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Honey Ko

By: bassbelly



"Honey ko" is a commonly used term of endearment among Tagalog speakers.

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Angeles City, Philippines, in the sixties was kind of like a Mexican border town. Most of the suburbs were given over to bars and in the bars were lots of women. Those of us employed in the Far East at that time considered Clark AB to be a plum assignment because the cost of living was next to nothing and there were plenty of girls.

I had been to Clark several times when I was in the Air Force and had wangled a job as a tech rep as soon as I got out. My first assignment was at Clark. My shift was from seven in the morning until five in the evening. As luck would have it, that was also about the time that the bars were opening. On a typical work day I would be hung over until at least noon. I would swear earnestly that tonight I would go straight home. As the headaches and fog cleared, I would go to lunch, usually the only real meal I would get. As the afternoon wore on, the four o'clock miracle would happen. Suddenly I would feel great, forgetting yesterdays debacle, I would decide to stop off at the nearest bar outside the gate for 'just one' beer. I was almost always accompanied by one or more fellow tech reps.

As I let the icy cold San Miguel trickle down my throat, I noticed that several of the bar girls were looking pretty good. Experience told me they would look even better if I had just one more beer. Three or four beers later, I staggered out of the first bar fully intent on going home. The sounds of a live band emanating from one of the better bars attracted me. Maybe I'll stop and have just one more beer in there and listen to the band.

I sat at a table and in less than three minutes, two or three pretty young ladies were sitting down with me.

"Hi, handsome, buy me ladies drink?"

Being half drunk and a class "A" sucker, I picked one of them out and shooed the rest away. The girl wanted to dance, so we stumbled around the floor together. I lost interest in the first one. I left the first bar.

Sometime between ten o'clock and one o'clock, I selected one of the sweeties and she accompanied me to my hotel and fucked my brains out. Occasionally, I would pick up one early, take her to the hotel, fuck her and then go get another one. Lest you think I was Lothario of the month, all my buddies were doing exactly what I was doing. It was a twenty four, seven sexual free for all.

At that time of the century you could get anything you thought you were man enough to take in Angeles for twenty pesos or five bucks. It took a few months for the hotel to get boring, so I moved into a house. There were many housing areas around the city that catered mostly to military personnel assigned to Clark.

I settled into a four bedroom bungalow surrounded by papaya trees and a big yard. I hired a full time maid. She cleaned the entire house every morning, cooked the meals I ate at home, did all the shopping and the laundry. I paid her one hundred pesos a month. She was four foot eight and probably weighed eighty pounds, but she was a human dynamo. 

I quickly learned from my pals that the biggest mistake you could make if you had a good maid was to fuck her. If you did, she would upgrade herself to girlfriend and stop working. I was lucky to find this out the day before I was going to fuck mine. Eventually, she earned whatever amount of money her goal was and she quit and went back to her province.

I went to the base employment office and checked the roster for likely help. They called in five girls for me to look over and like and idiot I picked a really good looking one. I should have gotten an ugly one. The one I picked was four foot ten inches tall and weighed eighty five pounds. I took her and her baggage home. Her name was Teresa. Sweet!

She turned out to be a dynamo too. I seldom got to talk with her because I was always at work or running the bars. Finally one day I ran completely out of energy. Drinking and pussy had taken a definite toll on me. I got off work and went straight home. Teresa was really surprised to see me at home on time and sober. 

"Are you sick, Mr. Ronnie?"

"No, I'm just really, really tired."

"I will cook something for you." She swooped into the kitchen.

I sat in the papa san chair in the living room and listened to my reel to reel tape machine. I must have dozed off because the next thing I remembered was Teresa calling me to come and eat. She had a big spread of food on the table, much more than I could eat. 

"Why don't you join me?" I asked.

"I don't think that is proper," she replied.

"Oh, come on. I won't tell anyone."

"Okay Mr. Ronnie."

She sat down at the table and took a small portion of the meal she had prepared. It was then that I noticed what a pretty girl she was. She was slim and delicate. She had next to no breasts. Her teeth were pearly white. Her hair was waist length and coal black. I felt that old feeling deep in my nuts.

Don't do it stupid, I told myself. If you lay her, she will be your girl friend and quit working.

All through dinner I snuck surreptitious looks at her. I'm sure, though, that she noticed. By the end of the meal she was smiling demurely. I went back to my chair while she washed and dried the dishes. 

She floated through the living room with a dust rag. I watched her closely. My number one head was no longer in charge. My cock head was now driving.

"Why don't you come and sit with me?"

"Oh, no sir. I have work to do and it wouldn't be proper."

"Well, when you finish, come and sit. I want to talk to you."

"Yes sir."

The sumptuous meal caused me to drift off again. I awoke around midnight, the time I was usually getting home. She was snoring softly beside me in the papa san chair. I put my arm around her and she jumped like a kangaroo. 

"You wanted to talk to me sir?"

"It's getting late. Go to bed. I'll talk to you tomorrow." I got out of the chair and headed for my bedroom.

I slept fitfully all night. When I woke up, breakfast was waiting for me. I wolfed it down. 

Teresa was waiting for me in the living room.

"Talk now?" she inquired.

"No, I have to go to work. We'll talk tonight."

All day long I thought about Teresa, how small she was, how pretty and energetic. She had a soft, smooth voice. The fact that she had no tits didn't turn me off at all. I had already seen lots of big tits, felt them too. Many oriental women are flat chested until they have their first child. I wondered how hers felt.

Again, I went straight home. This time, I didn't really know why. She was waiting in the living room.

"Talk now, Mr. Ronnie?'

"Come sit with me after I get a shower."

I got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around me and headed for my chair. She curled up beside me. 

"Teresa, I think you are a very pretty girl and I would like to date you."

She gave me a shocked look and then smiled. "That wouldn't be proper. You are my master. I am only a maid. What would people think?"

"They would think I'm dating a very nice young lady."

"I have a lower station in life than you. How could I aspire to go with you as your girlfriend?"

"You are dealing with an American now. We don't harbor those kinds of class distinctions. I don't give a damn what anybody thinks."

"I could still clean and cook for you?"

"If you want to."

"Okay. Where would we go?"

"I can take you to the NCO club and have dinner and watch a movie."

"I have nothing to wear for such a date."

I handed her a hundred pesos. "Buy something tomorrow and we'll go Saturday night."

Her eyes got big. For a minute, I thought she was going to kiss me, but no such luck. She jumped out of the chair and went to her room.

She had bought a very sexy little cocktail dress and matching shoes. She handed me forty pesos change.

"I don't want the change. You keep it as a bonus."

She nodded shyly and went to her room to squirrel it away. She was smiling when she came back.

I summoned a jeepney and it took us to the main gate. I hailed a base taxi and we sped away to the NCO club. The NCO club at Clark was a huge facility with a banquet room, several dining rooms, a barber shop, slot machines and live bands playing all the time. The food was excellent and the service was the best. I took her to one of the small dining rooms and we ordered our meal. 

She had never been to the NCO club and she couldn't believe the opulence of the place compared to the bars downtown. Duly impressed, she stared at me all through dinner. 

When the meal was finished, I took her to the main banquet room where a good local band was playing.

"Dance with me," I said.

She blushed and took my hand as I led her onto the floor. She turned out to be a good dancer, as most Filipinos are. I held her tightly to me. She struggled a little to start but soon was holding me tight too. I knew she didn't have money for perfume, but her natural aroma was very pleasant and very intense. 

The movie was going to be shown outside on the football field so we left the club and headed for the movies. She sat next to me in the bleachers and I put my arm around her and held her hand. As the sun dipped below the horizon, I leaned into her and gently kissed her lips. She didn't struggle. She didn't do much of anything.

I looked down into her coal black eyes and smiled at her. She smiled back. I kissed her again and this time she returned my kiss. About half way through the movie she slid her hand behind my head and pulled my lips down to hers. I felt her tongue seeking my mouth so I opened my lips and let her slide into me. The kiss was extremely erotic. I had not done anything like that since high school. When she broke the kiss she was panting into my mouth. 

"Take me home Mr. Ronnie," she requested.

We left the football field and I hailed another cab which took us to the main gate. We walked through the gate and got into a jeepney headed for home.

We walked into the house together. I spun her around and kissed her again. She kissed me back.

"I don't know what I'm feeling Mr. Ronnie. It scares me. I want to go to bed now. Thank you for a very good time." 

She whirled out of my arms and disappeared into her room.

I wanted her really, really badly. But I didn't want to scare her. It was strange for me to give a damn about female feelings. Usually it had been a pure business transaction. I find them, I pay them, I fuck them, and they go away. But this was completely different. 

I was aware that this girl had aroused some unknown feelings in me. I was under the impression that she felt them too. I wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. It was a strange thing. If I pressed her, she would probably let me fuck her, but she wouldn't enjoy it and for once, that made a difference to me.

She smiled at me as she served breakfast the next morning and I could hear her giggling in the kitchen. 

I went to work sober for the first time in many months. It was amazing how much my productivity increased when I wasn't fighting a hangover. 

When the shift was over, I headed for home. I stopped at one of my old hangouts. I had a beer and the girls surrounded me. Suddenly I felt like I didn't belong. I had an urge to go on home. I left the bar, intent on going into the next bar, but I didn't. Instead I got in a jeepney and went home.

With only one beer under my belt I was totally sober. I walked through the door and Teresa was waiting for me. I sat in the papa san chair and she brought me a beer. For some reason, this one went down a lot easier than the one I had in the bar. I could smell dinner cooking. Teresa returned to the kitchen to attend to her cooking. 

"Dinner is ready Mr. Ronnie," she called from the dining room.

I walked into the dining room. There was only one place setting. 

"You must eat the evening meal with me every night from now on," I told her.

She blushed and got another plate. We ate together. I felt so much better when she was near me.

After dinner I took a shower. When I got out, she was waiting for me.

"I want to give you a massage," she said.

"Okay."

"You come lay down on the coffee table."

I saw that she had arranged several towels on the table. I lay down on them. She started the massage at my feet and worked her way up my legs. Her fingers dug into my shoulders. My muscles started to relax. She rubbed some kind of oil into my skin. It was warm and smelled really good. 

"Turn over," she ordered.

I rolled over on the table and she rubbed the oil into my chest and arms. Her hands drifted to the tops of my legs and for a hopeful minute I thought she might rub some of that oil into my cock which was gaining strength and length. She looked at me and grinned.

"No, no, you be a good boy!"

I whimpered pitifully and crawled back into my papa san chair. "Please join me," I offered.

She crawled in beside me and curled up like a puppy. I lifted her chin and kissed her. She smiled ad closed her eyes. My hand was on her rump and I slowly massaged it. She started to purr. I kissed her again. Clearly, if there was to be a seduction, it wouldn't be a very fast one. I dozed off with her snuggled up next to me. 

She was still there when I woke up some time later. I climbed out of the chair and picked her up. After a moment's hesitation, I carried her to her bedroom and laid her gently on her bed. She woke up as I was tucking her in. "You are good to me, Mr. Ronnie. I like you a lot."

"You could come and sleep with me," I offered.

"Maybe sometime. Not now."

I went back to my bed. Damn! Another night with no pussy. This was getting serious.

After work the next day I didn't even stop for one beer. I just went home. Teresa was waiting for me again. I picked her up and kissed her hard. Her tongue found my mouth. I carried her to the chair and deposited her in it. My hands felt her tiny body. She shivered and helped me by removing her dress. She didn't have on a bra. She didn't need one. Her tits were small humps on her chest. I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom. Her days as a maid were over. 

She lay on the bed as I removed her panties. I laid a big wet kiss right on her pussy. Her whole body shuddered. "Take off your clothes, Mr. Ronnie."

She helped me strip down. I lay beside her little body and for the first time felt her tiny tits. They were small, but they were nice and soft. I popped one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked hard on it. It erected on her chest like a little brown pecker, so I did the same to the other one. I kissed my way down her body. My tongue found her belly button and I reamed it. She moaned.

I left a wet tongue print all the way down to her hairless pussy. It was small and cute and waiting to be devoured. She had a distinctive aroma. It was delicious. Small droplets of juice had accumulated on her slit. I licked them off. My tongue traced up and down her pussy lips as she started to writhe and wriggle on my bed. I plunged my tongue into her. Her body stiffened at the new invasion. I licked all the dampness off of her labia. My lips sucked her clit into my mouth and my tongue rubbed the end of it. Her hands pulled my head as far into her as I could go. I rubbed her clit more rapidly and she screamed as she came in my mouth. 

She was really juicy now. I crawled up her body and looked into her beautiful eyes. "Are you ready?"

"Yes but go easy. I am a cherry girl."

I almost aborted the whole mission. I definitely hesitated. 

"I am anxious to do it. Come on Mr. Ronnie. Do it to me."

What could I say? I slowly sank my shaft into her tiny pussy. She was so wet that it was easy going until I got to her cherry. "This is gonna hurt you," I told her.

"I know. I don't care. Everything worthwhile brings a little pain. Stick it into me!"

I pushed forward into her and felt her barrier break. She grunted a little but she didn't cry. I slid all the way into her and stopped. After a little wait, she started to move under me so I stroked her slowly knowing that she would still hurt. I didn't want to hurt her. I loved her. What? What did I just think? It couldn't be true! Could it?

She was shaking on my cock. I was driving into her with more and more force, pushing, pumping, demanding. I wanted all of her. I felt her cum again. She screamed. I pumped into her faster and faster, awaiting my own climax. Soon I felt my seed gathering in my nuts. I slammed my cock into her as far as it would go and squirted her full. She screamed something in Tagalog and came again. Her little body was quivering in my arms. I squeezed her and kissed her again. She had a death grip on me. 

When we broke the kiss, she was smiling at me. "I love you Mr. Ronnie."

I was scared as hell but I managed to mumble, "I love you too."

I had never said that to a woman before. As I thought things over, I realized that I really did love her. "You are my girlfriend," I stated flatly.

She stared at me with a wounded puppy look on her face.

"Why are you sad?" I asked.

"Does this mean I can't clean and cook for you anymore?"

"Yes, that's what it means."

"But I like doing things for you. I don't want to quit. What will happen to me when you leave?"

Suddenly, I saw the future. I was twenty five years old and had nothing to show for my efforts and my travels. Every dollar I had ever made, I shot right out the head of my dick. Even though I was in a place where pussy abounded, I was lonely. In a matter of a few minutes, I grew up. It was time to shoulder some responsibility. "When I leave, you'll be going with me. I want to marry you. And don't call me Mr. Ronnie any more. Ron will do nicely. Will you marry me?"

Her eyes filled with tears. "Yes Mr. Ronnie, oops I mean Ron. I will be your wife."

I kissed her again. "Move your stuff into this bedroom. I'll start the paper work tomorrow. Your assignment for tomorrow is to hire another maid. You're fired."

"Yes sir." She snuggled next to me and I petted her body. She was so soft and smooth. I just wanted to eat her all up. So, I did.

Three months later we were married in Manila. My buddies thought I was nuts, but then one by one they began to succumb to the charms of the Filipino girls and in six months most of them were also married. They blamed me. I didn't care then and I don't care now.

Fifteen years later, and I'm still married to Teresa. We have two little boys and a little girl. We still make love like a pair of bunnies. I can't keep my grimy paws off of her.

Honey-Lee. Journeys of a TG Nympho



Honey-Lee--the journeys of a TG Nympho

Chapter 11 -- Honey stranded at a truck stop

We were in Lake City, Florida taking in an antique car show and sale. Paul had his heart set on picking up a 1958 Cadillac convertible to be offered the following day. Then he got the text! "Emergency on oil drilling platform in the Sea of Japan! Down hole pressures fluctuating wildly! Your presence required Now! Your flight departing Gainsville Regional Airport, GNV 2100 hours for connections in Chicago. Be on it."

Paul is a highly respected consultant and the peremptory tone of the text concerned him. He called a trusted old friend at the head office of the international firm operating the mid-ocean rig. "Get there, Paul" he was advised. You can bill them whatsoever number you can think of. They all have their asses in the air because none of their engineers understand what's going on and you're the guy who wrote about this potential problem in a paper you presented several years ago about feathered fragmentation in deep sea formations.

"I've gotta go, baby" Paul decides. "It's not just big bucks. It's international reputation. In minutes I'm behind the wheel of our trusty Toyota van and we're burning up the pavement of I-75 southbound for Gainesville about 50 miles away. We arrived GNV at 1940 hours and since the first hop is domestic, we're pretty sure he'll get on. Paul grabs the small bag he had packed for Lakeland, inappropriate likely for the Sea of Japan but it will have to do with his always-carried Canadian passport -- and he's gone.

I pull out of GNV and toward I-75 but I badly need to pee-pee so pull over at the first rest stop where suddenly, disaster strikes. Florida maintains a network of clean, safe and pleasant stops built and maintained by the state to enhance the "Florida Experience" for millions of Americans and foreigners who flock to Florida annually to enjoy its unmatched attractions, both natural and man-made. I've never encountered a problem in any of them. This time however, two 200 pound bull-dikes belly me back into the cubicle as I emerge. One shoves a blade to my throat while the other snatches my bag from my shoulder and cuffs my wrists together high behind my back and secured to an upper rail on the cubicle. They depart with my bag, cell phone, keys, money, credit cards and . . . well, everything that says I'm me. 

There's an emergency phone in the central area and after I struggle free, I use it to summon help that soon materializes as two state police cars arrive from opposite directions, blue lights flashing. Did I get their license number? No. Can I describe their vehicle? No. But I do describe two husky bull dikes with very short cut black hair, distinctive tattoos and one with distinctive leather boots. It will have to do, they agree. They take my cell number but of course, the bitches have my phone.

My one ace in the hole is that the Toyota has a keyless entry system, a concealed ignition key, and hopefully, a few dollars in change scattered amongst its many and capacious compartments. I gain entry and sink gratefully into the Toyota's familiar seats. "I'm OK", I tell myself. "I'll be fine. It's only two and a half hours home and I can call all the credit card companies and the mobile phone provider to report the thefts. I'm going to be all right." But my hands are trembling and I'm not reassured by a group of a half-dozen dike bikers watching me intently as I pull away, even though I don't see my attackers amongst them.

I pull back onto I-75 and head for home but I've gone fewer than ten miles when the trusty Toyota begins to hiccup and balk. I know instantly what has happened. They've sabotaged my van, for what reason I can only guess with trepidition. An exit flashes ahead and I spot a major truckstop sign so I wheel into the off ramp, and eight big bikes follow just a few cars back. The Toyota is foundering like a mule with a bellyful of mouldy oats so I head her into a forest of parked, rumbling highway behemoths. There are still a few "eighteen wheelers" but most now are "22 wheelers" and up. I see mostly 53 foot trailers, lots of "B-trains" and a scattering of highboys hauling heavy equipment. I hunker between an idling Kenworth and a Mack both pulling 53s.. The Toyota coughs to a stop and I don't try to restart her, knowing her tank is probably laced with sugar and her faithful heart may have stopped forever. But will be only a matter of time before the bikes I hear prowling the lot discover me.

I'm not exactly dressed for safely navigating a southern truck stop either. I'm dressed as Paul likes me to dress for his private pleasure on the road: black, lace-top, thigh-length hose, black micro panties, black mini-skirt extending about an inch south of the tops of the stockings, black bra, black silk v-neck top, and a black velvet ribbon around my neck. There's a gold chain around my left ankle and I'm wearing pale makeup with thick black mascara on my eye-lashes, thick grey shadow around my eyes and brilliant, wet-look scarlet lipstick.. My long blond hair is blown "big" and the only shoes I have other than laceup a pair of tennis shoes are the ones I'm wearing, 4" black patent spikes. I debate the tennis shoes for a moment and elect to keep the spikes. My old English grandmother (who was actually Norwegian) had a saying: "in for a penny, in for a pound". I think it means something like "if you're gonna go for it, then GO for it".

I stepped out of the van with the idea of getting to the central building, finding a pay phone (do they still exist?) calling a tow truck or a taxi and somehow getting home. With my wallet gone however and no AAA card, my hopes of getting a tow truck to take the trusty Toyota, even to Sarasota or my dealer in Venice seemed slim indeed. I might have enough cash for a taxi but at this time of night, no sane driver is going to pick up a woman like me at a truck stop and drive her 240 miles to an address deep in a darkened residential neighborhood. No way. I'm strutting along in my spikes between the trucks when I hear the rumble of bikes at the end of the row, about the same time a Georgia drawl from a window above my head says: "Y'all look a bit lost there, little lady". I glance at the single headlight turning in at the end of the row, look up at the bearded face above and say: "Oh yes sir. I'm lost and I'm afraid those nasty bikers are comin' after me."

The truck door swings open, a booted foot is planted on the step and a strong arm swings me up into the cab. I'm enveloped in man-scent. Not nasty, just the distinctively rich thick scent of Man. He juggles me around the huge steering wheel and various other pieces of equipment before depositing me on a seat to his right. He turns on a low, purplish under-dash light and examines what he has hauled in from the night. "Y'all kin call me Thad" he introduces himself. "From Sugar Hill, Georgia." And I'm Honey-Lee from Punta Gorda, Florida I counter. 

"Right proud to meetcha'll. Honey-Lee from Punta Gorda. But what in tarnation y'all doin' wandrin' amongst the wheelers in the middle of the night?"

I spill my tale of a boyfriend snatched away by shadowy oil barons, criminal dikes at a rest haven, my sabotaged beloved Toyota, my stolen ID and credit cards and my fear of the dike's now patrolling the parking lot for me, for reasons I can only guess and fear. I don't forget to spill a few tears and numerous deep sighs and soon Thad's big hands are stroking my hair and I am sitting on his lap as he comforts me. "There's a good ol' boy just south of Sarasota" he muses "can prob'ly save that little van of yours." "Prob'ly set you back $500 'stead of $5,000.00 fer a new engine-- 'specially ifn y'all kin show him a little kindness. He's bin mighty lonely since his Lizza went off with the SnapOn Tools salesman. " 

"There's one small l'il ol' problem with that" I disclose. "I'm a TG woman and that just might not set too well with a good ol' southern boy."

"Is thet an acc'ual fact?" Thad is suddenly animated. "Looks like them bikers gonna be buzzin' around for quite some time. Mebbe we just as well bunk down back in the sleeper?" I thought he'd never ask. His manly smell has been driving me crazy since he lifted me into the cab. So I lay my head against his shoulder and whisper that I really am getting sleepy from all my experiences today.

The "sleeper" in a deluxe long-haul highway tractor is amazingly spacious. But Thad only needed enough room to kneel as he removed my panties and enough space to spread my legs wide as lifted my skirt to access my clit. After he had sucked enough to elicit a few squirts he was already in nirvana but I persuaded him to shuck his clothes (ohhhh! More of that man scent! Can I bottle it?) He was reasonably well equipped, his cock and balls hairy (not my first preference) but certainly responsive to the touch of my fingers. When I kissed the tip of his cock, his pre-cum was already bubbling out in sweet droplets that I lapped up greedily before circling the head of his cock with my tongue. Despite his apparent age of about 50, Thad was relatively inexperienced and seemed to enjoy each of my little forays almost excessively and when I finally laid back with ankles hooked up over his backside and let him take me, he lasted only a few minutes and a dozen strokes before exploding about a half quart of semen into my pussy. (a little poetic license here but he did deliver a good deposit). I stroked and comforted him and assured him that his performance was the best I'd known and he fell asleep in my arms so I was able to sleep through "til about 4:00 when diesels began to rev up on all sides and Thad had to be on the road.

He wanted me to stay with him but he was northbound for Chicago so he got on his radio, said "breaker, breaker" a few times then carried on a cryptic conversation, at the end of which he told me "Top Wheel" in the red Mack two rows over will look after you and he swung me down to the ground. He handed down a scrap of paper. "This here's the good ol' boy down by Sarasota who kin fix your van. I'll let him know y'all gonna call. And this here's a little somethin' to help you on yer way. It was a hundred. I stumbled two rows over in my high heels but as I no longer heard prowling motorcycles, was inclined to again try to make a break for the central building. "Top Wheel" however spotted me and with one powerful arm around my waist, swung me up into his cab. "You're in luck, little lady" he exclaims. "I have four hours of an eight hour lay-by here to let the numbers catch up and then I'm legal on the road and can drop you at the Pilot at exit 161. From there it's a $7.00 cab ride into town. But since we have 4 hours to kill we may as well have some fun, huh." He tosses me back into his "sleeper" which is decorated with girly and tranny pics on every wall and the ceiling. I know what I'm in for so, in an effort to preserve my clothes until I can access fresh ones, I strip and fold my clothes neatly on a little shelf. "Top" crawls back into the sleeper and sees me huddled behind a blanket. He grins and pulls off his shorts and top, displaying a hairy chest, developing pot and a disappointing 4 inch cock. 

Like some small-cock men, he has a mean streak. He yanks the blanket away from me, then grabs and squeezes my tits 'til they hurt. He grabs my hair and shoves my face roughly into his crotch. "Suck that, bitch" he growls. Wanting to vomit but knowing I'm trapped, I give him some decent head and he quickly starts to cum, so I finish him off with my hands. He turns away to pull on his shorts and tee.. "Get dressed bitch" and crawls out of the sleeper. I dress quickly and crawl onto the passenger seat, but he throws two 20s on my lap, pops the door and says "Out".

"But what about Punta Gorda," I protest.

"Hell, I ain't even goin' that way, but it got me a blow job anyway."

I climb down from the truck and turn away in disgust. This time I make it to the central building. It's a big busy noisy place and it has a store stocked with everything a traveler might need. I buy a comb, toothbrush, paste, small bottles of mouthwash, skin moisturizer/ lubricant and sunscreen, deodorant, lipstick, eye liner and shadow, mascara and several packages of individually wrapped "feminine wipes". On a last minute impulse I toss a six-pack of condoms in the basket and then a can of Raid wasp spray. The makeup is a brand I wouldn't normally consider but it's better than nothing and I take my purchases to the women's washroom to check and repair the damages.

Looking at myself critically in the mirror the damage is mostly "cosmetic" and has more to do with the way I feel than the way I look. In one of the stalls, I clean myself as best I can with the delicately scented wipes and apply the deodorant generously. Back at the mirror, while I'm putting finishing touches on my makeup, a waitress from the restaurant is washing her hands. I smile at her in the mirror and she smiles back. "You're new here. I haven't seen you before."

"Yes. Just tonight. My car broke down." 

She smiles knowingly. "It's a good place to work from and most of the regulars haven't come down yet because Season doesn't really start for another month. A lot of the long-haulers are pretty needy by the time they get here and can be pretty generous if you give them what they want. Just don't be too obvious in the restaurant or store or the managers will run you off. But with your looks you won't have to do any soliciting. Just walk on by and the boys will follow you outside." She dries her hands and says "Have a good night, sweetie" and walks out.

I gather my treasures back into the bag and go searching for a payphone that I eventually find outside an entryway on the tourist side. I phone AAA and they are sympathetic but, while they do have reciprocal arrangements with out-of-state automobile clubs, (mine is in Alberta) they have to see a card to provide service as they have no way to way to access other club's data bases. Sorry.

I call two taxi services and get the same story. The trip would be about $1000.00, $2.00 a mile round trip plus $50.00 "nighttime charge". Money to be paid "up front". If I want, they'll put a call out to see if there are any drivers willing to make the trip tonight.

In desperation I call the Holmstead's and get Donna. Mike and Gloria are at a convention in New York. Would I like the number of their hotel. I take the number but don't call because I can't see what they could do at that distance. I guess I'm on my own. Time to see if I can earn that $1000.00 cab fare at a truck stop. I walk into the restaurant watching out of the corners of my eyes for reactions or signs of interest. I see lots and walk outside through the other door, pausing as though for a breath of fresh air. I'm there for maybe 30 seconds before a male voice says quietly "Hey baby. You lookin' to party?"

I check him out quickly. He's at least ten years younger than I am but shaved and clean-looking. "Depends on the kind of party," I smile.

"Blow job?" he says, inquiringly.

"A hundred dollars" I reply matter-of-factly. "In advance for a full half hour".

"Wow. You always charge that much, even before Season? ("Season" in Florida is the height of the tourist season from Christmas to the end of April)

"I get one fifty and tips in Season" I lie confidently. "I'm that good. And my repeat customers tell me so."

"And if I want the full meal deal?"

"If you would like to fuck a transgender woman, it'll cost you $250.00."

He starts perceptably. "You have a dick?" he exclaims astoundedly. "Could I suck it?"

"On a TG woman it's called a clit, but there are similarities. And yes you may suck it, included in the $250.00 package."

"And will you stick it in my ass" he asks obviously getting more excited by the minute. So I tell him that would be a special $100.00 service over and above the $250.00 package. 

He's already reaching for his wallet when I caution him "Not Here! In your truck. I'll follow you. " I follow him around the building to his shiny new Peterbilt and let him boost me up, not minding him feeling and squeezing my butt as he does so and I let him enjoy a flash of skin and panties before twisting around to sit on the seat. He's breathing heavy by the time follows me in.

"In the sleeper" he says eagerly but I tell him cash first. He lays four hundreds on my lap "including tip he says" and reaches for me. I tuck the hundreds away in my all-purpose grocery bag and put my arms around his neck and let him kiss me on the mouth. He's a wet, sloppy kisser but responds eagerly when I stick my tongue in his mouth and feather his ears with my fingertips. I run my fingernails along the skin of his neck and he moans. I unbutton his shirt and run nails along the skin of his chest and he moans some more. I touch the bulge of his cock and become concerned that he might come right then and maybe demand some money back so I pull away and tell him now is the time to climb in the camper. 

I lay back in his soft bed, lift my hips and pull off my skirt and top and fold them neatly onto the little table. I'm laying curled like a sex kitten in my black stockings, panties and bra by the time he's untangled his pants from his boots, pulled pants back up, removed boots and socks, pulled pants off and wriggled out of his open shirt. He knelt in front of me and began running his hands over my body; I reached over and cupped his balls in my hand, squeezing gently before guiding him to my mouth. I could see the droplet of precum on the tip and playfully flicked it into my mouth with the tip of my tongue. It was quickly replaced with another sparkling drop and another and another. He's obviously a non-smoker and his pre-cum is sweet. I lick the length of his shaft, starting with his balls. I do it again and again, each time swirling my tongue around his bulging knob. He throws his head back and enjoys, one hand on my head, the other fondling my right boob. When I pop that knob into my wet mouth and start "munching" on it between the roof of my mouth and my tongue, he exhales a deep, rapturous breath and starts to pump my mouth. I let him out. "Easy baby. You can cum in my mouth if you want but there's lots more to come and it's all paid for." 

He opens his eyes, recognizing the truth of my advice. He puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down then moves between my legs which I spread open for him. He makes a sharp intake of breath when he seems to notice my clit for the first time. He approaches my clit with his mouth slowly, almost apprehensively, kind of reverently. It has got to be his first time sucking clit or cock. He takes me in his mouth, sucks hungrily, withdraws and has another look at it before sucking it back in again, repeating the performance several times. At last I ask him if he would like me to come in his mouth. He stops what he is doing and looks at me in astonishment. "Would you? Could you? Oh yes! For sure!" So I let him suck some more, then I roll my hips a little and let loose a few squirts of clit juice for his pleasure. He sucks harder, masturbating his cock with one hand while holding my clit in place with the other. When he's sure there is no more to be had he lets loose of my clit and licks downward toward my tg pussy. Once he's moistened me and starts to use fingers, I figure its time to put those condoms to use. I pop one in my mouth, pull him up so he is straddling my torso and finger his ass while rolling the condom onto him with my lips. He doesn't object and may not have even felt it going on and I push him back down so I can extricate my legs.

I ask him if he wants to come in front or back and he chooses front so I pull his pillow under my rump and raise my ankles to his shoulders. He grabs them and enters me in one shove that momentarily takes my breath away with pain. Next time I'll insert a lot more moisturizer while I'm in the ladies room. Once he's in, the lotion does its job and he slides smoothly in and out like a slow running cylinder-pump on the farm back home. He doesn't have any finesse at all but he makes up for that with enthusiasm. He gets a thing going with my legs, thrusting my ankles out to his arms length, bringing them back together, crossing them over to trap his hard-pumping cock, then alternately pushing and pulling each of my legs back nearly to my head then down nearly to the bed. God, what a workout. But when he gets to finally pumping in earnest, he wraps both arms around both of my knees and pins my legs together flat against his chest. With my legs trapped in that position, he doesn't get a lot of depth but the friction is enormous and my cunt is starting to burn. Fortunately, the friction has its effect on him too and he shortens his stroke even more and revs it up hitting nearly two strokes per second before crying "I'm cumming! OMG, I'm cumming." He needn't have told me because I could feel his cock pumping out it's own unique story as it drew the hot sperm out of his balls and injected into the condom. "Uuuuuuh, Uuuuuuuh, Uuuuuuh," he uttered. Oh baby, baby."




Honey-Lee. Journeys of a TG Nympho



I let him finish and snagged the condom on his way out, quickly disposing of it in a tissue as he collapsed on the bed beside me. I caressed his damp skin, put a little spit on my fingers and started working his ass. "Do you still want me to fuck your ass?" I ask. 

"Oh baby, that's enough. You're the greatest. -- But wait! My buddy that was sitting with me; that's his truck right behind my rig; he wants you too. He just lost the coin toss. Let me phone him. He grabs his cell but I tell him, I have to go to the ladies room first. I'll walk past here in 20 minutes and if he wants me, he should have a cab light on. He agrees and starts phoning.

I clamber down and get to the ladies room, clean myself up in a cubicle and go to the counter to wash my hands. Well $500.00 down and $500.00 to go, I tell my image in the mirror. Just for safety sake, I go and find my poor disabled Toyota, conceal the cash and makeup under a back seat and grab a fabric grocery bag to use as a purse before checking on my friend in the parking lot. The cab light is on and an arm reaches down to help me up into the passenger seat. He has a square face, curly red hair and beard. "Damn if you're not a gorgeous woman," he exclaims. "How did a pretty woman like you come to take up hooking?"

"It so much harder if you're ugly," I quip. "But what would you like me to do for you tonight?"

"Buddy told me all about you," he says. "Did you really fuck him in the ass?"

"A lady never tells," I evade.

"Well, I want everything he got," Red resolves.

"I'm not sure I'm quite up for the ass-fucking thing again so soon, but I'll give you something extra your friend didn't get and that you won't forget for awhile."

"What could that be?" Red leans forward in anticipation.

"A full-meal deal plus a three finger ass fuck with a prostate massage."

"OMG" he gasps. "I'm in. What's this all going to cost me?"

"Your friend gave me four hundred" I reply honestly. And he had four crisp ones in my hand before I could see where he got them from.

I lean forward and unbutton his shirt helping him shrug it off his shoulders. I unbuckle his belt, unzip his fly and fondle his handle through his boxers. I reach for his boot laces but can't reach in the confines of the cab. He pulls the laces and kicks them off himself and together we manage to drop pants, boxers and socks on the floor of the cab. I comb my fingers through his thick, curly red chest hair. "I don't usually like hairy men," I murmur, "but I can really go for you". 

His big red-haired hands try to encompass my breasts and he says "And I'm going for you in a big way right now." After that, we don't talk much. He lifts me back into the sleeper and follows, big cock swinging under his belly like a church bell on Sunday morning. I get my clothes off -- all of them -- and folded on his shelf post-haste all while he is running his hands over my ass, my tummy, my boobs, my legs and finally, my clit. "Buddy said it was a lot like a penis, but smaller," he remarks and pops it into his mouth, popping it back out for a second to report "tastes good too". Red wants it all, he sucks my clit, my boobs, my mouth and even my fingers. His heavy cock swings back and forth on my tummy leaving a trail of pre-cum as he looms over me sampling the product he has paid for. I let him prowl and sample for awhile but then skid over and make him lie belly down.

I straddle him facing forward just north of his buttocks letting him feel my skin on his skin and firmly, using my strong fingers to full advantage, massaging his neck and shoulder muscles, digging deep, finding knots he didn't know he had. "Feel's good, baby," he groans. I work my way down his spine, rubbing the knots on either side of each bump, then turn myself around to face his feet. I start on his buttocks and deliberately dig deep, feeling for taut muscles concealed by the fat of his butt. Only then do I anoint him with lotion and start circling his anus with the oily fingers of my left hand. I slip in one finger, then two, gently spreading his virgin butt to admit a third, but to go deeper and actually reach his prostate, I have to change position. I dismount his body and move down between his legs so my oiled fingers can search for his internal hot spots. From this new position and with the application of more oil, my remaining baby finger slips easily inside. My fingers are strong from constant daily exercise, but they are slim and tapered as are my hands. I consider, then with my thumb tucked deeply into my palm and my entire soft and lubricated hand funneled, I nudge firmly and feel my whole hand slip through his anus until it is gripping only my slim left wrist. He jerks and sort of "scream/moans". "Oh baby, you're killing me. But don't stop."

What now? I think briefly, then start blindly exploring this new dark, wet cavern. Brief snippets of remembered anatomy flash across my mind and my exploring fingers soon identify his prostate and massage it with interest, if not precision. He groans with pleasure and I smile in the delight of my new discovery. But I still have commitments to fulfill for this client and need to find others to contribute to the fare I must pay to regain my life. I slowly withdraw my wrist and hand from his rectum wiping my hand clean with tender caresses to his hide. I roll him over and let his cock spring back to its vertical position. I straddle him and let is cock ride up inside my butt crack while I pinch his nipples. "Like this?" I ask him, "or do you want to come on top?" Wordlessly, he positions me with my pussy poised on the tip of his space-bound penis. His boat-shaped cock (narrow in front, very deep and broad in the middle and smaller at the base) is my ideal. It penetrates painlessly, stretches a woman out pleasurably, then settles in comfortably. When he sets me down on it and I feel the expanding presence of its massive midsection, I start to cum, then think "I'm a prostitute; I'm not supposed to cum." But then, "I'm not a prostitute; I'm just a girl doing what she has to do to get home." Freeing myself from guilt, I pleasure myself by rocking like a boat at anchor, waves and wakes washing by, his cock planted somewhere amongst my lungs causing my breathing to catch in my throat. When my pussy begins to contract with involuntary spasms, it turns Red into a rocking, bucking, fighting machine that unsettles the foundations of my world.

Anyone who has experienced a significant earth tremor will understand. I was mounted on Red, riding as easily as on one of our purebred rescue horses on the ranch back home, albeit with his rigid cock nestled alongside my backbone somewhere around the 5th vertebrae. Suddenly, the earth starts shifting and sliding. The North Pole thrusts up my cunt and out the top of my head. The effect is similarly cosmic upon Red. He shouts and grabs my waist to hold me on board while his hips gyrate in tune with the earthly forces. When he erupts it comes from outside the aluminum container we are in; it comes from somewhere deep within the bowels of the earth and keeps coming for awhile until finally we both start to come to our senses. "Damn! I forgot the bloody condom," I think. "Hot damn" Red exults. "You're the hottest cunt on I-75". I'll be seein' you next time I'm down this way."

Released, I wipe myself off on whatever I can find, get my clothes back on and myself out of there before he changes his mind. By now I'm getting good at climbing in and out of trucks with my heels on and I get to the ladies room intact. I clean myself up, inject a good dose of moisturizer in my puss and I'm good to go, dropping off my haul in the Toyota before trolling through the store and restaurant, hips grinding, and outside to pause for a breath of air.

Again I have a bite on my first cast, a guy about 40 with a slightly military bearing, short brush cut, prematurely grey. "Nice legs, he cracks." "Do they always travel together.?"

"It takes a lot to pry them apart," I crack back.

"How much is a lot?"

"As long as you're interested in getting into transgender pussy territory, tonight's your opportunity for only $300.00," I tell him.

"Haven't had some of that for a while" he allows. "You clean?"

"As the driven snow" I purr. "Tested every month and use safe sex always, -- or almost always," I amend. 

"Just a straight fuck for $300" he probes. "Seems a little steep for out-of-season."

"The best TG-fuck you'll find in the South" I promise "not to mention the best preliminary blow job you'll find anywhere" and some clit sucking if you want it. The package goes to $400 in season."

"You're certainly the most exciting fuck I've seen all the way down I-75 so far" he allows. "But it's getting late. Let's do it for $200.00."

"Sorry, soldier" I smile. "You're right its getting late but I'm still short of my cab fare home so it's $300.00 for the best piece of tail in your life, or a missed opportunity. By the way, I just noticed there are four guys standing at the window waiting so see if you can make a connection or not. Should we make it $400.00? I stretch a bit, kind of turning away from him and showing a little more boob and a lot more leg under my mini. He groans, knowing he's outplayed, and offers $350.00. "May as well make it $400.00 including tip," I say "and I'll give you a trip around the world. A blow job that'll make your head spin; you can cum in my mouth if you want to and I'll swallow every drop AND I'll stop you early if you want and you can suck my Transgender clit AND I'll fuck you and milk you with my TG-pussy 'til you let loose of cum you've had saved up from last year." 

The dirty talk hooks him. " Alright., four hundred" he agrees. "But you must know that I carry a heavy load and sometimes two." 

"Bring it on Soldier" I say hopefully. "I'll follow you to your truck." The scene plays out predictably by now. He pays. We fuck. He cums and hollers. I climb down and go clean up in the ladies washroom before trolling thru the roiling pool of eager customers in the restaurant. Now however, I have a stash of $1300.00 plus a little "parking money" scrounged from the Toyota. It's a little more than I've been quoted for a taxi home to Punta Gorda. I call the taxi companies again to check on the availability of drivers. Well . . . it seems that a trip of that distance doesn't really fit within their normal guidelines. For a trip over 200 miles, I would need to employ their limousine service. That would be a flat $4.00 per mile Gainsville to Punta Gorda return, $1856.00 . I hang up. I have a little over $1300.00, my pussy is burning and it is 0400 hours.

I troll through the store and restaurant a couple of times and reject several requests from night workers on their way home for blowjobs, handjobs or miscellaneous services including golden showers, paddling, whips or apparently, stomping my sharp heels over quivering male flesh. None, however, seemed to attract the tariff I need within the next few hours. Finally I see a lowboy pulling into the lot, hauling some kind of monster earth mover. There's an 8 ft by 8 ft sleeper module mounted on the tractor chassis. I watch them climbing down. "A bit scruffy," I think, but I'm getting desperate. " It'll all be over in an hour" I comfort myself. I position myself near the door, leaning against the wall, back arched, hair slightly mussed. I moisten my lips as they approach. 

"Hey Bob. Whatta we got here?"

"I dunno Bing" sez Bob taking up a position against the wall right beside me and looking down at my boobs. "Looks like a mighty fine piece of tail to me. Whatta ya think Bing?"

Bing, having taken up some wall space crowding my other side sez "Looks like tail to me too Bob. Think we should take it for a wag?" And they both laugh uproariously.

"Let's go sweetheart" and they each take an elbow.

"Not so fast, big boys" I twist free. "First you need to know I'm a special, transgender woman and I don't come cheap."

"You've got a cock under that skirt?" Bing says incredulously. "Let's see!"

"No advance viewing but it comes with the package: blow, fuck and suck plus I'll throw in a prostate massage if you want. $400.00 including tip from each of you, separately or together, take it or leave it." 

"Too much, bitch" sez Bing, "we'll leave it."

