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Don't Stop!

By: tubmilk



She grabbed my wrists and pushed me up against the wall, my arms overhead. I had never been handled so roughly by anyone. But she was Jayne, known for her dominance in bed around the bar scene. She had picked me up earlier that night, at a local gay bar on "fetish night." I was dressed in a tight black vinyl cat suit, she was trussed up in a leather corset and fishnets. I wore a bondage colar, she kept a long leather whip hanging from her waist. 

Words were completely unneccessary. I knew Jayne's style, her ability to have any woman she wanted. She was the type to grab and go, quick and silently. She wrapped a strong hand around my slim neck and pushed me out the door. 

And now, we were at my tiny studio apartment, and I was naked, exposed, vulnerable. She held a 12" red cock in her hand, slathered with lube. I clenched my legs together, scared of what she might do to me. See, Jayne was notorious for deep, rough penetration, and I was a simple, quiet lesbian who had never gone further than oral. Something told me my cherry was going to be busted tonight.

She pushed the tip of the red dong up against my small patch of red pubic hair, and then brushed it down my ivory thigh. I quiverred, feeling the cold head massage my hot cunt lips. 

She was stunning. 5'10" and curvy in all the right places. Short, spikey, platinum blonde hair and tan skin, piercing blue eyes. She took a few steps back, letting my arms fall to my sides, waving the dildo away. 

"Lay down on the bed," she commanded, quiet and stern. I turned to my bed, a perfectly made full size with a clean pink duvet, and layed down slowly. She approaced the end of the bed, red cock in one hand, and spread my legs apart with the other.

"Close your eyes," she purred, and I obeyed. My body was completely exposed, vulnerable to her any advance. She folded my legs up so my knees were pressed back against my pillow on either side of my head, spreading my pussy lips wide open. I could feel my cunt start to tingle in anticipation of her soft tongue.

But I received no soft ANYTHING. Instead, while leaning her force on my shins, she slipped the head of the red cock between my pussy lips, rubbing it's wet tip around my throbbing clit. 

"Oh god, yes..." I moaned, as she continued to circle around my lips and clit slowly, heating up the cock. 

"You like that?" she growled, circling faster now...

"Yes, I want more!" I shrieked, my mild voice growing stronger.

"Good, cause I'm going to GIVE YOU MORE" she yelled, and plunged the cock straight into my virgin pussy.

"Ow!" I yelped, at first, feeling the thick dildo stretch and bust my hymen.

Then, she started to pump it in and out of my tight pussy. I could hear the squish-squosh noise of my cunt juices flowing around the dildo as it probed in and out of me. She plunged it in deep, with a grunt, and I felt it press against my soft, sensitive insides.

With all the power within me, I began to scream. She fucked me hard, like a maniac, while I screamed in one operatic high pitch, thrusting my fists about. She took her fingers from her other hand and started rubbing my drenched pussy furiously, my clit swelling and tingling. I punched the bed, the wall, and screamed continuously. 

I was just about to explode in a tremendous climax, when there was a knock on the door. She quickly pulled the cock out of me with a *pop* and turned around, facing the door.

Scared, I got up and looked out the peephole. It was my neighbor, Rick, across the hall. He was in his boxers, looking concerned. I stepped aside and pulled the door open enough to see him.

"Do you need something, Rick?" I asked, panting. His eyes met mine, and then he looked past me and saw Jayne on the bed.

"Um, I was just wondering if everything was okay in here, it was a little loud-" he stopped, fixating on Jayne. I turned and looked, Jayne was kneeling on the bed, facing the door, sucking on the large red cock she had just fucked me with. She looked at me, and I at Rick, and opened the door wider.

"Come on in," I said quietly, and closed the door behind him. He was handsome for a guy, on the shorter side and muscular, great black hair. 

He looked at my body, my thighs were soaked with my own juices and I had red hand prints all over my body. He looked at Jayne, still suggestively sucking on the dildo. I looked at him, my eyes followed down his chest to his shorts, where I could tell he was aroused. I locked the door and walked over to the bed.