"No, no says Bob. We'll take it." And he emphasizes "take" just a little too much. A look passes between them and I get the whole devious picture but by this time they have both of my elbows firmly fastened in big paws and are hustling me across the lot to the far side of their rig. There's no way though that they're going to get me up the little ladder and into the side door of that sleeper without $800.00 in my hot little hands -- not while I'm conscious anyway. Finally Bob shrugs and peels off eight big ones. "Ain't no other bitches with cocks around tonight" he sez. "Guess you get lucky." I tuck my money deep into the bottom of my bag and let them boost me up. Bob gets his hand right up my skirt and onto my panties to do the job.

They follow me into the big two-bed sleeper and and are all over me before I can begin to get my clothes off. Bob grabs me from behind holding me with one hand clamped over each of my boobs. Bing tears off my panties and then my skirt. "By God, she does have a cock under here." They rip my top over my head and then yank my bra off that way as well, shoving me down onto one of the beds. Bing holds me down with one hand while he unzips with the other and pulls out his cock like he's going to pee. He thrusts it into my mouth and says "Blow baby blow."

Bob doesn't waste much time either but at least he removes his boots, pants and boxers. He pulls my legs apart and kneels on the foot of the bed beween them, hard cock in hand. He gives my little clit a few yanks with thumb and forefinger before attempting to access my tg-pussy. The angle of course is wrong and he's instantly frustrated and cursing. I manage to get Bing's cock out of my mouth long enough to say "You've got to put a couple pillows under my butt if you want in from in front." He grabs one pillow from under my head and another from the other bed and stuffs them under me before clambering back between my legs. When he hammers into me without any preparation I almost faint from the pain. Yes my tg-pussy is practiced and accommodating, but it does need a little preparation before full penetration. I was grateful at least that I had inserted almost all the lotion remaining in the bottle into my pussy while in the ladies room so once he started pumping, the pain eased considerably.

I can see why they don't want to pay $400.00 each because they seem to have no idea that sex can and should be a whole lot more than pushing a cock in and out of a cunt for a few minutes. They're being so rough with me that, try as I might, I can't add anything in the way of refinement or subtlety to the performance so I just buck a little now and again to show I'm alive and give Bing a little tongue whenever I get a chance. Bob quickly gets down to the short strokes and fires off a respectable load, commenting "Fuck! . . . Fuck! . . . Fuckkk!" as he hammers in the last few strokes, then he's outta there and at my head. "Your go, Bing". Bing is out of my mouth and into my cunt in about three steps, still fully dressed in boots, pants and sweat shirt . Bob shoves his waning cock in my mouth. "Suck it clean, bitch". I comply and he flops naked on the other bed.

Bing deposits his load even faster than Bob and with less commentary. He just pulls it out and stuffs it back in his pants not bothering to even wipe. I roll off the bed and get my hand into my bag on the floor, half under the bed. "You get all you need, Bob?" Bing asks, tucking his cock back into his pants.

"Yeah, Bing," Bob responds, still supine on the far bed. "But that little half-cunt done stole my perfectly good hard on. Guess you'll have to give her the boot" and they both roar with laughter. Bing gets a three second spray of Raid wasp killer straight down the throat, gags and collapses. Bob is only slightly luckier. The Raid product, designed to let a user operate it well away from potentially angry wasps, throws a concentrated stream up to 20 feet. As he sits up, Bob gets it in the eyes and as he opens his mouth in a shout of protest, a good shot in there as well. I get the side door of the sleeper open and leap to the ground, naked in the big parking lot except for my black, thigh-high stockings but I run like crazy away from the truck and away from the building, clutching my shopping bag purse in one hand and my can of Raid in the other. Taking chances, I crawl under one truck after another feeling my stockings shred on the pavement but counting rows until I get to the one where my Toyota is parked. I run, boobs bouncing, cum running down my legs and get to the van, activate the keyless entry and the power side door and tumble inside. I have presence of mind only to hit the power locks and then lay trembling on the floor in the back until I see the first early rays of sunlight starting to show through its tinted windows.

Having finally stopped shaking, I remove my shredded stockings, clean myself up as best I can using "Wet-Ones" we keep permanently in the van. Sitting naked on the floor, I open the bags in which I've stored my cash and carefully count it out, sighing with relief at the total: $2,100..00. I retrieve the valise I had packed for Lake City, was it only 48 hours ago -- find enough to cover myself -- and head back toward the now familiar ladies room of the truck stop, carrying my shopping bag "purse" and my valise. The lowboy with its big machine is gone. Once more I clean myself up with the last of the "feminine wipes". I wash off all of my makeup and replace it with just moisturizer lotion and a light trace of lipstick. I put on a white bra, modest white, tailored shirt, tiny dolphin ear rings, and sharply creased, white mid-thigh shorts. Short white ankle socks and white tennis shoes cover my "call-girl painted" toenails. I comb my hair out to smooth, un-backcombed waves tied gently back with a pink scarf and head for the payphone. When I dial the limo service I get a new woman's voice. For such a long trip she explains, she'll need a credit card number but when I say I'll pay cash up front, she relents and advises she can have a limo my location in an hour; that will make it 0800 hours.

I go into the restaurant to enjoy some breakfast while I wait for my limo. I now look like the second "trophy wife" of a retired drug store chain owner, waiting for "the girls" to head off for a morning of golf.

I've just settled into a booth to examine the menu, a coffee at my lips when I'm joined by the waitress who had befriended me late last night. She is just going off shift and looks tired. "How can you look so fresh and beautiful after the night you've just had?" she queries. I thank her for the compliment but I must have looked surprised because she follows with "Oh I was keeping an eye out for you and so were a couple of the other girls. You look new and inexperienced somehow and there are some creepy guys that show up here sometimes. But it was ok. You took on some big lusty looking dudes and every one of them came back in later, strutting like roosters in the barnyard -- except that last pair. They didn't come in and looked like a couple of drunks when they pulled out." You must have turned at least seven tricks and you still look fresh. You're either lucky or very, very good." 

"A little of both, I guess," I smile but I'm almost overcome with her kindness and concern and thank her profusely. When she asks if she'll see me tonight, I blow her off with, "Not likely; I was just here tonight to pick up some spare change" but seeing the hurt look in her eyes, I apologize, look down and involuntarily let a tear fall on the table before telling her my story of yesterday from happiness strolling hand in hand with Paul in Lake City to "abandonment" by Paul to destruction of my beloved Toyota, to now. She looks into my eyes for signs of dissembling and, finding none, puts her hand on mine on the table and gives it an understanding squeeze and I know that she also has seen her times of fear and hopelessness.




Honey-Lee. Journeys of a TG Nympho



Her name is Sue-Ellen and we share an anecdote or two about double names, mine being Honey-Lee, well-respected in the south, but sometimes ridiculed in Yankee states. I offer to buy her breakfast but she gets hers "on the house". We talk about our childhoods, our early sweethearts, dreams and disappointments. We touch briefly on her dreams for the future but she shuts down on the personal stuff and we switch to the mundane but as 8 o'clock approaches, I slip her a card with my name and Punta Gorda phone number. "Sue-Ellen," I say. "If ever you think you'd like to get away for a mini-vacation for a day, a week or more, or if you just need to get away for any other reason, please call me. I owe you. I'll always have a place for you and I'd just love to know you more. I mean it." The long black limo pulls up outside and I resume my new persona, stepping outside and waiting, clearly impatient and annoyed, for the chauffer to open the door for me and assist me inside. He even forgets to collect the fare "up front" and pulls smoothly away.

I know he's watching me with the rear seat cam intended to let attendants appear to anticipate clients' every need so I, not so surreptitiously, begin to touch my hair, my breasts and my knees, occasionally running my hand up my leg from my slim ankle to the hem of my shorts and a little above. "Are you comfortable, ma'am. Is there anything you would like?"

"Is there any champagne or cold sparkling wine back here? I could certainly use a drink" I sigh. He assures me there absolutely is some good champagne in the fridge concealed behind his seat but, strangely, inept blonde that I am, I'm unable to operate the mechanism. "Perhaps you could pull into that park at the next exit and show me," I suggest. So he pulls off of I-75 at the park exit and, since it is still 'way pre-season and early morning, there is no one to wonder about the big Lincoln limo nosed in toward the beach except perhaps some young "extreme surfers" hang gliding out in the warm gulf waters. The driver came back and was able, miraculously, to open the mysterious refrigerator and extract a chilled bottle of champagne. Perhaps distracted by my exposed legs or musky scent, he forgot to mention the $100.00 price tag of the $50.00 bubbly, but he opened the bottle, poured into a stemmed glass and offered it for my inspection. I sipped deeply, then patted the seat beside me and demanded "drink with me". 

"Regulations, uh . . . " he demurred.

"Get in and close the door before the bugs get in" I demanded, grabbing his hand and pulling him inside. He subsided into the deeply padded leather seat beside me, refilled my glass upon request and poured a dribble for himself. Widening my big green eyes upon him, I declared "You've been such a marvelous driver up until now and I shall tell everyone to ask for you. You've been attentive to my every need." He sat erect in the seat, holding his wine glass close to his chest. I finished my own and commanded, "Drink that up like a man". He obediently complied, whereupon I took his empty glass, tossed it on the floor and tossed myself across his lap demanding "fuck me now or I'll tell everyone you forced me". A nasty stunt I know, and one I now shamefully regret and swear never to repeat. The effect on Driver was instantaneous. His brain refused to process the input. He went into rigor. His arms hovered above me lying on his lap, clearly avoiding any contact. His eyes stared straight ahead and his skin was waxen. OMG, I thought. My first opportunity to fuck a Zombie! And I took it.

I had simply intended to put him into a compromising position so I could stiff the company for what I saw as an exorbitant fare. But now I saw an opportunity for a unique sexual adventure with which to regale my friends on some future social evening. I cursed the luck that deprived me of the high-capacity video of my usual smart phone but rummaging about in the limo, discovered it was equipped with HD video recording equipment. I left it alone for the moment. It was not easy to disrobe a man in rigor but I discovered that his limbs would move slowly if sufficient pressure was applied and I arranged his naked body above my fully-clothed one, on the back seat of the limo, a terrified expression on my face and activated the video. Playing with the remote, I recorded only fragmented flashes of the chauffer plunging his clearly extended cock into my mouth and later, my butt from an angle that showed nothing of my tg variations. 

As things turned out, I needn't have bothered with my staged snapshots. As Driver warmed up in the sunlit limo, his cationic state dissipated although there was no lessening of the rigid state of is cock. I switched the video to continuous and followed the flow. I lay on my back on the deeply padded leather seats, valiantly attempting to emulate a violated maiden, my shorts and panties outside of the frame, probably on the limo floor. Driver, hulking above me, alternates thrusts to my mouth and the out-of-range pussy between my legs. Finally. it seems, he chooses, and plunges a stiff uppercut into my pussy. I scream. But in following footage that would provide rich fodder for a defense attorney, I'll be seen forever, raising my spread legs and locking my ankles above his buttocks to thrust him deeper and hold him deep in my cunt.

It wasn't planned like that. My pussy was still bruised and sore from my entrepreneurial activities of the night before, I wasn't physically attracted to Driver and was certainly not physically aroused. I simply wanted to be home alone in my own bed. Yes, I admit that, when he plunged into me, I raised my legs and locked my ankles behind his butt, but that was simply an autonomic reaction. He claims he was drugged though no drugs were ever found. I certainly never use them for any purpose. The fact that the ring muscle of my cunt went into spasm behind his knob was attributed to the extreme stress I had been under. The excellent air conditioning of the limo was credited with saving our lives and when the limo company investigators found us by GPS tracking 20 hours later, a young intern trained by Dr.. Mike was able to recognize the condition and release me and Driver without permanent damage. Once released from my grip on Driver, I borrowed a phone from a paramedic to call Dr. Mike and he and Gloria swooped in with a wave of professional jargon and claims to be my personal physician to extract me from the wave of curious officialdom. Fortunately neither of the private firms handling the matter wanted official involvement so there was never a glimmer in the news services. 

Mike and Gloria escorted me into my home in Punta Gorda and Gloria cared for me like a mother bear for about a week, nurturing me daily with milk from her big, perpetually full, blue-veined breasts. Dr. Mike took samples of my blood (I think he's going to bleed me dry), swabs from my mouth, pussy, ears and skin between my toes. He ordered batteries of tests and as the results poured back in, squinted over them intently. At last he declares "we've been blessed my dear; you're 100% clear, clean and healthy, despite your adventures. You have a remarkable immune system."

I called the "good 'ol boy from Sarasota." His name was Joshua and he politely agreed to use his tow truck to retrieve "Angel", my beloved Toyota, from Gainsville and bring it to his shop at Sarasota. I tell him my name is Honey-Lee give him the keyless entry code and tell him about the concealed ignition key. "I'll do my best for you Miss Honey-Lee" he promised. "Thadford tells me you're a right nice lady who had a spot of bad luck up that way." 

Two weeks later he calls. "Your little van is right as rain" he advises. "Y'all done good shuttin' 'er down when y'all did. Had to hone the cylinders and replace the piston rings but she's all good now." I ride my pedal bike up there. It's about a two and a half hour ride, mostly along the beautiful, mostly shady, Heritage Trail. I arrive at Joshua's door, a little flushed perhaps, but glowing with health and energy. He looks me up and down with appreciation, opining "Thadford" didn't exaggerate one bit, that old reprobate. He takes me out back where my beloved Toyota is parked on a concrete apron between his house and a four-bay shop. It starts at a touch of the key, and even to my untrained ear, runs smoother and quieter thanever before. "Touched her up a mite" he allows.

I turn to him and impulsively throw my arms around his neck. Thanking him profusely and kissing him on the mouth. His arms go round me instinctively and I pull myself against his body and we stay like that for a minute while I feel his manhood rising against my belly. We pull apart and he say's "Whew! That's some thank-you, you've got there Miss Honey-Lee. Would you do me the honor of staying for dinner? I have some fine Texas steaks right here, just ready for the barbeque."

"You've done so much for me" I protest "I shouldn't impose more" but, brushing my protests aside, he leads me around the side of the house to a tastefully furnished lanai and deposits me into a comfortable chair while he makes things magically appear on the lanai table. I hear steaks hit a hot grill, smell sweet potatoes roasting, and watch his muscular body move purposely between grill, sideboard and table. He is indeed, "a good ol' boy" -- grey hiar and goatee - certainly pushing 60 or better, but his every movement projects strength and purpose and I feel that familiar sexual attraction to powerful men rising deep in my belly.

He hasn't asked how I like my steak prepared, but it arrives on a plate in front of me, deeply seared on the outside, medium rare on the inside, exactly to my taste. I comment on it. "Woman like you" he rumbles "sensuality like an aura around you, eats her steak rare or medium rare. You're no doubt a modern woman, but physically, you're primal."

"And I think you're a primal man" I respond.

"Yes" he responds "but after 30 years in the military and another 10 working for several government agencies, well concealed under a veneer of civilization."

We consume our meals mostly silently in companionable enjoyment and when at last we sit back and he refills my glass of excellent red wine, I ask, "And I going to be allowed to peel back that veneer of civilization?"

"You don't have to, you know" he smiles. "I intend to bill you $640.00 for parts on your Toyota. You won't owe me a thing."

"I will pay you that and the same amount for labor" I declare. "Otherwise I would feel like a whore, when you take me to your bed."

"You could never be a whore, whatever the circumstances" he states flatly. "You're too much your own, independent woman. But I shall be honored to take you to my bed."

"You know I'm a transgender woman" I query?

"You're a woman. An extraordinary woman. And one I shall cherish as a friend as long as I live," he declares as he rises from his chair and takes me by the hand. In his large, masculine bedroom, he undresses me slowly, smilingly, like a man opening a gift he knows is extravagant and sensuous. He undresses me completely and then sits on the end of his bed gazing at me as I stand naked and relaxed before him. I take his hands and lift him to his feet and slowly disrobe him as well. I lift his shirt over his head and run fingers through the grey hairs on his chest. The grey doesn't seem to denote age; it is merely a color. He folds me against him and kisses me and I exult in the feel of his bare skin against my breasts.

I push free and kneel to unbuckle his trousers and drop them in a puddle at his feet. He steps out of them. I repeat the process with his boxers and he steps out of those as well. His cock is like the rest of him. Perfectly boat-shaped, nicely defined but not over-sized knob, very thick in the center, tapered thinner closer to his body. Thick bluish veins run from just behind the knob back toward his body and his sack hangs big and full below. He is not erect, but firm. As I kneel on his bedroom floor in front of him, he rests his hand gently on my head and lets me take his manhood into my mouth and cup that huge ball sack in my hand. I twirl my tongue around his knob and feel his response, sweet pulses of pre-cum for my pleasure. He raises me to my feet and reaching between my legs anoints me with a deliciously slippery lotion. Then, hands on my waist, lifts me up and settles me down onto his cock. I lock my ankles above his buttocks and he pulls me in close against his chest and I nuzzle at his throat. His arms around my waist he walks out through his bedroom door to the outdoor pool and I marvel at his strength (I weigh 130 pounds) and he walks out into the warm Florida sunshine. 

The feeling and movement of his cock deep up inside me as he walks around the pool with me impaled, yet hugging his shoulders and kissing his throat is beyond description and I begin a series of mini-orgasms, each of which he acknowledges by gently turning my face upward and kissing my closed eyelids. He walks, he paces, he pads around the entire house and pool area, cock settling ever higher up inside of me, my arms around his neck, his arms around my waist, and my body and spirit melding into his. When he at last lays me back on his firm bed, I am like plasticine in his hands and he easily pins both wrists and both ankles to the bed above my head. Those big veins in his cock I noticed earlier seem to be now filled and the piston he is sliding into me bears little similarity to the "normal" cock I had earlier sucked. But my pussy is almost endlessly accommodating and it expands to fit as Joshua leans forward and kisses my face, my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, and finally, my mouth. My loins respond appropriately, my hips begin their involuntary rotation, my hips thrust upwards to welcome his advance and the universe splits asunder to admit us to another, parallel, universe where our entwined bodies tumble within thunderclouds, are spat out upon the crests of tsunami waves, only to be sucked up again by aggressive passing tornados. 

At last, the tornado deposits us back onto Joshua's bed. We lay entwined for an hour before nature compels me to the washroom. I pee, but I keep Joshua's cum held up inside. There is something mystical or celestial about this man. Perhaps I can absorb some of his essence. 

He helps me load my bicycle into Angel's capacious hold. I surreptitiously leave a $1280.00 cheque on his kitchen counter. He kisses me and holds me close. I climb in the driver's seat and bid him goodbye. "Joshua, I'll see you again in Paradise, if not before" I sigh, and drive away.

Paul never knew a thing about my misadventures until he arrived home in an airport limo a month later, vastly wealthier, and happy to find me healthy, happy and horny on the lanai, sipping something cool and sweet. He may never really believe the story of what unfolded in the few hours after I dropped him off at GNV but it's good to have him home tonight as he drops off to sleep behind me, his semi-stiff cock safely parked in my pussy for overnight safe-keeping.

Chapter 12. -- 

To be continued. 



Honey meets Rhonda



My wife Brenda and I have been having problems for more than a year, we didn't seem to agree on anything but in the last couple of weeks she had become a little happier. I couldn't identify anything I had done to bring about this change but I hoped it was something we could build on. 

One day there was nothing going on at work so I went home shortly after I arrived. I noticed a strange car in the driveway and saw no sign of Brenda downstairs. I heard some music from upstairs so I went to see. 

Opening the bedroom door I got the shock of my life. There laying on her back on the bed was my wife and on top of her was someone fucking her brains out. Upon a second look it was another woman. 

I went and put my hand on the woman's shoulder to try to get her off my wife, who was thoroughly enjoying herself but this was a big solidly built woman and she didn't budge. Finally she turned and looked angrily at me then said to Brenda, "Must be your husband." I backed away slightly when she got off of Brenda saying to me, "Damn you interrupt me fucking my girlfriend you really are an asshole." 

Now I'm a fairly big guy 6-3 tall and 190 pounds so even though this big naked brunette with her shoulder length hair in a ponytail, all 5-10 and 245 pounds of her, was coming towards me I wasn't worried. 

The woman, Rhonda, came at me and for whatever reason I was paying too much attention to the strap on dildo bouncing in front of her and before I could react she was on me. Rhonda grabbed my crotch and squeezed my balls hard freezing me in my tracks. She then put a shoulder into my chest and drove me back into the wall. I was stunned but not hurt until she took a step back and drove her shoulder into me four more times slamming me into the wall then pummeled my stomach with about six punches followed up with grabbing and pulling up on my balls. I got on my toes trying to escape the pressure but I was out of breath and hurting. 

Rhonda then put an arm through my legs, the other around my neck and scooped me up chest high before body slamming me to the floor. I was done and wanted to curl up into a ball and just have this be over but Rhonda flattened me out on my back, straddled my body with her knees at my sides and her hands on my shoulders. 

There I was pinned down and looking up at this Amazon who had just kicked my ass in short order, her fat jugs hanging above my chin and her strap on dildo laying on my stomach. To top off my complete defeat and humiliation my 5-11 and beautiful 175 pound wife Brenda climbed up and layed on Rhonda's back, reaching around and fondling her jugs. As if I needed a demonstration of Rhonda's strength or Brenda's love for her. My wife looked over Rhonda's shoulder down at me with a look of disgust and said, "Honey I would have had you join us but you're such a prick when it comes to doing anything together I decided to just enjoy myself with Rhonda. But then you had to come home early and now she's kicked your ass royally I don't see how I can ever look at you as an equal again." 

Rhonda said, "You really aren't much of a man, I can't believe you folded so fast. I'm sure Brenda will want to keep you around for a while even though you're probably not good for much so I'll play with you too. But for now I want to get back to fucking your wife so let's have you wait until we need you for something." Then to my shock Rhonda raised up slightly and belly flopped on top of me. 

I was splattered by her and Brenda's combined 420 pounds and so out of breath I couldn't even moan when they got up off me. I was barely able to focus as they returned to the bed, Brenda on her back and Rhonda between her legs resuming pounding my wife's pussy. Sore and struggling to catch my breath I got an elbow under me and looked at the bed. I was fascinated watching my wife and her lover and even though I felt lower than low having been put in my place by Rhonda her power and authoritative attitude had me in awe. 

Finally Rhonda stopped and she and Brenda hugged and kissed rolling over each other. When they separated Rhonda looked at me and said, "You must have enjoyed that show, get out of those clothes and get on over here so you can eat your wife's pussy she's really hot and I need to catch my breath." Brenda spread her legs and I got undressed and leapt at the chance to go down on her. 

So into pleasing my wife I was almost oblivious to Rhonda climbing on the bed behind me except for her ordering me to get up on my knees while I ate Brenda. I could feel her squeezing my ass and stroking my thighs but if that was her thing so be it I thought. The warm gel around my ass didn't hit home until I felt one then two fingers up my ass but Brenda locked her thighs around my head and held me. It wasn't until I felt the head of the dildo poke into my asshole that it dawned on me. 

That's when I remembered Rhonda and more importantly the strap on she was wearing before and that it must have been twelve inches long. My scream was muffled by my face being buried in Brenda's pussy but my cherry being popped was a pain like none I had ever experienced. Rhonda wasn't rough though she slowly worked more of the dildo deeper in my ass, playing with me as she had said. 

She even reached around to take my cock in her left hand and despite the pain which took so much of my attention that I could no longer concentrate enough to eat Brenda's pussy I was getting hard. That's when my wife let me go, slid out from under me and after kissing Rhonda came around and took over jerking me off and kissing me. Holding my hips Rhonda gave my ass a leisurely reaming going deeper with every few strokes until I felt her firm rounded belly bumping against my butt and knew she was pumping all 12 inches up in my ass.

The attention from Brenda helped ease the pain in my ass and I was actually getting comfortable with Rhonda gently humping me. Finally I felt myself getting close, which Brenda knew all so well, Rhonda suddenly pulled out of my ass and she and Brenda rolled me onto my back. They rolled my legs up over my head folding me in half which had my cock pointing right at my face then Brenda tilted my head forward as Rhonda was on top of me and bent me even further with some pain aiming the head of my 8 inch cock at my lips. Rhonda held my balls and said, "Open wide or these are going to hurt real bad." 

The mind works quickly in desperate situations and my lips made a big "O" as I instantly realized bent in half by two powerful, horny women who didn't like me much at the moment gave me no room to argue. Rhonda put the head of my dick in my mouth and jerked me off so I shot my wad in the back of my throat and continued until I was spent. 

As I stared at the ceiling I still hadn't fully come to grips with what had transpired in the past hour, finding my wife with her amazon lover, getting my ass seriously whipped, getting fucked up the ass and sucking my own dick and swallowing my load. It seemed like a bad dream. 

The reality struck as Rhonda, after removing her strap on, sat down on my chest and said, "Make it count if you know what's good for you." She then slid forward and planted her pussy on my face. Knowing Rhonda meant it I did my best the pleasure her. Even with her riding my face I was able to relax when I felt my wife working with her hands to get me hard again. 

Rhonda had a couple of orgasms before she raised up off me and looking at Brenda stroking my cock said, "You are thoughtful Bren" then turned to me and said, "You're not man enough to fuck me but at least you can get it up so I'll fuck you, that will be your treat for the day." I was a little puzzled and must have looked it because Rhonda added, "Oh you thought I was the big Amazon dyke, well I'm the big Bi Amazon, it takes a real man to get this pussy but I'll take a wimp ass dick like yours' if I'm really horny and Brenda makes me hot enough to even use you." 

And with that Rhonda lowered herself onto my stiff cock. Brenda came and sat on my face facing her lover. Rhonda was fucking me alright, bouncing hard and getting everything she could. I was eating Brenda while she rubbed Rhonda's thighs and they squeezed each other's tits. I was in some discomfort with Rhonda and my wife on top of me but man Rhonda was really fucking my brains out and Brenda was cumming on my face. Finally I couldn't hold out any longer and shot my load. Rhonda sat down on me and pulled Brenda towards her onto my chest with left me with a face full of her ass and they hugged and kissed oblivious to me being under them. 

The capper came when Rhonda had me lay down then she layed directly on top of me facing up. It was now Brenda wearing the strap on getting between both our legs and putting her latex dong in her girlfriend's pussy. There I was pinned under my wife's lover, looking over her shoulder as my beautiful passionate and very turned on Brenda began fucking her. I reached around as best I could to play with Rhonda's fat tits which she seemed to enjoy. With Rhonda's size and strength Brenda was really able to start fucking her hard and once Rhonda got into it she was humping her ass up at Brenda who pounded her back down and onto my belly. Before long I was being crushed under the humping of their combined weight and had to give up playing with Rhonda's tits since I was barely able to breathe. 

I was out of it but I guess Brenda noticed my state and had Rhonda slide off me but they didn't break their motion once I was out of the way. I saw Rhonda wrap her powerful legs around Brenda as they hugged tightly and continued to bang away at each other then they pushed me to the floor and I just passed out.

The next morning I went down to get breakfast and go to work. Brenda said nothing until I asked, "Is this how our life is going to be from now on?" She looked at me with disappointment and answered, "If you want me for a wife yes, I care about you but we were having so much trouble getting along before in and out of bed I would rather have it like this. Rhonda makes me feel alive and is so exciting I've found a great partner. You seemed to be getting into taking it up the ass so if you can get off on that you're just about having a threeway with two horny women. And now that Rhonda and I don't have to plan around your schedule and we can be more spontaneous, I'll be happier"

I went to work and once the shock of it wore off I started thinking about it. Rhonda didn't abuse me after she kicked my ass, it was rough sex but she is big and was playing with me and there are worse things than taking it up the ass. Once she got to know me we could both enjoy it and we both really love and care for Brenda. So why not I figured.



Honey, My Husband is Alive!



My wife's has a husband!

I've been married now for six years. I met a wonderful women while on vacation in Paris of all places. She was travelling alone and we were eating at the bar in the hotel we were both staying at. It turned out she lived in the town right next to me! We talked for 10 minutes with an empty chair between us, then she asked me if I wanted to slide over. Of course I did because not only was I having a great time and conversation between us flowed like we'd known each other our whole lives, but also because she was flat out gorgeous!

We continued to talk and drink wine 'till midnight. She told me all about how two years earlier, she lost her husband in a boating accident. He and two friends, fishing off the Florida Keys in a small boat, got caught in a storm and basically vanished. The Coast Guard searched for weeks but nothing was ever found. No boat and no bodies. Eventually all three were declared dead. Cindy and her husband Dan, both 28 at the time of the accident, hadn't had any children yet but she told me it had been a long road back for her and that she still misses him every day. I told her about my recent break up, which while not nearly as tramatic, gave us another thing in common. After we left the bar, we took a short walk outside and had our first kiss. And what a kiss it was. There was some serious chemistry between us. Cindy told me it was the first kiss she'd shared with anyone other than her husband since she was 22 years old! I walked her up to her room thinking we were going to bed together. She opened her door and turned and looked at me.

"Matt", she said, "I really enjoyed meeting you. I haven't had a night like tonight in a long, long time."

We kissed again and my hands started to roam. She moaned as a I grabbed her ass and pulled her up against my erection. Our tongues danced together and I started walking her back into her room almost pushing her with my cock. But, she stopped me.

"Matt, I'd love to invite you in but I just don't think it's a good idea. I'm sorry if I lead you on."

"You know what Cindy? I completely understand," I said, "but how about this. How about I pick you up tomorrow morning and we have breakfast, and then go out and see Paris together?"

"I'd love that Matt, how about nine o'clock?, she smiled.

"See you then," I was backing away.

With a smile that melted my heart she said, "And sorry about that," looking directly at the obvious tent in the front of my pants.

I laughed really hard, looked down, tapped it with my hand and said, "yeah, not nice, but I'll forgive you."

"Maybe I can make it up to you another time, she offered.

"Now THAT, would be nice," I said.

"Goodnight Matt"

"Goodnight Cindy"

My God, I almost said, I love you!

For some reason I didn't jerk off when I got back to my room. Very unlike me. Especially given the fact I had a hard on pretty much all night. When I got up and showered, I had great fun soaping up my throbbing cock, but again resisted the urge to cum.

When Cindy opened the door the next morning, it took my breath away! She looked amazing. Just shorts and a tank top but OMG! What a body. Big firm tits stuffed into a cute little tight pink top. Long perfect legs, and a mouthwatering ass. I was kind of just starring at her and she said, "Good morning" and kissed me on the lips.

"Good morning yourself," I said and put my hands around her waist and kissed her again, longer this time.

"You look," I paused, "and taste, incredible!"

We kissed more, there go the tongues again, soon my poor cock, now in totured state, was back at attention.

Cindy's hands roam. Down my back, over my butt, around to my crotch, now squeezing my throbbing erection.

"What is it the kids say, 'Woops I did it again," Cindy said still holding me by the cock.

As she massaged my cock she pulled me into her room.

"This is going to be problem for you today isn't it," she said?

"Yes", I sort of squeaked.

"And it's all my fault too," she cooed.

"Pretty much," I said as the back of my hand traced circles around her right nipple now protruding from her top.

"How are you going to enjoy Paris in this condition," she said still rubbing my cock?

"Didn't you masturbate last night," she whispered in an insanely seductive voice?

"No," I said in between breaths while thinking, 'i can't believe she just asked me if I jerked off.

"Why not," she asked looking up at me with those incredible eyes?

"I don't know," I said finding it hard to breathe as she continued stroke my cock thru my shorts.

"Well did you play with yourself at all," she teased?

"Yes, on and off all night," I admitted.

Never before in my life had I been asked if I jerked off by a women, and I'd certainly never admitted to one that I did. I was finding out that Cindy was a very erotic women!

"But you never came? You poor thing," she reached down and unzipped my shorts.

"No," I grunted.

"Wanna know something funny Matt," she said now rubbing my cock thru my boxers?

"Sure," I was reaching down between her legs beginning to return the favor.

"I did the same thing!"

"As soon as you left, I regretted not inviting you in," she said.

"I think you're really hot Matt. As soon as you left I got in the shower and immediately started caressing my breasts. I had my fingers in my mouth and in my pussy and you know something else," still looking right into my eyes?

"What Cindy?"

"I haven't been horny since I lost Dan, but I might be hornier right now than I have ever been in my entire life," she proclaimed.

"Oh my God, me too," I said as she dropped my shorts to the floor and knelt down in front of me.

"I did say I might help you out didn't I," she asked?

"Yes," I pleaded.

Well Cindy proceeded to pully my boxers down and my cock sprang out.

"Very nice," she said as she started flicking the head of my cock with her toungue.

Cindy opened her mouth and surprised me by taking my entire cock into her mouth, right down to my pubic hair in one shot. She then, with the perfect amount of suction and alot of toungue, ever so slowly drew back until she just had my cock head still in her mouth as she looked right into my eyes.

"I really like your cock Matt," she said right before she plunged all the way back down on it and then slowly withdrew again in the same manner as before.

"I'm glad, but if you do that one more time I sorry to say, I'm going explode right in to your mouth," I said almost holding my breath.

Cindy took my cock in her hand, tapped it couple of times against her toungue and said, "Don't be sorry Matt, I'd love for you to cum in my mouth. In fact right now I really NEED you to cum in my mouth."

She procceded to deepthroat me one more time, (for the record, I'd never been deepthroated before. To say this was the best blowjob of my life would be one of the all time understatements!) and while she was slowly withdrawing off my cock, I began to pulse jets of cum into her mouth. My legs were shaking fairly violently as I shot cum into her mouth as she at once swallowed it and still sucked the head of my cock. And when I say sucked,I mean she was sucking it like she was in a lollipop contest. For my part I just stood there in the middle of her hotel room, looking up at the ceiling, cumming more than I'd ever cum in my entire life, thinking about how my luck had changed literally overnight, till finally Cindy couldn't take any more and pulled her mouth, which was filled with my seman, off my cock to take a breath.

I was about to warn her when one more big shot came out and hit her right in the face.

Still slowly squeezing my cock she burst into laughter, with huge cum shot going from the top of her forhead, down over her eye and nose, the corner of her mouth and her chin.

"My God that is the most cum I have ever seen come out of a penis," she said still laughing.

She looked behind me into the mirror at her cum covered face and said, "Well, haven't we just gone right ahead and gotten to know one another said the girl with cum all over her face."

"And to think I didn't invite you in last night cuz I didn't want you to think I was a slut," she said still laughing as she stood up, still dressed by the way.

"You say slut like it's a bad thing," I said, "you know some people like slutty."

"Really," Cindy said, "well if you can keep a secret; slutty... I can do! In fact, having not been fucked in over two years...slutty is all I really wanna do right now."

She stood up and kissed me. With a face covered in my cum and a half cum filled mouth I kissed her back with a passion I'd just never felt before. I'd never tasted my own cum before and frankly would have been unwilling had the opportunity presented itself. But for some reason it just didn't bother me. All I cared about was her mouth and toungue which I couldn't get enough of.

I pushed her back on the bed, climbed over and said, "How would like me to eat your pussy for next week straight?"

"Yes please," she said very sweetly.

I undid her little belt, unbuttoned her shorts, unzipped them and pulled them off her fantastic legs. I was now looking down at a simply heavenly sight. Beautiful little white lacy bikini panties, obviously drenched all ready with her juices. I started kissing her stomach as I pushed her shirt and bra up over her tits. I lightly ran little circles around her nipples not quite touching them directly as I licked her belly button and slowly worked my way down to her panties. I kissed her pussy thru her panties and lick all around the edges of them. I snaked my toungue around the edges and inside threatening to but never directly licking her pussy.

"Oh my God Matt, please I can't take it any more. Please."

"Please what I said," now teasing her just for the fun of it.

"Lick my fucking cunt, NOWWW," she screamed loud enough for the entire floor of the hotel to hear.

Jesus I thought, ok I better get to it. I pulled her panties down and dove into the prettiest pussy I'd ever seen or tasted. I licked and sucked her til she came over and over and over again. Finally she stopped me and said, "Matt you are incredible but I can't take any more. Will you please come up here and put that beautiful cock inside me. I need to fucked sooo bad."

And I did, and it was awesome. I didn't pound her pussy doggie style and I didn't fuck her ass, although we would do all those things before we left Paris, but actually we made love slowly and sensuously and for a long time and at the end a tear fell out of her eye and I said, "What's wrong?"

She said, "This is gonna sound crazy, because I only met you last night, but... I think I'm in love with you!"

With tears now pouring out of her I said, "You want to hear something funny? When I was saying good bye last night, I almost said 'I love you'. I swear to God it almost just came out. I just caught it. And when I was riding up the elevator I remember thinking why would I say that; and it was crystal clear to me. It's because I do love you."

Now I had tears in my eyes and we embraced, both knowing we had found our soul mates. And it was good!!!

We spent the next three weeks roaming around Europe like newlyweds which ironically after a quick ceremony in Rome, we were.

When we got back to the States, I sold my condo and moved into Cindy's beautiful home. At first I was little put off by all the photos of Dan around but I understood. Hell it had been Dan's house. In fact, sometimes I felt guilty like I had taken over this dead guys life. His house, his beautiful wife, I even drove his Porshe for a while till it just felt to wierd and I traded it in for Range Rover. But all in all life was great. My sex life with Cindy never cooled down. We fucked like bunnies around the clock and we even talking about starting a family.

Then one night during dinner, the phone rang. This was a rarity as we both lived on our cell phones. Cindy said, "I'll get it," and got up with her glass of wine in her hand to answer.

"Who the hell could it be," I said, "probably a fucking annoying telemarketer. "

I watched Cindy say, "Hello," and then just drop like a rock to the floor!

I ran over to her and she had fainted. The phone was dangling by the cord and I could hear someone saying, "Cindy? Cindy? Are you there?

I got to Cindy who was coming to but clearly in shock. She sat up being careful to avoid the broken glass but had glazed look on her face looking at nothing in particular mumbling, "Oh my God," over and over.

Finally I picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"

The voice on the other end said, "Who the hell is this?"

I said, "This is Cindy's husband Matt, who the he'll is this?"

All I heard was a long slow dragged out, "Holy shit."

"Who is this?", I said again.

"This is Cindy's husband Dan."

"Holy Shit", were the next words to come out of my mouth as I looked down at Cindy and we exchanged a look that said, oh yeah, life just got a lot more complicated!

I quickly tried to pull myself together.

"Ahhh, Dan this is quite a shock. Where are you? What happened. You know everyone thought you were dead right?"

I ended up talking to Dan for 10 minutes. He was in a small fishing village in a remote island in the Bahamas. He'd lived on a tiny unihabited island for two years until some fisherman spotted a signal fire and rescued him. He would be travelling to Nassau by boat the next day and flying home the day after that.

I didn't know what else to say except we'll pick you up at the airport. I asked Cindy who hadn't moved if she wanted to talk. She nodded and stood up. I asked her if she wanted to be alone.

She gave me a sad smile and nodded, "Thanks," as I handed her the phone and left the room.

They talked for about 20 minutes and then Cindy came into the living room and curled up in my lap. Her eyes showed the obvious sign of someone who'd been crying. Neither one of us said anything for the next hour.

Finally she looked up at me and said, "What the fuck are we gonna do?"

Having her say we, might have been the greatest moment of my life and I told her so.

She said, "Matt, you don't think I'd ever leave you do you?"

I said, "I sure fucking hope not Cindy because I wouldn't want to have to try and live without you. The thought is unfathomable."

"Well look Matt," she said looking right into my eyes, "THAT, is last thing you ever have to worry about. In fact I'm so sorry for even letting you sit here and think that was even a possibiliy for the past hour. I all ready told Dan that on the phone too. This is complicated but I no more want to live without you than you do me!"

My heart lept! What a roller coaster of emotion. In fact, next thing you know, I'm fucking Cindy from behind on the couch. She's saying, "Harder, harder, fuck me harder, fuck me harder DAN!"

Houston we have a problem.

Well Cindy apologized a hundred times but did admit she was thinking about Dan as her orgasm hit. She assured me it meant nothing but we did have a long talk about the fact that she told Dan he could come and stay with us as we figured this whole thing out. After all she said, "Its kinda his house."

We decided to pick Dan up together at the airport. When Cindy spotted him she lit up. He looked like a cave man with his hair and beard. But Cindy ran and jumped into his arms. They hugged for a long time. I was looking around at peoples reactions and you could tell they were wondering what was going on.

Cindy turned and said, "OK this is fucked up. Dan, Matt, Matt, Dan."

Dan extended his hand to me and said, "Matt, it's nice to meet you. This is crazy but right now if you guys can just get me out of here I'd really appreciate it."

And like that we shook hands and headed for the car. On the ride home Dan and I talked a lot. His story was facinating. I asked a million questions and he was happy to answer them. He was so happy to be with people he couldn't stop talking. When we got home he headed right for the shower. Cindy offered to cut his hair and he said that would be great, I'll call you when I'm ready.

An hour later he came down and looked like a different person. He had shaved and just put his hair straight back in a long pony tail. Cindy and I both said, "Wow. You look great." Cindy grabbed a pair of shears and just chopped about 20 inches off of Dan's pony tail. Haircut accomplished.

He said, "Well if you lived off fish and bananas for two years, you'd be pretty fit too, I can tell you that. Look I found a pair of my jeans."

He raised his shirt and showed the room in the waist of his jeans, and the rediculous washboard stomach he was sporting.

That got a slight gasp from Cindy.

We opened a bottle of wine, and then another and then a third. It felt like three old friends who had known each other for years. We laughed and had a great time. I have to say, Dan is a great guy. And I still felt guilty like I stole his life.

Cindy at one point jokingly said, "Can't I just keep you both?"

And all of a sudden there was an uncomfortable silence. As soon as she felt it, Cindy said, "Oh shit I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry guys I just umm, I just ahh, I think i'm a little drunk."

We all were. I must have been because the next thing that came out of my mouth was, "is that possible, is that something we could talk about. Maybe on trial basis and see what happens? Is that crazy? Am I out of my mind?"

Cindy said, "I think it's the most romantic thing I've ever heard Matt. You never stop amazing me."

Dan said, "Matt, it is crazy, but we left crazy behind a long time ago. If you're willing to try I'm willing to try. I have to say. I'm impressed. It takes hell of a man to do what you just did."

"Hey, talk about a hell of man Dan. After what you've been thru, Jesus Christ it's the least I could do."

Did I just say that?

Cindy suddenly had a big smile on her face. "So this is real? We're gonna try this? How would it work, I mean sleeping arrangement and stuff?"

Dan and I looked at each other, and he said, "Alternate?"

"Alternate it is and since it's your first night, and if it's all right with Cindy, she's all yours tonight, I'll sleep in the guest room."

Cindy jumped out of chair and started kissing me, saying, "You're incredible over and over."

Finally I said, "OK, don't get my motor running, it's Dan's night. Now you two go up to bed before I come to my senses. I'll clean up here and see you both in the morning."

With that they looked at each, stood up, ( I noticed the big bulge in the front of Dan's baggy jeans and it reminded me of myself in Paris ) and headed up the stairs to the bedroom.

After I cleaned up I went up to try and sleep. I couldn't help but stop and listen a little as I walked past the master bedroom door. Cindy was moaning like crazy and the headboard was banging loudly. Cindy's husband was fucking the living shit out of her!

It went on for about two hours as I laid in bed hard as rock but with a pit in my stomach. I wanted to stop it and was relieved when it finally did. Ten minutes later Cindy came into my room.

"Are you OK?" she asked, "We were a little loud weren't we?"

"Yeah, I'm OK, are you OK?

"Honey, I'm more than OK. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. I'm so happy to have Dan back and I'm so happy to have you. And I'm so grateful of you being so understanding. But I want you to know, if decide you are uncomfortable with this at all, just say the word. OK?"

"OK," I said. "Sooo, I hesitated, ahhh,how was it?"

Cindy smiled, "Oh it was great. It was like being fucked by someone who was stranded on a deserted island for three years. And yet it was familiar. Almost like it all never happened."

"But, I have to admit, I was thinking about you in here. This will take some getting used to."

"Cindy, do you remember in Paris, I said I liked slutty?"




Honey, My Husband is Alive!



"Yes," she said wondering where I was going with this.

"Well, even though i had a pit in my stomach, the whole time Dan was fucking you, I was rock hard. I even listened at the door a little. It's weird but I got hot listening to you get fucked."

"Really," cindy mused, "I actually think that's really hot."

She then slid her hand under the covers and found my erect penis. She looked at me and said, "Will you cum in my mouth please?" She then gave me one of her world class blowjobs till I exploded in her mouth. She swallowed every drop, told me how much she loves me, and went back to sleep with Dan as agreed.

Five minutes later, the headboard was banging again!

The next morning I was the first one up. Then Dan came down.

"Oh my God, coffee, God I missed coffee," Dan said.

"From what I heard last night, that's not all you missed," I smiled as handed him a large cup of coffee. 

He grinned then said, "Well I heard you got something yourself during the intermission."

"Oh, you know about that do you," I said a little surprised.

"Cindy said if this is gonna work, there can be no secrets. No secrets, no jealousy," Dan added.

"And you know something, when Cindy told me she had just blown you, I swear to God, it turned me on."

"Well that's funny because when you were fucking her, I listened a little, and it got me totally hot," I added.

"This is fucked up," he said.

I raised my mug and said, "To fucked up."

"To fucked up," and we clinked coffee mugs and burst into laughter as Cindy walked into the room.

"Coffee please," she said, "too much wine last night."

"Maybe too much cock too," I winked at her.

She smiled and said, "You don't know the half of it."

We all took our coffee out to the patio by the pool. When Dan finished his he said, "I'm goona take a swim. Tough habit to break you know."

Cindy reached over and held my hand as we both watched Dan walk towards the diving board, taking off his shirt and dropping his pajama bottoms on the way. Man was he ripped! As he turned and stood on the diving board I got yet another surprise. Dan had a full on horse cock! My jaw was on the ground as he dove in and began swimming laps effortlessly.

I turned to Cindy, and said, "Did I just see what I think I saw?"

"What. Dan's dick?"

"Ahh, yeah," I said.

"Does that bother you Matt. It's just a dick. I mean yeah, it's huge but so what. The truth is, Dan's not half the lover you are."

"I guess it doesn't bother me," I said not really sure I was telling the truth.

As Dan got out of the pool and walked back over toward us, with a towel over his head drying his long hair, his dick was absurd! Cindy and I exchanged a look and she winked at me. I wasn't sure why. She then reached out and grabbed it with her hand! 

"Dan, Matt is little put off by your size." she just thru that out there.

"Well after your description Cindy, of your sex life with Matt last night, and how great he is in bed, I think I should be the one who's put off," Dan countered as Cindy let go of his dick.

"Well I guess this is going to be an adjustment for all of us, but that is a lot to compete with," I said alluding to Dan's cock.

"But that's just it," Cindy said, "you're not competing. I love both of you and you both love me. And that's all that's important!"

"You know," she continued, "maybe the alternate night idea wasn't the best."

"What are you saying," I said. 

"I'm saying lets get it all out in the open. That way nobody is thinking about what is going on behind closed doors. Having things build up in their mind, creating jealousies. I'm saying," she paused and looked at both Dan and I, "I'd like you both to fuck me at the same time."

"Wow," I said.

Dan smiled and said, "You naughty girl."

Cindy looked at me and said, "I told you I could do slutty didn't I?"

I paused and said, "And I told you I liked slutty didn't I?"

Dan stood up, dropped his towel, his cock all ready at half mast, and declared, "I'm ready."

We all laughed and headed to the master bedroom to have our first ever threesome. We stayed in bed from 10 in the morning till 4 in the afternoon. We did everything. There were no boundaries. While Cindy was riding Dan's huge dick, I fucked her is the ass. I found out I had been the first person to have anal sex with Cindy. She stated the obvious, there was no way Dan's cock was ever fitting in her asshole. t made me feel good I was her first, and only there. And it was something Dan couldn't have. But on the other hand, watching Cindy orgasm on Dan's massive dick was a sight to behold. I did however find that I loved the feeling of sloppy seconds. Sliding my cock into Cindy's stretched out cum fill pussy, was an incredible feeling. And it always made me cum again quickly. Dan was the first one to eat what I now know is called a creampie. I thought well if he can do it, I can do it. At one point we both kneeled over Cindy while she talked dirty to us and jerked off until we came all over her. Cindy was in sexual heaven. I even used Dan's cock like a dildo and fucked Cindy with it. God, she loved that. 

Over time we settled into a somewhat normal relationship. We bought a huge custom bed and all slept together every night. We didn't have sex every night, but there was always a lot of sex going on. If I fucked Cindy during the day when Dan wasn't around, Cindy would always bring it up at bedtime. There were times where I'd be doing something, walk into another room and find Cindy with her hands up against a wall getting fucked by Dan from behind. I'd walk up to her, kiss her play with her beautiful tits a little and move on. She'd always seem to find me and blow me after something like that. Of course the threesomes were a regular occurence. Probably three times a week on average. Cindy's sexual appetite amazed me. She was fully capable of satisfying two horny men. It actually worked, for about three and half years until Cindy got pregnant. When we found out the baby was mine, Dan decided it was time for him to go. He was interested in joining a start up company in California anyway, and he just felt it was the right thing to do. 

Cindy and I know have two beautiful children, a girl and a boy. Dan met a great girl in California and they are now expecting their first child. Once or twice a year, Dan will come and visit, and we always have incredible 3 way sex. It just seems to be something we can do. As Cindy always reminds me, "I told you, Slutty I can do!" 

Of course I always respond, "Hey, I like slutty!" 



Honey, Play With Them



Susan Dorn, like a lot of high school girls, was very confused about life. Her Dad had left her Mom when she was a junior. At first, her Mom was despondent. She had a routine job at "Davis Electric." Then, all at once, Susan noticed that her mother was making a lot more money. She mentioned a promotion. She heard her mother speak of Al Davis, the owner, when chatting on the phone to aunt Betty. It was in March of her senior year that she discovered just why things were going so well.

Susan was dismissed from school at 11:00 AM because of teacher conferences. She had forgotten to tell her Mom that she would be home early. When she got home, Mr. Davis' Mercury was in the drive. Susan did not care much for Mr. Davis, because of the way he leered at her when he saw her. So, she quietly went in the back door, and tip-toed up the stairs, since she thought that her Mom and Mr. Davis would be talking in the living room. 

As she neared her Mom's bedroom door, she heard her Mom, Wendy moaning. She peeked into the door. Her Mom was on her back, with Mr. Davis' head between her legs, bobbing up and down. It took a moment for her to realize that he was running his tongue up and down her mother's privates. Susan's hand flew to her mouth to stifle any sound as her mouth flew open in amazement.

As she watched, her mother's hips begin to thrust up and down. "Ready for me, Wendy?" She heard Davis say as he got on his knees.

Her mother's eyes were closed, her mouth was open, panting, as she turned her head from side to side. Susan say this chunk of meat in his hand. He guided it to the entrance of her mother's cunt. As he lowered himself onto her, he seemed to cover her whole body. His ass shot forward, pounding his cock into Susan's mother.

Susan opened the door a little more to get a better look, with her hand still over her mouth. Her mother's breasts were sliding up and down. The cheeks of her ass were waving from the impacts. Her Mom was saying over and over, "Uuhh, uuhh, uuhh." 

Susan could not believe the size of a man's cock, even though Davis' was just average. She snuck out of the house. When Susan returned just after 1:00 PM both her mother, and Mr. Davis were gone. 

Sitting on her bed naked, she used a mirror to see her vagina lips. Carefully, she opened them, and slid her index finger into her pussy. It was tight. She stared at her finger. Mr. Davis' cock was three times as thick as her finger. She took a ruler to measure how deep she was. If she pushed more then six inches in, it hurt. It was very confusing. Her mother did not seem to be in any pain. The best she could tell, her mother wanted Mr. Davis to fuck her as hard as he could.

As time went on, Mr. Davis begin to stop at the house at night. Her Mother and he would go to the bed room. Susan could hear the bed bumping the wall. 

Right after she graduated, she came home one day to find Mr. Davis there alone. He came up behind her. "Your getting to be a real big girl now, Susan."

Susan just turned and looked at him. He continued, "I could really make it worth your while if you came to work for me. I can be very friendly." With that he reached out to grab her. He pulled her to him, as his hand found her breast. His mouth found her lips. She reached to defend her breast. He unzipped his pants, allowing his hard cock to spring out. He lifted her left leg, as he backed her against the wall. Her panties were pushed aside. His cock was at the entrance to her most private parts. She was able to push him away. She jumped into her car and drove away.

Susan had nowhere to go. She stopped at a park to try to decide what to do. She remembered that Liz Borden, one of the women she worked with at Sears, had posted a note that she was looking for a roommate. She knew that Liz was working. She wondered if Liz would be interested in having her live with her. Susan was eighteen, whereas Liz was a divorced thirty-two year old woman, with a reputation of a party girl who moved with a fast crowd.

When she mentioned it to Liz, Liz said, "Let's go outside. I'll take a smoke break, and we can discuss if we would get along. Liz, lit her cigarette. After two deep draws on it, she studied Susan for a few seconds.

Looking out towards the parking lot, she said, "My place is a nice two bedroom. I date a lot. I was married to a guy that never took me anywhere. Then, the son-of-a-bitch left me for another woman. So, I'm getting my own way now. I date guys, either married or single, that want to drive to Boston or New York to take in the shows, raves, concerts, or whatever. I won't let one man tie me up as his woman. If you move in, it is with the understanding that you will date guys in my crowd, and not be a wet blanket."

The wind picked up. Rain was falling. Susan was trying to understand what Liz had just told her. She blurted out, "Liz, why do the men keep coming back to take you to all these places, if you won't go steady with them?"

Liz took another deep drag. She smiled a knowing, woman's smile as she said, "That is a good question. I'm glad that you asked that. These are men, not boys. They come back because I have three things that they want to play with, very badly. I let them play with them as much as they want."

Susan blushed a deep red. Liz smiled. "Susan, you have been with a man, haven't you?"

"No."

Liz laughed, then softly whistled. "With a body like yours, I'm surprised that you made it past fourteen. Honey, the men are going to like you. When are you moving in?"

"Is tomorrow okay?"

"Sure, I have a date for Friday night, I will set a date with you with Jordan Van Gate. Just the guy for you. Big party. You will have a good time. Jordan can dance like a fool."

Her mother was sorry to see her move out, but understood that Al Davis would pester her to fuck him if she stayed. 

Friday came. Susan was very nervous. Jordan arrived, with Billy Johnson, Liz's date. He was six foot tall, stocky, and very nice looking. At thirty-five, he was much older then any man, except her teachers in school, that she had ever been close to. 

Liz knocked on her bed room door just before they were to leave. "Can I come in?"

"Sure, just putting on my perfume."

Whispering, Liz said, "Look, I want you to make a good impression on these guys. If you do, and the word gets around, you will have all the action you can handle, plus guys will be wanting to marry you. Rich guys."

Startled, Susan asked, "What do you mean? What should I do?"

"Take off that old ladies bra. Take off your panties. When Jordan starts feeling you up, let him do what ever he wants." As she said that, she unzipped Susan's dress. What Susan was not told was the conversation between Jordan and Liz to set up the date.

Liz had dated Jordan on and off. She had fucked him many times. The phone call went like this. "Hi Jordan. Liz here."

"How is my favorite woman?" 

"Just fine, Jordan. Look, I need a man to date my new room mate this Friday. If your interested, you could double with Billy Johnson and I."

"Love to, Liz. What is the scoop on the girl?"

After a low sultry laugh, Liz continued, "You are going to love this. She is twenty years old. (Liz lied about her age.) Very innocent."

"Liz, are you setting me up with a dog? Twenty? Innocent?"

"Jordan, do you think that I would have a dog stay at my place? She is five foot, three inches. She weights, say, one hundred and forty. She had red hair, freckles, blue eyes, a little nose, and more tits then you deserve."

"How innocent is innocent? You know that I love play time."

"Okay, Jordan. Look, she is a virgin. I want you to pull that stunt that you did the first time with me."

"You mean the pretend to fall asleep on the sofa thing where I get in your bed while you get ready for bed in the bathroom. Then you find me in your bed when you crawl into it." 

"You got it." 

"Your wish is my command."

When Liz and Susan appeared, Jordan thought that he would cum in his pants. He actually trembled at the thought of mounting her.

During the first dance, Jordan slid his hand up under her arm so that he rubbed the side of her left breast. It was easy to tell that she was braless.

He let his hand slid down her ass. No panties either. Her velvet black dress hid nothing. Her milky white breasts were clearly visible down the front. 

Susan knew that she was being felt up. It seemed as she looked around that all the women were being felt up too. The drink of the night was champagne. Susan had never had any before. It tasted very good, so she drank it by the milk glass. 

With a drunk grin she sat down. Jordan, noting that Billy had left Liz to chat with some men in the den, went over to ask Liz to dance. Liz was very drunk. "So, how are you doing with your toy," she inquired.

"Just fine," Jordan answered as his hand cupped the bottom of Liz's breast. He had played with these tits many times before. His cock got rock hard. As the dance ended, he steered Liz to the rear deck, which had a day bed on it. She did not resist as he lowered her onto her back. 

Her cunt, as he suspected, was unprotected, when he lifted her dress. He pulled his cock from his pants. Holding it at its base, he slapped her pussy four times with it. Then in one swift move buried himself into her up to the balls, all seven inches. His first fifteen thrusts were almost vicious in their force. Jordan liked to pound into a woman, while he mashed both her tits, kneading them, pawing them. Susan, now alone, got up to pee. Jim Wheeler saw her stagger to the bathroom. As she came out, Jim came up behind her. He took her left hand, and placed his right around her waist. He steered her to the staircase, then to the master bedroom. Once inside, he lay her on the bed, locked the door, and turned to see her propped up on her elbows with a confused look on her face.

Another guy that wants to feel me up. Play with me, as Liz would say. In her confused state, she thought that this man would lower her dress, kiss her, maybe even finger her pussy. Well, let him play all he wants, she thought, as she lay back with her arms outstretched above her head.

She did not see Jim take off his clothes. She did not see his rock hard cock released from the confines of his pants. Jim left on a small light in the bathroom adjoining the bedroom. He liked to see the women that he fucked.

He reached up and pulled the top of her dress off her tits. Both hands pawed those melons. Her dress was raised revealing her milky white legs, slightly protruding tummy, the red cunt hairs, just shaved enough on the side so that she could wear a bathing suit. 

Jim was drunk. He ran his left index finger up from her ass hole, parting her cunt lips. Susan's eyes went wide as his mouth fastened onto her clit. She had never felt such a wonderful sensation. Being a toy was not bad, not bad at all.

Jim forced her legs further apart. She was wet. He lay on her. Her head was just below his neck. Her little legs were sprayed out just above his waist. He out weight her by one hundred pounds. Susan felt the cock probing for her entrance. The entrance to her most private part. Her eyes opened wide. Her mouth was open to say something, when Jim's ass shot forward. 

Normally, he would have been buried to the balls, but he just got the head of his cock into her. Not realizing that she was a virgin, he pulled her legs above her head. This time, when his cock slammed down, it would not be denied.

Susan stiffened in pain. Jim did not notice, as he pumped long hard strokes in and out of her pussy. Jim cum. He stayed on her. He left big hickeys on each tit. He fucked her again, until he cum a second time. Wow, good fuck, Jim thought as he left her to wash up and rejoin the party. After he left, Susan washed her cunt, ran a comb through her hair, while thinking all the while about the man who had just been in her.

She did not know what to think. So she sat on the bed again. She lay down, and fell asleep. Jeff Stewart went into the bedroom to use the toilet. As he came out he looked down at Susan. Very slowly he lowered her dress, allowing her tits to spill out again. Her dress was raised. He could tell by the wetness, and the matting of her cunt hairs that she had just washed her cunt. Only one reason, she must have just fucked someone. Who the hell is she? He thought. Well, hell, the most she can tell me is to stop. He took of his pants.

Jeff turned off the light. The room was now pitch black. He carefully got on top of Susan. As her legs were opened, she woke up. At first she was confused as to where she was. Someone was getting onto her. Her cunt lips were spread. A long thick cock was thrust into her, hard.

Jeff's only interest was in cuming. He pumped as fast and hard as Mr. Davis had fucked Susan's mother. Jeff was slamming his body at hers. She tightened up. Her cunt was still slippery from Jim's cum. It took Jeff just long enough to cum, so that Susan cum also. As Jeff rolled off, he slapped her ass. "Thanks for the fuck, Honey."

This time, after washing up and combing her hair, Susan went downstairs. She found Liz and Jordan sitting drinking. "Where have you been?" Jordan inquired.

"Just upstairs."

Jordan left to get her a drink. Knowing that Susan had been upstairs for over an hour, Liz said, "A virgin no more, I take it. How many?"

Without blushing, with a blank face, Susan said, "Two."

"That a girl. The evening is young. The word will spread that you will let them play with you. Others will hit on you. Don't turn anyone down. You will have guys trying to date you every night, if you let them play with you."

At that very moment Jeff Stewart was speaking to Don Arnold, Peter Snow, and Fred Garmon. "Who is that red haired chick over there talking to Liz?"

All three shrugged, indicating that they did not know Susan. 

Don was sharp enough to figure out that Jeff would have a reason for asking. "Should we be interested in her?"

Jeff did not want to let the world know of an easy fuck, so he just smiled a shit-eating-grin. It told the other three as much as if he had spelled it out.

"Tonight?"

Jeff knew the secret was out. "Yes, she never even asked me my name. Just lay there and let me fuck away. Really tight." 

The drink that Jordan had gotten for Susan was a vodka punch made with one hundred and fifty proof vodka. Fifteen minutes later, she was seeing double, as was Liz, who had downed two large glasses of it. Both Jordan and Billy had downed two glasses of the punch. They were asleep on the couch. 

Jim Wheeler approached the group of Jeff, Don, Peter, and Fred. He wanted some more of Susan. He suggested that the group, including himself, take Liz and Susan home. When they broached the subject to Liz, she just mumbled, "Okay." 

On the way home, a drunk Liz was asked about Susan. Trying to be funny, she laughed and slurred out the information. "Gentlemen, this is a big night for Sue. She was a virgin when the evening started, but she isn't now. Susan, in the back of the van, did not hear the comment, but five men did. Five cocks got instantly hard, as each man cast glances at Susan, who was sitting with her head back. 

Jeff reached over and pulled down the top of her dress. He lifted one of her jugs. He sucked the nipple. Peter went right for the jewel, her pussy. He ran his index finger up her cunt. "I can't wait. Pull her over your lap, face down."

Peter raised her ass so that she was on her knees. He ran his cock into her cunt with one fast shove. Soon sweat was running off him as he hammered his cock into her. 

When he cum, Don was next. He ran his cock into her cum filled cunt to make it slick. Then, he opened the cheeks of her ass. He used his finger to extract more cum from her cunt. He covered her ass hole with it. He lay on her. The end of his cock was pushed into her ass. She protested. She tried to get up. Soon she gave up and let him have his way with her. 

Liz was on her knees in the seat ahead, watching Susan being ravished. Fred, sitting beside her, had his finger in her pussy, finger fucking her.

They piled into Liz apartment. Susan was stripped. Over the next hour, each man fucked her again. 

At one point, Liz stood at the door naked, with her hands on her hips. "How about me?"

The words were just out of her mouth when Jordan and Billy arrived. She took them both to her room. Fred looked in to see her sucking Billy's cock, while Jordan fucked for a second time this evening. 

When Liz and Susan woke up the following morning, all the men had left. Susan's legs were raw from the friction of being fucked. "I am so sore."

"You were some sight. Did you cum last night? There is a note on the kitchen table asking us if we want to go to New York next weekend. Do You?"

"I cum four times. Yes, I'll go."

The next year was very busy for both Liz and Susan. Liz kept a notebook listing the men that she fucked, and how often. There were eighteen men that she had fucked, some more then fifteen times. Susan, being the younger, fresh woman, was more a play thing, that all the guys wanted to fuck at least once. She had a list of sixty-five men that had fucked her, many of whom she had only seen once, and did not get their name.

Her mother had never been to a rave. Liz said that she would be happy to include her, if she was willing to play with the men. Susan stopped at her home. After some hints, her Mom, Wendy asked, "What are you trying to tell me? Some guys may want to have sex with me, if I go along with you?"

"Well, yes."

"Susan, I like sex. If these guys are clean, good looking, and want a forty-two year old woman, they can play with me all they want."

After Liz met Wendy, she phoned Jordan. "Hey, Susan's Mom is coming along. Spitting image of Susan, with the exception that she must wear her bra much lower then Susan."

Jordan laughed, "I like droopy tits, Liz. If you have not noticed, yours are hanging at just the right place for a guy to chew on."

The men talked about having Wendy along. These guys were always looking for something erotic. Fred got an idea. "Look, I went to college with a guy from the city. He has a black buddy who has a huge cock. How would you like to see this Wendy have some major wood be put into her?"

"Great Idea." Don said.

Saturday night, after the rave, the group went to a condo off forty-second street. Everyone was high. Shortly after they got there, a very good looking guy make a move on Wendy. Drunk, she was hanging on him as he openly roamed his hands over her breasts, and up her pussy. Wendy begin to get wet. She was ready to fuck. "Lets go to my place, he whispered in her ear."

"Hmm, yes."

They took an elevator to the penthouse. Wendy's dress was removed. Her bra was taken off. Her garter belt, stockings, shoes, and panties were removed. Her eyes were hooded with lust as the man dropped his pants to display a respectable cock. It would do just fine. 

He stepped up to her. His hands lifted both cantaloupe size tits up as his fingers pawed them. Her cunt was cleanly shaven except for a small red bush just above her slit. His finger ran the length of her cunt, finding it seeping with her cunt juice. Wendy was eased into the center of the bed. He lay on her. First one arm and then the other was raised. At the right moment, he slid Velcro restraints around her wrists. Her eyes went wide. 

Smiling a disarming smile, he whispered, "Just a game." A ball gage was placed into her mouth. "She is ready."

Twelve men walked in, each carrying a chair to sit on. Her legs were tied to her arms, so that her cunt was unprotected, and faced almost straight up. 

"Time." a voice said.

In walked the biggest black man that Wendy had ever seen. He was black as night. He walked over to where she could see his cock. He had his massive hand around the base. There was seven inches of huge cock extending from above his hand. He climbed onto the bed. His cock was now just inches from her eyes. 




Honey, Play With Them



"It's all going into your twat. Don't worry, you'll stretch, but it may take a while. I'm going to be fucking you in the cunt, and ass. Bet you never had anything like me in your ass, now have you?" 

Wendy strained against the ropes. "Take her Ronald."

Ronald got up close to Wendy's ass. He got on one hand, and both knees, while his free hand guided his cock to the entrance to her twat.

Wendy will never forget this moment. She had heard the stories about men with huge cocks. She had heard other women gush with delight when they told about having sex with a well hung man. She was a woman. She had a cunt. She liked having men put their cocks in her. That is why she was in New York. Can there be too much cock? There sure as heck can be too little.

She watched that black cock being placed at her opening. It had a pink head. Once past the head, the cock got much larger. It was black with large veins running across and down it. At the base, there were some very short curly black cock hair. His balls were black, and as large as a tennis ball.

For the men watching, the sight was the most erotic any had ever seen. Wendy had the milky white skin of a red head. Her ass hole was slightly brown, and above that was her slit. Her cunt lips were slightly puffy and just the edge of pink could be seen. She had been arouse, so the lips were wet, and they could all smell her pussy. Right now, above her cunt was a black cock that was pointed directly toward her cunt. As they watched, Ronald eased the end in. Several men took a deep breath. Ronald released his cock as he lowered his chest to Wendy's. With short little shoves, the cock entered her. All went well until he had seven inches in. He had bottomed. Ronald raised his ass. He gathered himself. He reached under Wendy's shoulders so that he could stop the force of his thrusts from moving her. His ass shot down. His stomach tightened, as did the cheeks of his ass. He drove the cock down and forward. All ten inches of that cock was in Wendy.

Her body got red. She tried to yell. Her arms flapped against the ropes. Ronald held on to her as his ass made short hard thrusts; ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty.

Wendy thought that her cunt walls would be torn, shredded.

Ronald then put on a show for the men. He pounded in and out of her as fast as he could. They bounced up and down on the bed. He pulled his cock out of her, to let the cum spurt onto her tummy. 

"Anyone care to fuck her before I get hard again and take her in her virgin ass?" 

For the next half hour six of the men fucked Wendy, but compared to Ronald, she hardly knew they were in her.

Wendy had never let any man fuck her in the ass. Al Davis, had tried enough times. Ronald put a but plug in her ass. It was coated with "Slick Glide." 

When he was ready to take her, she had no chance to keep him out. He just lay on her. Every time she relaxed her ass muscles, he slid in an inch deeper. It burned a little. Then when he pumped hard, it burned a lot. 

After Ronald cum. The men were talking. "Great." "What a sight." Hey, while he is here, how about we have him fuck another woman?"

"Okay by me." Ronald said. Then thinking a bit he added. I have a buddy at the Gym that is bigger them me. How about that I call him and some other guys. Some of them can fuck this cunt, while he and I stretch another pussy.

An hour later Wendy was confronted with three more large black men that eyed her cunt with glee in their eyes. 

Susan was approached by the same good looking white guy. "Hey, is your mother, Wendy?"

"Yes. Is she having a good time?" 

"She is getting the best New York has to offer," he replied with a wink. 

Susan had not had sex this weekend. She looked at the good looking guy in front of her. She would be delighted to let him play with her all he wanted, so she gladly followed him to the penthouse. 

The men had talked. The only restrains were on Wendy. "We will just have to hold Susan until Ronald's buddy was in her."

Shortly, Susan was naked, held down by four men. Ronald, who had already cum twice, let the other man, John, go first. It took him over fifteen minutes of pounding to bury all of his cock in Susan. It was not fun for Susan. For John, as well as the men watching, it was an awesome event. John cum. Susan did not resist when Ronald entered her. He pumped hard into her for another twenty-five minutes. 

One by one, ten more men fucked her. To her surprise, she cum, very hard, when John took her a second time. 

After the men left, Susan got up. She found Wendy, covered with cum, in the next bedroom. When they returned to the main party, they found Liz in a bedroom with a guy pumping hard between her legs. 

Things were quiet for the next four weeks. Susan went over to her mothers place to chat with her. Mom was not home, so she read the paper. Then she decided to take a shower. She had just walked out of the bathroom wearing only a bathrobe, when who came up the stairs, but Al Davis. 

Al followed her into her room. He reached up and pulled her robe off her. She, now naked, turned to face him. He put one hand behind her neck, as his right index finger slid into her cunt. They toppled onto the bed. He was between her legs. He forced them apart. He fumbled with his pants. His guided his cock to her slit. With one hard shove, he buried his cock into her. With the same wild abandonment she had seen him fuck her mother, his ass went every which way as he used his cock to stir her pussy. She cum once, twice, then a third time. When he got up to go, he pulled out his wallet. He lay three one hundred dollar bills on the bed, and left. 

When she went down stairs, her mother was in the kitchen making supper. "How long have you been home?"

"Came home the same time that Al arrived."

"Then you know he fucked me?"

"Sure, I watched for a while."

"You don't care?"

"Honey, to keep the men happy, you have to play with them. When he comes back in a couple hours, he will be horny again, so I'll fuck him."

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Honey Smart



Honey Smart is my real name, believe it or not. It's on my birth certificate. On the very day I was born my daddy found and robbed a bee tree and got a lard bucket full of honey. My red hair is natural and so is everything else about me. 

Everyone always ask me, how did I start being a whore? Well, that's a good question. You have to understand that I came from poor white trash. My mother was poor trash, my father was poor trash and all my relatives are Poor trash. I grew up in a trailer. Not a mobile or modular home. Just a trashy old trailer. I was born and raised in the backwater town of Home Bayou. That's nearly as far south as you can go and stay in Alabama or even the country.

They used to joke about it and say that the richest man in town was poor, but that was a lie. The richest man in Home Bayou was Carlton Mills. Everybody else was broke. Carlton Mills owned the damned town and everybody in it. I managed to graduate from high school, but just barely, but I did make it. I was the only one of my five siblings to do so. After graduation I got a full time job waiting tables in the only café in town. One day Carlton Mills came in and I served him a burger and fries. When I took his order I intentionally leaned in and rubbed my boobs on his shoulder. Being a tall redhead with big tits and cute always got me looks from the guys. Mills was no exception.

"Where in hell did you come from, girl?" he asked me. "I thought I knew every pretty gal in this town." I suspect he did. The gossip around town was Carlton Mills was one horny son of a bitch. If you believed the tongue-waggers he had bedded almost all the women in town. Carlton never let a thing like them being married stop him from hopping on a gal. He didn't let the legal age bother him much either. Who was going to complain and who would they complain to? The bastard owned the only grocery store, the only hardware and the only industry around for miles. His industries was the turpentine plant and the sawmill. Everybody either worked for him or some business that was supported by him and his companies.

He seemed old as dirt to me at the time, but I don't suppose he was much over fifty years old when he took notice of me. Having Carlton Mills take notice was either a good thing or a terrible thing. I was still pretty young and unsophisticated , but I was old enough to know what Carlton was after and foolish enough to let him think he could get it. I flirted with him every time he came in for a week or so even though all my friends told me I was stupid.

"I got a little place down on Mobile Bay," he told me one day. "You ought to see it. Right on the beach."

"I guess I should see it," I teased. "When is that going to happen?"

"How about this weekend? I'll pick you up Friday afternoon and we'll drive down in my new car. We'll have a lot of fun playing in the water and all."

Suddenly it wasn't funny anymore. My flirting and teasing had got me in a place where I had to fish or cut bait. Shit or get off the pot. If I had know what was going to happen I would have jumped off the pot and ran like the devil was after me. Instead of running I said I would be ready.

That night I told my momma I was going away for the weekend with Carlton Mills and she cried. She begged me not to go and I asked her why.

"He's an evil man," she said sobbing. "Pure evil and he'll mess you up , Honey. There is no good in the man at all. He'll only want one thing from you and you'll have to give it to him. Please don't do it. I know where of I speak." 

Like most eighteen year olds I didn't pay any attention to my mother. When Friday came I had a few of my nicer things packed and I was ready. ***

Carlton's little place looked like a mansion to me. Coming from a trailer almost anything would. His house was old, but it was a grand old place. It was built to withstand hurricanes and sat high off the ground on stone pillars. It had a wide porch that went all the way around it. Inside, to me, was simply lavish.

"Me and you'll be sleeping down here," Carlton said once we were inside. It hadn't been discussed and I knew what was expected of me, but it was still a shock to hear it said out loud. "The other's can bunk down wherever they want."

"What other's?" I asked. That was something else that hadn't been discussed. I just assumed it would be me and Carlton there.

"I got some friends comin' in from Mobile for the weekend. Real party people. You're goina like 'em. Come on, Honey and let's skinny-dip in the bay before they show up. I'm dying to see them fine titties you got." I brought a swimsuit, but apparently it wasn't going to be needed.

My breasts started developing early and they just kept growing. By the time I was a freshman in high school I had the biggest breasts in the whole school and even then I grew some more. At eighteen I wore a thirty-eight double D bra. The truth of the matter for most of my formative years my boobs embarrassed me. I tried to hide them as much as possible. It wasn't until after I turned eighteen that I started to let them out. I stopped being embarrassed and started enjoying what God gave me. The boys I dated all seem to get a lot of joy from them.

Carlton grabbed some towels and led me down to the beach. It was only a few yards to the sandy beach. Once we were at the water's edge I took my dress off. While Carlton watched I removed my bra and panties and dropped them on the towel.

"By damn, girl!" he said when I was naked. "You got some fine titties there. You're a natural redhead, too!" His eyes were alternating between my breasts and my downy covered pussy. I thought I would never get pubic hair like the other girls. For all I had I might as well have had none.

I left him gawking and ran into the surf. The water was blood warm. I didn't look at Carlton until he joined me in the water When I did look at him I was shocked. That ol' boy was hung like a donkey! I wasn't a blushing virgin, but the boys I had been with didn't have anything like what old man Mills had swinging between his legs. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I realize why Carlton Mills looked so scrawny. It made him poor just carrying that dick around.

"Like my cock, don't you, little girl?' Carlton said putting his arm around mu bare shoulders and grabbing my tit with his free hand. "That's good because you're going to get plenty of chance to get very well acquainted this week end. Do you know how to give a blow Job?" What kind of question was that to ask me? Of course I knew how. That and hand-jobs kept my hymen intact as long as I wanted it to.

Kneeling in the surf with waves bouncing me around while giving head was new. I discovered that sex on the beach, while seemingly romantic was not. Too much salt and sand. I also discovered something else while being fucked on a small towel. Big dicks are more fun, even with all the sand, than small dicks.

Carlton and I made it back to the house before the guests arrived. I had time to take a shower and attempt to wash the sand out of my pussy. On the way back to the house Carlton told me I would be acting as hostess that night. I was thrilled and honored. Yeah, thrilled before I found out that as hostess I had to fetch the drinks and get more dip and chips and run my ass off while having my tits and ass grouped by a bunch of old farts. The hostess had other duties, but I didn't find out about them until later in the evening.

"Carlton, where on earth did you find this pretty young gal with these big tits?" one man asked him.

"Out in the swamp," Carlton answered with a big laugh. "Young and fresh as the morning. She loves to fuck, don't you Honey?"

While it was true I did like to fuck, I didn't like it that Carlton was telling all those men about it. I had noticed that there were only men. No women came, making me the only woman in the house. A smart girl would have been concerned, but since I've never been accused of being too smart I wasn't worried. Six old men didn't scare me one bit.

After a while the men started playing poker and they played for blood. I watched long enough to determine the white chips were worth a hundred dollars. I made three dollars an hour plus tips waiting tables at the café so that was a lot of money to me. I saw one pot that had to be worth three or four thousand dollars. It was mindboggling to me how they could be so causal with that kind of money.

"Honey, I'll give you this white chip if you'll show me just one tit," one of the men said.

"Shit, Fred, don't be a piker," the one they called Tom said. "Give the young woman a red one and we'll all see both her tits." Five hundred dollars just to see my boobs? That was unbelievable! Fred held out a red chip and I snatched it.

"Them's some fine looking titties, Honey," Fred said after I lifted my shirt and let him see. "Are they real?" What a question! I had heard about women who got their tits made bigger, but not in Home Bayou. I told him they were real.

"Honey sucks a mean cock, too," Carlton said winking at me and causing my face to turn an even darker shade of red. "She polished my knob down in the bay a while ago. I fucked her on the beach and she did pretty good for a kid." Carlton threw his cards down and got up from the table telling me to follow him. He took me to a bedroom on the main floor.

"I got you something to wear," he said handing me a plastic shopping bag. I opened it and saw it was some kind of costume. I asked him what it was. "It's a French maid's outfit," he answered. "I had to guess at your size, but it should fit. Put it on and come back out."

I finally got the tiny little dress on. It was snug on top, but most things are for me. There was some black fishnet hose and a garter belt. I knew about garters from catalogs, but I hadn't ever worn one. The real high heels were a little too big, but I could wear them. After I finally got the things on I looked at myself in the mirror. Part of me thought I looked like a real slut, but the other and larger part thought I looked dammed good. My boobs were barely covered, but that didn't worry me much. They had already seen my tits.

I went back to the room where they were playing cards and when they saw me they whooped and hollered like school boys.

"Damn, that gal has a fine ass on her, too!" Fred said loudly. "You ever been poked in the ass, Honey?" I didn't know exactly what he meant so I told him no. I figured he was talking about being ass fucked and I had, but that wasn't none of his business. I kept my virginity another few months by letting my boyfriend do me in that hole.

"You mean to tell us you ain't ever been fucked up the shitter?" a man by the name of Ross said. I ignored him and went to get them more drinks.

"Honey," Ross said when I returned. "What would it take to be the first to fuck your ass?"

"Two blue chips and a red one," I answered. The blues were worth a thousand and the reds five hundred so I thought that would shut his nasty mouth.

"How much for just some pussy?" another man said.

"Hold on!" Ross snapped at the man. "Me and Honey is workin' on a covenant here. We're negotiating. Now Honey, don't you think that's a little steep. I don't pay twenty-five hundred for ass in Mobile. You got to lower your fee some."

I glanced at Carlton and saw him grinning at me. It suddenly dawned on me that they thought I was a whore! Carlton had apparently told them I was.

"What about a blue chip and one red one?" Ross persisted. "That's fuckin' good money for some ass. Even one as young and nice as yours."

As pissed-off as I was I had to stop and think about it. Fifteen hundred dollars to let some old man pop my ass? How long would I have to wait tables to make that kind of money? I won't lie. That was a tempting offer.

"Hey, you guys settle down," Carlton said. "Why don't we just pool our money? Say everybody tosses in fifteen hundred and we can fuck the gal anywhere we want."

"For how long?" Fred asked. "Are we talking all night? What about tomorrow? What's that going to cost?"

I was mentally figuring it up. Nine thousand dollars just to have sex with them? Six old farts were planning on paying me nine thousand dollars? I wouldn't make that much money all year...or the next year either.

"How about this?" Carlton said. "Pony up for tonight and we'll figure out what she should get tomorrow. What do you say, Honey? Could you use nine grand?" 

You have to remember I was just nineteen and wasn't all that experienced. I didn't have a clue what it would be like to have sex with six men. Once I let two boys fool around with me and they did me one at a time, but that was my only time with more than one man. To be honest, all I could think about was nine thousand dollars and what I could do with that kind of money. I didn't have to think about it for very long. I was seriously considering to agree. They each put the two chips in the center of the table. Six blue chips and six red ones. It didn't look like much, but Carlton exchanged them for real cash money. I had never seen that much money at one time in my whole life. I was sold.

I suppose I thought they would take me into the bedroom one at a time and after humping me a few time they'd grunt and get off. I was wrong. They drew high card to see who was going to be first. Ross, the butt fucker won. I started for the bedroom, but he called me back to him. I went to where he sat and he stripped me down to just the garter, hose and heels. 

The next thing I knew he was kissing me all over. Right there in front of the others. Since my nipples are so sensitive it didn't take long before I was hot. I didn't care that the other men were watching. I was so hot I would have let him fuck me in front of the Home Bayou city hall.

"Ross, take the bitch over to that couch," Carlton said. "You can dip your wick there. Save her ass for later."

Ross pushed me to a long leather couch and put me down on it. He pushed my legs open and rammed his stubby little cock in me. I came right away and that caused the other men to cheer. Ross squirted in me and got off. Fred was next and each of the other's in turn. I don't know how many times I came, but it was a bunch. When the last man took his turn fucking me I foolishly thought it was over with. Boy, was I ever wrong! Them old fuckers had just started! 

It was one at a time for a while. Then they started doubling up on me. I was sucking one while another one fucked me. I'm telling the truth when I say I loved it. They pumped a gallon of cum in me and I never gave it a moment's thought that I wasn't on any kind of birth control and there wasn't a condom in sight.

Sometime around midnight Carlton sent me to clean up and wash the cum off of me. I was covered with their sperm. After a hot shower I came back out and they were all waiting on me. The fucking started all over again. This time was a little different. Ross got my ass like he wanted. He used some kind of grease and it wasn't all that bad. They all wanted some of my butt and they got it. I'm not a huge fan of ass fucking. I mean I can take it or leave it, but six horny old men can do a number on a girl's asshole. 

It was getting to be a bother when they decided to really double up on me. Carlton did my bottom and Fred fucked my pussy. I really got off on that deal. That was the first time I ever fucked two men at the same time, but it for damned sure wasn't the last time.

They finally left me alone, but it was nearly daylight when they all stumbled off to bed. I slept on the cum covered couch. When I woke up the six men were all on the front porch drinking beer. I went to the shower and washed off all their dried cum. I even had it in my hair. I found some coffee in the kitchen, poured myself a cup, and took it outside.

"Here she is," Carlton announced. "How you doin', Honey?"

"Fine," I said. That wasn't the whole truth. My pussy and ass was a little sore. My tits were sore, too. It wasn't anything I couldn't survive. "I couldn't find my money."

"I gathered it up for you and put it in your bag," Carlton said laughing. "We're gentlemen and we'd never cheat a whore out of her just deserts, would we men?" I wasn't too happy about him calling me a whore, but the fact of the matter was, I was a whore and I acknowledged it to myself.

"What'ch goina do with all that money, Honey?" Fred asked me. I hadn't really planned that far ahead. "You want to make some more today?" I nodded my head. I did want some more. I wanted a lot more even if I didn't have a plan for it.

"You're going for a boat ride in a little while," Carlton said. "These old boys have to go back to town, but don't worry your pretty little head. You'll make some good money today. Go get some food in you and get into your bathing suit."

I went in and checked on my money then I found some food and ate. I put on my old one piece swim suit and I knew what the first thing I was going to buy. I wanted a bright red bikini. I found a table cloth and used it as a wrap. Carlton was waiting on the porch by himself when I went out.

"You'll be with Dave and Marcus today, Honey," Carlton said taking my arm and leading me down the path to a pier. There was a big-ass boat alongside the pier with two black men on it. Two large black men.

"Carlton, they're black," I whispered to him. "I ain't going out on no boat with them."

"Hush your mouth, Honey," he said. "We live in an enlighten age now. A nigger's money is just as good an anybody's money. It's a mighty fine ol' day and you just get on that boat and have a good time. You ain't seem Mobile Bay until you see if from a boat. You show these fellows a good time or I'll whip your ass with a car antenna. You hear me, Honey?"

I did hear him and I believed him. The cheerful Carlton Mills had gone and this one was a mean son of a bitch. He scared the crap out of me.

"Here she is, just like I promised," Carlton called when we got close to the boat. The two black men got off and waited for us on the pier. "This is Honey and she's a honey. Got a sweet little cunt and big knockers." Carlton shook their hands and pulled me forward. "Honey, this is Dave," he said pointing to one of them. "This guy is Marcus. Y'all go on out and have a good time. I'll see y'all when you get back."

The man he called Marcus helped me get on the boat and we got underway just after one o'clock that afternoon. It was a beautiful day with clear blue skies with only a few wispy white clouds. The temperature was in the mid eighties.

Carlton was right. You should see Mobile Bay from the water. It was beautiful. I kept the table cloth wrap on for a while until Dave insisted I remove it. Then he suggested I take the swimsuit off. I hesitated but Carlton's warning came to mind. I slipped the suit off. I'm vain enough to appreciate the audible gasp from Marcus and the look of admiration from Dave.

"We don't need a tan," Marcus said laughing, "So how about helping us get some sun blocker on?" The guys stripped down to bare skin and I spread the sun blocker on both of them. Then it was my turn.