He followed, although a bit hesistantly. I sat on the edge of the bed with Jayne, and she pulled Rick's shorts down around his ankles. His cock was rock hard and glistening. About 7 inches and much thinner than the dildo I had been fucked with. 

Then Jayne pushed my face towards his cock head, and I parted my lips and bobbed down on it, taking in a few inches. Jayne grabbed his shaft and started sucking on his balls. He closed his eyes and started moaning.

"Oh..g...g-god....."

His pelvis started moving and he thrusted his cock deeper in my mouth, but Jayne pushed him back off me and stood up to face him.

She whispered something in his ear, and he smiled. Oh no...

Jayne layed on the bed, her feet by the pillow and head by the foot of the bed. She grabbed the dildo and one hand and motioned me to get on the bed.

"Now, I want you to lay on me, like 69, and start licking my pussy..." she said sweetly, and I obliged. I lifted my ass in the air over her face, and spread her shaven pussy lips and started licking. They smelled sweet and fresh, and she started to moan.

Then, I felt her pop the dildo back into my pussy and I moaned in relief. She started to fuck me with it, my ass bouncing in the air.

Then, from behind, where I couldn't see, I felt Rick grab my ass with both hands. He squeezed my ass cheeks, and then he pushed his head against my tight asshole.

"Oh god!" I cried, as he plunged his cock deep inside my ass.

I continued licking Jayne's cunt in between cries of pleasure and pain, as Jayne fucked me in the pussy and Rick fucked me in the ass, both in a perfect rhythm now, fast and hard. Jayne was moaning, Rick was grunting, I was screaming.

We became one rhythm, our cries in unison and their pumping inside my body simultaneous.

With a grunt, a push and sigh, all three of us exploded in a loud and perfect orgasm, three screaming voices of ecstacy.

I got the best sleep of my life that night.

Don't. Stop.



"Please stop. Please."

"Don't you want to cum? I thought you wanted it desperately." His voice purrs when he's completely turned on. It was purring now as his fingers moved lazily, almost without purpose. The tips brushed her clit, held it just enough to push it sideways and cause another burst of quivers.

"Yes, Please. Not like this. Please stop. I want you inside me." 

"How do you want to cum? Do you want to slide down onto my pole and fuck me til you can't stand anymore?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to grab your ass, pull it up in the air, stuff my cock in your pussy and pound you until you can't take it?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to push your legs in the air while you're on your back, grab your tits, pinch your nipples and fuck you until you've cum all you can?"

"Yes."

"Which do you want first?" 

"Please. Please stop. I'm going to cum. I don't want to cum like this. Please." The distraction had worked for just this long. Now the pressure was back. His fingers brushed up over the squirming nub again, making her groan loud enough to call it a yell. "Please."

"How do you want to cum first?"

"On top. Please. Let me sit on you. Oh please stop."

The fingers withdrew. Her body shuddered in their absence and she gasped and moaned. She wanted them back. Her pussy was grasping the air, fluid was trickling past her anus and she could feel a cooling puddle underneath her ass. It felt nice and soothing. 

Two days ago he'd come and whipped her bottom raw. Now tonight, he'd tied her hands as soon as the door was closed. She never knew what to expect from him and the hesitation she felt and showed had given him time to grab her wrists and wrap them together.

He'd pulled her to the bed by the ties and tossed her across it. Before she could gather to react, he'd tied her hands down and moved to her legs. With her face to the bed, he'd run his hands over her back, kneading and smoothing. Knowing her muscles and soothing her being. 

Now, face up, hours later, he was still touching her. She'd had just a nightshirt on. A large denim button up shirt she wore for bed. It was unbuttoned now to just below her nipple line and her tits were heaving trying to bound out. Every so often his hands would pull one side or the other open and form around her breast, pinching the nipple or circling it or just brushing it.

His fingers had been moving down her thighs and were on their way back up to her center. They moved toward her ass and as the thumb ran over her swollen lips, it plunged inside and made her gasp and squirm. It slowly withdrew and pressed the flaps open. As though they needed urging. She could feel how wide open they were already and it took little more than a nudge for them to flare out wanting to wrap around and suck him in. 