"Take the wheel," Marcus told Dave. "Don't run over anything. I'll protect this lovely creature from the sun." Marcus spent a lot of time putting the blocker on me. Dave told him to be sure to put plenty on my breasts.

"Sure don't want those pretty white titties to burn, do we?" Dave said. Apparently Marcus shared Dave's concern because he put a lot of lotion on me, especially my boobs. My nipples sprang to attention and Marcus' fingers kept them hard. I should have felt strange being naked with two men, Two black men, but I wasn't. Until we docked, I didn't have any opportunity to wear anything.

I wasn't scared of blacks because I grew up around black people. I went to school with black kids so I wasn't a total stranger to blacks. I never dated a black boy. I never even considered it because it just wasn't done in Home Bayou. Even if I had wanted to, black boys would go out with white girls because the Ku Klux Klan was alive and well in that part of the rural country.




Honey Smart



They both knew what they wanted and they knew why I was there. So did I. Marcus took me to the front deck, put some cushions down and proceeded to eat me. He apparently was a man who like to eat pussy because he ate me to three orgasms, two of them real big ones. Then he fucked me. Once while I was on top of Marcus, Dave took the boat over some waves churned up by a big naval vessel of some kind. The wave action drove me down hard on Marcus black cock. Marcus liked it and made circling motions with his hand and switched so that he was on top when we went back over the rough water. Wow, what a trip! The wake slammed me up and Marcus down, impaling him even deeper in me.

Being fucked by a black man wasn't any different than being fucked by white guys. Okay, there was some difference. It was better because both Marcus and Dave were huge. Big ol' beautiful black cocks that got hard and stayed hard. I forgot all about my tender pussy pretty damned fast.

After a while Marcus took control of the boat and Dave took control of me. Watching his friend fuck me, had Dave rearing to go. He took me with a force I had never seen before. While Dave drove his beautiful black cock in me, Marcus took the boat into a secluded cove where they both fucked me.

I was so engrossed in what was happening to me I had not realized that another large boat came into our cove and the passengers, two men and two women, were watching the show. I was astride Dave, facing him, his cock in my pussy, and Marcus was fucking my ass from behind. If the other boat hadn't drifted and slightly nudged our boat, I don't know when I would have noticed the watchers.

"Sugar, I want to try that," one of the women said.

"Hey, sweetheart, my wife wants to know if you'll share your studs," one of the guys laughingly yelled across.

"No," I managed to say. "Go find your own cocks. Leave mine alone." That tore Marcus up. Dave just grinned. 

Sometime mid-afternoon they stopped fucking me long enough to unpack lunch. We ate and they went right back at me again. I certainly didn't complain. I was caught up in a sexual frenzy and I loved every minute of it. I asked what time we were going back and they laughed.

"We got your ass for the night," Marcus said. Okay, that suited me just fine. I was having a lot of fun with two hard dicks. That night we slept on deck. It would have been cool, but I had the heat generated by two black hunks to keep me warm. They fucked me almost all night long. We went back in the following morning. There were a couple of other boats tied up at the pier when we got back. Big party boats full of party people. I'm sure the people on the other boats and on the dock knew the minute they saw me that I had been well fucked by the two black men. I didn't care because I didn't know any of them.

"How was your trip?" Carlton asked when we got to the house.

"One fucking great trip," Dave answered. "You were right. Honey is a honey all right. Best pussy I've had in a long time. What will you take for her?"

"She's a rental only," Carlton said laughing. "You ready to do business now?"

While they talked I went to shower and change clothes. I looked in the shoe where I put my money and saw that there was even more money there. Another three thousand dollars! I laughed all the while I showered. I made three thousand dollars for getting the best fuck of my young life. That was fucking great!

*** It was late Sunday night when Carlton dropped me off at my home. That ratty ol' trailer looked even worse after being in that big fine house.

"Well, you don't look any worse for wear," my mother said looking me over. "He did you, didn't he?" I admitted he had. "Did he pay you?" Again I admitted it was true. "Was it worth it?"

"Yes it was, Ma," I answered.

"I guess you know what that makes you," she said looking sad.

"Yeah, I sold what I've been giving away," I snapped. "So I'm a whore. I'm a rich whore. I made twelve thousand dollars in one weekend."

"Best you put some of it back," my mother said. "Hard times are always just around the corner. Did Carlton turn you out for some others to do? Forget that. Of course he did. He always does." Suddenly it hit me. Mother wasn't just guessing. She knew for a fact.

"You?" I asked her. "You've been down to Mobile Bay to his house?" She nodded wearily.

"Yes, and to his place in Mobile," she said. "Back when you were a child your father got hurt at the saw mill and we were hard-up for money. Carlton offered me a way out and I took it. I ain't proud of it, but you do what you have to do to survive. I had a family to feed."

"How long were you with him?"

"Not very long," she answered. "A few months I guess. Carlton gets tired of a woman after a while and goes looking for another one. He'll tire of you pretty soon. That's why I say to put some money back. Who all were there this weekend?" I told her and she smiled a sad little smile.

"I don't know some of them. Fred and Ross I remember. They've been friends with Carlton for a long time. It was Ross who did my ass for the first time. I don't know them niggers you fucked. They must be new. I'm surprised Carlton didn't have you put a show on for his friends. He always liked to have a couple coons do a white woman for them to watch." 

My mother didn't mean anything by calling blacks niggers or coons. That's how she was raised. Down there even the blacks called each other nigger.

"Did you do it with black men?" I asked her.

"Oh yeah," she said. "That's something Carlton demanded. All his women have to fuck niggers. I know if a few women who wouldn't and they suffered real bad for it. Husbands, boyfriends, brothers or somebody in the family lost their jobs. Because I was a good girl and did whatever Carlton wanted you daddy got to keep his job at the mill. He even got paid while he was laid up. Do you remember the Smiths who lived on down a ways? Mary was her name. She got knocked up by some of Carlton's tame niggers. Could have been any one of a dozen she was with."

"What happened to her?" I asked.

"Oh, Carlton took her off somewhere and got her fixed. Then he took her someplace off and gone and put her in a nigger whorehouse for a while. When she came back a year or so later she had aged ten years. They all moved off a short while later. Don't know whatever happened to them. I heard that Carlton got one of her daughters to play with for a while. I don't know it for a fact, but I believe it."

"I remember Mrs. Smith," I said. "I don't remember much about her or any of them."

"What I'm trying to get across to you is, no matter what happens, it ain't going to last long. You'll either become a whore for sure or you'll come back to Home Bayou and live a life of drudgery here. My advice is to save every penny you can and when the time comes you take off for someplace up north and get away from all this."

Then she did something she didn't do very often. She hugged me tight. "Go to see doc Miller tomorrow and get on birth control. Make every man use a condom when you can. Honey, you better start right now and protect yourself as best you can. Sure as hell nobody else will protect you."

"I will Ma," I said trying not to cry.

"When are you and Carlton getting together again?"

"This Friday he's taking me to Mobil," I answered wondering what was in store for me.

Before I left for Mobil that Friday I gave Ma most of the money I earned. I had a feeling I wouldn't be coming back and I was right. I never went back to Home Bayou ever again. Not even for a visit.

Carlton set me up in Mobil and I fucked every man he said to. Carlton was a rich mean man, but to give the devil his due, he was generous. I took my mother's advice and I saved my money. I didn't wait for Carlton to get tired of me. After about six months I packed up and went to Atlanta. I whored there for about a year and went to California. After California I went to several cities. I finally made it to East Saint Louis where I worked in a house that catered to black men. I stayed there for several years. I saved every dime I could.

Since I was still young and still nice looking with a great set of tits I finally left East Saint Louis for the Big Apple. I took my money and started my own escort business. That's what I'm still doing today. I supply good looking white women for wealthy black men. I have a black gentleman who keeps me happy so I don't do much of the actual fucking anymore.

The End

(Author's note: Honey Smart is a tiny part of a larger story called "Highway of Life" Ask me and I'll tell you where to find it. As usual I feel obligated to remind you, dear reader, that this is a yarn of pure fantasy. It's okay to read and to fantasize about unprotected sex with multiple partners, just don't be foolish and try it in real life.)



'Honey' 'Sweetheart' & 'Sugar'



*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. 

*

"Oh. My. God; if I have to act like one more brat is just so cute, I'm going to puke," Jenna Bancroft whispered in her husband's ear while smiling.

Dan chuckled, then squatted down to congratulate a little girl on being 'the best little fairy he'd ever seen' then shook hands with the little girl's father, one of his employees.

"Come on, Jenna; you didn't think that was a cute little play?" Dan asked as they left the church building.

"Damn it; Tommy's will be closed by the time we get there," Jenna said, looking at her watch.

"What about there?" Dan asked, pointing across the street to a hamburger restaurant.

"Sure," Jenna shrugged; flinging her long red hair out of her eyes, a movement that caused her breasts to jiggle.

Dan smiled; when Jenna did that, a man who had been ogling Jenna's large breasts actually walked into a parked car. The man's wife was not amused, but because they were escorting 'the evil step-mother,' she couldn't slap her husband.

Valencia Waggamon looked up from her cell phone when an attractive man and very attractive younger woman walked in. She wasn't very good at identifying designer labels but the pretty eighteen year old girl could tell that the man's suit was an expensive one; it looked like it had been tailored just for him. The woman's dress also looked like it had been sewn onto her, and if the necklace she was wearing was real gold, it came with a hefty price tag.

"Hi, y'all sit anywhere," Valencia cheerfully said and put her cell phone under the counter.

"Y'all ever been here before?" Valencia asked, putting two laminated sheets in front of them.

"No, just noticed it when we left the church," Dan said, nodding with his head at the church across the street.

"Oh, okay, well, it's called 'Chuck' because our burgers are made with one hundred percent real ground chuck..." Valencia launched into the restaurant's spiel.

"She's gorgeous," Jenna whispered to Dan when the slender African-American girl sauntered off to fetch their drinks.

"She really is," Dan agreed, looking at the girl.

Valencia stood at five feet and four inches, weighing one hundred and four pounds. She had slim hips, tiny waist, and perky 32 B breasts. Her rear end did jut out a little; she called it a 'ghetto booty.'

Her straight black hair reached to just below her shoulders and she had added playful blonde streaks to it. Her skin was clear, a very light brown in tone.

Her brown eyes were large; her last boyfriend had called them 'cow eyes' and her nose was a small snub nose. Her lips were full and her teeth were straight and white.

"So y'all decided?" Valencia asked as she put the two mugs of draft beer on the table.

(She wasn't old enough to be serving the alcoholic beverages; if an employee of St. Elizabeth Parish had witnessed such a flagrant violation of St. Elizabeth ordinance, Chuck would have been shut down immediately. In St. Elizabeth Parish, it was illegal for anyone under twenty one years of age to serve alcoholic beverages.)

"I'm going to have the Veggie Burger; please add jalapenos. Oh, and Swiss cheese, please," Jenna decided.

"Quarter pound, half..." Valencia asked.

"Oh, quarter pound, please, the sweet potato fries; where's your little girls' room?" Jenna asked.

Jenna gave her husband a quick peck on the lips and strolled to the restroom.

"Tropical Chuck, half pound, medium well, no pickle or onion please, um, and the home fries, please," Dan smiled, handing Valencia their laminated menus.

Jenna exited the restroom just as Valencia breezed past to tell the cook of the order. She nodded to her husband and Dan relaxed slightly.

On more than one occasion, Jenna had made them leave a restaurant based on her opinion of the restroom. Obviously, she'd been pleased with this one.

Also, both Dan and Jenna appreciated the fact that the waitress was the waitress, and the cashier was the cashier. Few things are handled more than money; therefore, fewer things are filthier than money.

And here we are; Tropical, no onions, no pickles," Valencia said, putting the heavy platter down.

"Thank you Sweetheart," Jenna smiled.

"Welcome, Honey," Dan said.

"Thank you?" Valencia questioned, putting the veggie burger down in front of Jenna.

"He loves onions, but whew! That breath," Jenna smiled

"Oh!" Valencia said, nodded in approval.

"Oh, but let me tell you; she goes out of town? I'm putting onions on everything," Dan smiled. "Even my Lucky Charms."

"You do not; don't tell this poor girl such foolishness," Jenna smiled, squeezing his knee.

Valencia watched as the couple ate. The attractive couple shared food from each other's plates, nodding in satisfaction as they did.

"So how was it?" she asked, putting the check on the table.

"Next time, I'm getting that, what was that?" Jenna asked, pointing to Dan's plate.

"Tropical. And if I'm not in a suit and tie, I'm getting that Texas one," Dan agreed.

"Ooh, that is a good one," Valencia agreed. "But you're right; it can get kind of messy."

"So what time do you close?" Jenna asked.

"Ten minutes ago," Valencia shrugged.

"Oh, dear, why didn't you say something? Come on Sweetheart, pay the girl so she can go home," Jenna ordered.

"Yes Honey," Dan said, pulling out a twenty and a five.

Oh, there's no rush, really," Valencia said.

"So, how are you getting home?" Jenna asked as a few raindrops struck the window.

"Walking, but it's not that far," Valencia said as a few more drops hit the window.

"Nonsense; we'll drive you. Sweetheart, go get the car," Jenna said.

"Pay the girl, get the car, boy it just never stops with you, does it?" Dan smiled and kissed his wife before walking to the door.

"Go ahead; I got it," the woman behind the cash register assured the slightly befuddled girl.

"Thank you," Valencia told her manager.

"Sit up front, Sugar, so you can point out where to go," Jenna decided when the Mercedes-Benz stopped close to the door.

"Oh, thank you, Sweetheart!" Jenna said when Dan came to the door, umbrella in hand. "Sugar, you wait there, okay?"

"Anything for you; I did promise that," Dan said and escorted his wife to the idling car.

"Wow," Valencia said, impressed when Dan returned to the door for her, umbrella held out.

"So, where to?" Dan asked and Valencia told him the address.

"Oh, right by Jumpers?" Jenna said from the back seat. "Valencia! That is not just down the street! That's almost two miles away! And you were going to walk that?"

"I do it all the time," Valencia defended as the sky opened up and rain pounded the car.

"Not in this," Jenna said.

"No, not in this," Valencia had to agree.

"Can I?" Jenna asked and lightly touched Valencia's hair. "Very nice; who does your hair?"

"Jenna used to be a hair dresser; that's how I met her," Dan smiled.

"I do it myself," Valencia admitted.

"Well, you do a wonderful job," Jenna said and combed a few fingers through Valencia's hair.

"Thank you," Valencia said.

"So do you have to go straight home or..." Jenna asked.

"Honey, it's a school night," Dan reminded his wife.

"Uh, no, no, I don't got to go straight home," Valencia said. "I'm not in school anymore; graduated last year."

"Would you like to come over? Have a few drinks? We can talk, get to know each other," Jenna asked.

"Uh yeah, sure," Valencia shrugged.

"Home, Sweetheart," Jenna ordered.

"Do this, do that, I swear, you hear how that woman talks to me?" Dan playfully complained and Valencia giggled.

They chatted pleasantly as Dan drove through the rain-soaked streets. Valencia sent her mother a text, letting her know she wasn't coming straight home and really wasn't sure when she'd be home.

Her mother's response was a simple 'K' and Valencia dropped her phone into her purse.

"Where are we?" Valencia finally asked.

"House sits on the first tee of the Flowers Country Club," Jenna said.

"Where?" Valencia asked, unsure of what that meant.

Her eyes opened wide when she saw the three story home. Her already large eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw the three other automobiles in the garage.

"Thank God we didn't take the Maserati," Jenna smiled as Dan parked the car. "He wanted to, but I told him it was supposed to rain."

"The what?" Valencia asked.

"The red car; it only has two seats," Dan smiled as he got out.

"Let him," Jenna ordered when Valencia moved to open her door.

Dan opened Jenna's door first and helped his wife from the car. Then he opened Valencia's door.

The girl's eyes continued to goggle as she entered the home. Everything gleamed, even in the subdued lighting.

"Come on into the sitting room; what do you want to drink?" Jenna asked, pulling the girl by her hand.

"I uh, I don't know," Valencia admitted.

"Sweetheart, why don't you fix us girls a drink?" Jenna ordered as she pulled Valencia to a leather couch.

"Do this, do that, I swear woman, it just never stops with you, does it?" Dan said as he shrugged out of his suit jacket.

"Oh, don't we all just feel so sorry for poor, mistreated Daniel Joseph Bancroft?" Jenna asked Valencia, placing her hand on Valencia's blue jean clad thigh.

Dan quickly poured alcohol and fruit juices into a blender, dumped in some ice, then beat the contents to a froth.

"Thank you, Sweetheart," Jenna said, removing her hand from Valencia's thigh to accept the goblet Dan held out for her.

"Thank you," Valencia said as Dann held out a second goblet to her.

"You're quite welcome," Dan smiled and unknotted his tie.

"Do you mind if I smoke?" Jenna asked.

"Um, no, um, it's your house," Valencia said and took a sip of the beverage.

She wasn't sure what was in the goblet, but it was cold and sweet, yet slightly burned her throat as it went down. She took another sip and smiled at Dan as he sat down across from them, holding a glass of amber liquid.

"Yes, but some people just don't like the smell of marijuana; Dan used to hate it but he's gotten used to it by now," Jenna said, reaching into a drawer built into the coffee table.

She pulled out an ashtray, marijuana joint, and lighter.

"Um, marijuana?" Valencia asked, taking another sip of the delicious drink.

"Yes, you smoke?" Jenna asked.

"Yeah," Valencia agreed enthusiastically.

"We'll share," Jenna smiled, sticking her tongue out at her husband.

Valencia drained her drink and Dan immediately got to his feet and took the goblet.

"So, um, how long y'all been married?" Valencia asked, and then took the offered joint.

"How long, Sweetheart?" Jenna asked, holding the smoke in her lungs.

"Seven glorious, wonderful months," Dan smiled, handing Valencia her full goblet.

"Thank you," Valencia said hoarsely, holding the acrid smoke in her lungs as long as she possibly could.

"Welcome," Dan smiled and refilled Jenna's glass as Jenna let out a thin wisp of marijuana smoke.

"Thank you, Sweetheart," Jenna smiled and took a sip of the frothy drink.

"So how do you get your hair so soft?" Jenna asked, again touching Valencia's hair, then combing her fingers through the strands. "I mean, when I did hair, I did some African-American women's hair, but... Oh, you are African-American, aren't you?"

"No, well, yeah, I mean, my momma's African-American, but my Daddy is white," Valencia admitted. "Oh, and my momma's momma was white too; in fact she was a red head like you."

She took another massive hit on the joint and handed it back to Jenna. Jenna likewise took a large hit on the joint, and then regarded the nub that was threatening to burn her fingers. She shrugged and dropped the remnant into the ashtray. She continued to comb through Valencia's hair.

"Want to smoke another one?" Jenna asked, now lightly raking her fingernails along Valencia's scalp.

"No; you can if you want, but I'm pretty fucked up," Valencia murmured, reveling in the feelings Jenna's fingernails were giving her. "God, that feels great."

"Oh, is she scratching the back of your head?" Dan asked. "Yeah, I love when she does that."

"Know what? It feels great to me too," Jenna suggested.

Valencia sluggishly reached up and combed her stubby fingers through Jenna's long red hair, then lightly scratched the back of Jenna's scalp.

"Mmm," Jenna sighed and drained her drink.

She leaned closer to Valencia then reached around and began to scratch Valencia's head with both hands. She then worked the fingers to the sides of Valencia's head.

Valencia sighed and also reached her other hand up to also caress Jenna's scalp.

Then Jenna used her right hand to lightly stroke Valencia's face, while her left hand resumed the light scratching of Valencia's scalp. Valencia shivered; delicious feelings were running up and down her spine.

She vaguely felt the couch sag on her left side, then felt Dan's fingers join his wife's fingers in lightly scratching the back of her head. Through hazy eyes, she watched Dan and Jenna kiss softly, then with increasing passion, never ceasing their light touches to her scalp and her face.

Then Jenna leaned and softly kissed Valencia's lips. When she pulled away, Dan leaned and softly kissed Valencia's lips.

Jenna's right hand was now softly running along Valencia's neck and shoulders, and then dipped down as Dan's left hand softly stroked Valencia's face, fingertips outlining her heavy eyes, small nose.

Valencia felt the first, then second button of her blouse were opened.

Jenna again kissed her husband passionately, and then kissed Valencia's lips again. She softly, lightly licked Valencia's lips. Valencia opened her mouth and Jenna softly sucked Valencia's tongue into her mouth.

Valencia returned Jenna's kiss, then tried to follow Jenna when Jenna pulled her soft lips away.

Dan leaned in and kissed Valencia and Valencia thrust her tongue into his mouth as two more buttons of her blouse were opened.

"Oh!" she sighed as someone's hand lightly caressed her bare belly and the last blouse button was undone.

Dan and Jenna kissed hotly while two pair of hands helped Valencia out of her blouse and white lace bra.

"We're going to make love to you; is that all right?" Jenna whispered into Valencia's ear and the girl nodded her head in approval while Jenna's hand softly caressed and stroked Valencia's right breast.

"Wonderful," Dan murmured and took Valencia's left nipple into his hot mouth, then tried to force Valencia's small breast into his mouth.

"Shit!" Valencia groaned, close to orgasm just from their light touches and kisses.

"God, Sugar, Your skin is just so beautiful," Jenna murmured and again kissed Valencia while Dan lightly kneaded and teased Valencia's breasts.

When Jenna pulled her mouth away from Valencia's lips, Dan leaned over and kissed Valencia. Jenna then licked and sucked Valencia's right breast while her hand toyed with Valencia's left breast.

"I know, they're kind of small," Valencia apologized when Dan released her mouth.

"Shush; they're perfect," Jenna ordered and sucked and licked Valencia's left breast while her hands softly stroked the right breast.

She and Dan kissed and Dan eased the zipper of Jenna's dress down. With a simple shimmy, Jenna freed her large breasts. Her dark red areole was silver dollar in size and her nipples were hard, fat nubs. Valencia reached out with unsteady hands and hefted the two magnificent orbs.

Jenna again kissed Valencia hotly as they played with each other's breasts. Valencia felt hands fumble slightly with the snap of her blue jeans, and then her jeans were unzipped.

"Is this okay?" Jenna asked, cradling Valencia's face in her hands, searching Valencia's large eyes.

Valencia looked into Jenna's soft brown eyes and smiled happily, then bent and took one of Jenna's fat nipples into her mouth.

Jenna groaned as her husband bent and took the other nipple into his mouth. Dan eased Valencia's bright red canvas sneakers off her feet, then wiggled Valencia's blue jeans down and off her legs, leaving the girl in just her small bikini panties.

Valencia groaned in orgasm when she felt Jenna's manicured fingers cup her crotch and rub her pussy through the plain cotton material. Then Jenna wiggled Valencia until the girl was lying flat on the couch, small head on the arm of the leather couch.

She raised her hips to help Jenna remove her soaked panties then she cried out in a second orgasm as Jenna's mouth covered her thicket of pubic hair and Jenna's tongue grazed her sensitive clitoris.

"Umph! Oh Sweetheart!" Jenna cried out and Valencia saw a nude Dan kneeling behind the kneeling Jenna.

"Ugh, oh, God, oh, I love your cock up my ass," Jenna cried out in orgasm, then again bent to lick and suck at Valencia's sopping pussy.

Jenna's large breasts rubbed back and forth on Valencia's thighs as Dan thrust in and out of his wife's tight anal sheath. Jenna never broke contact with Valencia's pussy though, and she used her thumbs to pull the lips apart. Her tongue jabbed in and out, fucking Valencia's pussy.

"Mph!" Jenna groaned in another orgasm, and then lightly bit down on Valencia's throbbing clitoris.

"Ah!" Valencia cried out again in orgasm.

"Shit, shit, aw damn," Dan groaned and shuddered as he spurted heavily into his wife's bowels.

"Ooh!" Jenna almost sobbed as she felt Dan's white hot semen flood her anal passage.

Dan weakly pulled out of his wife's ass, wobbled unsteadily, then walked away.

Jenna crawled forward slightly and nuzzled Valencia's small breasts, then kissed the girl softly, passionately.

"And here we are, Honey," Dan murmured and sponged his wife's anus with a warm washcloth.

"Thank you, Sweetheart," Jenna murmured and again kissed Valencia.

Welcome, Honey, anything for you," Dan smiled and again walked away.

"Is it all right if my husband makes love to you?" Jenna softly whispered to the still gasping, shivering girl.

"Uh huh," Valencia nodded her head.

"And would you lick my pussy for me? It's all right if you say 'no,' some girls don't..." Jenna pressed on.

"I want to lick your pussy," Valencia admitted.

"Sweetheart, she says you can make love to her," Jenna said when Dan returned.

"Why don't we take this to the bedroom?" Dan suggested.

Stopping often to kiss either Jenna or Dan as they walked up the broad, open staircase, Valencia was finally led to a second story bedroom that was easily the size of the entire apartment she and her mother and her two brothers and two sisters shared.

A floating bed hung suspended from a twelve foot ceiling, three of the walls were mirrored and modern looking chrome furniture lined the walls. The room was softly lighted by recessed lighting, giving even the cold, metallic décor an odd warmth.

Jenna pulled the girl onto the bed and lay down next to her as the bed slowly, gently swayed and glided.

The two women kissed as Dan climbed onto the bed and Valencia moaned into Jenna's mouth when she felt Dan's mouth cover her black curls.

"Doesn't she taste wonderful, Sweetheart?" Jenna asked and kissed Valencia again.

"Mm-hmm," Dan agreed, sucking lightly on Valencia's pussy.

"Mph!" Valencia cried out into Jenna's mouth as another orgasm racked her slender body.

Jenna grabbed onto two of the highly polished stainless steel chains that suspended the bed and squatted her pussy directly over Valencia's mouth. Valencia looked at the heavy blanket of red curls that obscured Jenna's pussy, and then used her thumbs to find, and then pull Jenna's lips apart.

"Oh, Sugar, you do that so delicious," Jenna sighed as Valencia's tongue lapped up and down Jenna's dark pink pussy lips.

"Mph!" Valencia cried out as she felt a large cockhead press against the mouth of her pussy.




'Honey' 'Sweetheart' & 'Sugar'



She wasn't a virgin; she'd fucked three of the boys in her apartment complex, and one old man who bought them wine. But she certainly had not been this excited, this worked up, this anxious to have a cock enter her.

And, she and a neighbor girl had kissed, had played with each other's breasts. But when the girl suggested that her brother be allowed to join them, Valencia put a stop to it.

"Oh!" Jenna cried out in orgasm as Valencia sucked on her fat clitoris, like it was a tiny cock.

"Mmph!" Valencia actually felt tears in her eyes as Dan's cock slowly filled her up.

She used her small hands to cup and squeeze Janna's slightly pudgy buttocks, and then she dipped her head and tried to worm her tongue up Jenna's slimy rectum.

"Oh, Sugar, oh you are a nasty little girl," Jenna shivered and pried her buttocks apart for Valencia's tongue.

Valencia tasted remnants of Dan's semen and tried to worm her tongue in further, to get more.

Jenna shook when Dan reached around and groped her heavy breasts, then pinched her hard nipples. Jenna twisted her head around and the two kissed hotly.

Valencia then began to tongue Jenna's pussy lips and clitoris wildly as her own orgasm began to build in her guts.

"Mmph! Oh God, oh shit, fuck me!" she screamed as a powerful orgasm racked her slender frame.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!" she grunted as the orgasm seemed to continually spill over.

Then she felt Dan's cock swell slightly, and then warm semen flooded into her pussy.

"Ugh! Aw, oh shit, aw yeah!" Dan bellowed as he pumped stream after stream of semen into Valencia's pussy.

"Did you?" Jenna asked her husband.

"Uh huh," he weakly agreed.

"Oh, I have to taste the two of you together," Jenna said and swung her leg over, pulling her pussy away from Valencia's face.

She bent and took Dan's shrinking cock into her mouth and sucked both Valencia's and Dan's essences off the cock.

Then she bent her head and began to suck the dribbles of semen from Valencia's puffy, raw-looking pussy.

Valencia reached up and pulled Jenna's legs and Jenna swung her left leg over and straddled Valencia in a 'sixty nine' position.

Valencia grunted through another orgasm and sucked Jenna to another orgasm.

"Here," Dan said gently, handing both panting women glasses of iced water.

"Chocolate, please," Jenna ordered after taking a few sips of the cold liquid.

"Haven't you had enough?" Valencia grinned and the red head giggled lightly.

"Coming right up, Honey," Dan smiled.

"Sugar, you're not chocolate," Jenna cooed. "You are Brown Sugar."

He returned with a plate and Jenna lay next to Valencia. She took the offered plate, selected a chocolate morsel and gently fed it to Valencia. She then kissed the girl while she chewed the soft chocolate. Jenna then ate one and again sipped her water.

She alternated between feeding Valencia and herself until the ten pieces were gone. Then the two women kissed, tasting the chocolate on each other's tongues.

Dan pulled a thick, fluffy blanket over them, and then fumbled with a switch that was mounted on one of the chains. The lights dimmed considerably and Valencia closed her eyes.

Valencia came to, the need to urinate overwhelming. On her left side, she could see, in the very dim light a sleeping Dan. On her right, a sleeping Jenna lay. Softly, Valencia nudged Jenna until the woman opened her soft brown eyes and smiled.

"I got to pee," Valencia whispered hoarsely.

"Okay, Sugar, come on," Jenna said and gently wiggled out of the bed.

Valencia admired the woman's porcelain white ass as she led the way to a mirrored corner, and pushed. A mirrored section slid aside and Valencia could see a gleaming white room on the other side of the mirror.

Oh. My. God," she said, seeing that the walls, floor, and ceiling were all the same color white, but the tub, commode, and free standing sink were all fire engine red. Even the walls and floor of the shower stall were tiled in the same vibrant red color.

"My Sweetheart says red is his favorite color," Jenna said proudly, raking her bright red fingernails through her thicket of red pubic hair.

Valencia ceased her open mouthed inspection of the room and flopped down on the commode and urinated noisily.

"What time is it?" she asked as she dabbed her pussy dry.

"Little after one when I looked," Jenna smiled and availed herself of the commode.

The two returned to the bedroom and Jenna held Valencia back when the girl tried to get into bed.

"Let me get in first; I want to be next to my Sweetheart when he wakes up," Jenna pleaded.

"Aw!" Valencia agreed.

The next time she woke up, it was because the bed was shaking slightly and there were soft moans. She looked over to see Jenna lying underneath Dan. Dan's cock split Jenna's pussy lips apart and he slowly, but forcefully pushed in and out of her.

"Oh, shit Sweetheart, oh you are the best," Jenna enthused.

You inspire me, Honey," Dan whispered and began to speed up his thrusts.

Jenna pulled a small throw pillow and covered her mouth, obviously unaware that Valencia was already awake. She screamed her orgasm into the pillow and screamed again when Dan stiffened and fought hard to stifle his own groans of ecstasy.

Then Dan climbed out of the bed, wobbled slightly, and then went to the mirrored corner.

Valencia wiggled over to the still panting, groaning Jenna, kissed her softly, and then bent to put her mouth over Jenna's puffy, raw pussy lips. Jenna squealed as Valencia sucked and licked, trying to get Dan's semen out of the slimy pussy.

"Oh, well, Honey, I see someone's beat me to getting you all cleaned up," Dan said putting the warm washcloth on the edge of the circular bed.

"And better than some old nasty rag, Jenna agreed, combing Valencia's black hair with her fingers.

"Okay, need to jump into the shower," Dan said, kissed his wife and returned to the gleaming bathroom.

Valencia sucked Jenna's pussy to orgasm, then slithered up and cuddled with the gasping woman.

"Oh, damn; Sugar, what time are you supposed to get home?" Jenna suddenly wondered.

"When I get there," Valencia shrugged.

"You work today?" Jenna asked, pulling the girl close.

"Huh? It's... Mmm, no, no, not until Friday," Valencia said.

"Want to run around with me?" Jenna pleaded.

"Sure," Valencia agreed.

She dozed lightly, warm and comfortable in Jenna's embrace.

"Okay, you two have fun; somebody's got to go off to work," Valencia heard Dan's deep masculine voice.

"Oh, don't we all just feel so sorry for poor pitiful Daniel Joseph Bancroft?" Jenna teased and the two kissed again.

"Love you, Sweetheart," Jenna called out.

"Yeah, love you," Valencia echoed.

Valencia and Jenna were the same height, when Jenna wasn't wearing her customary four inch heels, so one of Jenna's big fluffy robes fit Valencia just fine. But, unlike Jenna's robe, which fought hard to contain Jenna's breasts, Valencia's robe nearly doubled over itself.

Valencia's clothing, neatly folded, sat on a low chest next to the garage door but Jenna pulled Valencia past the clothing and into the breakfast nook.

"Ma'am," an older Latin woman greeted Jenna and nodded to Valencia.

"Good morning, Maria," Jenna greeted the woman pleasantly.

Maria served the two a platter of cut up fresh fruit and asked Valencia how she would like her eggs prepared.

"Scrambled, I guess," Valencia said.

After their meal, Valencia grabbed her clothing and followed Jenna back up the stairs.

Jenna pushed on a section of mirrors on the opposite wall from the bathroom. The mirrors slid apart and revealed a large walk-in closet. The closet was neatly bisected into 'His' and 'Hers' although, 'Hers' was just a little more full.

"Dan doesn't like me in jeans or slacks; he'll tolerate shorts but only if they show off my ass," Jenna admitted as she found a dress to slip on. "So I have a pair of Daisy Dukes but today's just not a 'Daisy Duke' kind of day, is it?"

She slithered into it, then rolled on a pair of thigh high stockings and slipped into a pair of pumps.

"You uh, you don't want to put on a bra or..." Valencia asked.

"Dan wants easy access to all of me," Jenna smiled as she found some jewelry to put on.

She smiled and gave Valencia a quick little kiss.

"And if it makes My Sweetheart happy? Then I want to do it. He denies me nothing; if I want it, all I have to do is ask and it's mine. No panties? No bra? Pretty small price to pay, isn't it?" she asked, grabbed her purse and pulled Valencia to the door.

"So what does Dan do?" Valencia asked as Jenna grabbed the keys for the Ferrari.

"C.E.O. of Babbage's Department Store. Actually, when Helena Babbage died last year, he became the owner," Jenna said easily.

"You're kidding!" Valencia gasped.

"He's her last living relative; he had a baby sister but she died almost thirty years ago," Jenna continued as she backed out of the long driveway.

"Thirty, how old is Dan?" Valencia asked.

"Forty two," Jenna said and sped away from the house.

"Forty.... And how old are you?" Valencia asked mouth agape.

"Twenty one," Jenna said.

"You're... And he's..." Valencia stammered.

"And how old are you?" Jenna asked as she pushed a button on the steering wheel. "Guess we should have asked that last night, huh?" 

"Me? I'm eighteen," Valencia admitted.

"Hi Honey, what's up?" Dan's voice cut through the car's stereo system.

"Hi Sweetheart, you busy?" Jenna called out.

"Honey, you don't have to yell," Dan chuckled. "And, no, I'm never too busy to talk with my Honey."

"How about your Sugar?" Jenna asked, patting Valencia's leg.

"Or my Sugar," Dan agreed.

"Anyway, Sweetheart, it all right if I take Valencia to the store, do a little shopping?" Jenna asked.

"Honey, you don't have to ask," Dan said. "Of course it's all right."

"Yes, Sweetheart, I do have to ask," Jenna's voice took a hard edge. "Remember? I'm not Beatrice."

"No, you are not," Dan amiably agreed. "Tell you what, Jenna who is nothing like Beatrice, um, you have a limit of twenty, all right? And not a penny more, you hear?"

"Thanks, Sweetheart," Jenna called out and pressed a button on the steering wheel.

"Who's Beatrice?" Valencia asked.

"His ex-wife," Jenna smiled as she pulled into the parking lot of the exclusive department store. "She had a few boyfriends and bought them a bunch of gifts with Dan's money."

Jenna laughed.

"Had I known what she was doing to My Sweetheart, I would have 'accidentally' stripped her bald when she came into the salon to have her fake blonde hair done. And boy was she pissed when Judge Johnson ordered her to repay Dan for all those gifts," Jenna confided.

Valencia followed Jenna, and again found her eyes drawn to the woman's luscious rear end in the snug dress.

"Okay, I guess I probably should have asked you first; anything you need?" Jenna asked as they entered the women's' section of the store.

"Dan don't like jeans or slacks..." Valencia mused aloud, looking around at the dresses.

"Oh, and with your skin tone..." Jenna said, marching to a bright red dress. "What size are you?"

In the dressing room, Valencia slithered into the dress and had to agree, with her skin tone, the dress looked both sexy and elegant and a little sassy.

"And..." Jenna said from the other side of the door. "Try that on with these."

Jenna handed Valencia a pair of black patent leather pumps.

"Okay, that, and how them shoes feel? Remember, you'll be wearing stockings with them."

"Not pantyhose?" Valencia asked and Jenna frowned and shook her head.

"They fit fine," Valencia said, looked at her reflection and had to agree; the outfit looked great.

"God, sometimes I wish I was black," Jenna said when Valencia stepped out of the dressing room in a leopard print dress that stopped three inches away from her knees.

"You're too beautiful even be saying silly stuff like that," Valencia said and had to admit, the dress was perfect for her.

"She's wearing these," Jenna told their salesgirl, taking the red dress, thigh high black stockings and black pumps out of the small stack.

She also had helped Valencia select two pairs of khakis and two lacy tops, as well as a very comfortable pair of sneakers for working at Chuck.

"These dresses are for when you go out with us, Jenna said happily.

She grabbed Valencia's hand.

"You are going out with us again, right?" she asked

"Absolutely," Valencia agreed, shimmied out of her panties and bra and stuffed them into her purse, then rolled up the smoky stockings.

The lingerie department manager showed Jenna a bright red corset that acted as a shelf for her large breasts and had four straps to hold stockings up.

The girl did not have a red one in Valencia's size, but did have a virginal white one. She promised to order a bright red one and Jenna signed the slip for the purchases.

Jenna also picked out a fragrance for Valencia and Valencia blinked at the one hundred and eighty dollar price tag, but Jenna just signed for it and they continued.

Behind a row of mirrors, Jenna found a touch pad and quickly entered a code. Immediately, the mirrors slid apart and Jenna pulled Valencia into the elevator.

"Hi, Brandon; that horrible boss of yours around?" Jenna asked as she stepped out of the elevator onto the fourth floor of the building, Valencia following behind her.

"Oh, that ogre?" Brandon lisped. "Honestly, I just don't know how you put up with him. Oh, and who is this divine creature? Oh my God, those eyes, oh, and the hair? Darling I could just eat you up!"

"Brandon, this is our new friend Valencia; she works at Chuck. We're just going to pop in and tell that mean nasty boss of yours he needs to be nicer to you," Jenna smiled.

"As if that would do any good," Brandon giggled.

"Hey," Dan smiled when the two women came in. "Kept it under twenty?"

"Afraid so," Jenna smiled and gave him a passionate kiss. "I know you were looking forward to spanking me, but..."

"She's lying," Valencia said. "It came up to almost two thousand. Oh! Wait, I didn't see how much the shoes were!"

"Oh, Sugar," Dan laughed and gave Valencia a passionate kiss. "When I said 'twenty,' I meant twenty thousand."

"How much?" Valencia gasped.

Dan brushed the hair back from Valencia's ears and looked at her small pierced lobes.

"Honey, why don't you stop by the jewelry counter on your way out," he suggested. "Maybe you can get over the twenty thousand mark, huh?"

"Oh, I love you so much, Sweetheart," Jenna enthused. "Come on, Sugar!"

"But, I don't..." Valencia protested.

"No such luck, Brandon," Jenna said, punching the button for the elevator. "He says you're just going to have to endure his hostility."

"Oh well, at least the pay's good," Brandon mock-sighed.

"Dan gets hostile?" Valencia asked as the doors slid shut.

"Not that I've ever seen," Jenna admitted. "God, that stuff really does smell so good on you."

"Now, Jenna, Honey, I really don't want you spending twenty thousand on me," Valencia protested as the elevator doors again slid open on the first floor of the store. "Good God, we just met!"

"Just a simple pair of earrings?" Jenna begged and Valencia reluctantly agreed.

Valencia was unable to stop Jenna from also adding a thick serpentine chain with small gold cross pendant that sported a half-carat diamond in the center.

"But, Sugar, it matches the earrings perfectly," Jenna happily enthused. "Now, you hungry?"

Valencia had expected Jenna to drive them to any of the exclusive restaurants in either Bender or DeGarde, but instead, Jenna drove them to Tommy's Po-Boys.

"Now, need to get home or..." Jenna asked.

"No, not really," Valencia shrugged. "I mean, my momma's at work, Aurora, Austin, and Kenya's all in school, so it's probably just Trenton at home."

"Those your brothers and sisters?" Jenna asked.

"Aurora and Kenya's my sisters; Aurora's nine, Kenya's sixteen, no wait, she's seventeen. Austin's fifteen; thinks he's a street rapper and Trenton's twenty and works at Backyard BBQ; he's a dishwasher," Valencia gave the run down on her family.

"And where's your mother work?" Jenna asked as she pulled into the garage again.

"DeGarde Public Library; she's the head librarian there," Valencia said with pride. "That's why I'm saving up every penny I can so I can go to U.L.D. next year."

Maria gave a curt greeting to the two women as Jenna carried some of Valencia's purchases into the house.

Valencia held the rest of her bags and followed Jenna's luscious ass up the stairs and into a smaller room.

Jenna hung up the dresses and tops and slacks, then put the white corset into a drawer of an antique white chest of drawers.

"This is your room, okay?" Jenna said and pulled Valencia across the hall to the large bedroom.

"Of course, whenever you're here, you'll be staying in here with us," she admitted as she again stepped into her closet.

"I need a workout after such a big lunch," Jenna explained.

Jenna took her pumps off, found a pair of sneakers, and put them on. Her dress was placed into a bag, and nude except for shoes and jewelry, Jenna walked back out of the room and into a third room.

Valencia ran back to the second room, found her own sneakers, still in their box, stripped off her clothes and joined Jenna for a work out.

"Oh good God, I never realized how distracting that can be," Jenna said as she watched Valencia's buttocks flex and relax as the girl ran on the treadmill.

"What's that?" Valencia asked, looking over her shoulder as Jenna strained on the rowing machine.

"I'm just looking at your cute ass and it's so distracting," Jenna smiled. "I've lost count twice already."

"You mean my big old ghetto booty?" Valencia smiled and bumped the speed up a notch.

"It is not big; it's beautiful," Jenna corrected.

After an hour, Jenna pulled Valencia into a sauna and the two kissed in the steamy heat.

"And after this, I don't know about you, but I need a shower and a nap," Jenna smiled.

Mopping her forehead, Valencia agreed.

A beep sounded and Jenna pressed a button.

"Hi Sweetheart, what's up?" Jenna asked.

"Just wanted to remind you, I've got that board meeting at the country club tonight; probably won't be home until ten, eleven o'clock," Dan's voice cut in.

"What about supper?" Jenna asked.

"Don't know, Honey, I'll probably just grab..." Dan said.

"No sir," Jenna smiled. "I know you; you'll grab something loaded down with onions. We'll pick something up and bring it to you. Six works for you?"

"Oh, Valencia's still running around with you?" Dan asked.

"Yes, Sugar's right here," Jenna said, patting Valencia's leg, very close to the girl's sweaty crotch.

"Great; six works perfect," Dan agreed.

Jenna pulled a gasping, groaning Valencia from the stifling heat and into the chilled air of the large bedroom.

They entered the bathroom and Jenna and Valencia stepped into the shower stall.

At four o'clock, Jenna woke Valencia with a series of small kisses all over the girl's face, neck and shoulders, then slowly, languidly licked and sucked on Valencia's breasts until Valencia was writhing and groaning. Then, Jenna held Valencia's hands firmly against her sides while she licked and sucked on Valencia's pussy lips and clitoris. But each time Valencia was about to orgasm, Jenna would stop and just softly nibble on Valencia's fingers.

"Come on; get dressed," Jenna then giggled as she bounced out of the hanging bed, sending it into a slow, graceful arc.

"Damn it!" Valencia complained but dutifully clambered out of the bed.

Jenna called in the order and raced to Jade Garden Chinese Restaurant to pick it up.

Inside the private elevator of the exclusive store, Jenna played with Valencia's very wet pussy. Valencia groaned in frustration when a giggling Jenna stopped and pulled her past Brandon's now empty office.




'Honey' 'Sweetheart' & 'Sugar'



"Hi Sweetheart," Jenna announced. "Sugar's got a little problem she needs your help with."

"Oh?" Dan asked, looking at the flushed girl.

"I do?" Valencia asked.

"You don't want to come?" Jenna asked, raiding the hem of Valencia's dress to show Dan the girl's wet, puffy pussy.

"Oh, poor Sugar!" Dan smiled and pushed his chair back away from his desk.

"Here, Sugar, let's get you..." Jenna said and peeled the dress off of the girl.

Valencia groaned happily as she lowered herself onto Dan's erection. Dan and she shared a passionate kiss, and then she looked around for Jenna. The red head was directly behind her, smiling as she watched her husband's cock sliding in and out of the black girl's pussy.

"Here, God, I just love that ass," Jenna said and licked a finger.

Valencia squealed in orgasm as she felt Jenna's wet finger push into her anus while Dan's fat cock filled her pussy.

Jenna kissed the girl's shoulder, neck, and then cheek as she fucked one, then two fingers in and out of the girl's rectum.

"I'm, oh, where you want it?" Dan grunted, dangerously close to orgasm.

"In her pussy," Jenna ordered.

"Yeah," Valencia groaned through another orgasm. "Come in me."

Dan groaned, pushed himself as deeply as he could into the girl's writhing body and pumped stream after stream into her.

Then Jenna made the girl sit on the edge of Dan's desk so she could lick Dan's semen from the girl's pussy.

"Oh, Honey, why do you do this to me?" Dan complained and pulled his wife into his lap.

"Oh Sweetheart!" Jenna groaned as Dan's still erect cock slid into her

She again bent and continued to lick Valencia's pussy while Dan pounded her from behind.

Then, nude, the three sat on the leather couch and ate the slightly soggy Chinese food.

"Have fun at your super boring board meeting," Jenna cheerfully told her husband as she gathered all the food containers.

"Sugar, are you going to be home when I get there?" Dan asked over Jenna's shoulder as husband and wife hugged.

"Want me there?" Valencia asked.

"Of course," Dan agreed.

"Then I'll be there," Valencia said and rooted in her purse for her cell phone.

Another text to her mother was again answered with 'K' and Valencia kissed Dan then followed Jenna out of the office.

(O)(O) (O)(O)

Valencia smiled at the tip the customer had left. He'd left a five dollar tip after his wife angrily made him put the ten dollar tip back into his wallet.

Valencia was sure the extra tips she was receiving tonight was due to the lacy top she was wearing, and the fact that there was no bra underneath. Her braless status wasn't readily available, unless she happened to be standing in the right light.

Apparently, she'd been in the right light often enough; her khaki pockets were full.

And she had to admit; the new sneakers were so much more comfortable than her old canvas slip ons, which also helped with her attitude.

"I hate you," April, her manager mock-complained as Valencia showed her the tip.

"Oh shut up," Valencia laughed.

A group of four men sitting near the window suddenly sat up, looking out the window. A moment later, one of them let out a whistle.

"Hi Sugar," Jenna called out as Dan pulled the restaurant's door open.

"Hi Honey, Sweetheart," Valencia called back.

Dan looked relaxed and happy in a simple pull over shirt and a pair of khakis. Jenna wore a simple tank top and micro-mini skirt with four inch heels.

"And what can I get for you tonight?" Valencia asked after greeting them with a quick hug and kiss.

"Me? I'm getting that Texan and she wants the Tropical and two draft beers, please," Dan smiled.

"Sure? That Texas comes with grilled onions, Sweetheart," Valencia warned.

"Hmmm, Honey?" Dan mused.

"Grilled? That should be fine," Jenna smiled, rubbing Dan's leg affectionately.

"Okay," Valencia said.

"Hey," one of the men at the window table called out. "I been coming here what? Going on four months and you ain't never called me 'Sweetheart.'"

"Hmm, I'd take a look at that if I were you," Valencia shrugged and the four men laughed.

She served them the beers, then a few moments later she brought out their burgers. Again, Jenna and Dan shared food from their plates with each other, chatting happily with each other, touching each other.

"They're so in love," April commented as Valencia brought over their money.

"Yeah, they really are," Valencia agreed. "She'd do anything for him, and he'd do anything for her."

Dan and Jenna were the last ones to leave the restaurant and both gave Valencia quick little kisses and promised they'd be right outside, waiting for her.

"Go ahead," April called out as Valencia finished running the upright vacuum cleaner over their floor.

"Thanks," Valencia called out

The cook let her out and locked the door behind her.

"Now, you know the deal," Dan smiled as he pulled his fingers from Jenna's pussy.

"Yes sir," Valencia said as she got into the low slung Maserati, sitting between Jenna's splayed legs. "Slacks and jeans are not allowed in any of the Bancroft cars."

She quickly kicked off her shoes, then wiggled out of her khakis, leaving her naked from the waist down.

"And what's this?" Jenna asked as she reached under Valencia's blouse. "Did a naughty little girl forget her bra?"

"Didn't forget it," Valencia gasped as Jenna's fingernails lightly dug into her hard nipples. "Just wanted my Honey and my Sweetheart to have easy access, that's all."

"Thank you," Dan said and gave Valencia a passionate kiss while they waited for the light to change.

"Thank you," Jenna said, kissing Valencia's neck.

"And what shift you working tomorrow?" Jenna asked as she parted Valencia's pussy lips with her finger.

"Eleven to five; Saturday's lunch crowd is the best," Valencia groaned as Jenna rubbed her clitoris.

Dan parked in the garage, kissed both women again, then got out of the car.

He helped Valencia out first and cupped her pussy while kissing her.

Then he helped Jenna out and did the same with her, then followed both women into the house.

"Want a drink? I want a drink," Jenna announced.

Dan again prepared the frothy fruit juice concoction and both girls also indulged in a joint.

"Sweetheart," Jenna called out, even though Dan was sitting on the other side of Valencia.

"Yes, Honey?" he asked.

"Sweetheart, I'm just too tired to walk up all those stairs," Jenna whined.

"Oh, okay," Dan smiled, got up and scooped a laughing, squealing Jenna into his arms.

"Be right back; I assume you're just too tired too," Dan told the laughing Valencia.

A moment later, the now nude Dan returned, scooped Valencia into his arms, gave her a passionate kiss, then carried her up the stairs.

"Jenna lay, nude on the large floating bed. Valencia pulled her top off and scrambled into the bed. The two women kissed, groping each other's breasts, and then Jenna wiggled around and lay her head on Valencia's right thigh and glued her mouth to Valencia's pussy. Valencia moved to take Jenna's pussy into her mouth, but found Dan's cock closer.

"Mmm, oh!" Dan moaned as Valencia took half of him into her mouth and began slobbering all over the cock.

"Mmm," Jenna sighed as Dan put his mouth onto her red curls, tongue seeking her clitoris.

"Sugar, I'm real close," Dan warned as Valencia jacked his cock into her mouth.

"Mmm hmmm," Valencia agreed, sucking and licking the cock harder.

"Shit, oh, shit," Dan groaned and pumped his seed into her mouth.

"Ah!" Valencia groaned as her own orgasm was quick to follow.

"God, yes!" Jenna cried out as her Sweetheart tongue flicked her clitoris to orgasm.

Again, Dan served the women chocolate and iced water, then he and Jenna slowly licked up and down Valencia's body until she was almost panting in anticipation.

"Oh," Valencia grunted as Dan slid his cock into her, then pulled him down for a passionate, loving kiss.

When Valencia released Dan, Jenna again squatted over Valencia's face. Valencia sucked on Jenna's pussy lips, then found Jenna's fat clitoris and lightly nipped the sensitive organ.

Valencia shuddered in orgasm, then whined when Dan pulled his cock out of her stretched pussy.

"Sugar, I haven't come in my wife's pussy since yesterday morning," Dan apologized.

"Nope, just my ass," Jenna concurred.

Valencia gripped onto the same two cables that Jenna had supported herself with and lowered her pussy to Jenna's waiting mouth.

"Oh!" Valencia cried out as Jenna wasted no time, just went straight for Valencia's clitoris.

Jenna drove two fingers into Valencia's pussy, still sucking on Valencia's clitoris. Then she pushed both fingers into Valencia's anus and Valencia struggled mightily to continue holding onto the cables as a powerful orgasm racked her small frame.

When Dan finally ejaculated into Jenna's pussy, Valencia and Jenna locked into a sixty nine so Valencia could suck all of Dan's semen from Jenna's pussy.

Dan again brought the two women iced water and then pulled the fluffy blanket over them and lowered the lights in the room.

"Good night, Sweetheart, love you," Valencia mumbled.

"Good night, Sugar, love you too," Dan said, leaned over his wife and kissed her.

"Good night, Honey, love you," Dan said to his wife and kissed her.

"Good night, Sweetheart; love you so much," Jenna mumbled. "Good night, Sugar, love you."

Valencia awoke, the need to urinate strong. She slid out of the bed and tried to open the bathroom door.

"Here, Sugar," Dan said quietly and put an arm around Valencia's small waist.

He showed her the touch panel that made the door slide open and moved to pull his hand off of her small waist. Valencia grabbed the hand, squeezed it and twisted her head around to kiss him.

When she finished, she returned to the bedroom, then climbed into the bed behind Dan, sandwiching the man between the two women.

"Love you, Sweetheart," she murmured to his back.

"Mmm hmm," Dan sleepily agreed.

It was the slight vibrations of the bed that woke Valencia from her deep sleep. In the dim light, she could see Jenna kneeling on the bed, beautiful face twisted in pleasure. Dan knelt behind Janna, rocking slightly, own face twisted in concentration.

Valencia walked on hands and knees and could see Dan's cock sliding, almost effortlessly, in and out of Jenna's stretched anus.

"Oh, Sugar!" Jenna squealed when Valencia reached under her and began playing with her wet pussy.

Valencia's other hand squeezed and pinched one of Jenna's fat nipples.

"Oh Sugar," Jenna sobbed as an orgasm shook her tremendously.

"Ah!" Dan cried out and Jenna again shook in orgasm as her husband's semen flooded into her bowels.

Valencia and Jenna kissed passionately, despite both having rancid morning breath. Dan returned from the bathroom and sponged and dabbed Jenna's anus clean, then left the two kissing women.

"You really like it? Up the ass like that?" Valencia asked when Dan was safely ensconced in the bathroom.

"Are you kidding?" Jenna said, still shaky from the intense orgasms. "Ever take a shit? I mean, where you really have to go, but you can't? And then suddenly, something unlocks and oh it feels so good?"

"Yeah," Valencia agreed.

"My Sweetheart's big giant cock feels even better than that," Jenna admitted.

Again, it was Dan's soft kiss that roused Valencia from her light slumber and she wished him a good day at work.

Maria fixed the two women a breakfast of yogurt and granola and fruit, then Jenna drove Valencia home so she could get ready for the lunch shift at Chuck.

"Oh, those shoes look nice; where'd you get them?" Valencia's mother asked, looking up from her cup of green tea.

"My friend bought them for me," Valencia said.

She found a good pair of snug jeans that showed off her rear end to perfection, and another lacy top. She then scampered back down the outside stairs and saw Jenna standing outside of the Ferrari, pleasantly chatting with Austin, Trenton, and a group of Austin's friends.

"And here's my Sugar," Jenna smiled and opened the door to the car. "Y'all be sweet, hear?"

"Girl, that your friend?" Austin asked, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Real nice meeting you, Mrs. Bancroft," Trenton said politely.

"Thank you, Trenton, but just call me Jenna, huh?" Jenna said and started the car.

"You didn't have to wait for me," Valencia said.

"Didn't have to, wanted to," Jenna shrugged.

It took only three minutes to go from the apartment to the restaurant. Valencia could see that Cherry, the assistant manager wasn't at the restaurant yet.

"Listen, I uh, I would do anything for my Sweetheart," Jenna said as they sat and waited for either Cherry or Udell, the cook, to come along and unlock the door.

"I know; it's so sweet," Valencia said and smiled as Jenna linked fingers with her.

"Even if it means leaving him," Jenna said, a sob catching in her throat.

"Wait, what?" Valencia asked, shocked.

"He wants, I mean, shit, anyone wants anything out of him, all they got to do is tell him it's for a kid and Sweetheart's pulling out the wallet," Jenna said and dabbed at her eyes.

"But why would you..." Valencia asked, still stunned at Jenna's admission that she'd consider leaving her husband.

"And Dr. Pelieur says, I mean, it's possible I could, but it's not real likely I'll ever have a kid," Jenna said, tears freely streaming down her beautiful face.

"What?" Valencia asked.

"Dan wants kids; oh God, he'd die if he ever had a little girl, a Daddy's Girl to just carry around and take to ballet lessons, or a little boy to play football with," Jenna said, trying to stem her tears with a tissue.

"But Honey..." Valencia said, not really sure what to say.

"And Dr. Pelieur told us, I got only one ovary that's working and my uterine walls have some scarring and I told Dan leave me, go find a woman that can give him the kids he wants," Jenna sobbed piteously now.

"Oh Honey!" Valencia hugged Jenna tightly. "What did Sweetheart say?"

"He said he loves me too much to ever live a minute without me," Jenna collapsed in heartbroken sobs, clutching to Valencia.

A moment later, Jenna got a little composure and sat back.

"And it just kills me; the one thing he wants and I can't give it to him," Jenna admitted.

Valencia didn't know what to say so she just held Jenna's hand.

"Thank you, Sugar; just needed to get that out," Jenna said quietly. 

"Uh sure," Valencia said and watched Cherry as the slim woman unlocked the door.

"Carrying all that around; every time I try saying anything to Sweetheart, he just shuts me down," Jenna continued.

"Anything I can do for you," Valencia assured Jenna.

Cherry greeted Valencia, complimented her on the top and the two women hurried to get everything ready for the lunch rush.

Udell came in a few minutes later, fired up the grill and began the prep work on the patties and various toppings.

They opened at eleven o'clock, but it was nearly eleven thirty before their first customer wandered in. From eleven thirty until almost three o'clock, Valencia didn't have time to think of anything but getting food and drink to customers. Cherry, managing both cash register, and carry-out orders, also kept scrambling. Udell was his usual calm, cool self.

At five o'clock, Violet and April and Pat came in and Valencia wearily tottered out the door. A bleating horn alerted her that Jenna's Ferrari was across the street in the church's parking lot.

"Need to go home, or can you come on over?" Jenna asked, resting a hand on Valencia's thigh.

"Come on over," Valencia smiled, putting her hand on Jenna's smooth thigh.

"Sweetheart says he's dying for a good roast beef po-boy," Jenna said, indicating the dress and shoes that rested in the footwell of the passenger seat.

Valencia looked around as she unlaced her sneakers, determined that no one was watching, and quickly wiggled out of her jeans and top. She pulled her stockings out of her purse and rolled them on, then pulled the dress on then put her high heeled shoes on.

"So what you want?" Jenna asked as they pulled in front of Tommy's Po-Boys.

"I'll have what Sweetheart's having; I haven't had a good roast beef in forever," Valencia agreed and pulled her dress down just before exiting the car.

She blushed as she realized that the man seated in the car next to theirs probably got an eyeful of her pussy. The man smiled at her and she grinned self-consciously then followed Jenna into the small sandwich shop.

Jenna let out a delighted giggle when Tommy asked her for ID when she ordered three cans of beer. Valencia was glad he didn't ask her for ID; she would have had to show that she wasn't old enough to drink alcohol. She carried the bag with the sandwiches while Jenna carried the bag with the French fries and the bag with the three ice cold cans of beer.

"Hi Sweetheart; we're on our way," Jenna called out when Dan answered the telephone.

"Oh, good; I'm dying of hungration over here," Dan complained.

"Hungration? That even a word?" Valencia asked.

"Probably not," Jenna said.

"It ought to be," Dan said. "It's one step above hunger and one step below starvation."

Brandon greeted them when they stepped off the elevator. He waved Jenna over.

"He's kind of down right now; he had to fire the manager of shipping/receiving this morning," Brandon whispered. "Caught him putting stuff into his car he hadn't logged in."

"Oh, my poor Sweetheart!" Jenna said. "Why he didn't say anything?"

"Like I said, he's kind of down about it," Brandon again whispered. "The police were here and everything."

"Thanks, Brandon," Jenna said, affectionately rubbing the man's shoulder before knocking on Ban's office door.

"Come," Dan called out.

"Not yet," Jenna giggled, kissing her man.

"Or me," Valencia agreed, giving him a kiss.

"Okay, Mr. Tough Guy," Jenna fixed Dan with a hard look. "Brandon told me about the manager you had to fire; why you didn't say anything when I was here at lunch?"

"Brandon! God damn it!" Dan called out.

"No, no, don't you dare get mad at him for telling me; YOU should have been the one to tell me," Jenna snapped, pushing Dan back into his office chair.

"I didn't want..." Dan said wearily.

"Didn't want to burden me?" Jenna asked, sitting in his lap.

"Exactly," Dan said, hugging her.

"But Sweetheart, how can I help you if you don't tell me?" Jenna asked, lightly rubbing his face.

As they ate, Dan did tell Jenna about the man, how long he had been with their company, the fact that he had three children, a girl and two boys, all in elementary school.

Valencia fed Dan a French fry and kissed him.

"That's really what's bothering you, isn't it?" she asked. "That this guy's got three kids?"

"And I might be putting their daddy in jail," Dan admitted.

"Oh?" Valencia asked, rubbing Dan's leg, close to his crotch. "You made that man take that stuff? You forced him, against his will to steal from you?"

"Well no, but..." Dan said.

"Sweetheart, Sugar's right," Jenna said, feeding him another French fry. "You didn't make him steal, you're not the one putting him in jail. He made that choice all on his own."

"But those kids..." Dan said.

"Have a mother; they'll be fine and if they're not, we'll help them," Jenna said.

"Love you, Honey," Dan said and kissed his wife.

"Love you, Sugar," he said and kissed Valencia.

"And we love you too, Sweetheart," Valencia said, drank the last of her beer, then gasped as a monstrous belch escaped.

"Good one!" Dan laughed as Valencia covered her mouth, still embarrassed.

"Let's see," Jenna said, sucked in some beer, and then let a puny little belch out.

"Light weight," Dan taunted, drank some beer and let out a manly belch.




'Honey' 'Sweetheart' & 'Sugar'



"All right, that's enough," Valencia ordered, still blushing.

"She's sweet, but she's not much fun, is she?" Dan asked Jenna, nodding toward Valencia.

"Okay, now, let's see..." Jenna said as she dug through Dan's desk drawer.

She produced shave gel and disposable razor.

"Aw, come on Honey, I don't have time..." Dan complained, then shut his mouth as she applied the gel to his face.

"Good God, Sweetheart; takes all of what? Two minutes?" Jenna asked, already whisking through his five o'clock shadow.

In less than thirty seconds, she'd finished and used a tissue to wipe his face clean of any foam residue.

"There, now let's see," Jenna said and kissed him passionately. "Mmm hmm, kissably soft and smooth."

"Let's see," Valencia demanded and sucked Dan's tongue into her mouth.

"You work tomorrow?" Jenna asked Valencia as they gathered the food wrappers.

"No, but my butt had better be at Baylor Lake Baptist Church at eight fifty nine tomorrow morning," Valencia admitted. "Not nine o'clock, not nine oh one; my butt better be in my seat before J. P. Wright starts preaching the Word of God."

"Good God, he's still there?" Dan asked, already back at work.

"Yeah; you know him?" Valencia asked.

"Where Beatrice and I got married; think she still goes there," Dan admitted.

"But we usually get out about eleven thirty, twelve o'clock," Valencia suggested.

"And Sweetheart's probably going to be here," Jenna said as the two women left the office.

They returned to the large home, drank a few fruity concoctions, while smoking a few joints. They then took a few more joints into the large bathroom and jumped into the fire engine red whirlpool bath.

"You ever, you ever think about shaving this?" Jenna asked, lightly tugging on Valencia's pubic hair.

"Yeah," she drowsily agreed.

Soon, Valencia was seated on a hard chair, legs spread wide, knees looped over the arm rests. Jenna knelt between her legs and applied menthol foaming gel to Valencia's crotch.

"Ooh!" Valencia moaned.

Jenna carefully scraped away the foam, left hand pulling the skin taut while her right hand guided the razor blade.

"Now let's see how good a job I did..." Jenna said and ran her tongue over Valencia's smooth mound.

Another application of foaming gel, another few swipes with the razor, and Valencia's pussy was as smooth as Dan's face.

"Mmm, so tasty looking!" Jenna declared and Valencia moaned in pleasure as Jenna lapped up and down her purplish pink slit.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Janna drove Valencia home, then drove back to Babbage's. The night security guard let her in and she rode the elevator to Dan's office.

"Hi Honey," Dan smiled, then lost his smile at his wife's unsteady gait. "Honey, are you drunk?"

"I sure hope so," Jenna giggled, flopping onto the leather couch. "Or my tolerance level's really gone up."

"Honey, you know I really do not like it when you drive drunk," Dan admonished his wife.

"Had to get Sugar home," Jenna declared. "Remember? Her butt has to be in her seat at eight fifty nine and not a minute later."

"Then you wait until I get home," Dan said forcefully

"Oh, Sweetheart's mad," Jenna said and began to cry.

"Yes, Sweetheart's mad; suppose you had hurt someone? Like Sugar? Or you?" Dan said.

"God, I'm such a horrible wife; why don't you find someone better, huh?" she wailed. "Huh? Someone who can give you babies?"

Dan sighed; arguing, talking with Jenna would do no good when she was this far gone. Obviously she'd had more than three joints and some alcohol on top of that.

He returned to the computer, looking over the previous year's Shipping/Receiving ledgers, and now that he knew what he was looking for, he could pinpoint exactly when Alfred Lawson had started stealing from him.

Jenna woke up and wobbled to the elevator with Dan, still mumbling apologies. She fell asleep in the Mercedes and woke slightly when he took her out of the passenger seat and carried her up to their bedroom.

"Love you, Sweetheart," she mumbled and Dan pursed his lips tightly.

He did not like marijuana; tolerated it for Honey's sake. But he had made one request; that she not smoke it in their bedroom. He considered, and she knew he considered the bathroom to be part of their bedroom. Yet, there was an ashtray on the floor next to the whirlpool tub, the remnants of five joints in it.

He sprayed the air with pine-scented air freshener, then let the cold water out of the tub. His cock did swell slightly at the thought of the brown skinned Valencia and the pale skinned Jenna, lying nude in the tub, bodies wet and glistening with the water.

He dropped the four soggy towels into the hamper, sprayed the bathroom again, then left the bathroom

In church the next morning, slightly hung over from the alcohol and marijuana, and slightly nauseous because the air conditioning was not working, Valencia sat with Kenya and Aurora.

She prayed that J.P. Wright would have mercy on them; most of the congregation was fanning themselves in the sweltering building. The old man looked very uncomfortable in his ill-fitting suit, but gave no indication that this would be a short service.

Valencia tugged the hem of her leopard print dress down; if she was not careful, someone would be able to see up the short dress, see that she wore no panties under the short dress. They'd also see that she had a bald pussy.

Despite her discomfort, Valencia did smile slightly as she remembered how much fun it had been, having Honey shave her snatch for her.

As he launched into his dry, thin delivery, the Reverend Wright did remind his congregation that the reason they had no air conditioning was because Satan had directed some of his servants to strip their air conditioning units of any saleable materials.

"Who do you think created drugs?" the man warbled. "Do you think our brother Jesus did? Do you think God did?" 

He finally relented when an older woman fainted but urged his congregation to pray for a quick repair to their air conditioning.

The old man stood outside the door, greeting his church members by name when he could remember their names, by 'Brother' or 'Sister' when he couldn't.

Valencia's mother reached out a dainty hand to the man and squeezed the man's hand, then reached out for his wife's hand.

Next to the Reverend Wright, Joanie, his dour faced wife pasted a smile on her face and greeted the attractive black women and her five black children.

Joanie was extremely prejudiced; believing that African people were actually the descendants of Cain. God had said He would put a mark on Cain, and Joanie truly believed that this meant God turned Cain from good, pure and wholesome white to the ugly black skin.

But she also recognized that their money blended in just fine with white money.

Their 1974 four door Chevy Nova also had no air conditioning and Valencia sweated, wedged in between Trenton and Kenya. Aurora and Austin and Momma sat in the back seat, also sweating.

"We need go anywhere, Momma?" Trenton asked before turning onto their street.

"Say no, please say no, please say no," Valencia muttered and Kenya giggled.

"Grocery store," their mother said and Valencia sighed.

Finally, they were backing home and Valencia retrieved her cell phone. Momma did not even let them carry their phones on mute or vibrate. She saw that her father had left a message and called him back.

David Leland was a good, hard-working man, and when he found out that he'd gotten the attractive black woman pregnant, had offered to marry her, and even adopt the two year old Trenton.

Mattie Waggamon had smiled, kissed him and told him 'no.' He was a good, honest man, but she knew his father, knew his brother, and knew that they were racist drunkards.

But David Leland sent her fifty dollars a week, every week, and spent as much time with his daughter as his job on the oil rigs would allow. When David met Nicole Rawls, he made sure the cute blonde knew he had a bi-racial daughter, and that daughter was a part of his life.

Valencia had believed that the woman loved her just as much as her momma and her daddy and expressed her love for Nicole.

Until one day, Valencia had accidentally broken a dish in Nicole's antique plate collection.

Nicole slapped Valencia across her face and screamed 'N*gger!' at the girl.

The nine year old girl held in her tears, refusing to give the blonde the satisfaction of seeing her cry, and snarled, "I want to go home."

"Darling, I'm so sorry," Nicole sobbed, trying to hug the girl.

"Don't touch me," Valencia snarled, backing away. "I said, I want to go home. Now."

Daddy apologized, Nicole tried to apologize, but Valencia now knew, to her step-mother, she was an embarrassment, she was a n*gger.

But Daddy continued to send money, continued to send birthday gifts, Christmas gifts, and called her every Sunday that he was in town.

"Hi Daddy," she said, smiling, when her father answered his phone.

"And how's my beautiful girl?" David asked.

They chatted, about nothing in particular; they had very little in common. He was an avid football, baseball, and basketball fan. Valencia was not. He loved heavy metal music, Valencia liked music you could dance to. He had dropped out of high school, a fact he truly regretted now, and she planned to go to college.

And he was married to Nicole, and had three boys by the woman and Valencia did not trust Nicole. She did love her three half-brothers, remembering their birthdays and sending them cards.

She even sent Nicole a birthday card every year.

But her Daddy did love her and Valencia truly loved him.

"Nicole says 'hey,'" he said.

"Uh huh," Valencia said and frowned when a 'beep' sounded in her ear. "Listen, Daddy, I been waiting on this call and it's just now coming in, okay?"

"Hey, um, next Sunday, you come over for lunch?" David asked.

"Sure," Valencia agreed.

"Great!" David enthused, hoping it would be the chance for Valencia and Nicole to mend the nearly ten year old rift.

"She said 'hey' and said she'll come over for lunch next week," David told his wife.

"And at the last minute, she'll find something else she just has to do and too fucking badly for us," Nicole thought, but plastered a smile on her face for his benefit.

"Valencia!" Mattie called out. "Lunch!"

"Hang on, be right there," Valencia called back, trying to listen to the message Jenna had left while she was on the phone with Daddy.

"No, not hang on, lunch is ready," Momma called out again.

They held hands, blessed their meal, blessed one another, and then dug in.

After helping Aurora with the dishes, Valencia was finally able to retrieve her cell phone and listen to Jenna's message.

The message itself was what she would expect from Jenna; declarations of love, declarations of missing her.

But the tone in Jenna's voice really worried her.

At his home, Dan watched as Jenna sat in the sun room, staring out at the fairway for the first tee.

Dan had gone to work, looked over the schedule and decided that he'd return home.

It was Sunday, usually a fairly light sales day for the exclusive store. There were a floor manager for the first, second, and third floor, along with most department managers, or assistant managers on duty as well.

"If they need me, they know how to get me," Dan decided, set his office telephone to forward all calls to his cell phone, and left the office.

Jenna had been slightly hung over that morning, but had tried to initiate sex. Still upset with her, Dan had refused, not realizing just how deeply that refusal would hurt her.

Upon his return, she was sullen and uncommunicative with him

Now, as she sat and stared, a foursome played the tee and Jenna barely noticed them.

Dan dug Jenna's cell phone out of her purse, checked the time and deduced that Valencia must be out of church by now. Her number had been the last one Jenna dialed, so he just hit 'Send' and waited.

"Hey," Valencia answered on the first ring.

"Hi Sugar, it's me," Dan smiled.

"Hi Sweetheart," Valencia said and immediately told him that Honey had left her a message and Honey did not sound good.

"Can I come get you; that's why I'm calling," Dan admitted. "I'm worried about her too."

When Dan announced he was running an errand, Jenna just nodded and kissed him softly.

"Aw, Dog!" Austin gasped as the highly polished red sports car stopped in their parking lot.

Before he could even wonder the reason for such an automobile being there, his oldest sister skipped down the stairs and approached the automobile.

An older white man got out, kissed Valencia on the lips, and then opened the passenger door.

"You look beautiful, Sugar," Dan smiled.

"You do too, Sweetheart," Valencia said, putting her hand on his leg, close to his crotch.

Jenna heard the door of the garage go up, then back down, then heard the kitchen door open. Outside, an older man was showing a young boy how to swing the club. Even though the glass of the sun room was unbreakable, she still jerked back when the boy's swing sliced the ball directly for the window.

A loud 'boing!' was heard and the boy looked horrified. The old man simply laughed and waved toward the house.

"Hi Honey," Valencia whispered into Jenna's ear.

"Oh Sugar, I could have killed us both," Jenna broke into sobs and hugged the girl.

"But you didn't; let it go," Valencia counseled, running her fingers through Jenna's long rid hair.

She then lightly scratched the back of Jenna's head, lightly massaging the woman's scalp.

"Oh Sugar," Jenna moaned and the two women kissed.

Dan brought in three fairly large drinks and the three sat in silence, Valencia still massaging Jenna's scalp with her fingernails.

"Oh, this is good; what is this?" Valencia asked as she tasted her drink.

"Mimosa," Dan said and smiled as a girl bent over to put her ball on the tee.

Her shorts were already quite short, but when the Brunette bent over, the shorts pulled up snugly into the crack of her ass, showing off nearly her entire backside.

"Quit looking at that when you have two women right here," Jenna ordered, smiling.

"Two women I have right here aren't showing me their butts and she is," Dan said and smiled as the brunette, rear end still quite exposed, flubbed her shot.

"Oh, we can take care of that," Valencia declared, stood, pulled her dress off, and then sat back down.

"Just like that," Jenna agreed and dropped her skirt to the floor, then shrugged out of her tank top.

"Sugar, when did you..." Dan asked, running a finger over Valencia's smooth pussy.

"Yesterday," Valencia said, spreading her legs for his finger.

"Doesn't she look delicious?" Jenna asked and delved a finger into Valencia's pussy.

"She really does," Dan agreed and sank to his knees in front of Valencia.

"Sweetheart!" Valencia cried out. "Those people... They're looking right at us!"

"Windows are tinted; they can't see," Jenna assured the girl and took one of Valencia's small brown nipples into her mouth.

"Oh!" Valencia sighed, truly enjoying the naughtiness of having her two lovers servicing her, with a foursome playing golf just forty feet away.

"Put that cock in me," she begged to Dan.

He rapidly pulled off pull over shirt and khakis and boxers, to drive himself into the hairless pussy in one fluid motion. She locked her legs around his narrow waist and pulled Jenna's hot sucking mouth off her nipple. The two women kissed and Valencia felt her orgasm coming quickly.

"Can they hear us?" she panted to Jenna as Dan's cock pounded her pussy.

"What? No, no Sugar, they can't see or hear us," Jenna giggled.

"Ah, shit!" Valencia cried out, pussy clamping down on Dan's cock.

"Oh damn, oh shit," he grunted and pumped his semen into her pussy.

Dan slumped and Valencia kissed his face over and over until he smiled and returned her kisses.

"Oh, Sugar, I just love the way you and Sweetheart taste," Jenna enthused and started lapping at Valencia's raw, angry looking slit when Dan pulled his cock out.

He got up and wobbled out of the room.

Dan returned a moment later, and Jenna smiled over her shoulder as he lined his cock up with her overheated pussy.

Because he had already ejaculated into Valencia, Dan was able to give his wife a very vigorous pounding.

Because she had just enjoyed a hard orgasm, Valencia was quick to come again under Jenna's oral assault.

"Ah, oh God, Sweetheart!" Jenna cried out. "Oh God! What's gotten into you? Oh that's so fucking good!"

Dan finally couldn't hold back and felt as if he was pumping a gallon of his semen into his wife, even though he knew that was an impossibility. But he would move to pull his cock out of her clutching pussy and would feel yet another spurt of his semen flow.

"I think I need a nap," Jenna wheezed when her man finally did pull out of her.

"I think I need a drink," Valencia panted.

"A drink. And a nap," Dan concurred.

Dan fixed three more large Mimosas, which they drank, sitting in the sun room, watching golfers through the large window. Then, they languidly walked up the stairs, arm in arm in arm.

Valencia woke when she felt the bed shake and heard Jenna's gasp of ecstasy. She looked over and saw Dan laying down while his wife bounced up and down on his erection.

"I'm next," she declared, kissing Dan.

She then got onto her knees and kissed Jenna, playing with Jenna's swinging and swaying breasts.

"Shit," Dan grunted, the erotic sight of the brown skinned girl kissing his pale skinned wife too much for his libido.

Valencia quickly glued her mouth to Jenna's pussy when Jenna dismounted. She sucked and licked Jenna's puffy pussy, trying to get all of Dan's semen.

"Oh, shit!" Jenna cried in orgasm.

Dan's cock revived quickly, watching his wife's pussy being eaten.

"Oh!" Valencia cried out as Dan knelt behind her and drove himself into her willing pussy with one hard thrust.

(O)(O) (O)(O)

Valencia had no idea how much the Ferrari cost, but since neither Honey nor Sweetheart seemed to care, she wasn't nervous driving the high powered sports car.

She pulled up to church with twenty minutes to spare, parking next to the 1974 Nova.

"I just knew I was going to have kill you," Mattie smiled when Valencia sat down on the hard wooden bench.

"Thank God they got that air conditioning fixed," Valencia commented, tugging self-consciously on the hem of her short white dress.

The cooler temperature seemed to invigorate Reverend Wright; he whined and droned on and on, endlessly in his thin voice.

Finally, he seemed to run out of things to whine about and they were allowed to leave.

"That, you drove that?" Austin asked, seeing the Ferrari.

"Yeah, Honey let me borrow it see my Daddy," Valencia shrugged.

"What kind of car is that?" Mattie asked, squinting at the gleaming automobile.

"Ferrari, I think; yeah, that's what she called it," Valencia said.

"You going see your daddy?" Aurora asked.

"Uh huh," Valencia said, unlocking the door of the car.

"D.J. going be there?" the girl asked.

"I guess; want me tell him you said hi and you love him?" Valencia teased.

Aurora had met David Junior, D.J. as he was called by the Leland family, and the girl had decided that she was in love.

For his part, even though at age six, girls were yucky, D.J. seemed to be quite fond of the six year old girl with the long black hair and light brown skin. Since then, even though they'd only seen each other five or six times in three years, that fondness had not dissipated.

"Don't you dare!" Aurora screamed.

"Um, unless he says he loves me first," she amended.

"Hi Daddy," Valencia said into the speaker on the dash.

"Knew it," Nicole grumbled.

"Hi, what's up?" David asked, already dreading the confrontation he would be sure to have with Nicole.




'Honey' 'Sweetheart' & 'Sugar'



"Daddy, it all right if I bring Aurora?" Valencia asked.

She lowered her voice.

"You know she kind of likes D.J. and I think he likes her too," she said.

"Bring... Well, absolutely," David smiled widely in relief.

Aurora bounced in the passenger seat of the car, asking Valencia a rambling variety of questions about D.J. even though Valencia couldn't answer most of them.

"Oh my... Son of a bitch!" David said when a screaming yellow Ferrari pulled into his driveway.

"What the... Whose car is that?" Nicole asked as the two doors of the car opened.

"Hey," D.J. shrugged, trying to act cool, even though his face was a hot blush.

"Hey," Aurora shrugged back, also trying to act like seeing D.J. was no big deal.

Inside Aurora was screaming; D.J. was even more handsome than she had remembered. She wished she'd put on her jeans, instead of wearing her church slacks. She wished she had put on her Nike tennis shoes instead of her oxfords.

"Hey," Valencia said, bent and kissed the boy hello.

She also kissed Scott and smiled as the seven year old wiped the kiss off. She then knocked one on the door and entered her father's modest home.

"Hi, Baby, whose car is that?" David asked, hugging and kissing his daughter.

"My friend's; she let me borrow it," Valencia shrugged.

"Hi Valencia," Nicole said guardedly.

"Hi," Valencia pasted a smile on her face.

Valencia still stung at the 'N*gger' insult, but both Honey and Sweetheart had urged her to be forgiving.

She hugged her step-mother. For a split second, Nicole froze and Valencia's face tightened.

Then Nicole clung desperately to the eighteen year old girl.

"I really am so sorry I said such a hateful thing to you," she whispered, voice cracking.

"Let it go," Valencia whispered back. "It was too long ago; just let it go."

They sat down for lunch, D.J. and Aurora sitting next to each other. Three times during the meal, D.J. 'accidentally' let his hand tough Aurora's hand. Each time, he would look away, and each time, she'd smile at him.

"Boy if I was still smoking me could use that face light a cigarette," David chuckled, embarrassing the boy tremendously.

At four o'clock, Valencia hugged and kissed both Nicole and Daddy, and D.J., Scott, and Charlie, then threatened to leave Aurora there if the girl didn't hurry up. Aurora hugged Nicole, David, Scott and Charlie, then shyly approached D.J. and the two hugged, blushing hotly.

"I love him," Aurora sighed as they backed out of the driveway.

"Really? Hadn't noticed," Valencia teased.

At the apartment, Valencia came upstairs, got her work clothes, even though she was working the evening shift on the following day, and left the apartment.

Approaching the house, she hit the remote control to open the garage door and then lowered it again when she slid to a stop inside the garage.

"Sugar's home," Jenna announced when they heard the door go up.

"Sounds like it," Dan agreed.

"Hey," Valencia announced as she carried slacks, lacy top, and sneakers into the living room.

"Hey," Jenna agreed. "We're watching this thing on Greek Mythology."

"So how'd it go? With Nicole?" Dan asked and accepted Valencia's kiss.

"You were right," Valencia admitted, sitting next to him on the couch.

She put her head on his shoulder and hugged him.

"I love you, Sweetheart," she said.

"Love you too, Sugar," Dan said.

"Ahem," Jenna said expectantly.

"Oh, don't we all feel sorry for poor, neglected Jenna..." Dan teased.

"Shut up," Jenna giggled and kissed him.

"Love you, Honey," Dan said.

"Love you, Honey," Valencia said and opened her mouth for Jenna's kiss.

Dan cleared his throat as the two kissed, leaning in front of him, blocking his view of the television. So, just to be spiteful, the two women kissed more passionately, remaining in his line of sight longer.

"Ow!" they giggled when he pinched a nipple on each of them.

"Now, move those pretty heads; I'm watching this," he demanded.

Valencia kicked off her heels and laid her head on Dan's lap, stretching out her legs. Her hem rode up, revealing the bottoms of her buttocks.

Dan wet a couple of fingers in his mouth and reached over. Valencia moaned as his wet fingers slowly circled her tightly puckered anus.

"Oh, Sweetheart," she sighed as the tip of his index finger gained entry.

He used more saliva and again circled around the tight ring.

"Oh," she sighed as his middle finger slid into her rectum, to the second knuckle.

He slid his middle finger out but jammed his index finger in, then pulled the index finger out while jamming the middle finger back in.

"Fuck!" Valencia groaned and pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist.

She rolled onto her belly and spread her legs a little wider and Dan now fucked both fingers in and out of her tight anal sheath.

She reached a shaky hand up and unzipped his flannel slacks. Her other hand reached underneath her and she began to play with her wet pussy.

"Oh, Sugar," Dan sighed as her hot mouth encircled the head of his cock.

"Mmph!" she groaned as he began working a third finger into her anus. Her own fingers rubbed and pinched her clitoris.

"Damn it," Dan complained as Valencia's mouth sucked and her hot tongue lapped at the head of his cock.

"I thought you wanted to watch this," Jenna teased, kissing him.

"Oh! Aw shit!" Valencia cried out as her fingers and Dan's fingers brought her to orgasm.

"Damn it, aw shit!" Dan cried out and pumped his semen into Valencia's mouth.

Valencia held some of Dan's semen in her mouth and fed it to Jenna. She was now kneeling, dress pushed up to under her armpits as Dan continued to finger fuck her anus.

"Oh, enough Sweetheart; that's enough," she finally moaned and he slowly pulled his fingers from her.

"Good timing," Dan chuckled as the end credits rolled on the screen.

"So, how'd it go? Tell me all about it," he said, turning off the television.

"Aw!" Jenna giggled as Valencia described D.J. and Aurora's antics.

They ate a large Garden salad; Dan's doctor had urged his patient to cut his cholesterol. Dan and Jenna agreed that eating out all the time really wasn't the healthiest of choices.

"Sweetheart, that's enough dressing," Jenna cautioned as Dan liberally poured the Ranch dressing into his bowl.

"Bad enough I got to eat grass, I can't have flavor too?" Dan asked.

"I thought me and Sugar were enough flavor for you," Jenna said.

"If were eating in bed, yeah," Dan smiled.

"Too messy," Valencia said, using her napkin to wipe the salad dressing that hung on the corner of Dan's mouth.

"Some things are better messy," Dan said, patting her leg.

"Yeah, roast beef po-boys, bowl of ice cream, your sweet cock," Valencia agreed. "But not salad."

"Ice cream?" Jenna smiled.

"Aw yeah! Get that gooey chocolate syrup all over it!" Valencia enthused.

"My sweet cock?" Dan asked.