The tip of the thumb bumped its way lightly to the top of the oval and she felt it nearing her stiffened clit. A sudden tap on her wet lips, a slight squelching noise and she knew what was coming next. Another tap, another and, though she had steeled herself, the next one made her cry out. He kept up the tapping until she started begging again. She really was shameless.

"Please. Please stop. Please. God. I don't want to cum like this." She pulled against the ties. 

"I told you it was okay if you did. We can just have this tonight. You can get your fucking tomorrow." He was purring. She could just see his cock at the corner of her vision and it was rock hard, red and oozing pre cum. The thumb bumped down on her nub once more and got the response he wanted.

"Please. Please let me fuck you. Please stop. I want you inside me when I cum."

He smiled and pulled the fingers back. She felt another leak of wetness trickle past her anus. "Please." She whispered it this time.

"Don't you want to cum?" He was checking the bindings on her ankles. She was yanking and tugging so much. They were firm and tight.

"Yes. Please." She could hear the desperation in her own voice. How could he not? She was reduced to pleading not for release and relief, but for him to keep tormenting her. "Please, not like this."

It was as he had told her from the beginning. Each sub is different. Each has their own triggers. It's not a pattern of behavior and response that he seeks. He seeks to know her to her very core. For each, there is a series of rewards and punishments that she will crave and avoid in equal measure. He doesn't just act like a high school kid giving automated lines seeking responses that will eventually get him laid. He wants to know her truly. Her utmost self, bare and open. Her naked soul.

She was squirming and quaking. Again, past her boundaries and again willing, wanton and needing. She wanted the thumb back. She wanted to take him inside her. She wanted him just to fuck her. Take her and lose himself within. She thought about sitting on top of him and feeling him throb and grow until he bursts. The tips of his fingers were making light circles that brushed her nub. She could feel the tremors starting anew.

"Please. Please stop." It had been mere minutes since the last spate of pleading. She was openly begging now. "Please."

"Do you want to fuck me?" He purred. There was a huskiness to his tone that told her he was ready to finish with her. Her heart sped up and she felt it pounding in a rhythm with the grasping of her opening. Another drizzle and she was again aware of how cool and soothing the pool beneath her was. She was drenched. 

"Yes. Please let me cum on you. Please fuck me. Please."

Her legs came loose. The relief flooding through the muscle fibers made them shake. There was a shimmering flowing through her nerves and when he lay over her to reach above her head and untie her hands, she pressed fully against him, pushing her nipples at him, trying to shove her breasts into his chest.

Her legs were shaking so much she couldn't wrap them around him, but his legs held them apart anyway. "Do you want to cum all over me?"

"Yes. Please."

"Will you shove your tits in my face and fuck me til you cum?"

"Yes. Yes. Please fuck me. Please let me cum."

He rolled over and lifted and she slipped so easily down onto him that she hadn't time to wonder how open she was. He groaned loudly and as she pushed her breasts at him, a torrent of feeling broke within her, bathing them both. 

His hands stroked her buttocks and back until she came a second time and only them did he ask "do you want to cum again?" 

"Yes. Please." His face buried between her mounds, kissing and nibbling her chest. His hands lifted her, dropped her back and ran the length of her spine. As they got to her hair, she came again. This time he let her relax against him. Let her relax the rest of the night. Gentle orgasms and knowing kisses.



Don't... Stop...



He walks in home from work and sits on the lounge next to her. She's only wearing underwear and a singlet, and climbs on top of him, straddling him. She smiles and kisses him, pulling undone his top button. His cold hands are on her immediately, sliding under her singlet up her back, making her gasp and jump a little. He likes it when she squeals, so he moves his hands around to her front, and places the back of his fingers, which are coldest, against the warm skin just under her boobs. She squeals and tries to lean back away from him, but he catches her with his left arm.

He moves his right hand up to her breast, pushing up her singlet until the nipple is exposed, and lightly pinches it. She squirms, grinding her hips a little, and leans down to kiss him. Their lips meet, part, and their tongues play their familiar game. His left hand moves up under her singlet to the back of her neck, holding her in place while his mouth possesses hers. His right hand moves down to her hip and pulls her closer as he adjusts his hips, grinding his hard cock against her.

He moves his mouth down to her shoulder and bites down. She momentarily goes limp, collapsing onto him in pleasure. He hugs her to him, then pulls her singlet all the way off, his eyes drawn to her large round breasts. The sight of them never fails to take his breath away. He takes one in each hand, squeezing them gently, lifting them, feeling the weight of them, running his thumbs over her sensitive nipples to make her moan in pleasure. He takes her unpierced nipple in his mouth, sucking firmly, his left hand gently pinching her pierced nipple. She tips her head back slightly, and moans again, then slides one hand behind his head, holding him there. She grinds her pussy against his jeans, impatient for him already. He leans up to kiss her again, and she reaches down to undo his shirt and pull it out of his jeans.

She leans back a little, still grasping his shirt in her fists, and says, "Fuck me like a dirty slut."

Its a code phrase of theirs. It means that she will let him do almost anything, and he intends to take full advantage of her. He pulls her toward him again, one arm around her waist, the other hand on the back of her neck, and kisses her again, forcefully, possessively, like he's waited forever to have her in his arms and he can't wait to be inside her. They break the kiss and she is breathless and horny, he can see it in her eyes.

"Bedroom," he says. She stands up, still facing him, and pulls down her underwear, looking him in the eye. Then she turns and struts to the bedroom. He follows her in, discarding clothing along the way, and finds her kneeling on the bed, side on to the door, with her ass in the air, and watching him come toward her with a smirk on her face. He kneels on the bed and then lays down beside her, sliding his left arm under her neck and his right arm around her waist to pull her closer. She hooks her left leg over his hip, and slides her left hand around the back of his neck.

He kisses her deeply, his right hand roaming over her body, caressing her soft skin. He leans down to kiss her neck and she surrenders to his mouth, leaning her head back against his arm. He reaches up to move her hair out of her face, his fingertips tracing her skin down to her left breast. He leans down to take it into his mouth again, sucking on it harder this time, gently biting it. She moans and squirms, tensing her leg to pull his hips closer to hers. He slides his right hand down her side, from her breast to her waist, then around to her back and up her spine. He digs his nails in slightly and draws them down her back. The fingernails on her left hand dig into his shoulder in response, as her back arches. He knows how to push all of her buttons.

His fingernails drag fiery lines down her back and dig into her buttock, pulling her hips closer to his. She can feel his erection pushing against the outside of her pussy, and she shifts her hips slightly, she doesn't want that quite yet. He squeezes her bum, and as he does, he bites a little harder on her nipple. She gasps with the sudden pain/pleasure of his teeth on her nipple, then again as drags his fingernails down her thigh.

She is squirming with passion in his arms now; she is kissing him more urgently, her hands squeezing his flesh, her nails slightly digging in before they move to a different part of his body. Her left hand roams over his skin, from the back of his neck, grasping his shoulder, then lightly dragging her nails down his arm, and finally slipping under his elbow around his waist and pulling him toward her. He follows suit, encircling her with both of his arms, his left arm nestling her neck in the crook of his elbow, his bicep against her cheek, and his hand splayed on her back. 

His right hand cups her cheek and moves down to her neck, his fingers grasp the side of her neck, his thumb across the front, he increases the pressure slightly, letting her know that she is his. He pushes down on her neck as he breaks the kiss, and then rolls over on top of her, rolling her onto her back, his right thigh in between her thighs; he can feel the heat of her pussy, so he pushes his thigh against it. She responds by grinding her pussy onto his thigh, greedily wanting more of him.

He moves his left leg also between hers, forcing her legs further apart, his left arm still cradling the back of her neck even while his right hand keeps pressure on the front of her neck. She leans up to his, her eyes on his lips, wanting to taste them again, and he increases the pressure on her neck, silently telling her that she will get it when he gives it to her, not when she demands it.