"Yeah, every time it gets anywhere near me or Honey, it spits this stuff all over the place," Valencia said.

"Hmm, let's see," Jenna said, getting to her feet.

"Damn it; we don't have any," Jenna complained as she looked in the freezer.

"Any what?" Valencia asked.

"Ice cream. Now I want ice cream in bed. And syrup too," Jenna complained.

"I'm having to eat this lawnmower mulch and you want ice cream?" Dan complained.

"Nobody says you have to eat it," Jenna said.

"Heartless woman," Dan teased.

"I'll get it," Valencia decided and got to her feet.

She grabbed the keys to the Ferrari from its hook, grabbed her purse, and skipped to the garage door.

"Wait, Sugar, you don't want my card?" Dan asked.

"Card?" Valencia asked.

"So you can charge it?" Jenna suggested.

"No," Valencia said firmly. "You give and I just take; let me get this."

Early's Grocery Store was closed on Sundays. Super One Foods however was open and she grabbed a buggy.

"Hey, Sweet Thing," an African-American man leered as Valencia was looking over the selection of sauces and syrups available.

"Hey," Valencia said politely.

The man wore his baggy jeans hanging off his rear, slightly stained boxers visible, stained white tee shirt not quite reaching the waistband of his boxers.

"So, having a party?" the young man asked, seeing the gallon of chocolate and gallon of vanilla ice cream.

"No, not really," Valencia said and put some caramel and chocolate sauces into the buggy.

"Baby, you and me? We having us a little party, know what I'm saying?" he leaned over her buggy close to her.

"Oh I don't think so," she smiled as she put the hot fudge into the buggy and prepared to push the buggy down the aisle.

"Aw why not?" he asked, holding onto her buggy, preventing her from moving.

"Don't have the sense buy pants that fit? And you think I want to party with you?" she asked. "Now, let go of the cart."

"Hey, hey, ain't got to get all loud, know what I'm saying?" the man said and did not let go of the buggy.

"I am not getting loud," Valencia said and again attempted to push the buggy.

"No,nuh uh, we conversating here," he insisted.

"Let go of her buggy," an authoritative female voice barked. "And I told you, pull them pants up."

"And I told you, kiss my ass,' bitch," he snapped at the attractive blonde woman.

"Aw, wrong thing to say to a police officer," Sergeant Elise Richards smiled, flashing her badge.

Valencia looked at the attractive blonde woman, then at the young African-American boy and the blonde girl that circled the blonde woman's buggy.

"See, Homey, I was willing to let the public indecency thing slide if you'd pulled them pants up but then you use profanities? In front of my children? Now you getting two citations," Elise smiled.

"Those are you're..." Valencia asked and looked again at the two children.

She was terrible at guessing ages but the boy and girl appeared to be about the same age as her seven year old half-brother Scott.

"Aw, shit, come on," the African-American man whined, all bravado and charm gone.

"That's another one," Elise said.

"What?" the man said, pulling up his baggy jeans as they started to slide down again.

"Thank you, Officer," Valencia said.

"Welcome ma'am," Elise said as she scanned the no longer confident, belligerent man's state ID into her Smart phone. "That your Ferrari?"

"It's my girlfriend's," Valencia said.

"That yellow one? That is the coolest!" Henry Richards enthused.

"Yeah!" Jennica Richards agreed.

"No, your Mom's the coolest," Valencia told them.

"Uh huh, like they're ever going to believe that!" Elise laughed.

"Thank you again, Officer," Valencia said.

"It's actually Sergeant," Elise said and handed Valencia one of her business cards.

Valencia paid for the gooey goodies, grabbed the three bags out of the buggy (wondering why it took three bags when everything could fit into at least two, maybe even just one bag) and left the store.

"Uh hey," the African-American male yelled as Valencia walked into the parking lot.

"Yes?" she politely asked as she continued toward the car.

"You going help me pay for them fucking citations, know what I'm saying?" he demanded.

"Don't think so," she said and unlocked the passenger door.

"What? Why the fuck not, huh? I mean, shit, girl, you can afford them; I got me parole dues I got to put down, know what I'm saying?" he demanded angrily.

"I can afford them, but I didn't tell you to get them; you got them on your own," she said, making sure the passenger door was locked before walking around to the driver's door.

Just as he had prevented her from moving her buggy, the young man stood behind her car, trying to prevent her from moving. Valencia simply turned the wheel toward the empty space next to the car and pulled out.

She saw Elise and her two children and bleated the horn at them. The boy gave her a thumbs up and the girl waved.

Back home, Jenna and Valencia fixed three heaping bowls of ice cream, mixing both chocolate and vanilla and dumping the sauces on top of everything.

"And..." Valencia said and squirted some whipped cream on the three bowls.

Valencia then made Jenna squeal with laughter when she squirted Dan on his nose. Dan smiled when Valencia pulled him down and slowly licked the white foam off.

Valencia then grabbed one of the bowls.

In the bedroom, she peeled out of her dress, kicked her pumps into the corner, and then clambered onto the bed with her bowl of ice cream.

Jenna likewise stripped and joined Valencia.

"Say Ah," Valencia said and opened her mouth wide.

"Ah," Jenna said and Valencia fed her a spoonful of ice cream.

"Ah," Dan said and Valencia gave him a spoonful also.

"Ah," Valencia said and almost choked laughing as both Jenna and Dan tried to feed her at the same time.

"Aw, damn, got some on my boob," Jenna complained as some chocolate sauce did dribble onto her left breast.

"Mmm," Valencia said, sucking the sticky rivulet off the pale flesh.

"Hey, I was going to do that," Dan complained.

"Oh, okay, here," Valencia said and used her spoon to dribble some sauce onto her rock hard nipples.

"Mmm, Sugar," Dan said as he sucked and licked her flesh clean.

"Aw, Sweetheart, looks like you dripped some on you're..." Jenna said as she dripped some caramel sauce onto Dan's cock.

Valencia fed Dan some more of her ice cream while Jenna sucked Dan's cock clean.

"When the final spoonful of ice cream had been eaten, Valencia pulled Dan on top of her and slid his sticky cock into her sticky pussy.

"I love you," she whispered into his ear.

"I love you too," he grunted.

He did not last as long as he would have liked and Jenna and Valencia licked and sucked each other clean, then the three of them walked to the bathroom and quickly scrubbed themselves clean.

The trio then stripped the dirty sheets off the bed and Jenna and Dan made the bed. Valencia, still nude, carried the dirty linens to the laundry room downstairs.

Then she cleaned up the kitchen.

When she returned to the bedroom, Jenna and Dan were kissing and rubbing each other's bodies. She climbed into the bed, which sent it on a gentle sway and kissed Dan's then Jenna's cheek.

Then, just as they had done the first night, Dan lay Valencia on her back and slid his hard cock into her while Jenna held onto the cables and squatted over Valencia's face.

In the morning, Dan kissed Valencia awake and Valencia realized, he had already brushed his teeth and shaved his face.

"You're such a considerate lover, Sweetheart," she murmured as he slid himself into her.

"So are you," he said and rubbed her bald mound.

Jenna sleepily watched the two grunt and writhe together. She smiled and dozed off again.

She woke when Dan kissed her good-bye and rolled over to cuddle with the slumbering Valencia. Valencia sleepily kissed her, then the two fell asleep again.

The need to pee woke Valencia, and Jenna followed her a minute later. Then they pulled on their robes and padded downstairs to greet the stone-faced Maria.

"So what time you got to go in?" Jenna asked as Maria brought blueberry and cream cheese crepes to the breakfast table.

"Five," Valencia said. "Thank you, Maria."

The woman said nothing, just nodded that she'd heard and walked away.

"So, want to run around a little?" Jenna begged. "I want to go to Cal's and see what they got."

"Sure," Valencia said.

Valencia went into the room that was supposedly hers and saw that she would quickly be running out of closet space. She found a sexy short dress with long sleeves, rolled up some blue stockings to match the blue dress, and found her black pumps.

"I swear, you are so beautiful," Jenna praised and the two skipped down the stairs, holding hands.

At Cal's Western Wear, Jenna found a soft leather skirt for herself but they didn't have one in Valencia's size. The salesgirl did say she could order one though.

Valencia found a beautiful snap button blouse, as well as a pair of hip hugger jeans.

"Oh my, would you look at those?" Valencia pointed out a displayed pair of thigh high boots in shiny red leather.

"You're a size eight, right?" Jenna asked, motioning to the hopeful salesgirl.

"Jenna, come on; where would we wear those?" Valencia asked.

"Uh, where you think?" Jenna asked.

"And, as you can see, you fold them over, like this," the salesgirl showed them that there was eighteen inches of shiny leather on the inside of the top portion. "My best friend's only four foot ten and my other friend's six feet tall and they can both wear these."

"Where?" Valencia asked her and the salesgirl smiled and shrugged.

Jenna looked around, saw that it was just her, Valencia, and the salesgirl in the section of the store. She stepped in front of the full length mirror and pulled up her dress to her navel so she could look at the boots.

The salesgirl gawked at Jenna's pale buttocks and red thatch of curls, and swallowed hard. Jenna dropped her dress hem and practiced walking in the high heeled boots.

"What you think?" Jenna asked, stopping in front of Valencia, who was still working on zipping her left boot.

Valencia looked up and again Jenna pulled the dress up.

"Turn around," Valencia asked.

"Jenna, what can I say? Yeah, they are super sexy, put the dress down now, but where..." Valencia said and got to her feet.

A quick look around and Valencia too hiked up the hem of her dress, showing the salesgirl that she had a smooth pussy and a tight looking ass.

"Crazy," Valencia accused as Jenna piled everything onto the counter.

At four o'clock, Valencia pulled on her new jeans and snap button blouse and sneakers and modeled the work outfit for Jenna.

"And," Jenna said and unbuttoned the top three snaps to just blow where Valencia's bra would be, if Valencia was wearing a bra.

"Ready?" Jenna asked and grabbed her car keys.

"Uh, no jeans in the car," Jenna said and would not start the car until Valencia had removed the offending garment.

They were thirty minutes early for Valencia's shift so Jenna backed into the church parking lot.

"I uh, Sugar, I get real lonely," Jenna said as she ran her hand up and down the inside of Valencia's smooth thigh. "I mean, you're at work, Sweetheart's at work and, I mean, before we met you? Sometimes he'd leave at eight and I wouldn't see him until ten, eleven o'clock at night, you know?"

"Damn!" Valencia said.

"Now, as soon as he can, he's home," Jenna said and lightly tickled Valencia's pussy lips, which were starting to peek out.

"Aw," Valencia sighed and spread her legs wider for Jenna's hand.

"I wish, I want you to quit your job; I want you to come live with us," Jenna suddenly said.

"What?" Valencia asked, clamping her legs together, trapping Jenna's hand against her pubic mound.

"I'm serious; I'll pay you," Jenna offered. "I know you're trying getting money for college, but shit, Sugar, you only work twenty hours a week; kind of hard make any money doing that."

"Jenna, I can't do that," Valencia argued.

At five minutes to five, Valencia pulled on her blue jeans and sneakers, gave the quiet Jenna a soft kiss and got out of the car. She walked across the street, blew Jenna a kiss, and entered the restaurant.

"Hey, April, come see," she said after she'd clocked in.

As the evening wore on, many of Valencia's customers tried to gain peeks down her blouse. Her tips were substantial, but more importantly, Valencia realized she was quite excited by being so brazenly sexual.

At twenty minutes of nine, Jenna and Dan came into the restaurant.

"Hi Honey, hi Sweetheart," Valencia said and quickly got two frosty cold mugs and poured them their draft beers.

"I want..." Dan said.

"You're getting the veggie burger, quarter pound," Valencia said. "Remember? Doctor wants you cutting down on cholesterol. Honey, what you want?"




'Honey' 'Sweetheart' & 'Sugar'



"Same, add jalapenos, Swiss cheese," Jenna smiled.

"What? I get it at home and now I got to put up with it here too?" Dan complained.

"Oh, boo hoo, you got two women that love you and want to keep you around," Valencia said and kissed him quickly. "Oh don't we all just feel so sorry for poor pitiful Daniel Joseph Bancroft?"

"Oh I do love you so much, Sugar!" Jenna laughed out loud.

"Well, I'm not too sure how I feel about either one of you right now," Dan grumbled.

Valencia dressed his veggie burger like she would dress a Tropical Chuck. Dan still wasn't happy but had to agree, it wasn't horrible.

"So, you need to go home or..." Jenna asked as they were preparing to leave.

"Need to talk with you about that," Valencia said.

"Oh oh, that doesn't sound good," Jenna said worriedly.

Valencia finished her clean up duties as quickly as possible, waved to April and nodded her thanks to Udell as he let her out of the restaurant.

She got into the passenger seat, between Jenna's splayed legs and quickly pulled sneakers and jeans off, then unsnapped her blouse all the way.

"Now, home or..." Jenna asked, looping the seat belt around Valencia.

"I want to live with y'all," Valencia said and wiggled her buttocks against Jenna's pubic hair. "I mean, I haven't even been home in the last what? Three, four weeks?"

"We need to talk with your mother about that?" Dan asked.

"Tomorrow," Valencia decided and returned Jenna's happy kisses.

"Oh, ad uh, next Friday's my last day at Chuck, okay?" Valencia asked and grunted as Jenna gave her a bear hug from behind

Mattie Waggamon shrugged her shoulders, somewhat in relief. Her biggest fear was that her daughters would follow in her footsteps, having five different children by four or five different fathers. As it was, Kenya had several boys sniffing around her door. If this well dressed white couple was willing to give Valencia a nice place to live, and she wouldn't have to worry about some unemployed boy with no ambitions getting Valencia knocked up, that was fine by her.

"Child, you almost nineteen; you can do what you want," she said. "I uh, kind of hope you keep going to church and uh, stop by every now and then so we don't forget what you look like, huh?"

Back at the apartment, Valencia looked around for anything that was hers that she might want. Yanking open a drawer, she paled when she saw her birth control pill dispenser and realized, she'd not taken them since the first night that she'd met the Bancrofts.

"Little late worry about that now," she said and flushed them down the toilet.

"Okay, thank you," Jenna yelled at the speaker in her car as Valencia carried a small satchel; it held everything of value.

"Your skirt came in at Cal's and get this; they also have some that match them boots we got," Jenna said happily and again kissed Valencia. "Oh, God! I am just so happy you're going to be with us!"

Not only did Cal's have shiny red leather skirts, they also had the matching jackets and, over Valencia's objections, Jenna bought them each the skirts and the jackets.

In his office, Dan was thoroughly enjoying a forbidden prime rib lunch when Brandon, his assistant gave him a warning buzz; his wife was there.

Dan didn't have any time to get rid of the evidence when two beautiful women strode in, both clad in shiny red leather from neck to toe.

"Hi Sweet... Is that...?" Jenna asked, beautiful face quickly twisting in rage.

"Sweetheart!" Valencia gasped, seeing the offending meal.

"What? God damn it, I'm a grown man!" Dan lashed out. "I got a right..."

"And I got a right too!" Jenna screamed, enraged. "I got a right too! I got a right to hold my husband every night, not his cold pillow! I got a right to kiss my husband, not just some fucking picture of him! I got a right to have him make love to me, not just some long ago memory!"

"And what about me, Sweetheart?" Valencia tearfully asked. "Do I got any rights?"

Suddenly, the succulent meat and the rich au jus lost all flavor and Dan hung his head.

"I'm sorry Honey, Sugar," he said. "Yes, yes you do have rights.

"I'm not trying to hurt you," Jenna tearfully said. "Sweetheart, I'm trying to love you."

"And I'm trying to love you too," Valencia said.

"I know," he sighed.

They did attract attention, two women in bright red leather outfits, strolling through the store. Jenna strode with confidence, seemingly oblivious to the stares they were garnering. Next to her, Valencia tried to mimic Jenna.

"Hey Girl!" Valencia heard her sister Kenya call out.

"Hey, what you doing here?" Valencia asked and frowned at Kenya's companion, the arrogant, belligerent man that had accosted her at the grocery store.

The man was tried to act slack-jawed, looking away, posing and preening.

"Kenya, what you doing with him; you know he's just out on parole?" Valencia whispered urgently.

"Aw girl, it ain't nothing but a thing! That was all some misunderstanding and they all up in his shit 'cause he black," Kenya defended.

"No, they all up in his shit 'cause he ignorant," Valencia said back. "Momma know you with him?"

Kenya didn't answer, just grabbed the man's hand and stomped away.

"Have Security keep an eye on them," Valencia sadly told a sales girl.

The girl nodded and sent out a discrete 'Oscar, please call extension one four one please. Oscar, one four one please.'

A moment later, an attractive woman strolled over. She looked like a typical middle aged shopper, even carrying to Babbage's bags with her.

"African-American male, mid to late twenties, white tee shirt, blue jeans won't stay up, female, tan complexion, either Latin or African-American, late teens, cheetah print blouse, distressed black blue jeans?" she asked before Valencia or the sales girl could speak. "We're on them; they already paid a little visit to Electronics and Fragrances."

"Want me to call Sweetheart?" Jenna asked Valencia.

"No, Honey," Valencia said sadly. "I tried to tell her."

"Ma'am?" the security officer asked. "You know them?"

"Her," Valencia admitted. "She's my sister."

"Want me just put the fear of God in her?" the woman asked.

Valencia knew that Momma didn't have a lot of money, that any legal fees would really hurt the family.

"Please?" she asked.

"Got it," the woman smiled. "By the way, love your outfit."

"See?" Jenna laughed.

"Shut up, Honey, of course she'd say that," Valencia smirked at Jenna. "She knows you're the boss's wife."

"And they're on the move," the woman said and moved so quickly, Valencia could hardly keep track of her.

David Gillespie groaned as he tried to push the doors of the store open and they did not budge.

"What? What's wrong?" Kenya fearfully said, the bottle of perfume in her purse suddenly feeling very heavy, very conspicuous.

David tried to slip the IPad out of his jeans but his hands were grabbed by a burly man.

Valencia felt her tears pool up as she could hear her sister's wails over David's angry shouts.

Jenna grabbed Valencia and pulled her back to the recessed elevator.

Dan looked up as Jenna pulled the sobbing Valencia into his office.

"Sugar's sister was just caught shoplifting downstairs," Jenna explained as she and Valencia sat on the couch.

Mattie Waggamon parked her car in the parking lot of the exclusive department store. She was well aware that the forty year old car looked horribly out of place next to the brand new Mercedes-Benz on her left and the BMW to the right.

"Well, they don't have no 'Colored only' parking no more," she said grimly as she got out of the car.

"Hi, um, Security called me? Y'all got my daughter," Mattie told a girl at the Fragrances counter. "I'm Mattie Waggamon?"

"Oscar, please call extension one three seven," the girl said into the telephone. "Oscar, one three seven please."

"Hi, Ms. Waggamon; thank you for coming so quickly," the female security officer smiled, extending her hand.

"Ain't like I had me no choice," Mattie thought but shook the woman's hand.

In an office on the third floor, Kenya, initial fear having diminished somewhat, was brazenly smart-mouthing the male security guard.

"What? Y'all got plenty of money, huh? It ain't like..." Kenya sneered at the white man.

Mattie Waggamon stomped over and slapped the impertinent girl. She was slight of build, like her oldest daughter, but Mattie's rage gave the slap enough strength to knock Kenya out of the hard wooden chair.

"Oh? And they gots lots of money? That give you the right take whatever you want?" she screamed at the girl.

Kenya sprawled on the floor, afraid to move. She was still seeing stars from her mother's slap.

"Huh? They got plenty of money it all right?" Mattie snarled, hoisting her daughter up by a handful of kinky black hair.

Mattie's face burned from both rage and embarrassment. She knew she was talking 'ghetto' and hated it. Whenever she was angry or stressed, she reverted back to the language of her childhood. She once had a lover tell her, when she was in the throes of orgasm, her 'ghetto' came out. It was nearly a month before Mattie would allow herself to let go and orgasm.

"I done taught you better than that!" Mattie growled, face millimeters away from her frightened girl. "Food on the table, clothes on your back, brung you to church every Sunday and you do me like this?"

"Momma I," Kenya said.

"Hush your mouth," Mattie snarled. "Hear me? You just hush your mouth."

"What we got to do?" she asked the large man.

"You're um, your daughter's already taken care of it," he said.

"What?" Mattie whirled to face Kenya. "You got you money and you still done went on and..."

"Uh no, no ma'am, the man said, blushing slightly. "The other girl; one pretty like you."

"Valencia? Where she at?" Mattie asked, wishing she could somehow get control of her speech.

"She's uh, she's in Mr. Bancroft's office," the man said.

"So we can go?" Mattie asked, reaching out a hand to grab Kenya by her hair.

"Uh, yes ma'am," the man agreed. "She uh, kind of opened the box so the uh, the perfume can't be sold."

He handed Mattie a 3 X5 card.

"So, uh, here's the hours she's to come and clean our parking lot," he said. "We would pay her ten bucks an hour so it's going to take her nineteen hours pay us back."

His blush grew more pronounced.

"And uh, my phone numbers at the bottom. You uh, you need or want to, uh give me a call, okay?" he said and cleared his throat.

"And who I ask for?" Mattie asked.

"Brian, ma'am. I'm Brian O'Neil," he said and offered a meaty paw to her.

"Mattie Waggamon," Maggie smiled tightly. "Would say it's a pleasure, but..."

"Yes ma'am," Brian smiled tightly.

(QQ)(Q) (Q)(Q)

Kenya Waggamon resented Brian O'Neil, resented the modest three bedroom home they now lived in, resented the nicer school she now attended.

The first shameful afternoon that Kenya had to slip on the orange security vest and latex gloves, and walk around the parking lot, picking up cigarette butts, soda cans, scrap paper, Brian and Mattie stood under the store's awning and watched her.

"I uh, you uh, you wouldn't want to go, hey, you like Mexican food? I love Manny's, ever go there?" Brian finally asked as Kenya sullenly picked up a receipt that a customer had dropped.

"Manny's? I uh, I haven't been there in forever," Mattie agreed.

"So uh," Brian asked and chuckled at Kenya's face when she had to pick up a diaper that a customer had dropped on the ground.

"I'm free Thursday night," Mattie said. "And thanks to Miss I Got to Smell Like I'm All Rich there, you got my address." 

Brian picked Mattie up, politely shook hands with Trenton and Austin, nodded to a glaring Kenya and smiled at Aurora.

After dinner, they went to the Miniature Golf Park and Brian, who had a membership at Flowers Country Club and golfed every chance he got, let Mattie win.

"Uh, sorry, I guess I didn't plan this very well," Brian admitted. "I mean, I uh, I really don't want to take you home just yet, yeah, I know it's a work night, but..."

"Yeah, it is a work night and I know Austin and Aurora; I'm not there, their homework's not done, they haven't bathed, and they're not in bed," Mattie said, and put a hand on Brian's hand. "I got a Children's Library Learning Fair this Saturday, but that ought to be over by four. You busy Saturday night?"

"Well, I was kind of hoping pick this really pretty woman, up and..." Brian agreed.

"There's that Thai place out in Kimble, Hanging Gardens or something like that I'm wanting to try," Mattie said.

They made out like teenagers in the front seat of his car and Mattie made Brian ejaculate in his jeans.

After a very nice dinner at Hanging Gardens, Mattie suggested he show her his goldfish pond.

It was morning before Mattie finally saw Brian's goldfish pond. And Brian drove the five Waggamons to church.

Valencia smirked as the six trooped in and slid in their usual seats, eighth bench from the front, at 9:07.

After church, Valencia took Aurora with her to her Daddy's house, Brian dropped Kenya, Trenton, and Austin off at the apartment, and took Mattie back to his house for more sweaty, nasty sex.

A month later, The Waggamons moved out of the apartment that had been their home for years and Aurora immediately assumed the responsibility of caring for the goldfish pond. 

Since Brian's house was four blocks away from the Leland house, Aurora now went to the same school as D.J. Leland.

"Hey, Roar," he shrugged when she sat down in the desk next to him.

"Hey, Deej," she shrugged.

"I uh, so you going here now?" D.J. asked.

"No, I just started coming here for no reason," she said sarcastically.

"Davie's got a girlfriend!" one of his classmates sang out.

"God damned right I do and you're just jealous, ass hole," D.J. yelled, earing himself a detention and Aurora's undying love.

Brian earned Aurora's love too. She came home from school and found one of the goldfish floating on its side. She was sure she'd done something wrong and at first wanted to hide it from Brian, but finally tearfully confessed the death. She didn't know what happened, how she did it, but one of his pets was dead.

"Aurora, it's just part of life," Brian assured the fearful girl. "It's nothing you did. It's just part of life. They live, they swim, and they die."

His first impulse had been to simply flush it, or toss it into the trash, but together, Brian and Aurora found a nice quiet corner of the back yard and buried 'Finnegan Fish.'

"I love you, Mr. Brian," the girl said, hugging him.

"This isn't working," Brian told Mattie when she got home from work. "This us just living together."

"What?" Mattie cried out. "Ain't no way I can get me my old apartment back!"

"No, Aurora was all sure I was going kick y'all out just because one of the fish died," Brian said and kissed her. "We need get married so she knows she's going be here forever. No little girl should ever live in fear like that."

"Or big girls," Mattie agreed.

Trenton was no longer living at the house. He left on very good terms; Brian assured the twenty one year old man he would always have a home there. Austin, thrilled to finally have his own room, assured Trenton he did not have a home there.

Trenton had finished an early shift and walked around the corner of the barbeque restaurant, just in time to see a young man slap an Asian girl. The young man's car would not start, the girl had innocently asked him if he had gas in it, and he angrily slapped her.

"Want try slapping me, punk ass bitch?" Trenton asked, grabbing the young man's hand, preventing him from slapping the petite girl a second time. "Huh? Don't take no man hit on girls; want try me?"

Soo Kin thanked the large African-American man and accepted his offer of a ride in the Chevy Nova. If Soo Kin knew she should be laughing at the old car, or embarrassed to be seen in it, she did not show it.

"That boy, he going be coming around after you?" Trenton asked.

"Yes," she lied, smiling at her knight in shining armor. "I am very afraid. You come to my apartment?"

He called his mother, told her what was going on, and drove to Soo Kin's small one room apartment.

"You want something to drink?" she asked.

Trenton politely turned down her offer of food or drink. He checked out the window a few times, then tried to excuse himself.

"What?" the girl huffed. "Am I ugly? Do you have something against Korean girls?"

"What? No, no, you kidding?" Trenton said, surprised. "I mean, you're really way too pretty. Why I'm all nervous being in here with you, know what I'm saying?"

"Then why you want to leave? You got a girlfriend?" she asked.

"Huh? Uh no, no, she and I broke up a few weeks ago; she wanted me give her a thousand bucks go on Spring Break and I'm all like Know how long I got to work get a thousand bucks?" Trenton said.

Soo Kin grabbed Trenton's hand, pulled him onto the couch, and gave him a soft kiss.

"Spring Break's for people who haven't grown up yet," she declared.

The next night, the young man approached So Kin as she worked the counter at Jitters, a coffee shop close to the University of Louisiana at DeGarde campus. He tried to apologize without really apologizing, blaming his striking her on stress and his mid-term exams.

"Oh, that is all right," she smiled sweetly.

"Yeah?" he asked, scarcely believing how easy it had been.

"Yes, if you had not hit me, I would not have known what a loser you are," she said easily.

"You hit her?" Christy, a blonde classmate said and snapped his picture with her cell phone.

Nanoseconds later, his picture was being forwarded to females all over the U.L.D. campus.

A week after Trenton rescued her, Soo Kin begged Trenton to move in with her.

"You're a fine young man," Brian said. "It doesn't work out, you're always welcome back here, all right?"

"No you ain't Dog," Austin said. "It don't fly, you keep walking by."

Valencia happily agreed to be her mother's Maid of Honor and Dan, as Brian's boss, and totally and completely enamored with Mattie's daughter, agreed to give Mattie up to five thousand dollars to spend on a bridal gown from Babbage's Department Store. But Mattie found a simple light pink dress for just seven hundred dollars.

Kenya was surly, sullen as she walked into the department store. But as one of the bridesmaids, she had no choice.

"Straighten up, put a smile on that face, or so help me God, I will slap the black right off you, do you understand?" Mattie hissed, glaring into her daughter's eyes.

Upstairs, Dan looked up from his computer screen and smiled as Brian O'Neil, the head of his security department stuck his head into the office.

"Hey, I uh, um, you know the wedding's this Saturday, right?" Brian asked.

"Well, yeah, let's see," Dan typed rapidly and pointed to his screen. "See? Got you marked on P.T.O. for the next two weeks. And you're going to love that cruise. Honey and I went on it last year. It's great."

"Great, great, but uh, you uh, you be my best man?" Brian blurted out.

"Wow, um, wow, you sure?" Dan asked, surprised.

"Yeah," Brian agreed.

"Brian, I would be honored and..." Dan typed rapidly. "...I just switched you to 'off' on Friday night; we're going to the Dead End for your Bachelor party."

"Oops. Did I say the Dead End? I meant um, Bowl-O-Rama," Dan said as Valencia walked into the office.

"Uh huh, Sweetheart and I'm the Queen of England," Valencia smirked. "Don't you be corrupting my new Step-Daddy, hear?"

"You're Highness! "Both Brian and Dan said, then high-fived each other as Valencia laughed out loud.

Jenna and Valencia didn't like it, but both finally agreed that Dan could have a 'Lost Weekend' of eating whatever his clogged heart desired.




'Honey' 'Sweetheart' & 'Sugar'



"Monday morning, though, you're right back on that oatmeal, you hear," Jenna demanded, patting his chest.

"And rabbit food for lunch," he said.

"Uh huh, but you have to agree, your stamina's improved a lot," Valencia said, patting his crotch.

"And Honey and Sugar LIKE Sweetheart's stamina," Jenna enthused.

Dan tried to be bad. He tried to eat a chili Burger at the Dead End. He managed to eat slightly more than half of it, but was feeling so stuffed he had to push it aside.

Trenton smiled but shook his head 'no' when both Brian and Dan offered to pay for one of the dancers to give him a lap dance. He also refused their offer to pay for thirty minutes in the Hurricane Room with a cute black dancer.

"But, Hell, man, it's your money," he smiled at the still groaning Dan. "Why you don't go in there?"

"My Honey made sure I'm drained dry," he smiled.

(Dan didn't say 'and Sugar made sure I had no hard ons left in me.' Trenton was a solidly built young man.)

"And your Momma said don't bother coming home I get busy with any of them," Brian admitted.

"And Soo Kin said the same thing," Trenton admitted. 

The three men laughed at that, hugged, and called it a night.

The next morning, Brian went to his mother's house, not wanting to see his bride in her wedding dress, and truthfully, not wanting to be in the midst of the women scrambling, crying, screaming, and fretting.

Valencia drove the four women to the church in the Mercedes-Benz. Kenya seemed to be the only one impressed by the car.

Trenton drove Soo Kin, Austin and D.J. to the church in the Chevy Nova.

"Hey Roar," D.J. said when he got out of the car.

"Hey Deej," she answered.

"That, uh, you wearing that when we get married, hear?" he blurted out, pointing at her dress.

Valencia smiled as she hung on Dan's arm. Kenya smiled tightly as she hung onto the arm of Brian's cousin.

Aurora smiled at D.J. as she hung onto the arm of one of Brian's buddies from the force when Brian had been a cop.

Side By Side Steak House's banquet room was packed pretty full by the wedding party, but a small area had been set aside for dancing. One of Brian's cousins was a fairly good amateur photographer and kept the party flowing .

"The photographer wants one of us dancing together," Brian told a surly Kenya.

"Listen, I know you still don't like me for doing my job," he told the girl.

"Could have let me off," she snapped.

"Believe it or not, we did let you off," Brian said. "Your buddy? He's looking at two years. Plus the five for parole violation. Since y'all was there together? We could have slapped two more on your ass too. But because of your sister? You don't even have a police record."

As Brian walked Kenya to her seat he leaned in close to the slightly more chastised Kenya.

"Now, that guy that walked with Aurora? Kind of need to stay away from him, all right? Even though he's a cop? He's kind of a wild guy, know what I'm saying?" Brian warned his step-daughter.

Kenya made a beeline for Officer Steven Hebert.

"Hear you don't like black women," she accused the blonde officer.

"Think I'm going to have to kill your new step-daddy," Steven smiled.

When it came time for the throwing of the bridal bouquet, Valencia made sure Soon Kin was in front of her, and let the Asian girl catch the bouquet.

D.J. made a valiant effort to grab the garter; he wanted to prove to Aurora that they'd be getting married, but Steven managed to grab it.

As they were leaving, Kenya smirked at Brian as she got onto the back of Steven Hebert's Harley. She didn't see the smile on Brian's face.

"What'd you do?" Mattie asked her new husband.

"Made sure your daughter's with one of the best cops I know," Brian smiled.

"Uh ahem," Mattie said, tapping his wedding band with her fingernail. "You forget? She's now your daughter too."

"That true?" Aurora asked, delighted.

"Yeah, I told you that," Brian said.

"So I can call you 'Daddy?'" Aurora asked.

"You BETTER call me Daddy," Brian playfully threatened her.

"Oh, okay, Daddy," Trenton said, hugging the man. "Y'all have fun; don't worry about nothing, me and Doo Kin got our eyes on Austin and Aurora, hear?"

"I mean it, hear?" D.J. said as he and Aurora followed Austin into the rear of the Nova.

"Mean what?" Aurora said.

"We getting married," D.J. said.

"I know that," Aurora said.

As D.J. was being dropped off at his house, Kenya was laying on Steven Hebert's bed, twisting in ecstasy.

Steven had driven like the wind, frightening and exciting the girl. He had screeched to a stop in front of a modest little home and parked next to a police cruiser.

Kenya hadn't been given a choice; she was brought into this stranger's house, stripped out of dress, bra and panties and told to leave her shoes and stockings on.

When Steven had stripped out of his tuxedo, Kenya had looked with surprise at the size of his erection.

David Gillespie had told her that white men had miniscule cocks. Their small cocks made them extremely resentful, therefore extremely aggressive toward black men.

If that were true, Steven Hebert was either a blonde haired, blue eyed black man. Or should have no aggression in him at all.

But Steven did have aggression. He pulled Kenya into the bedroom, pushed her onto his bed, and looped her pudgy thighs over his shoulders as he feasted on her snatch.

Steven was very good at eating pussy; the last boy that had done this had absolutely no idea where a clitoris was, constantly missing it. Steven knew exactly where her clitoris was, and what to do with it.

"Please, mother fucker!" Kenya finally screamed the last time Steven brought her to the brink of orgasm, then stopped.

He chuckled, sat up while leaving her legs on his shoulders, and shoved his impressive erection into her.

"Aw, shit!" she screamed as a monumental orgasm exploded inside of her guts.

A second orgasm was quick to follow and she whimpered as Steven began hammering his cock into her, hard.

He stuffed his tongue into her mouth, twisted and tugged at her nipples, then grunted, shook, then took little jabs at her pussy while he spurted his semen into her.

Then Steven displayed a gentle and thoughtful side that Kenya had not seen yet. He climbed off of her, went into the Master bathroom, wet a face cloth, and sponged Kenya's pussy as his semen dribbled out of her.

"Wow," Kenya gasped, still trying to catch her breath.

He left and came back with a vodka and orange juice for her and a Seven and Seven for himself.

"Thanks," she said and wiggled up to the head of the bed where he lounged, sipping his drink.

"Guess I should have asked this first, but how old are you anyway?" he smiled.

"Eighteen," she said and drank deeply of her drink.

"Oh," he said, sounding slightly disappointed.

"What?" Kenya asked.

"Huh? Oh, oh, nothing," Steven said.

"No, what is it?" Kenya asked, rolling over to snuggle with him.

"No, no, it's nothing," Steven said. "It's just that, you know, you're eighteen, you don't even know how to suck cock yet. Sure as fuck don't know how to take it up the ass, that's for sure."

He smiled as Kenya put her drink down and bent to prove to him that she certainly did know how to suck cock.

(O)(O) (O)(O)

Maria nodded curtly as Valencia thanked her for breakfast. She took a careful bite of the poached egg; her tummy had been acting up a little lately.

A small bite did not seem to upset her stomach, so Valencia took a bite of the bacon.

Suddenly, her stomach threatened to come through her nostrils. Valencia barely made it to the small bathroom before emptying an already quite empty stomach into the commode.

"That's it," Jenna said as she rinsed her own regurgitation out of the sink. "We're going to Dr. Farbacher's. This flu's just not going away."

"But last night I was fine," Valencia weakly protested. "Ate half that pizza no problem."

But Jenna was on the phone with the doctor's office.

Both women weakly walked up the stairs and showered then dressed.

"I'm sorry, Maria," Valencia said to the stone faced woman as she cleared away the breakfast dishes.

A small nod was the only indication that the woman had heard her.

At Dr. Farbacher's office, Jenna and Valencia filled out the paperwork. Valencia and Jenna shared a laugh; Valencia showed Jenna her intake form where she had to scratch out 'Sugar' and write in 'Valencia' on the blank space for 'First Name.'

"Oh, and you'll love Dr. Farbacher; he's so sweet and he's married to the cutest little red head," Jenna enthused when a nurse called for Valencia Waggamon.

The nurse was bemused when Valencia only had to pull off her dress to be completely disrobed and showed her how to slip the paper gown on.

She listened as Valencia described her symptoms, took temperature and blood pressure, and then left the room.

In an examining room three rooms further down the hall, Jenna was telling another nurse the same thing.

Nearly an hour later, Jenna found Valencia in the waiting room, pale and drawn.

"Sugar, what?" Jenna asked softly.

"Not here," Valencia whispered. "I, we need to talk to Sweetheart."

"Hey," Dan's voice cut through the car's speakers.

"Hi Sweetheart; got a minute?" Jenna asked as she pushed the small car hard. "Me and Sugar need to see you."

"I mean, if you're too busy, it can wait," Valencia called out.

"Sugar, you should know by now I'll make time for you, any time," Dan's voice said.

"Hello Mrs. Bancroft, Ms. Waggamon," they were greeted as they entered the store.

"Hi Mrs. Bancroft, hi Ms. Waggamon," they were greeted as they walked past the Fragrances counter.

"Ms. Waggamon, we have those red stocking you were asking about," they were told as they passed through the Lingerie Department.

Brandon greeted them and Jenna and Valencia took a few moments to playfully needle him about the bright floral tie he was wearing.

"Well, I don't have a gorgeous red head and delightful black girl at my house; I NEED a little color. I mean, please!" Brandon lisped.

Dan looked up and smiled warmly as the two women came into his office and Valencia felt sick again. Jenna quickly shoved the wastebasket in front of Valencia but nothing came up. After a moment, Valencia wearily sat back on the leather couch and gratefully accepted the wet cloth Jenna pressed to her forehead.

So what did Dr. Farbacher say?" Dan asked, searching Valencia's large brown eyes.

"You're going to hate me," Valencia whispered, looking at Jenna.

"What? Sugar, what? Why would we hate you?" Jenna asked, gripping Valencia's small hand.

"Honey, I'm so sorry; I didn't mean..." Valencia burst into sobs and clung desperately to the red head.

"Sugar, what? What is it?" Jenna asked, hugging onto the girl.

"I'm pregnant!" Valencia wailed.

"You're..." Dan asked, mouth open.

"Oh that man is a fucking quack; I swear to God!" Jenna spat, hugging Valencia tighter. "He said the same God damned thing to me too!"

"He did?" Valencia asked.

"O.M.G.," Jenna suddenly gasped. "I be that's it? I'm having sympathy pains!"

She kissed Valencia and burst into happy squeals.

"Oh, Sugar! Oh my God! Oh this is so great!" Jenna laughed happily.

She got up and kissed Dan, hugging him tightly.

"Sweetheart! We're having a baby! Sugar's having a baby! Oh my God! This is what we've been begging God for!" she laughed, actually bouncing in her excitement.

"Oh my God!" Jenna said, then burst into sobs. "Oh Sugar! We're having a baby!"

"We're, you're, a baby," Dan said stupidly.

He sat down on the couch heavily. Next to him, Valencia and Jenna clung to each other, sobbing uncontrollably.

Finally, he got to his feet, rapidly typed on his keyboard and squinted at his monitor.

(Dan did not want to admit it, but the monitor was getting harder and harder to see.)

"Jocelyn, hi, this is Daniel Bancroft, fine, fine, and you?" Dan said into his telephone.

He told the receptionist what he wanted, thanked her and rejoined the now more composed women on the couch.

"Dr. Pelieur's office, ten thirty tomorrow, no food or liquids after midnight tonight," he said.

"And you," he said, pulling Jenna into his lap. "Dr. Pelieur's office, tomorrow morning, ten forty five, no food or liquid after midnight tonight, hear?" 

"What? Why?" Jenna asked, snuggling up to him. "You know I can't get..."

"No, I know it'd be hard for you to get pregnant," Dan corrected. "But not impossible."

"Brandon, I'm taking these two beautiful women out for lunch," Dan said as he escorted the two, much more composed women out of his office.

"Oh, you lucky dog," Brandon tittered.

"Even with that tie, why don't you join us?" Jenna asked.

"Oh, I've always wanted to see how the other half lives," Brandon sighed, getting to his feet.

"Chuck? Really?" Brandon asked as they pulled up in front of the hamburger joint.

"You were expecting what? Side by Side? Henri's?" Jenna laughed as Dan opened her car door for her.

"Well, quite frankly, yes!" the man admitted.

Famished from lack of breakfast, Jenna ordered the South of the Border Chuck, half pound and Valencia ordered the Tropical, half pound. Dan frowned at them as he ordered a veggie burger. And Brandon hemmed and hawed and finally decided on the Tropical, quarter pound.

"Young and beautiful? I'd be all over that half pound," Brandon teased the two women. "But I've got to watch what I put in my mouth."

"Oh?" their waiter asked pointedly as he put their burgers down.

"Oh, girl, is he...." Brandon asked, looking at the sizable lump in the young man's jeans.

"Don't know; he's new here," Valencia admitted.

On the way back to the department store, Brandon kept looking at the young man's telephone number, even though he knew it by heart. Pulling up next to Jenna's Ferrari, Dan first opened Jenna's door, helped her out, and kissed her.

Then he helped Valencia out and kissed her as well.

Dan did remind the women that he had a meeting that evening with First Union Bank; they'd actually approached him about joining their board of directors. One board member had resigned; he had a new bride as wanted to thoroughly devote his time and attention to her. Another board member had succumbed to a lifetime of unhealthy choices.

"So, I'll see y'all about ten or so," Dan smiled and kissed them both again.

"Boring!" Jenna laughed as she opened the door of her car.

"See you; bye Brandon," Valencia smiled.

That evening, Dan came into the kitchen and smiled as he heard Jenna and Valencia talking and laughing in the living room.

"There's our Sweetheart," Jenna said.

"Hi," Valencia smiled as he entered the room.

She stood up and Dan could see that her belly was swollen, large with his child.

"Oh, Sugar, he likes it!" Jenna crowed as Dan's erection tented his dress slacks.

"Yeah?" Valencia smiled as she glided over to him. "Sweetheart likes my big old belly? Likes my titties getting all full of milk for our baby?"

"Yes he does," Dan moaned as Jenna eased his zipper down.

Valencia barely had her mouth around his cock and he was pumping stream after stream of semen into her mouth.