He keeps his right hand on her neck, and grasps her breast with the nipple bar firmly in his left hand, he squeezes and kneads it, then leans down to play with her piercing. It is more sensitive, and he is usually gentle, but this night, she is his slut, and sluts don't like gentle. He bites down on her nipple, he grasps the bar between his teeth, through her flesh. He hears her gasp, feels her arch against him, and then she moans in pleasure. He gently licks her nipple, and then his mouth clamps down on it again, sucking this time. She arches against him again, and this time he increases the pressure of his hand on her neck. She makes a small squeal, perhaps a token of protest, she likes to say no, but that is not the safe word. He loosens his grip on her neck and she takes deep breaths, more out of pleasure than anything else, but he leaves his hand there for the moment.

His left hand leaves her breast, and he moves a flat, warm palm slowly down her stomach. He grasps the flesh of her bum firmly, squeezing it, encouraging her to squirm for him because he likes it when she squirms. His hand moves over her hip to rest on her inner thigh, and she goes still, desperately waiting for him to touch her. He brushes her pussy ever so lightly with his thumb, and she moans with wanton lust.

"Are you my slut?" he asks.

"Yes," she breathes.

"Say it." His tone is demanding, and he knows she doesn't like to say it out loud, unless she's trying to tease him.

"No." 

"What do you want?"

"Touch me." She lifts her hips, trying to make contact with his hand again, and he squeezes her neck again, reaffirming that he's in charge.

"Only good little sluts get touched. Are you a good little slut?"

"Yes." 

"Say it."

"I don't want to." She pouts. He likes it when she fights. And pouts. He brushes her pussy again with his thumb, and she moans and tries to grind against his hand, but his grip on her neck keeps her where he wants her. She sighs in frustration. He slides one finger down her pussy, starting from her clit, all the way down to her dripping entrance, and slides in just the tip of his finger. She moans in encouragement, thinking that he is going to give her what she wants, but he doesn't. He is only teasing her. She screws her face into an expression that is frustrated, demanding, and pouty all at once. She knows she has to give in to him to get what she wants, but she doesn't like to give in. She wants to make it hard for him, but she wants him so much!

"I'm your good little slut. Now finger me."

He leans close and whispers, "You're so demanding."

Before she can reply, he shoves one finger all the way inside her. It goes in easily, as much as she makes like she hates being teased, the evidence is there that she loves it. Her back arches as suddenly she feels his finger inside her. He goes straight for her gspot, he knows exactly what she loves. As soon as the shock of actually getting what she wants wears off, she starts to grind against his hand, fucking his finger. Her left hand grips his wrist, his right hand still around her throat, he can feel her start to dig in her nails as she fucks his hand, getting herself closer and closer to her climax.

He stops suddenly, and her eyes fly open, the expression on her face is priceless.

"Don't stop!"

"Oh I'm sorry I thought you said something." His face is innocent, except for the smirk that plays around the edges. 

He moves his finger inside her again, pressing on her gspot, and she is again fucking his hand, her breaths coming shorter and more frequently. Her body is squirming, her back arching and relaxing. He can feel her pulse in her neck beneath his hand. Her hands start to grasp and dig in her fingernails again, and he knows she is getting close. 

She moans something that sounds vaguely like a word, and he stops again.

Her expression is pure devastation, like she just dropped a diamond ring through a grate.

She squeals loudly in frustration, unable to even form the words. 

"Are you ok?" He asks. He grins, he likes it when he makes her forget how to speak.

"Don't... Stop.."

"Stop? You want me to stop?"

"No.." She can't think, her brain is mush, her body just wants to release the pressure he has built up inside her, but she struggles to find the words.

"Make me cum?" she pleads with her words, with her tone, with her expression.

He takes pity on her and drives his finger into her pussy. She moans and her hips buck. He holds her down by the throat as pushes again and again on her gspot, timing with the thrusts of her hips, dragging the orgasm out of her. 

He feels the muscles in her throat move as she gasps for breath, and as he lets go of her neck, her eyes roll back as her body tenses, her moans rise in pitch and her hips buck. He pushes hard with his hand, and with his finger inside of her, letting her move as she will as she rides her climax. 

She finally relaxes onto her back, catching her breath, her body covered in a sheen of sweat.

He lets her rest for a few moments, but he is only getting started with her. 

Sluts don't get to rest for long.



Don't Stop



Half awake and half asleep, I feel a hand stroke my thigh. I'd know it anywhere, with its long, reaching fingers and deliberate touch. The way the palm rests on and holds at the same time, the thumb stroking seductively, reaching me at my core. 

I surface from the dream, my eyes opening slightly, afraid that sleep might steal Master away with it. I turn on my back, inhaling deeply as his hand slides over my pussy, caressing my folds and making me moan.

"Mmmas -"

"Shh..." he quiets my questioning tone as his lips brush my ear, sinking his teeth into my neck.

I let out a small cry, thrusting my hips upward as he rubs my swollen clit, still denying me skin-on-skin contact. My breasts swell and I squeeze them, pulling at my nipples. I blush, feeling the wetness begin to soak through the cotton.

"Mm... you like that, don't you? You're a horny little slut."

I see Master's hard cock and I want it in me. 

I reach for his hand, trying to slide it down my underwear, desperate to be touched.

Master grabs my cunt roughly as his other hand holds my neck, and he slaps my pussy sharply, making me gasp. He growls and forces me to look him in the eye, his hand relaxing into a massage once again.

"Behave. I'll touch your cunt however I like," he tells me, biting my lip. 

I whimper and try to press my thighs together in protest, denying him. I want to be played with enough to get myself punished.

"I know that you know what this gets you, Elle," he tells me plainly, rolling me over and pushing my front down into the bed.

I hear the cuffs come out from the drawer and my wrists are brought together. I twist them and pout, trying to free myself in vain, but Master holds the back of my neck and spanks me hard before turning me to face him again. 

"Spread them," he orders me, refusing to touch me until I part my thighs. 

Master starts to stroke his cock in order to tease me, holding what I want out of reach. I want a taste, a chance to run my tongue over his cockhead and have a satisfying suck, but I know I won't get it. I do as I'm told, spreading my legs and sighing, hoping he'll shove it deep inside me.

"Mm... good," he says, running a finger down my body, reaching the lace waistband of my underwear. 

He lingers there a while, teasing me further, enjoying me while I squirm.

"You're a whore. My whore. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, Master," I whisper, trying to be still.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" he asks more softly, his fingertips sliding beneath the lace.

"Yes, Sir," I whimper, staring at his hand longingly. 

"That's a good pet," he coos, his hand sliding to cup my bare pussy, coating his fingers in my juices. 

He works his fingers inside me as far as they'll reach, making me cry and plead to cum, having built myself up in anticipation. 

"Please... oh Master, please... I can't take it anymore... I need to cum!"

"You can and will take it," he tells me, giving me one last thrust before pulling my soaking underwear off.

"I'm going to fuck you and you aren't to cum until I tell you so."

Master pulls me closer, holding my legs open and penetrating me, his swollen cock filling me up. He fucks me with aggression, pounding into me while he grabs and squeezes my breasts. 

"Master! I can't... I'm going to cum... please I... Maaah!" I scream as my pussy floods. 

The orgasm rocks my body, refusing to be contained as I throw my head back and wrap my legs around him. feel him pull out of me while I pant and moan softly, shaking slightly from the suddenness of it all. Master's hands run down my body, from my neck to my cunt, fondling me again. I'm so sensitive I can barely stand it, and I start to whimper.

"Someone told me she was going to behave for me," he says with a hint of amusement.

I know I've done exactly what he wanted. 

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you again, slut," Master tells me, turning me over and lifting my hips, giving him easy access to my ass.

"No!" I cry in protest, trying to kick.

"Oh, I think you want it, Elle."

I feel the tip of his cock, slicked with my wetness, tease my asshole as he holds my hip in place.

"No! Master... please.." 

My protest turns into a moan as his cock slowly fills my ass, stretching me open and forcing me to take his entire length.

"Does that feel good, slut?" he asks, his grip loosening slightly as he begins to thrust at an even pace.

"No..." I lie, feeling every inch sliding in and out of me, "Please, Mast- mmmm."

"Please what, whore?"

"Don't stop," I whisper, relaxing into submission and giving my body to him.

"Good girl."