After she and Jenna shared his semen, Valencia removed the small throw pillow from under her dress and put it on the couch.

()*() ()*()

Maria quit, claiming she would not work in such a sinful house. Her cooking was missed but her cold, disapproving demeanor was not missed in the least.

The first housekeeper they hired, Jenna fired two days later. The Asian woman had attempted to seduce Dan.

The second replacement was a militant Feminist and a militant African-American. She tried to radicalize Valencia and when Valencia refused to even listen to Edna (they refused to call Edna by what she claimed was her 'Tribal' name) the woman became threatening.

The solution came from the most unlikely source; with Charlie entering kindergarten, Nicole had nothing to do. Valencia vouched for her step-mother, which was good enough for Dan and Jenna. The hours were perfect for Nicole; fix a healthy breakfast for Jenna and Valencia, who, as their pregnancies progressed, took to sleeping later and later. Then clean up the house, which rarely got dirty anyway, then fix a light lunch for the two pampered, spoiled mommies, fold laundry and leave. She would be home in plenty of time to greet Charlie, Scott, and D.J. when they got off the school bus.

Valencia would hug her step-mother when she came downstairs for breakfast, and hug Nicole again when Nicole would leave for the day. So Jenna took to hugging the woman too.

X

Mattie discovered, even at thirty eight, she could get pregnant. Brian was overjoyed. He delighted in being Austin's Dad, being Aurora's Daddy, and being Trenton's and Kenya's 'B'. But this was his own flesh and blood.

"But I'm too old," Mattie wailed.

"Obviously God doesn't think so," Brian said.

X

Collette, a little blonde, tried to take Deej away from Aurora.

"You're too handsome be a little n*gger lover," she cooed to D.J.

"You about go home and tell your Momma a little n*gger kicked your ass too," Aurora said from behind the girl.

She put her arm around D.J.'s waist.

"My man," she said.

"That's right; I'm Roar's man," D.J. said proudly.

"So, get lost, Blondie," Aurora said.

X

Kenya learned that there is a huge difference between simply putting a man's cock in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down and applying suction and truly making oral love to a man's cock.

Steven loved how Kenya loved his cock.

Kenya also learned that there is a huge difference between kneeling on Steven's bed, reaching back and spreading her caramel colored buttocks apart and grimacing and grunting as Steven's cock slid, millimeter by painful millimeter into her bowels, and making anal love to Steven's cock.

She learned how to relax her muscles and drive herself back to meet his forward thrusts. Then she learned how to lovingly Crip his fat cock with her sphincter muscles, how to wiggle her ass, how to stroke his cock with her rectum, how to coax his wonderful sperm out of his beautiful cock.

She also learned how to be a loving woman. How to have a hot dinner and a cold beer ready for her man when he got home. She learned how to have a clean house for him.

She wasn't completely, totally subservient to Steven Hebert. She still had her opinions, her likes and dislikes. He liked heavy metal music and she liked hip-hop. Pizza was a meal he could eat every day, she could take it or leave it. He liked football and she found the sport boring.

"More than one TV in the house," she shrugged. "Popcorn on the table, beer in the fridge; I'm going watch 'Waiting to Exhale,' have fun."

"You've seen that movie a hundred times," he complained light-heartedly.

"And you've seen a million football games," she answered.

"Ordering a pizza; what you want?" he asked.

"Salad, Ranch dressing they got it," Kenya called out, already in the bedroom.

X

"And there's our Sweetheart," Jenna called out as Dan wearily entered their bedroom.

His weariness dissipated as he watched Valencia, big belly hanging down at seven months pregnant, ass wiggling as she licked and sucked at Jenna's pussy. Jenna's belly was swollen too and her large breasts were swelling even larger with milk for their baby.

"Mmph!" Valencia groaned as Dan slid his erect cock into her bald pussy.

He wet his thumb in his mouth and pressed it against Valencia's wrinkled brown hole and slowly forced his thumb into her rectum.

"Going stick my dick in there, Sugar," he warned and she mumbled in agreement just as Jenna began to orgasm.

"Oh!" she cried out when Dan did force the head of his slick cock into her anus.

Valencia dried out in orgasm as Dan reached around and played with her fat little clitoris, then bent to trying to coax another orgasm from Jenna.




Honey, Syrup, and Cream



As they ate their lunch, Bill couldn't keep his eyes off Shannon. She was so very beautiful. Everything about her signaled her comfortable and carefree spirit. Shannon knew that she was attractive but even so, she really did not know the extent to which she captivated men and Bill was certainly one of them.

Pretty much all through their conversation Bill's eyes would drift the length of Shannon's body. He drank in every image of her as if his eyes where sending snapshot after snapshot into his memory. No detail went unnoticed such as the way her hair curled and bounced its way down the side of her face. Like her personality, her hair was not stayed, conservative, or orderly. It danced about in the gentle breeze. It went its own way but it always suited her beauty and femininity. Her lips were soft even in appearance, with a natural up turn at the ends as if she had a built in smile. They framed her pearly teeth and formed each word she spoke with crisp movements. 

The afternoon was very warm and pleasant, perfect for the light poolside lunch that Shannon had prepared. The cloudless sky permitted the sun to keep them warm and comfortable in their swimsuits.

Shannon leaned towards Bill and placed her Champagne glass on the table. "I have my favorite dessert inside", she whispered. "Just sit tight and I'll bring it out."

Bills eyes were riveted to Shannon as she turned away and headed inside. From behind she seemed topless. The thin brown string of her top was practically invisible against her well tanned body. Her bikini bottom had slid a bit between her lovely firm buttocks but she made no attempt to adjust anything. She certainly hoped that Bill was watching and liked what he saw.

Once inside, Shannon leaned forward and placed her hands on the counter and let out a big sigh. "Oh my God," she thought to herself. "He is so cute!" 

Shannon was also smitten with Bill. It was all she could do to not stare at him. She swooned at the image of his broad shoulders. He was strong, confident and commanding but not aggressive or brutish. She felt safe and secure with Bill. Once composed, Shannon retuned to pool side with two bowls with a spoon protruding from each.

"I know it isn't fancy but to me, this is the perfect dessert," she stated with self assurance as she gave one to Bill. "Simple. Just some fruit, ice cream and the tiniest splash of Brandy."

Shannon returned to the lounge chair and they began to eat. She moaned softly with each of her first few bites. She wasn't kidding about this being her favorite.

They talked while they ate but then something happened that caused Bill to have a hard time concentrating on the conversation.

"What's the matter Bill?"

"Oh, nothing. Sorry. Keep going."

She tried to resume the conversation but without realizing it, Bill was giving Shannon that puppy dog look of bewilderment. His eyes were focused on something and his head tipped every so slightly to one side.

Bill indeed was focused on something. Some of the melted ice cream had formed at one corner of Shannon's mouth and remained there as she spoke. He kept waiting for her tongue to automatically carry it away but it never happened. She just kept talking and eating and the cream was always there. It wasn't immediate but eventually the sexual symbolism was processed by Bill's mind.

Shannon interrupted herself again, "What IS the matter Bill?"

"Oh, nothing really. It's just.. just.. just some cream," he stammered, making vague and awkward pointing gestures in the air. "Yes, there, the corner, yes, that's it."

Her tongue had found the cream, taking most of it anyway.

"Mmmm. I do like the melted cream with my fruit", she cooed impishly with a smile. She said it playfully but she knew full well the power of such a phrase.

"Thank you for keeping me so neat and tidy Bill but you know, it isn't always necessary to be so in control, so perfectly kept, every thing where it should be."

"Well I just figured that if you liked your cream so much that you would prefer to keep it in your mouth." The words had barely left Bill when a firm pulse of blood raced to his groin.

"Au contraire mon ami," she coyly replied without missing a beat. "There are many different ways to enjoy the cream." They both knew the game was now on.

"Oh, really?" That was about the best Bill could come up with at that moment.

"Why certainly." Shannon picked up a slice of peach. It seductively dripped the white cream back into the bowl as she continued. "There is of course the obvious way and that is to just put it all in your mouth and keep it there."

Shannon moved the peach toward her mouth but on the way a single drop fell and landed on her upper thigh. She opened her mouth and laid the cream coated slice on her tongue. Drawing it in slowly, she then closed her lips and resumed her point.

"Well most of it anyway," mumbling just a bit as she chewed, a hint of cream again formed at the corners of her mouth. "I just love peaches. They're so firm, sweet and juicy," she added.

Things where now happening between the legs of both of them. Bill's erection was about half way complete and a moist warmth was definitely forming within Shannon.

"You did that very well," Bill wryly complemented.

"Oh that's nothing. Anyone can do that. It's much better when one does it with a more dramatic flair."

Shannon reached for another peach slice, this time not allowing the excess to drip into the bowl. She let it dot her tight stomach and up between her breasts until she held it above her open mouth. She let the remainder dribble onto her tongue and slide into her mouth. Shannon ended this phase of the show by sucking the tip of the peach between her lips before taking the whole piece into her mouth to be devoured. A smile again punctuated the overtly sexual act.

Bill's cock was now straining at his swim suit but it would be a while longer before any attention would be paid to it. Right now Shannon was fucking with his mind, not his dick.

"You did that very well." Bill's eyes traced every dot of cream from Shannon's abdomen all the way up to her mouth. "At least what made it to your mouth, stayed in your mouth."

"Sure but that's easy when there isn't very much. That isn't always possible if there is a lot."

Bill prayed in a microsecond that his temptress would demonstrate the point. His mind flashed with that image but it wasn't melted ice cream that overflowed from her mouth and it wasn't a peach that had provided it.

Shannon did not disappoint. This time she used the spoon filled to the brim with rich melted ice cream. Raising it over her open mouth, she poured the cream onto her tongue. Of course some of it slid to the back of her throat but she intentionally let most of the white liquid slide to either side and down onto her chin where is continued in separate rivulets along her neck and onto her chest. She swallowed what was in her mouth and again ended it with a smile, this time with cream still coating her teeth. Bill was mesmerized.

"So what about you Bill? How do you like to enjoy fruit and cream?"

It took Bill a moment before he could respond. His immediate attention was to the droplets and trickles of melted ice cream that slowly moved down Shannon's neck and chest.

"Well for guys, as you know, the process is different." He removed a glazed blueberry from his bowl and placed it between his lips and very deftly talked while he conducted a demonstration of his own.

"It's more important that guys use the proper technique. Not too rough to irritate the tender flesh of the fruit but not to soft either because what would be the point. Patience, tenderness, finesse. That's what counts."

With precise control, Bill moved the small blueberry sphere between his lips from one edge of his mouth to the other, guiding it with his tongue. Shannon felt an increase in the tingling and dampening between her legs as if that part of her body had eyes of its own and was watching in aroused amazement as Bill manipulated the tiny berry. 

Before Bill consumed the delicious morsel he shifted the attention back to Shannon by stating with approval, "Well I can clearly see that you definitely like to swallow."

"Oh suppose so," Shannon teased. "But it may be overrated. There are plenty of other things to do that are just as enjoyable."

"Do tell," Bill encouraged. 

"Well, when the cream is rich and thick, it feels very good on my skin."

This time Shannon chose a strawberry and it dripped the white cream onto her chest where it promptly slid down between her breasts, underneath the string between the two triangles of her top, and down onto her stomach. The little that completed the trip ended by pooling in her navel. Only then did she suck the strawberry into her mouth and eat it.

Bill leaned into Shannon, kissing her deeply on the mouth, tasting the wonderful sweetness of the strawberry. As he did, he reached around her neck and pulled the bow of her top, untying it but not pulling it down. 

He kissed down Shannon's neck and then between her breasts, kissing and licking along the trail of melted ice cream. Bill's kissing sent shivers through Shannon's body completely unlike any that could be caused simply by cold melted ice cream. Her skin came alive with tiny goose bumps.

As his tongue dipped into her navel he remarked, "My my. You certainly taste very good." His comment had little to do with fruit and ice cream. The same could be said for his next comment as well. "And you smell good too."

Shannon was beginning to loose herself to her sensations. This was now all about sex and nothing to do with dessert. As Bill completed his nibbling at her navel she dipped a finger into the cream filled bowl and dribbled it onto the top of her bathing suit. The melted but still cool cream caused her nipple beneath to quickly harden and become very visible through the thin fabric.

Just as Shannon was making a return trip from the bowl, Bill drew the untied string down, exposing her erect nipple as the droplets of ice cream arrived. Her nipple became even more taught as the cream slid around either side and down the lower portion of her breast.

Bill leaned toward her again, his mouth surrounding Shannon's rock hard nipple. His tongue slowly swirled around the hard bud and along the edge of her sensitive areola.  To encourage him further, she again dripped ice cream onto her breast. Bill was all too happy to use his tongue to collect and guide it over her nipple.

Bill withdrew and was formulating his next move.

"I see what you mean," he said with a devilish smile. "There are plenty of ways to enjoy this cream without swallowing." He untied the string bow on Shannon's hip but like before, did not yet uncover her. "I certainly love ice cream but then again...", his voice trailed off as he reached for something out of his bowl. "... one would never want to overwhelm the natural taste of things.

"I know exactly what you mean Bill", Shannon replied as she slid her hand along his thigh and up under his bathing suit, stopping just short of touching anything else. It was her way of saying that if much more was to come of this, his swim suit would have to go.

Bill picked up a slice of peach but let just about all of the dripping cream fall back into the bowl. He slowly slid the peach across Shannon's lower abdomen, his hand making its way across to the untied bikini bottom string.

Bill was pulling the tiny bikini aside when Shannon mockingly asked, "So what do you intend to do with that peach?"

"I just thought I would try this with a little bit of honey instead of cream," he replied.

Shannon was now exposed to Bill. Stepping away from their playfulness for just a moment, Bill said in barely above a whisper, "You are so very lovely."

Shannon slowly parted her legs, exposing her moist and pouty lips. Her fine wisps of pubic hair were trimmed to just a small area atop her mons leaving her entrance visible and inviting.

Bill chose the peach slice intentionally. He used it as a surrogate penis and slid it teasingly up and down her lips. Just as if it had been the real thing, the sensations created that same strong desire in Shannon for penetration. She spread her legs further, her lips parted, exposing her moist opening.

Bill smiled as he looked down at Shannon, her eyes closed, lost in her anticipation of sensations yet to come. He moved the peach along her lips, moving over her opening and to her clitoris. A burst of excitation shot through Shannon's prone form causing her to shudder. Her body enthusiastically produced more warm and slippery wetness. Bill dipped the fruit just partway into Shannon providing her with only a faint sense of satisfaction. Although very pleasurable, it had created an even stronger desire to be filled completely.

Bill removed the fruit piece, now coated with Shannon's juices. Shannon opened her eyes and sat up in the lounge and asked, "So now what are you going to do with that?"

"Why eat it, of course. I absolutely love honey."

Bill seductively slid the peach slice across his lips and then into his mouth. Shannon's sweat juices excited every taste bud on his tongue. That was all that was needed to complete the full erection beneath Bill's swim suit.

He continued, "Mmmmm. That was very, very nice but to be honest, I prefer to enjoy honey directly from the source." Bill's fingers now pressed gently at her entrance.

"I'd like that," Shannon whispered back just before her lips reached his in a sensual kiss.

While their tongues lapped playfully at the tastes of fruit, cream and other delicacies, Shannon's hand moved up Bill's leg, slid beneath his suit and came to rest on his hard cock. Her fingers deftly slid along his shaft and over the head.

"So," she began. "You've had some honey and now there seems to be some syrup for me. She withdrew her hand. With droplets of precum on her finger tips she slid them over her lips and into her mouth. "May I have some more please?"

Without waiting for an answer, she leaned forward again and reached for either side of Bill's suit. With his help, they soon were down and gone.

They both looked down at his swollen member. Shannon wrapped her fingers around his shaft and slowly stroked him. Each motion upward expelled more of his lubricant. It slipped down to Shannon's hand, making her efforts easier and all the more enjoyable for both of them.

When there was ample precum coating the head of Bill's cock, Shannon leaned down and dipped her tongue into the droplets still oozing from the tiny opening. A thin glycerin strand connected her lips with the head of his cock while she said, "Oh I like that very much!"

Leaning in again, she slid her lips over the head of Bill's cock with the sole purpose of enjoying the feeling of his slippery precum. With that task complete, she removed her hand and slid his cock past her lips and deep into her mouth. Her tongue lapped at his sensitive underside as he went deeper into her wet mouth. It was the taste of him that she now wanted. Bill moaned softly with each movement of Shannon's tongue. Shannon moved up and down Bill's shaft. Each time the effect was the same as when she had stroked him. At each apex, precum left his cock and coated her tongue.

Bill placed his hands at Shannon's shoulders and moved her up. His cock slid from her mouth and lay wet on his abdomen. She spoke through strands of precum that stretched across her lips.

"Why did you stop me?" she said with a smile. "I'll bet if I kept that up, we would be back to the subject of cream!"

That teasing statement of course created an erotic image so intense in Bill's mind that he almost took her up on it.

"In due time my love but I still haven't enjoyed my honey the way I prefer."

Now it was Shannon's mind that flashed with intense imagery.

"Ok, if you insist. It's all yours," she playfully conceded.

She laid back down, her legs now astride the lounge. She could not have been more exposed to him. Bill laid with his chest down on the lounge, his hand wrapping under Shannon's thighs and cupping her firm buttocks. It was with great ease that Bill lifted the petite Shannon up just a bit, bringing her womanhood to an inch of his lips.

Bill savored the moment for this was anything but a chore for him. This was a most enjoyable pleasure that should never be rushed. Shannon's body did everything to prepare for Bill's attentions and to arouse him. She lay there open, her lips full, very pink and swollen. Dampness was everywhere. Her scent was sweetly strong and musky and drove straight to the core of Bill's olfactory pleasure center.

His tongue was the first to tough her. The sensation shot through Shannon's body like a lightning bolt the instant his tongue touched one of her lips. His tongue now enjoyed the taste of Shannon. Bill's tongue played teasingly with Shannon's lips, lapping across her opening, only occasionally brushing along the hood of her clitoris. He was driving Shannon crazy. He knew exactly how to both torment and please. He kept the two in perfect balance. He provided all the sensations that Shannon needed but never as much as she wanted.

"Stick it in Bill," she whispered. "Stick your tongue into me, please."

Bill gleefully complied. He pressed his extended tongue past her lips and into her opening, immersing it in her scented juices which pleased him very much. They both moaned as he penetrated her but for different reasons; she because something was finally addressing that need to be filled and he from the wonderful saturation of his senses of taste and smell. She gently held her hands aside his head to encourage him to stay and continue.

It was an encouragement that he did not need. Bill's tongue probed into her, caressing her inner flesh, encouraging her juices to flow even more, wetting his tongue, lips and face. The wetter she got, the slipperier they both became and her scent and taste became more intense. Neither of them could have been happier.

With his tongue still tickling inside of Shannon, Bill used his lips to caress and massage her lips. More and more attention was being paid to her swollen clitoris as well. It was a steadily increasing pace that was driving Shannon right to orgasm. Shannon removed all doubt as to how she wanted this to end.

"Make me come Bill!" she pleaded. "I want to come on your face. Oh, yes. Like that. You make me feel so good! Keep going. Faster. Make me come!" she moaned.

Bill withdrew his tongue and now concentrated more on the outside of her pussy. He drew her slicked lips between his own, teasing and nibbling them. His tongue danced around her clit, bringing her ever closer to orgasm. One wetted finger slipped into Shannon. She let out a gasp a second entered her. Bill stroked her dripping insides while his mouth worked wonders on her lips and clit.

"I'm close Bill," Shannon said breathlessly. "Don't stop. Oh please don't stop! I'm coming."

Bill quickened the pace to throw Shannon over the edge of orgasm. His fingers fucked her firmly but not roughly. His mouth now enveloped her clitoris and he massaged her with both tongue and wet lips.

Over the edge she fell. She moaned and spoke few words as her orgasm racked her petite frame. Bill felt a hard clenching around his fingers from deep within her body followed by countless lesser twitches and spasms. His fingers and then his mouth quickly became even wetter as her cum seeped from her pussy. Without losing his attention to her clit, Bill lapped at all she had to give, savoring every aspect of her taste and luscious texture.

Shannon's orgasm was subsiding but was not yet over when Bill suddenly left her. His fingers and mouth were now gone from her pussy. She opened her eyes to see Bill change his position. She reached for him almost in panic. How could he abandon her at most critical moment! He moved further up her body. She looked down to see his erect cock poised at her opening. An obscene strand of precum dangled and swung from the engorged tip.




Honey, Syrup, and Cream



In one swift motion he was deep within her. Shannon let out a deep gasp. Finally! This is what was needed to end the monstrous orgasm. It could now run its course with that perfect filling sensation that only a cock can provide. With Bill now in a steady thrusting pace a smaller second orgasm swept over Shannon. This time her internal spasms and secretions were enjoyed by Bill's thrusting cock. They both enjoyed the wet sounds of sex.

Bill kept moving in and out of Shannon as that last aftershock orgasm subsided. Her mind started to clear, her breathing started to be more regular. She looked up at Bill and just swooned contently. Her cum was everywhere on his face. A droplet hung from his nose and swayed in rhythm to his measured thrusting.

"I must say Bill, you do like your honey. There's quite a bit of it still on your face."

"I can think of nothing more enjoyable," Bill replied and ran his tongue over his lips to punctuate the remark.

"Would you mind sharing? I would like a kiss." Shannon asked.

Without waiting for an answer, Shannon took Bill's face in her hands and drew him down. She kissed him firmly, her lips easily sliding on the cum that covered his. Her tongue extended and licked the juices from his face but not before Bill's tongue joined hers so they could share what remained. All the while Bill kept up the thrusting that was serving both their needs.

"I enjoyed that very much," Bill remarked.

"Which part?" Shannon asked still trying to catch her breath. "A lot just went on."

"All of it of course. You taste and smell just wonderful. I could never get enough of you but I especially enjoyed that last part."

"Oh so you like the idea of me tasting my own honey."

"I must admit I do," Bill confessed.

"Does it get you all hot just thinking about me licking my cum?"

Bill just shuddered at the thought of those words. For a moment it was difficult for him to concentrate on the steady pace he was trying to maintain.

In a very sexy voice Shannon whispered into his ear, "Would you like me to do it again?"

A simple, "yes" was all Bill could muster.

Although it was a bit awkward, Shannon managed to get her hand underneath her thigh and between her legs. She firmly wrapped her fingers around his wet balls and stroked them gently.

"My, your balls feel so wonderful and soft," she cooed. "And wet too."

Her hand made its way to his thrusting shaft that was wetter still with her cum. She gripped his cock as best she could, letting it slide between her fingers to wet them. She brought her hand back to her face and slid her slick fingers across her lips leaving them glazed in her juices. She then slipped them between her lips and with exaggerated movements for Bill's benefit and licked them clean. Bill laid down on Shannon and kissed her lips and face to retrieve and share her taste.

"So now what, Bill?" Shannon asked as the two of them steadily rocked in unison on the lounge chair.

"Huh? What do you mean?" 

Bill was having a very hard time keeping a steady thrusting pace. Shannon was very much enjoying the feeling of Bill's cock moving in and out of her pussy but yet another orgasm was not an immediate concern of hers. But for Bill, his orgasm was very much on his mind.

"Well we started this whole thing discussing cream and the best ways to enjoy it. We've had a bit if syrup and plenty of honey but no cream yet. So what do we do now?"

"A good question," Bill managed to utter. "So what are our options?"

"Oh you are a nasty devil, aren't you? Do you want me to tell you? Would you like that?"

"Yes, please do." Bill started to thrust harder.

The use of metaphors had come to an end. The talk was now purely sexual with the intent to excite and titillate.

"Well let's see," Shannon began in a deliberately sensual tone. "We can keep right on doing what we're doing and you can come in my pussy. I'd love for you to shoot your warm cum deep into me. I like feeling of it filling me. Then you could keep fucking me like this until we both felt it start to run out of my pussy. Oh that would be very nice but I don't think that is what either of us has in mind. How about we save that for another time. This time however, it must end up in my mouth!"

Bill was having a very difficult time of things. Shannon's nasty talk only made his efforts tougher and his orgasm closer. Shannon knew her teasing was bringing Bill to the very edge and that is exactly what she wanted. His thrusting was now deeper but becoming more erratic. His orgasm was building. 

Shannon took it all to another level. She wanted to verbally excite and maybe even shock Bill. She continued with very deliberate tones, "I could take your spurting cock deep into my mouth and have you fill it with your hot cum. I could swallow everything or I could at least try. You never know. I might not be able to take it all in."

Bill just grunted. His mind and body were on the verge of overload.

"Or we can give up the pretense all together. We could do it all out in the open. We could both watch your cock spurt out thick cum into my open mouth. You could see it on my mouth, on my tongue. I can let it drip out and get all over me. So what will it be, hon?" she said with a very sexy smile.

Bill's mind fabricated moving images each of each scenario as Shannon went through her descriptions. All were very appealing. Finally he did manage a barely intelligible answer as his thrusting became more intense.

"The... the... last. The last one."

"Ok sweetheart. I thought what is what you would like," Shannon now whispered into his ear tenderly. "I'll take good care of you. Are you ready yet? Are you about to come? Wait until the last moment. Keep fucking me just like this until you can't stand it any longer. Keep thrusting your cock in and out of my wet pussy until you are right on the edge. Then, only then, give it to me. Bring your cock, all covered with my cum right up to my mouth."

Bill had very much reached that point. "Oh Shannon! I'm so close! I'm going to come!"

"Well give it to me Bill. Give me your cock so you can come in my mouth!"

Bill pulled his cock quickly from her pussy and now straddled the lounge where the naked Shannon lay. His legs were aside her chest, his engorged cocked poised before her mouth, wet and scented with her juices.

Shannon grabbed his buttocks with both hands and extended her tongue but did not draw him in. She caressed the underside of his cock while she slid it about her face, smearing her juices across her mouth.

"Mmm," she moaned. "Plenty of my cum, very sweet and slippery."

Shannon now drew Bill's thick cock deep into her mouth, her tongue running along the sensitive underside. Her head bobbed back and fourth, restoring the sensations that Bill had felt when thrusting in and out of Shannon's delightful pussy. Precum and pussy juices collected at the edge of Shannon's lips. Bill very much wanted to lick them and share the taste with his lover but that was just not possible at the moment. Faster Shannon sucked at Bill's cock.  She knew he was on the verge of orgasm. She felt his cock swell in her mouth, expelling a huge amount of precum onto her tongue.

Shannon managed to provide the last encouragement that Bill would need, "That's it Bill. Come for me. Now! Come in my mouth!"

Bill's body tensed. His back stiffened, his hips trust forward and then stopped. His face looked skyward and he let out a deep groan. Bill's cock was motionless, halfway in Shannon's mouth and resting on her tongue. She finally felt a hard knot form at its base. Of course she knew what that was. It surged up his shaft and when it reach the end, the head of his cock swelled and one long thick stream of cum spurt out from the head. It slid over her tongue and splashed at the roof of her partially open mouth. Instantly, Shannon's mouth sprang alive with the thick, warm and slightly salty taste of cum. It filled the back of her throat. Her tongue prevented any from going down any further. The thick white cream bathed her tongue in a warm filmy softness. It filled her enough to reach the lower corners of her mouth. She made no gestures to swallow or anything else. Her nose filled with the scent of his cum.

Bill looked down now and watched Shannon slide his cock from her lips. Cum coated her mouth in strands that bridged her lips. Droplets had formed at the both corners of her mouth. He could see her tongue coated in the creamy film of his ejaculate. Shannon pumped Bill's cock with her hand to maintain the intensity of his orgasm. She smiled up at Bill through sperm coated lips, his orgasm raged on. 

Shannon did indeed want to give Bill a show. She held the tip of his cock at the center of her tongue. Another long squirt of semen spat from the head, this time stretching in an obscene strand off her tongue and up against her cheek. Another followed, splashing against her tongue, onto her teeth and settling in a pool in her mouth.

Bill's orgasm was diminishing. Cum no longer left his cock in strong streams. With each muscular contraction it came out in large thick pulsing dribbles. Shannon made sure each one hit her extended tongue first. Usually a portion added to the pool in her mouth and the rest overflowed at the corners, dribbling in rivulets down her cheek and onto her neck.

Bill was all but spent. A long stringy strand of cum dangled from the tip of his cock that eventually broke and fell onto Shannon's chest. Bill looked down at Shannon and she back up at him. Her tongue was still extended, covered in thick dollops of warm cum. Her mouth was filled with the liquefying semen. Stringy white webs of cum crisscrossed her open mouth. A white streak loosely clung to her cheek.

Bill moved more upright but still straddled the lounge. His semi-erect cock oozed the last droplets of cum. Slowly Shannon drew her tongue in and closed her mouth. Bill assumed that he would next see a slight bulge at Shannon's throat signaling the swallowing of his seed. A delightful gesture to be sure but not what Shannon had in mind.

Shannon rose up, her arms propping her in almost a sitting position. She dared not speak. Her mouth was completely filled with thick warm cum but she did manage to smile as she looked down at her cum-dotted body with contented approval. The contents of her mouth were thinning with the addition of her saliva but it was still all very warm. The taste of the man was intense but very enjoyable. Her tongue moved through the viscous fluid. It felt soft on her tongue like the caress of fine velvet.

She very much enjoyed having a mouth full of Bill's cum but it was time for that to change. Looking again back up at Bill, her smile broadened but she did not part her lips. Their seal however was anything but perfect. Slowly, Shannon moved her tongue forward. White cum emerged from her mouth. It slipped uniformly over her lower lip and began covering her chin in an erratic sheet. Soon it dangled in irregular strands as more and more and more of it came from her closed mouth. She kept looking up at Bill while slowly moving her head from one side to the other and back again. Cum oozed from her lips and dribbled in thick bands off her chin, down her neck, onto her chest and across her breasts. In the end, she opened her mouth with a broad smile so Bill could easily see the last of his cum being pressed over her teeth and lips, clinging everywhere as if not wanting to leave the safety of her luscious mouth. Inevitably it did leave and joined the rest that now covered her in a slick slippery mess.

Shannon moved closer to Bill and gently wrapped her hand around his still pulsing but spent cock. She extended her coated tongue that was covered in a thin milky film and collected the last white droplet to emerge from the head. She withdrew her tongue, carefully displaying the cum at the tip as it entered her mouth. She then swallowed for the first time. A shudder rocked through Bill's entire body.

"Oh my God!" Bill exclaimed. His legs were wobbly and had trouble holding him up. He sat down on Shannon's thighs, his balls nesting quite naturally against her damp pussy, his cock lying gently on her lower abdomen.

"That was so hot! I have never seen or experienced anything like that in my life!"

"I thought you might like that," she said, again with an impish smile. "I liked it too."

Shannon ran her tongue over her coated lips, savoring the taste as if she was retrieving what was left of a hastily eaten ice cream cone.

"Half the fun was watching your face. I thought you were going to pass out when I started dribbling your cum from my mouth."

Bill felt his cock jump from an instant inrush of blood.

"You're right. I didn't expect that. I thought you were going to.."

"Yeah. That's what I figured. Didn't we cover that earlier? Swallowing is fine but I think over rated."

"Shannon," Bill started to affirm. "I would be glad to yield to your judgment every time!"

"Well thank you Bill," Shannon said half mockingly. "Now if you will get off of me and sit right there next to me, there is one more thing I need to do."

Bill of course assumed that Shannon wanted to clean up a bit. After all, cum still streaked her face and neck and was slowly dripping down her chest and breasts. Some had managed to trickle down her stomach and pool in her navel. They both could smell the deep manly scent but only Bill could feel and smell the little of Shannon's cum that was still on his face.

Once Bill was seated next to Shannon she began, "You know, you think this all may have been for you but this sort of thing turns me on immensely. I get so excited knowing that what I am doing is sexy and arousing to a man. If you get hot watching your cum shoot into my mouth and onto my body, then so do I."

Shannon parted her legs and moved one hand between them. She began playing lightly with the lips of her pussy. The index finger of her other hand was sliding over her now very erect nipple, well lubricated by both ice cream and cum. Bill's hand fell naturally into his lap and onto his recovering cock. It definitely needed a comforting stroke.

Shannon continued, "I guess I am a bit of an exhibitionist. I get so wet when I know I am exciting to a man. See?"

Shannon spread her legs a bit further and used her fingers to separate her lips. She was indeed very wet. She glistened in the sunlight. A quick clench and release closed and opened her opening, her wetness coated her everywhere.

Bill's erection had returned. It demanded attention and so he had no choice but to keep a steady stroke to quell the building sexual anxiety.

"Keep doing that for me Bill," Shannon asked. "I like that very much. Will you stroke it for me until you come? That is so arousing; to know a guy is stroking himself because he is turned on by looking at me."

"If you keep doing what you're doing, I'll have no trouble at all," Bill retorted.

"Oh I would be glad to."

Shannon elevated her attentions by pinching her nipple harder than before. Her hand left her pussy for just a moment to recover a bit of his cum from her chest. Her fingers then went right to her clit and she rubbed it quite rapidly, making herself gasp with delight. Her middle finger plunged deep into her pussy and she moved in and out for just a few strokes before a second finger joined. Her pace quickened. Faster and faster her fingers served as a surrogate cock, filling her and leaving her, driving her to another orgasm. The palm of her hand rubbed from side to side making sure her clitoris received constant attention.

They both went silent, each focusing on watching the other and pleasing themselves. Shannon was mesmerized watching Bill stroking himself, his hand wrapped around his long hard cock, precum again seeping from the opening every time he stroked up its length. Bill too was enjoying the sight before him. Thoroughly adorable Shannon laid before him, naked, his cum still very evident on her face, neck, and torso. Her legs were splayed open and wet her fingers were thrusting in and out of her pussy.

The end of the perfect storm was building. They both were near their climaxes but Shannon would be the first. Her breath became very deep but erratic. She took in and released air in gasps with each orgasmic contraction. Bill watched her abdominal muscles tighten in spasms knowing that her fingers were being clenched hard at the same time.

"I.. I'm.. coming," were words Shannon breathlessly uttered before her orgasm racked through her body with full force.

Bill's stroking became faster. Watching Shannon in the throes of orgasmic bliss just heightened the desire for his own.

"Kiss me!" she pleaded.

Bill rose and started kissing Shannon while still managing to stroke his cock.

Shannon moved erratically beneath Bill but their kisses were still able to be deep and passionate. Their lips slid effortlessly across each other, aided by both saliva and remaining semen. Their tongues probed deeply into each other's mouth, teasing, licking, fondling. They could smell and taste each other, not as separate scents or tastes, but as something different, better, a blend of the essences of a man and a woman. Finally, while they still were kissing, Shannon's climax faded into dull shudders. Her thrusting slowed just enough to bring herself down gently.

Through sticky kissing lips she purred, "That was so very good!"

Before Bill could manage a reply, Shannon's hand left her pussy and she brought it up between their faces. Her fingers were soaked in female cum, the scent musky, alluring, and intoxicating. Shannon slid her fingers across Bill's lips, a mere inch or so away from her own. He eagerly licked them, savoring the wonderful taste of female ecstasy.

Shannon's lips and tongue now joined Bill's. Her other hand moved down to surround Bill's that was moving up and down his cock.

"Come for me Bill. Let me feel it. I want to feel you cum in my hand."

They kissed in furious passion.  The pace of their joint stroking quickened until Bill reached the pinnacle. Like Shannon before, Bill's breathing turned erratic and he could no longer manage any kissing. His eyes closed and his body tightened. The stroking stopped. Their grip tightened. Shannon felt Bill's cock swell and pulse. She felt the internal pumping that was surely delivering cum to release. Shannon felt Bill's warm cum spurt out, quickly seeping between their fingers. Several more times Bill's cock ejected slippery cum until every gap and crevice in their intertwined hands was filled. When the pulsating spurting had stopped, only then did they resume a very slow stroking that was now greatly lubricated by the abundant cum that clung to everything.

Their kissing resumed. It was slower and much more deliberate. They were the kisses of warmth, affection, and appreciation for the pleasure the other had provided. Shannon was the first to remove her hand from their joint grip. Instinctively she brought it to between her legs again. She used her cum slicked fingers to gently massage her pussy, to quell the faint desire for more stimulation.

Bill's hand now left his cock. Following Shannon's earlier lead he brought his hand to between their lips. White strands of sticky cum stretched between his fingers. She understood the gesture and enthusiastically licked and sucked the cum from his hand. When she was finished, their arms wrapped around each other in a deep satisfying hug, their naked bodies sealed in sexual wetness. They kissed again, the final punctuation for a most erotic afternoon.



Honey Trap



As the door to the apartment closed, he was perilously aware of the game he was playing...six weeks ago he'd been in his home country, not knowing what his next assignment held...

***

"Good morning director," he said as he entered the office of the most secretive person in the country.

"Good morning Jacobsen," was the reply. "As I'm a bit pressed for time I'll fill you in on this next assignment quickly..."

The director had outlined the goal...intelligence gathering, but not a surveillance assignment.

"This will be a honey trap," he said, "and you're the bait..."

"Who's my subject?" Jacobsen had asked.

"A key player in UMC..." he replied. "Antony Mortlock. 35, single, lives in an apartment in the mid city to allow him to indulge his preferences. You will be set up in your own apartment in town, wired for sound and video. Get him to your place, seduce him and have sex with him on a regular basis. When the relationship is established, you will begin to blackmail him."

He sat stunned for a moment or two...a honey trap, but with another man...he was stunned.

"I'm not gay, sir," said Jacobsen quietly. 

"I'm well aware of that Agent Jacobsen. I also know that you've been trained to know that your own sexuality has little to do with the assignment. Your country needs you, and it needs you to be interested in men. You will do this...but not unprepared. Report to level 5 in an hour; here are your orders. As always, please incinerate the folder once you have memorised the content." 

The director handed a manila folder to Jacobsen, sealed and labelled "Eyes Only". Jacobsen stood, acknowledged the director and headed to his office to research the file.

***

As he waited for his visitor he relived those first moments in his office. The file gave some detail, though not too much. There was a picture of a man with regular features -- at least he wasn't bad to look at. There was some detail about his life, and a reminder of the country's attitude to homosexuality -- if he was caught, he was likely to wind up with a knife under his ribs. 

The hour rolled by then he reported to level 5 -- he'd never been down here and didn't have any idea what he'd find. As he exited the elevator, he entered a stylishly decorated reception room. Not knowing what to expect, he remained standing. After a moment or two a tidily dressed young man came into the room. "Agent Jacobsen?" he asked

"Yes," Jacobsen replied.

"I'm Specialist Jason Goldberg, I'll be assisting you with preparation for your first meeting with Mortlock. Follow me please."

He turned and walked down the corridor; Jacobsen followed quietly.

***

Jacobsen heard footsteps approaching the door of his flat. Involuntarily he glanced up to one of the cameras...

***

Goldberg led you into a room in what appeared to be a hotel suite. They walked into the living area and he directed Jacobsen to take a seat at the dining table. Coffee organised Goldberg began outlining more information -- unverifiable, but still useful -- about Mortlock, his preferences, his career thus far with UMC and reasons for his importance to the organisation.

"On a personal level, he values intimacy. Our reports are that he is a tender lover, not rough, not forceful. He likes equality in bed, and though he tends to take the male role within the couple he does so in a gentle manner. Any questions so far?"

"None," Jacobsen replied.

"Good. Now, time for some practical training. Please move over to the sofa," Goldberg requested -- though in the tone of one who was used to being obeyed.

***

"Who is it?" Jacobsen asked in a firm voice.

"Antony," came the reply, "May I come in?"

Jacobsen moved to open the door.

***

He took his seat on the couch, watching Goldberg as he prepared to follow suit. The attractive young man was removing his suit jacket and his tie; when he had done so he joined Jacobsen on the couch.

"I'll be your coach in preparation for this assignment. I realise that you've not been with a man before, but in our situation this presents a problem." He moved closer almost unnoticeably, then continued.

"Mortlock will be introduced to you by someone who believes you are sexually experienced when it comes to other men." His hand started to caress Jacobsen's leg. "So you will need to be sexually experienced when it comes to men -- time for your first training session."

He leaned in and reached up to run his hand down the side of Jacobsen's face. As he reached Jacobsen's neck, he gently but firmly pulled him closer, beginning to kiss. Jacobsen thought about how to approach it then began to respond -- he was extremely nervous; didn't know what to expect, but decided just to let it happen.

Goldberg's kissing was turning him on. Just as gently the other man pulled away, offered him a hand up off the sofa and beckoned him to follow. They went to what Jacobsen assumed was the bedroom door...

***

They sat chatting for an hour or so, having a drink or two, until Jacobsen decided to take the initiative. He leaned towards Antony, removed the wine glass from his hand and pulled him close for a kiss...

***

Goldberg turned to him as he was removing his shirt -- he let that fall to the floor then stepped closer, undressing as he did so. Soon his trainer was standing in front of him wearing only a pair of briefs, and he was obviously aroused. Goldberg began to undress him, though there was no pause -- his own briefs were removed as well...he stood naked for the first time before another man who was looking at him sexually. "Time for some stage direction," the training officer said,"Take off my briefs and suck me..."

He moved forward and slipped the briefs to the floor. Goldberg's cock was hard and stood out from his body, ready for action. Jacobsen started to kiss his way down the other man's extremely well toned physique until he was on his knees. He took a moment to think about what he liked as a man, then began to do that to Goldberg.

His tongue licked the hard shaft from base to head, then he slipped his lips onto Goldberg's cock. The other man's hands moved down so he could run fingers through Jacobsen's hair.

He licked and sucked, running his lips up and down the length of Goldberg's hard cock. He reached around and grasped his butt and pulled him in closer. The trainer was moaning softly.

Goldberg pulled away from Jacobsen and again assisted him to the bed.

"Today's lesson will be swallowing..." he said in a throaty voice..."Lets get on the bed..."

***

They had kissed for what had seemed like hours, lost in pleasure -- odd though this had been for him in his own experience, he now enjoyed it on at least a physical level. Natural progression led them to the bedroom, kissing and undressing as they did, leaving a trail of clothes across the floor. At the bedside he reached for Antony's belt and helped him out of his trousers, boxers coming down at the same time. His target was naked: he gently but playfully pushed him back onto the bed and began to kiss his way up Antony's leg to his now rock hard cock.

***

They lay together, hands exploring each other's bodies and pulling on each other's cocks. Goldberg put his hands on Jacobsen's shoulders and began to guide him down towards his waiting cock. He kissed his way down the trainer's body. As he reached Goldberg's waist, he took the man's cock in his hand and started to pull...then he began to lick his way up the shaft.

"Mmmmmm...that's good," he was told, "Keep at it; use your tongue and ... ohhhh... suck as much into your mouth as you can. Keep it going...you must make me cumm today before we can finish..."

He followed the direction gratefully -- as creepy as this initial encounter was for him, he was realistic enough to know that his life may depend on getting to like it.

***

Licking, sucking, Antony's fingers running through his hair. As he ran his lips up and down Antony's shaft he could feel his mark shuddering with pleasure.

As Jacobsen continued, he could feel Antony tensing up - his breathing getting heavier and more laboured...the orgasm was on the way...he slowed..."Don't stop," Antony pleaded...

"I want you to cum inside me," he said in a quiet voice. Their eyes met.