He fucks me roughly, violating my little ass with enthusiasm, and before long I sense he's ready to cum, encouraged by my cries of pleasure.

"Master's going to mark you, Elle," he groans, pulling out of me suddenly, leaving my asshole gaping wide.

"Who do you belong to, slut?"

"Mmmaster..." I moan.

"That's right. Your ass is my property. No one else's. I'll take it whenever I like."

"Yes, Master. Please... I want your cum..."

"Mmm... take it all over your tiny ass."

My back arches as I feel him unload all over me, cum coating my ass and dripping down to my already sodden pussy, as Master cries out in release. 

I stay that way for a while as he strokes me, enjoying the sight of me disgraced. The cuffs come off, and he collapses next to me, pulling me into him. He smooths my hair away from my face as I plant kisses on his chest.

"Mm... lovely Master."

"Mmhm. Obedient slut."



Don't Stop Believing



  Hi Folks,

For my first story of the new year I decided to give you guys a salad. When I started writing this story I wanted to write something in line with HueDogg's comment from a few weeks back. At the same time I've been thinking about how ny stories usually end with the guy and his new woman driving off into the sunset. I usually do that for two reasons. One is because the only time I didn't do that (Sundown part one, you guys made me write second part) and because for those of you who are in the midst of a divorce I like to give you hope that things will turn out better, I mean, you all know that they did for me, Anyway...while I ws writing that story I read an article on the net about people who stay married even though they haven't had sex in sometimes ridiculous numbers of years. And not all of them cheat on each other either. So this story is made up of bits and pieces of lots of things. It's a salad. Don't stop believing. Mikoe the baby did her usual excellent job of making my gibberish legible. And I have to admit that I told her something thta wasn't true. The Raspberry cocoa is now our second favorite type. We like the caramel best. SS06

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Almost every day I wonder how things got this bad. I'm sure that I have high blood pressure and probably a host of other diseases, that will, in the end, hasten my death. In my case, death will be a welcome thing. It has to be better than the constant pain and depression that I've lived with for the past eleven years.

My friends also wonder why. I guess it's hard for them to imagine being a prisoner for this length of time. When you look at it, eleven years is a long time to be sentenced to. Under certain circumstances, I could have been freed before this if I'd killed someone. And I haven't committed any crimes.

Sometimes, I can't help myself. Occasionally, I look at the clock ticking on the wall. I watch the minute hand and the second hand as they slowly make their circuits around the clock's face. Sometimes, I look past the minutes and seconds and allow myself to think of the time in days or weeks or months.

Once in a while, I take the long view and think about what I could have done and what my life would have been like if I'd been free.

Sometimes, as I watch the smiling face of the warden as he marches up the stairs to attend to his pursuits, I begin to wonder what my life will be like when I am no longer sentenced to serve under him. Although he isn't supposed to, I've seen him take women up to his room. I guess he has a right to have a woman every now and then, even though I can't.

It's been eleven years since I last had a woman. No conjugal visits for me. I no longer trust women. After all, it was a woman who did this to me. She took away my manhood, broke my heart and ruined my trust in women all at the same time. Of course if you ask her she always says the same thing. She says, "It wasn't her fault it was all just a mistake."

The worst thing about it is that she was supposed to be the person I'd spend the rest of my life with. She was the woman I loved more than any other person on God's green earth. She was my wife, the mother of my children and I'd always thought; my soul-mate.

My sun, my moon and my entire world centered on June. Maybe that was a bit too much responsibility to place on one woman's shoulders. It's a terrible thing to place someone that high on a pedestal and have them fall so utterly and completely on their ass.

As I drive onto the freeway off ramp, my aging but still potent 1999 Mustang GT growls a bit. The low rumble is her way of letting all of the cars around us know that though she's 14 years old and at least a couple of generations removed from the beautiful 2013 Mustang that blew by us a few miles back, she's still a beast.

Of course, she's a toothless beast since even the V6's now have more horsepower than she has, but that doesn't matter to either of us. I pat her affectionately on the dashboard and reassure her that she's still my girl.

A rare smile crosses my lips as Journey's "Don't stop believing," comes on the radio.