***

Goldberg was almost there now; he'd started moving Jacobsen's head with his hands, a sort of reverse of thrusting into his mouth. "Mmm, that's it," he said, "Keep it...up...Yeesssss, yessss, ohhh" and with that his cum burst into Jacobsen's mouth. 

He'd tasted his own cum before -- most guys had he imagined -- but he'd never had the taste combined with the spurting power of an orgasm. He tried his best to swallow as much as he could but couldn't catch all of it in his mouth, choking just a little. Goldberg held his head in place as long as the orgasm lasted...when he was spent he pulled Jacobsen up, kissed him once again then asked him to lay down as he filled him in on some more details.

"From now through to the completion of the assignment, women are off limits, and as to men, I'll be your only partner until you depart. You'll be in place for three weeks prior to meeting the mark, and again, sex is off limits. You will be under surveillance, both for your own safety and to ensure you comply -- if you're caught with a woman by the mark, it's all over -- he'll leave and your value to this assignment will be destroyed.

"Read up on the mark, and head home. Report here at 9 am tomorrow for more training," he said, "Get dressed," 

He'd been dressing while he spoke, and was just finishing off his tie. "See you tomorrow"

***

Antony stood up and allowed Jacobsen to move to the bed. He crawled on over the top of him and kissed him, Jacobsen's hands massaging his cock as he did. Jacobsen had left some lube in fairly plain sight on the bedside table, and Antony reached for it, spreading some over his cock, with a bit more on the head than elsewhere. Hooking Jacobsen's legs over his shoulders he used the tip of his cock to smear that extra lube over Jacobsen's tight hole, then gradually started to ease inside...Jacobsen gasped with pleasure.

***

Day two he'd turned up for training to find the room empty. There was a note on the dining room table which simply read "SHOWER, GET INTO BED -- NO CLOTHES"

As instructed, he was slipping into bed when he heard the door open. No calling out, just noises from the other room...the shower starting, doors opening and closing, the shower finishing. Moments after that he saw a silhouette at the door -- it was Goldberg.

His cock was semi hard -- he paused for a moment then came into the room. "Make me hard" he said as he stood next to the bed. Jacobsen sucked his cock to hardness. Goldberg then straddled him, kissed him and worked his way down his body, licking, then sucking...his cock got incredibly hard...

He was repositioned on the side of the bed then Goldberg reached for a tube on the bedside -- looked like some lubricant...he mentally breathed a sigh of relief. The trainer lifted his legs over his shoulders then pressed the hard cock against his arse...it was tight, but slowly and surely he slipped it inside...

It was so weird -- not unpleasant, and certainly not painful as he would have imagined, but a totally new experience. As Goldberg slowly slipped in and out he closed his eyes and savoured the sensation...

"mmmm...yes..." 

The trainer paused for a moment, buried deep inside him and got a little bit of lube to start playing with his cock...as he thrusted into Jacobsen, his hands lubed up Jacobsen's cock and began to stimulate him. With each thrust, his hand slid along Jacobsen's shaft; with each thrust, they both got closer to cumming. Jacobsen started to spray his cum over the pair of them with a cry of ecstasy; shortly after that Goldberg tensed, cried out and Jacobsen felt his cock begin to spasm inside of him...

***

Similar to that first time, Antony was grasping his cock and stroking it, covered with lube, in time to his inward thrusts. Each time Jacobsen grunted in pleasure as the hard cock was thrust into his waiting arse, each time he breathed out in a gasp as he felt his own orgasm get closer.

***

Back at base, the director was watching this particular liaison via a secure internet feed with interest. "This is a dedicated man," he thought to himself. "He was totally horrified by this assignment, but he's given it his all. We have Mortlock within our reach now.." There was a knock at the door. 

***

Antony cried out his orgasm, arching his head back as he thrust in deeply. When the climax had subsided he slid his cock out of Jacobsen, wiped the lube off Jacobsen's cock then began to suck it. He wasn't far from orgasm, and Antony was a master of cock sucking -- Jacobsen had never had oral that was so good. Moments after the hot lips enclosed his shaft he burst forth into Antony's mouth; he'd moved his hands and was holding Antony's head in place as he slowly slid up and down his cock.

***

"What do you mean, you can't find Goldberg?" asked the director.

"Exactly that, director." replied the officer. "He didn't report for his shift today and we've searched his apartment -- no sign of life, in fact, it doesn't even look as though he's been living there for a number of weeks." 

The director felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

***

Antony was dressing, preparing to leave. Jacobsen was still lying naked in the bed, watching Mortlock as he dressed, doing his best to look like a satisfied lover -- not much of a stretch as he was, if he was totally honest with himself. He'd come around -- based on the physical pleasure alone. Not to say he wouldn't look forward to his next time with a woman, though, he thought with a wry smile of the mind.

"I enjoyed that," Antony said, coming over to the bed. A lingering final kiss before he left. He turned to walk away, then turned back as he reached the door -- too late, Jacobsen realised he had a silenced pistol in his hand -- it must have been hidden in his jacket. Two quick pulls of the trigger -- Jacobsen was dead, and Mortlock turned to leave the apartment.

***

"So, director, you're telling me we had a mole in our organisation and that both us and UMC were played off against each other."

"Yes minster," the director replied, "We've established that Goldberg and Mortlock were for another organisation, but on separate missions. Goldberg's assignment to this case was coincidental -- we've confirmed as far as possible that he had no prior knowledge of this operation. On instructions from his superiors, he prepared Jacobsen, but their organisation notified Mortlock -- Jacobsen became the mark, though Mortlock and Goldberg never gave that away. Jacobsen didn't even see it coming -- unfortunately neither did we."

"Case closed, then." said the minister. "We'll have to find another way to infiltrate the opposition. Pity, Jacobsen was a useful man."

"Yes sir," replied the director, his face expressionless. "He was."



Honey Trap



When Brezida stepped out of the stall, Jack was sitting on the loveseat across from the sinks. She hadn't heard the door open, hadn't heard his footfall against the black tile, but somehow his presence—even in the women's washroom—didn't shock her. After-hours at the restaurant, there was no telling what he might do. One leg crossed the other, his right ankle resting on his left knee. This was Jack's signature pose when seated, though Jack was almost always on his feet. 

His gaze followed her to the clear glass basin where she washed her hands, glancing over her shoulder to shoot him a smile. "I've been looking forward to this all day."

"Looking forward to what?" he asked, rising to his feet. The innocence of his tone bordered on snide.

"You know what," she replied, unzipping her purse. "All evening, I couldn't wait to lock the front door, send home the staff and wait for the owner to corner me."

"Brezida," Jack whispered into her hair, hovering close behind her as she bent toward the mirror to freshen her lipstick. Even on a store mannequin, that low-cut wrap-around dress would have given him a hard-on. Oh, who was he kidding? He'd be drooling if he caught a glimpse of it on a wire hanger. But the classy striped dress, just barely clinging to Brezida's flesh, beckoned him all through her shift. 

"Brazilian Brezida," he growled, digging her tits out of her black lace bra. They were perfect. Firm but yielding, they seemed to melt into his hands. He pressed them together, watching in the mirror as her cleavage augmented threefold. 

"I'm from El Salvador, you ignorant low-life," Brezida teased, rubbing her ass against him.

He took in a sharp breath and the familiar scent of her perfume filled his lungs. As she massaged his hard cock with her fleshy posterior, Jack ran both hands down the front of her dress. "I wasn't talking countries of origin."

Brezida smirked, spreading her legs. When he rubbed her pussy through the smooth fabric of that erection-enhancing dress, she writhed against his hand. "You want a Brazilian?" she murmured, grasping his fingers as she lifted her skirt. "Here it is." 

When he plunged his eager fingers beneath her sheer g-string, she guided them down her baby-smooth mound and between her soft lips. Her slit was bursting with juice when he slid his fingers inside. God, he couldn't wait to fuck her, and she'd be begging for it in a minute, but Jack liked to take his time, to tease his managing partner. He rubbed her clit, stepping backward and pulling up the hem of her dress so they could watch in the mirror. Brezida let her g-string fall to the floor. Her big tits heaved as she writhed against Jack's hand. 

Her stiletto heel stabbed his toe when she pushed against him, forcing him down on the sofa.

"You just can't wait for it, can you?" he said with a devilish smirk.

"I can't wait to fuck you." Her breath was hot on his lips. "I can't wait to feel your huge cock in my cunt. I can't wait to throw my tits in your face and feel your tongue all over them."

Jack could take a hint. As she fished a condom from the depths of her purse, he pressed his face into her breasts until he could barely breathe. "God, I love your tits!"

"I love your cock," she cooed, rubbing its drooling tip through his black slacks. She undid his belt and the fly of his pants, his firm erection from his jockey shorts and stroking it between her palms. "Just taking this huge thing in my hands gets me so wet."

"Does it? Does my cock turn you on?"

"Oh yeah," she growled, slipping a condom down the length of his firm shaft. With the snap of latex, his cock pulsed against her palm. 

"How about this?" he asked, sucking her aroused nipple into his mouth. 

Brezida moaned, throwing her head back so her long black hair landed against his balls. "I love that!"

"What else?" Jack asked, switching tits. "Tell me what else turns you on."

Smacking her clit with his sheathed hard-on, she turned toward the frosted glass of the women's bathroom door. Some figment of her imagination must have given her a fright, because she paused, distracted, staring at the brushed nickel door handle like it was about to turn. She shook her head, sending black hair flailing. "I think we have rats."

"What restaurant doesn't?" he replied with a shrug. "Come on, now, sit on my cock." 

She hovered over him like she might change her mind, like she might decide she didn't want to fuck him today after all. A keen smirk bled across her lips as she grasped the base of his shaft. Falling on his firm cock, she let it pierce her core. She cried out like its mass was killing her, and her thrill sent a shiver right through him. Pulling her close, he sucked hard on her tits. 

"You want to know what turns me on?" she cried, running her hands through his hair. She spoke loudly, almost shouting. "You want to know what really turns me on, Jack Bannerman? That you're here with me while you're wife's at home in bed. I love that you lie to her. I love that you fuck me every night after the restaurant closes and she's totally clueless about it."

"Yeah?" Jack asked with a breathy laugh. 

"Really? That gets you hot?" 

"Oh yes, Jack Bannerman. Or should I say Mayor Bannerman?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," Jack gushed, warmed by her confidence. "The election's two weeks away."

"Oh, you'll win it, Jack," Brezida cried, hurling herself at his cock. Her pussy devoured it all the way to the root, until he was swimming in her juices. She was so wet her nectar streamed through his pubic hair, soaking his balls. 

"Doesn't it turn you on, Jack Bannerman? Doesn't it get you hot, knowing this whole town thinks you're Mr Morality? And here you are every night, getting fucked by a slut from the restaurant."

Did it turn him on? Jack growled like a grizzly. He pressed her tits together and drove his face between them, licking them, sucking them, kissing them in a frenzy. "Brezida!" he howled, bucking up at her so she bounced in his lap. "Yeah, give it to me, you little slut. Your tits are mine!"

"Shit, yeah, Mr Mayor. My tits are yours!" she cried, licking his ear.

"You think you can give it up around town, but your tight cunt is mine. You're all mine."

"I'm all yours, Mayor Bannerman!"   

Releasing her breasts, he grasped her hips, holding her body still as he drove his hard cock up inside her. She threw her head back and opened her sweet red lips. Her tits heaved and fell, bouncing with every thrust he issued. As her long hair fell against his throbbing balls, Jack pressed his face against her chest, crying out. 

She pulled away from him, leaning back until her hands were behind her, resting on his knees, and he couldn't reach her nipples. "Say my name."

"Brezida!" he cried, and she leaned forward so he could press his face into her luscious tits as he came. Gasping, he looked up into her eyes. 

"Wow! That was fucking incredible."

"Shit, yeah it was, Mayor Bannerman," she agreed, lovingly petting his cheek as she assessed him with large hazel eyes.

Crawling from his lap, she collapsed on the sofa as Jack stood up to lose the condom and wash the tell-tale pussy juice from his pants. She tucked her tits back into her bra and arranged her dress as he headed for the bathroom door.

"You're leaving?" she hollered as he reached for the handle.

Turning on his heels, he asked, "Do I have your permission?"  

She stared at the frosted glass door, wide-eyed.

"Afraid of the rats?" Jack laughed.

Snapping back into reality, Brezida teased, "If I had an aversion to rats, I wouldn't be fucking you every night."

Grinning, Jack opened the door and sauntered between the tables stacked with chairs. "Hasta mañana, Brezida," he sang, locking the door on his way out.

She waited half a minute before whispering, "Valentine? Where the hell are you, you son of a bitch?" Creeping out of the bathroom, she scanned the restaurant. "I thought for sure Jack was going to see you scurrying beside the washroom door."

Rising up from behind the bar, the man in black jeans and a turtleneck sweater replied, "I never have to deal with this bullshit when I shoot weddings." 

"Like hell you don't," she scoffed. "I've heard all about those bridezillas—they're a hell of a lot worse than me. So, I guess you didn't get any shots, huh?"

"Through the frosted glass? How could I? Well, I mean, I took a few but you just look like a pair of blobs."

"Shit." 

"How was I supposed to know you'd end up screwing in the bathroom? You said you usually fuck on the dining tables or on the bar."

"We do," she said, puzzled. "Do you think Jack's on to us?" 

"Don't ask me," the artiste replied, fiddling with his camera before setting it down on the bar. "Why are you after incriminating photos anyway?"

"I already told Carmina; do you two never talk? There's a rumour going around that if Jack wins the election, he'll get his brother Paul to take over the restaurant. Paul doesn't know shit about the business, and on top of that he hates my guts. I've poured too much of my soul into this place to see it crumble."

"So, this is purely business blackmail?" Valentine asked, oozing with scepticism.

"Yes," she replied, folding her arms across her chest.

"Nothing personal at all?"  

"No."

She stared him down, but he didn't budge. 

Valentine looked her over, up her legs, across her chest, through her hair. "You could model, you know."

Brezida rolled her eyes. "Hardly! My ass is huge..." She turned to show him, giving it a little spank. The clingy fabric of her dress rippled at the attention. "But then, Carmina mentioned you were an ass man."

"Yeah, but I'm distraught that you put your tits away," he flirted. "I heard through the door that they're spectacular."

"Jack seems to like them." Brezida shrugged, grappling with the images flashing through her mind, of Valentine fucking her doggy-style. No, she couldn't do her sister's guy. What a horrible thought. "Come on, Valentine. We shouldn't be talking like this."

"Why not?" he asked, stepping out from behind the bar. He was hard already. She could see that plain as day.

"You're with Carmina."

"And?" 

"The family would roast me like a pig if they found out."

"If they found out what?" he asked, taking another step forward.

She bit her tongue not to say the words. If it were guaranteed Carmina would never find out, she would fuck Valentine in a heartbeat.

"I need to get some chairs out of the back," she said, fleeing his melting stare.

When she arrived at the stack of plush dining chairs in the dark back room, Valentine was right behind her, so close she could almost feel his jeans against her dress. He moved in, pressing his hard cock cloaked in denim against her ass crack. 

"Ohhh..." Brezida sighed, leaning against the stack of chairs and pressing her butt back.

"Can I feel this Brazilian I've heard so much about?" He knew about the Brazilian. He'd heard everything through the door. He knew precisely which sounds Brezida made when she got fucked, knew how she talked dirty to her lover... 

Taking his hand in hers, she slid it between her thighs; she hadn't bothered finding her underwear in the bathroom, so she was totally bare right now. Valentine cupped her mound, squeezing it, planting kisses at the back of her neck. His fingers fell into her wet slit.

"Shit, that's good!" She whispered, as though somebody might hear them.

"You like that?" he asked, his breath warm against her shoulder.

"Yeah," she replied, pulling up her dress. His hands caressed the expanse of her flesh before he unzipped his fly. Digging through her purse, she found a lubricated condom and threw the bag to the floor. As he slid the latex on, she released her tits from their prisons of lace. "Here, feel these."

Valentine reached around, his cock resting between her ass cheeks as he squeezed his girlfriend's sister's breasts. Brezida squirmed with anticipation as he fondled her tits, sliding his cock between two mountains of flesh. 

"Fuck me, Valentine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she hissed. "Just do it. Just fuck me and don't tell anyone."

"If you insist," he chuckled, his big cock penetrating her ready cunt.

"Shit yeah!" she cried at the feeling of that huge thing parting the engorged flesh of her pussy lips, thrusting inside her body.

As his hips pounded her rear, his hands enveloped her breasts, moulding them like clay. He pressed them together, hard, held them there as he fucked her.

"Fuck my ass!" Brezida cried. She wanted it. 

"Are you serious?" 

She turned her head to look him in the eye. "You don't want to?"

Valentine's face lit up. "No, I want to! I want to!"

"Then do it," she cried as the boiler clicked. "Just don't tell anybody. Don't tell Carmina."

"Like I would..." 

His cock slid from her pleasured pussy, wet with natural lube. It worked its way up until his head was poking rhythmically at her ass. She knew how bad it was to do it like this, without loads of lubricant, but she just didn't care. Tomorrow, when she was split and sore, she would surely chastise herself, but right now? Right now she wanted what she wanted.

Grasping her hips, Valentine pressed into her and the tip of his cock asserted itself, bullying a path inside. His cockhead seemed to grow, inflate, and expand in all directions. He was huge inside her ass, and it burned like she couldn't take it, but she knew if she held out for ten seconds or so it would all be fine. She pushed back against him, thrust her ass at him, because she needed to feel his cock further up inside her. It didn't matter than it burned a little; the pleasure licked the pain until the pain became pleasure. 

The heating system clicked on as Brezida pounded her ass against the man she shouldn't be fucking. It clicked again as he whimpered and growled in alternation. 

"I can't believe you're letting me do your ass!" Valentine fondled her tits, thumbing her nipples, squeezing. Hard. 

"My ass loves devouring a big cock," she cried as his fingers fell down to her wet slit. When he rubbed her clit, she lost it. She didn't care about anything but the cock in her ass and the fingers massaging her. 

Either did Valentine, it seemed. He fucked her hard, whimpering and whining as a man in the corridor chuckled, "This is perfect. Keep going." She knew that gravel voice all too well, and she froze at the sound of it.

"Jack!" Brezida cried, her heart turning to ice. 

He stood at the entrance to the darkened room, Valentine's camera in his hands. What was he doing here? Why had he come back? And why the hell was Valentine still thrusting away? They'd been caught! It was time to face the music.

Her impulse to flee subsided as she perceived the look of pleasure in Jack's eyes. He licked his lips, watching the contortions of her face as Valentine pumped inside her. She was getting fucked up the ass, and Jack was getting off on it! When he snapped another shot, she gripped the stack of chairs. Two sets of eyes and the camera lens loved her. Caught in the act, she bucked back against her sister's boyfriend. Her whole body tightened up, her ass taking Valentine's cock in a vice grip. 

"Oh god!" Valentine yelped, squeezing her cheeks hard as he came.

"Thank you, my friend." Jack addressed Valentine with utter calm. "I would shake your hand, but I know where it's been."

"What are you doing here?" Brezida stammered, exhausted, as Valentine slid his cock from her ass. She didn't move from her rumpled position over the stack of chairs.

"Your sister's going to love these shots. The best porn is homemade porn, if you ask me." Jack clicked another picture. "You thought you could catch me in a honey trap, but if you were smart, you wouldn't have inserted yourself into the equation. That was probably your biggest mistake, though hiring a close friend of mine to take the pictures wasn't too wise either. Next time, do your homework."

She could feel her cheeks turning crimson. "I'm sorry, Jack. It was nothing against you; it was just business. I wanted to protect the restaurant. We've invested so much of ourselves in this place."

Pulling his pants up and fastening them, Valentine sauntered over to the corridor and stood behind Jack. He snapped another photo before she could tuck her tits back into her bra. "I know. That's why I was planning to sign the place over to you after the election."

Weak-kneed, Brezida grasped the stack of chairs.  "You still could. We can forget this ever happened, right?"

Handing the camera back to Valentine, Jack swaggered over to Brezida and traced his fingertips down her chest. She froze as he leaned in close. "You know what I've only just realized?"

"What?" she stammered, greeting his burn with a fire of her own. "What is it, Jack?"

"I liked watching you get fucked up the ass even better than I liked fucking you."

A wave of relief came over her. "I liked you watching me."

"I loved that look on your face as Valentine shoved his big cock in your little asshole. You were hurting, you dirty little slut. I loved it."

"I loved it too," she whimpered, running her hands down his chest.

Taking a step back, Jack scratched his chin, looking up like he was asking a question of the rafters. "I think I will give you the restaurant after all."

"Oh?"

"If and only if we can put an end to our ridiculous affair. In its place, I want to watch Valentine fuck you up the ass every night. How does that sound?"

"I could definitely get into that," Valentine cheered.

With a malicious smirk, Jack continued, "This is all contingent, of course, on my winning the election."

Pulling herself up from the stack of chairs, she stood tall before the two men. Brezida cleared her throat and smoothed her dress. "Then I'll go door to door for you. I'll be your number one supporter, Mayor Bannerman." 



Honey Trap



This is my first time penning one of the various ideas that sometimes run through my head, I hope you enjoy it and can give me some feedback! Thanks. 

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He was about to leave for the checkout when he saw that distinctive honey coloured hair. It was all he could do not to jump the woman wearing overalls and picking her jelly (plum or grape?), and he looked at her more carefully. She was slimmer than he remembered, having last saw her on their summer vacation trip, and her features seemed sharper, but when she turned the corner for the next aisle, he knew it could only be her.

He belted to the next aisle where she had gone and yelled, "Caro!"

The woman turned, a startled look on her face, and when she realised who he was, her face split into a smile and she replied, "Ben! It's been so long, how are you?!"

"Ah, I've been alright, just came back. Didn't expect to see you though, I thought you were in London?" A thought suddenly hit Ben: what if the reason Carol wasn't in London was because she was married? By the looks of her overalls, she looked like someone's housewife. It seemed his daunting revelation was untrue though, when she replied.

"Yeah I'm still there, just came back for a little while to visit my parents before starting with my job. They needed some help renovating our house, it's so old! You know what the houses here are like," Carol said, sticking her tongue out at him.

"Haha, yeah I remember that time I nearly died running on your porch and the plank came loose," Ben joked. "D'you want to get a hot chocolate sometime, and catch up more?"

"That'd be awesome! Got time this Saturday?"

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Ben laid down in his bed and put his arms behind his head. He was thinking about those sweet high school years that he'd been together with Carol and a few others, although Carol was the only girl in their group. She had seemed more like a guy then, catching on to all of their sexual innuendoes and little "guy jokes". They had messed around a little but broken it off before anything serious happened, and it wasn't awkward between them because they shared the same group of friends. Anyway, Carol just wasn't the type to change because of something like that. Now that Ben had met her again after so many years, she seemed much more feminine and lovely than he had ever remembered. He sighed and wondered whether their relationship would always remain a friendship, or if it would move on to something bigger as he drifted into slumber.

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They met several times in the month that Carol and Ben were home, then they both had to return to their daily lives, Carol in London, and Ben in a different city. Sometimes they would talk online, but it was always small chat, or comment on each other's photos and online profiles. Another year passed and the two of them were back home again for Christmas celebrations.

Carol was the same as Ben had last saw her, willowy and beautiful, but on this particular night her eyes were pink and the skin around them puffy.

"I can't believe he did that, after two years!" She wailed at Ben as his hands looked for something to do. He hugged her gently and patted her on the back. "I thought he was, you know, the one... Damn him and his stupid..." and Carol followed with some choice swear words.

Ben still held her in his arms as her sobs were reduced to muffled spasms of breathing, and although he knew how wrong it was, he was already thinking about how this could be the perfect catalyst for getting the two of them together. But when Carol lifted her face from his sweater, all such thoughts evaporated from his mind because she looked so vulnerable and sweet.

"Don't worry about that douche, let's get two tubs of ice cream and some chocolate lava cakes, they're so darn good!" He said, trying to cheer her up. She nodded and wiped her watery eyes, then sighed and stood up.

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She had fallen asleep on the couch and he returned with a blanket. The lava cakes had been devoured with gusto and the rest of the ice cream was in the fridge. As he bent down for the rubbish strewn around the lounge room, he couldn't resist touching Carol lightly on her face. The girl murmured and stirred, but didn't wake up, but her mouth fell open. A half unwelcome image popped its way into Ben's head, that of Carol's pretty mouth sucking him off. He forced the thought out of his head and shuffled to the kitchen. But his mind had a mind of its own, and soon Ben had a raging boner having a party in his pants. He was thinking about whether to jack off in the shower or to ignore the pain now pulsing between his legs when Carol stumbled into the room.

"'Chu doin' there Ben?" she asked sleepily, blinking her eyes. 

Ben turned as he tried to hide his obvious bulge from her and said shakily, "Not much, just cleaning up after us."

"Mmh, let me help then, I made some of the mess." She mumbled as she walked towards Ben. Her breasts pressed against him as she took the dishes in the sink and started soaping them.

It became all too much for Ben, having tried to resist her for so long, and he watched her hungrily from behind as she finished rinsing. As soon as she wiped her hands dry, he grabbed her from the waist and carried her to the bedroom where he tumbled her onto the bed.

"Ben? Are you okay?" Carol's concerned voice inquired. He didn't reply and instead pinned her arms above her head and ravished her mouth with a pressing kiss. Muffled sounds of disapproval issued from Carol's throat, but Ben paid no attention to her, and instead moved one of his hands down to her waist, with the other hand still keeping her arms back and still kissing her. He caressed her waist lightly in a suggestive manner, but when she protested more, he moved his hand up to one of her breasts and used his lower body to pin her to the bed.

He fondled and kneaded the breasts he had been lusting after for such a long time, all the while still kissing the girl he loved so much. It was only when he saw the tears leaking from her eyes that he stopped with his administrations.

"Caro?"

"W-why are you d-doing this now, B-ben?" She cried.

"I..." he faltered, trying to express his emotions and feelings for her. He took a deep breath and said, "I love you and want you to be with me, instead of random people who don't appreciate you!" he frowned.

After what seemed like an eternity staring at him, Carol succumbed to her emotions as well and whispered in a cracked voice, "Why didn't you say something earlier? Like last year, or even in high school?"

"I... was too afraid of what could become of us, and in high school I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I guess I was a douche too, sorry," Ben murmured back into her ear, crestfallen.

His earlier vision came true as the lovely Carol wrapped her mouth around him, sucking and licking him until he became so close he nearly squirted into her mouth then and there. But there was more to come.

As he entered her wet pussy, he groaned, "Carol, oh lord... You feel so good. You're not a virgin are you?"

"Mmmhhh... ah, no," she moaned back as he began to dip in.

Being the slight tool that he was, Ben grinned and joked, "At least I don't have to worry about that now!"

Carol slapped him lightly, but soon they were both moaning in ecstasy as they took each other to their climaxes. He fucked her hard into the mattress and she rocked her hips in sync with him, the friction between them rising with every stroke of him inside her.

At last she reached the pinnacle, and Ben knew this from the way her nails dug into his back and also because of her tightening pussy. As he felt her contract around him and squeezing him, Carol let out a high-pitched but earthy groan and the smell of her flooded the room. Smelling her sex excited Ben that little bit more, which tipped him over the edge into his orgasm, spilling his hot cum into her innermost crevices.

As the two of them lay intertwined within each other's limbs after the lovemaking, Carol had a little smile on her lips and a spark in her eyes when she turned around to Ben and said saucily, "You know I was just kidding when I said I had a boyfriend, right?"



Honey Trap



"Can you pick me up? I've had a couple drinks and don't think I should drive." I looked at my watch. I was ready for bed; pjs on, teeth brushed. So much for an early sleep.

"No problem," I replied. "Be there in 15 minutes."

"You're such a sweetheart. Thank youuuu!" I hung up the phone and found my flip flops by the door. Leaving took even longer as I had to disconnect the trailer from the truck, cursing because that meant I'd have to hook it up again in the morning. But I hated dragging it around if I didn't have to.

It was fully 25 minutes before I pulled into the driveway. A vehicle was just leaving as I arrived; the blinding headlights prevented me from seeing who it was, but I waved anyways. I parked, and texted: 'I'm outside.' I stared at the screen waiting for acknowledgement. 

'Not done my drink, come in and say hi.'

'In my pjs,' I replied. 

'It's just me and Wynn, it's fine,' the screen glowed. I sighed, pulled the keys out of the ignition and opened the door. A warm sea breeze and the sound of breaking waves settled on me like a calming elixir. What an awesome place to live, I thought. 

I ignored the doorbell and let myself in. I could glimpse Nicole sitting at the island through the kitchen door. I could hear Wynn's voice. They were laughing.

"Hey, Wynn," I said as I walked into the kitchen and gave Nicole a kiss on the cheek. "Looks like some fun was had here." There were glasses and bottles strewn over the island, some with derelict fruit and melted ice, and mostly empty platters with an odd selection of hors d'oeuvres. 

"We always have fun!" Nicole giggled and looked at Wynn with that knowing smile that says secrets had been told. 

"Here," Wynn said. "You need a drink." She had a slight accent; I had always suspected Irish, but faint enough that it was hard to tell. I'd never asked. She pushed a glass of something in my direction. Some kind of rum concoction the girls had come up with. They resumed their chatting and girl talk while I took a long swig, not wanting to stay too long. I looked at Nicole's glass and saw that it was still mostly full, so I resigned myself to waiting a while. I looked at my watch so Nicole could see.

"Relax," Nicole teased. "Dont be so uptight." It was true that I didn't have to work the next day so I decided to take her advice. What's the rush? Might as well enjoy myself.

I opened the sliding door to the patio so I could feel the ocean a bit longer. "Dont you just love that?" Wynn asked, sliding up behind me in the doorway silently. Did she just rub up against me? 

"Cant get enough," I said. Wynn was not the type to win any beauty pageants, but her commanding presence and open smile gave an sensual appeal that would cause most men to melt if they stopped to look at her. Plus she looked great in a tight pair of jeans. I was suddenly awkwardly aware of her body heat next to mine. She was standing so close that I could smell the fragrance of her shampoo; instinct wanted me to bend down and put my face in her wavy chestnut hair but better judgement stopped me. Instead I turned my head to look at Nicole, love of my life, still seated at the island looking beautiful and blonde and sexy and radiant under the pendant lights. She was looking at us and smiling. 

That's the moment I recalled some of our recent intimate conversations in which we shared some sexual fantasies with one another. We were coming up to our 23rd anniversary, and we had been looking for a bit more spice in bed. We agreed that it was liberating and fun to talk about our fantasies but it didn't mean we had to go through with them . We were both open to it though, should the opportunity arise. One of my fantasies was to experience a threesome with Nicole and another woman. I became very alert to the fact that I was alone with Nicole and another woman in a house on the edge of the Pacific Ocean on a beautiful summer night. What was the depth of their relationship? I flushed a bit. No. Control yourself. You don't want to get an erection in Wynn's kitchen wearing your jammies. 

Wynn sauntered back over to the island and stood with her glass in her hand. "I like your pajamas," she said. "Nicole was telling me you've never had a three-way."

I almost choked on an ice cube. There it was. Just like Wynn, direct and to the point. I flushed and looked at Nicole, and she just smiled at me and shrugged mischievously in that, 'What? It wasn't me,' kind if way. What the hell was happening? I cleared my throat and took another drink from my nearly empty glass. "No," I replied, embarrassed and fully awake.

"Would you do it if you had the chance?" Wynn dared. Oh my god, I thought. I think I'm going to get laid right now. I felt adrenaline building and I looked at Nicole again, who was busy looking at something on the counter. 

Here we go. "Um, yeah! I would," I said uncertainly, still looking at my wife. "I mean, if Nicole wanted to too." I was waiting for a response, an acknowledgement, something. 

She avoided my gaze and looked over at Wynn. "I told you," Nicole said. 

Wynn walked over to me and put her hand on my arm, sending an involuntary shock down through the soles of my feet. She looked straight into my eyes. I was having a strange sensation as a woman who was not my wife said to me in a sassy voice, "This might be your lucky day." 

I panicked. I was lost, in unfamiliar territory, and a thousand thoughts coursed through my brain at once. Could I do this? Was I able to do this? Would it affect my marriage? Oh my god what if I can't get it up? Does Nicole really want this or has she had too much to drink and we'll all regret it later? Who is this woman anyways?

Wynn brushed past me, sliding her hand across my stomach. I involuntarily flexed but remained rooted to the floor. "So do you think you could fuck me?" she lilted. I could hear the blood pounding in my head. She wandered over to where Nicole was sitting and stood behind her. "Because I think Nikki would." She slid her hands around Nicole's waist and nuzzled her neck, then she bit her ear softly. I watched, frozen and barely able to breathe as I saw my wife close her eyes, arch her back slightly and give herself over to the sensation. I could feel myself becoming erect.

"Ummm," Nic moaned, then opened her eyes and looked right at me. She smiled deliciously, turned her head and kissed Wynn on the lips, allowing the exotic siren to explore her thin blouse with her fingers, responding when Wynn brushed her palms across the nipples. Obviously Nicole was approving of the opportunity to explore new boundaries, boldly stepping across a line we had not yet crossed together. Also obvious was that they had also discussed and colluded together to draw me in before my arrival, and I wondered if Nic had done this for my benefit, hers, or for mutual enlightenment? Not that it mattered. I was now eager to cross that line myself. I grabbed the nearest half-empty glass and downed it in one swallow.

Wynn was pulling Nikki down the hall with the eagerness of a spirited wild mare. "Come on!" Nic beckoned to me excitedly, reaching toward me with an open hand as she was being dragged along. I moved as if in a trance, following obediently like a pet dog.  

The bedroom was a shrine. The pictureless white walls were illuminated by the blue light of the moon shining through expansive ocean-facing windows. The view was spectacular even in low light, and the rhythmic breathing of the waves was intoxicating. The bed sat wide and low in the center of the room like an altar, the sheets perfectly folded back. The only furniture in the room were two squat square bedside tables which flanked the head of the bed. It felt like we had just entered a sacred place.

Wynn grabbed me by the hand and pulled both of us toward a darkened doorway at the opposite end of the room. Again, her simple touch heightened my senses, and I felt exhilaration and uncertainty and fear all at once. "First thing's first," she said. As we passed through the opening soft lights automatically came on, revealing an ensuite worthy of any architectural magazine. Gorgeous tile floors, stylish dual wall mounted sinks, a walk-in shower with a frameless glass opening and too many glistening nozzles to count.

Wynn was pulling her clothes off, dropping them on the floor where she stood. Nicole followed suit and encouraged me to do the same. I hesitated despite my pounding heart and the promise of an amazing experience- two women at once! Somehow, ridiculously, I was self-conscious. I hadn't been naked in front of another woman for 23 years. But then many hands were on me, tugging at my pajamas as both women began undressing me. I decided at that moment to let go of my inhibitions and fully embrace this fantasy that was, incredibly, coming to life.

I stood naked in front of them, my wife smiling broadly as if proud of me. We all admired each other for a moment, which in itself was very intimate, and my arousal became complete. Nic and I always kept ourselves in good shape, and enjoyed our fitness in every aspect. Both women had beautiful bodies, lithe and toned. Wynn was about an inch taller than my wife who stood at 5'3". She had a very sexy tattoo of a curving vine that wrapped around her torso from just below her left breast around to the small of her back. Her legs were not quite as muscular as Nic's, but well defined, crowned by a nicely groomed narrow strip of copper colored pubic hair and supported by slender ankles and pretty feet, which were decorated by a pair of engraved toe rings. Her touseled hair and freckled chest and shoulders suggested a wildness about her that excited me, and I allowed myself to look at her freely in front of my wife. Nic and I were completely shaved in our respective fun zones, which seemed to delight Wynn. "Wonderful," she said. 

Then she looked my wife in the eye briefly, turned toward me, then bent down and took me into her mouth. "Oh my god," I said involuntarily, almost stumbling backward. She hungrily sucked on my cock for a moment, then stood up and slapped me on the ass, hard. It stung. "Yow!" I said in surprise. Nic was watching, her nipples hard.

"What's the matter?" Wynn teased me. "You're not afraid, are you?" Not waiting for an answer, she turned and flipped a lever in the shower which brought steaming jets of water to life from every direction. "Come in," she said to both of us. "It's really something." And with that all three of us stepped in. 

Wynn and Nicole soaped each other while I watched, taking the time to explore and massage with curious fingers. Wynn grabbed the hand held shower head and held it over Nic's head at first, but then directed the pulsing spray onto her chest, pausing as the dancing water encircled each of her nipples, and finally lower to tease her sex, gently caressing my wife's most personal parts to finish the rinse. Nicole was eagerly accepting of the treatment, clearly showing her pleasure and approval. She then returned the favour to Wynn, completing the job with her own touch by sucking gently on Wynn's nipples. "Oh, fuck..." said our host, eyes closed in ecstasy. 

Then both women lathered me up and rinsed me thoroughly, Nicole washing my front, taking the opportunity to run her tongue up and down the length of my penis, while Wynn washed me from behind, taking particular attention to my ass crack, which was an unsettling feeling. I jumped, alarmed, when I felt her finger penetrate my anus, causing my cock to jump to attention. "Whoa!" I said, clenching my ass cheeks and forgetting all about the blowjob I was getting from my wife.

"Don't be such a baby," Wynn said, not withdrawing her finger. "You''ll like it." She was right; eventually I relaxed and accepted the strange sensation and really started to enjoy it as she finger fucked me. Nic was very interested in what was happening back there and watched with intrigue while absent-mindedly stroking me with her hand. My legs almost buckled under the dual stimulation.

Eventually the girls finished rinsing me off, and we towelled each other dry, having fun and laughing together. The barriers had dropped, and seeing my wife kiss Wynn on the mouth seemed like the most natural thing in the world. We made our way back to the bedroom and stood beside the bed in the moonlight, beautifully clean and smelling of scented soap. The ocean continued pulsing outside, thrusting itself onto the beach with power and unfailing regularity. It was almost a religious experience gazing upon these two sexy, powerful women in that environment. I wasn't sure what to do next. It didn't feel right to kiss Wynn; if I kissed my wife instead perhaps Wynn would think I was ignoring her. I decided to be proactive. "I think I'd like to watch you two," I said. 

Wynn needed no encouragement. She pushed Nic onto the bed and climbed on top of her, kissing and caressing, flicking out her tongue and teasing my wife's nipples to attention. Nicole writhed with pleasure, thrusting her hips into Wynn with a pleading desperation. Wynn straddled Nicole's stomach and reached behind her to feel Nic's wetness, fingering the clit as she continued rubbing herself on my wife's abdomen. Then she scooted forward, dragging her pussy over the ribs, over the chest, leaving a trail of her juice behind. Nicole knew what was coming and eagerly opened her mouth like a baby bird at feeding time. "Oh yes! Oh god yes!!" I was almost taken aback at my wife's genuine exuberance, and realized that I had perhaps never realized the full extent of her sexuality. She was enjoying this immensely, and watching her was making me rock hard. 

Wynn lowered herself onto Nic's mouth and slowly rocked her hips and whimpered while getting sucked and prodded by my wife's tongue. Nic was going at it like she hadn't eaten for months. Wynn started moving her hips faster and squeezing her own nipples, grinding her pussy into Nic's face a little harder and making louder noises, almost like a growl. Nicole responded by grabbing onto Wynn's hips and pulling her into her mouth even harder, devouring this womanly delight with all of her effort. Wynn suddenly stiffened and her head shot back; I wasn't sure if it was pain or pleasure until she started shaking involuntarily, her low moan rising into a crescendo of "oh yes," and, "ohfuckyes!!" amidst Nic's muffled cries of surprise. Then Wynn's shoulders relaxed and without missing a beat she reached over to the bedside table and pulled something out of the drawer. When she climbed off my wife's face I could see that Nicole was soaked, all down her face and neck and onto the sheets. With a stunned look, Nic wiped her face and grinned at me. She was having fun. 

Wynn handed me a small package. "Put this on," she commanded. I looked down at my hand. A condom! Of course! Twelve years since my vasectomy, it had been so long since I'd used one that I had completely forgotten about it. Grateful and feeling stupid, I awkwardly pulled it out of the package and put it on. Wynn was saying something to my wife, bent over her torso so I could not see. "Shhhhh, trust me," I heard her say. Nicole cried out in pain, and Wynn grabbed her hands. "Let it happen," she said. "Try to relax sweetie, I promise in a minute you'll thank me." I was concerned but stayed quiet. Nic knew her limits, and it would not be cool for me to intervene. 

When Wynn moved out of my line of sight, I saw that she had applied two little black nipple clamps to my wife, whose eyes were squeezed shut, fingers splayed open warding off anything that might disturb the offending wasps clinging to her breasts. She was breathing hard and when her legs finally relaxed and opened a bit I saw that her clit was swollen and ripe. 

Then I was being pushed down onto the bed and Wynn was on top of me, looking right into my eyes. Before I could say anything her wet pussy had enveloped me, swallowing my throbbing penis whole. I was stunned; I couldn't see Nicole, I wanted reassurance that this was ok with her. My uncertainty only lasted a moment as Wynn started grinding herself into me, making expert little circular motions with her hips. My god she was good! She looked over at Nic and told her to get up, to join her on top of me. Nicole haltingly lifted herself up, careful of her new attachments, and straddled my face in reverse, so she was facing Wynn. Nic lowered her cunt onto my mouth and I could feel her vibrating from the inside. Wynn kissed her and gently touched one of the nipple clamps while she continued grinding me. It was like an electrical switch that caused Nic's essence to pulse in my mouth, like a blossoming flower. I tasted my wife's sweet nectar and sucked hungrily.

Wynn was grinding me harder, and Nic was now gently pulling on the clamps herself, shuddering with each touch. I was getting dangerously close to climax, but I desperately wanted to hang on. I concentrated on my wife's clit, beating it with my tongue in a rapid side-to-side movement. She responded by dropping her hips, driving her pussy farther into my mouth. "Oh god," she moaned, pulling again on the clamps, "o god o god o god o god." She was getting louder, pushing harder, and Wynn was growling again. 

I couldn't stop it. It washed over me like a tidal wave, and I came, and came and came, convulsing as I exploded inside of Wynn. Neither woman hesitated or missed a beat, only increasing their frenzied movements. Then Wynn quite suddenly reached her peak, shuddering and grunting and crying out. She sat up and furiously rubbed her clitoris, and I felt warm liquid gushing onto my hips and abdomen. I marveled at the sensation. 

Then an earthquake took over Nic's body and she was saying, "Oh god yesssss yesyesyes," over and over as an orgasm shook her, and her pussy opened up in my mouth like the dawn of a new day. I have always loved the taste of my wife's essence, and I believe she has always loved feeding it to me. I sucked and licked greedily, until she was finished. 

Afterward we all collapsed on the bed together, breathing hard. But I could tell Nicole wanted more. Wynn removed the nipple clamps amidst Nic's cries, but the touching only made my wife hornier still. It wasn't long before my erection was full again and I fucked her too, sans condom, and with Wynn's help she came again, letting it all go and screaming her unbridled pleasure.

When we woke in the morning we found Wynn in the kitchen making coffee. She had already showered and seemed non-chalant, like nothing had happened the night before. Nicole and I had breakfast with her and after visiting for a while we prepared to leave. At the door Wynn kissed us both on the cheek. "I had a really fun time last night and I hope you guys did too. Anytime you're looking for adventure again feel free to let me know."

Nic looked at me, then at Wynn. "Absolutely."