"Just a city boy. Born and raised in south Detroit," that's where the verse ends for me. You see, I missed that midnight train going anywhere and I'm STILL...STUCK...HERE.

I didn't stop believing. My belief was torn from me along with my dreams of a good life. And whenever I try to hold onto that feeling, it eludes me as I contemplate the walls of my prison. But someday, like all caged birds, I'll be free.

I sing along with Steve and the boys for a few blocks and then my temporary elation and hopes for a day when the doors to the prison swing open fade. I sigh as I turn off the engine and get out of the car.

My house is a small but well kept-up ranch in a suburb just outside of Detroit. It's not worth much money and the area isn't what it once was, but at least it's outside of the city.

Most of our neighbors envy my house, while I envy their happiness and their lives. Since I have neither of those, all of my energy goes into the house, my car and especially my kids.

I call my kids the wardens because they're the only reason I'm stuck here. I love my kids more than anything. There is nothing I wouldn't do for either of them. So enduring this is nothing. 

My daughter, Melissa, is away at college and her brother, Todd, will join her in less than one more year. I smile just thinking about it, then smile again as I open the door and walk into the house. 

"Hello Dell," says June, as I walk into the house. I notice that the house smells wonderful. 

"I made a roast," she says. "I made it the way you like it with carrots and celery. Of course, I threw some potatoes in too, because your son loves them."

I don't even look at her as I head back into the bedroom and grab running gear out of the drawers and closet there. I change and go right back outside to run. I can't help seeing June's face as I walk past her.

"Todd is going to a friend's house to study after practice," she says. "Should I wait and eat with you or just leave you a plate in the oven?"

"Neither, please," I say without looking at her. "I'm probably not going to be very hungry."

I leave quickly to avoid further conversation. I jog down my street and nod or wave at the neighbors I pass before I get to the park. Once I enter the park, I start to run faster and pretend not to see or notice the people I pass.

An hour later, I stagger back into the house, exhausted and out of breath. I take a warm shower and microwave a slice of three day old pizza for dinner. June frowns as she watches me do it.

She showers while I eat it, washing it down with a Pepsi.

"Dell, can we please talk?" she asks. I turn to look at her.

June, even at her age, is an attractive woman; at least she is to me. But my opinion probably doesn't count because I've loved her since the first time I saw her.

As I wait for her to begin her latest futile effort, I shake my head and look at her. She's short with brown hair in a pixie cut. Her breasts aren't large but the nipples still stand straight out. She's put on a very sheer nightie and her nipples are so hard I can make out the lines and bumps on them as she stands in front of me.

I unfold the blanket that's always on the couch as she moves towards me.

"Dell, why are you still sleeping on the couch?" she begins. "It makes no sense."

"I'm sleeping on the couch because you've turned Melissa's room into an office," I said. "My plan was to sleep in there, but it just wasn't worth arguing over. Besides I'm used to disappointments and things not working out the way I want them to."

"Dell, there's no reason for you to sleep in Melissa's room when we have a room of our own. I'd never try to force you into anything, but don't you miss...?"She paused and let out a sigh. "Dell, I'd give anything just to sleep beside you again," she tried to hide the sobs but they came out any way. "Dell, it's been ten years," she cried. "I want you so bad I could pull my hair out. Couldn't we...just once...?"

"June, are you out of guys to fuck?" I asked. "You're so desperate that you're hitting on me now?"

"Dell, there haven't been any guys," she sobbed. "I haven't had sex with anyone except myself since..."

"Well, that's YOUR fault," I smirked. "I've got all kinds of women after me. I'm laying more pipe than a team of plumbers. And I'm doing it all June. All of those things that you swore you'd only let ME do, that you did with..."

"Stop it Dell," she screamed. "Don't say another fucking word!"

I lay down on the couch and pulled the blanket over me. "Know why I was late getting home today?" I leered. She looked at me through her tears. "I was with Sue. She gave me the best blow job I've ever had. She licked my dick like it was an ice cream cone and she swallowed every drop when she was done. Next time I'm gonna' slurp on her pussy until my tongue falls off."

Tears rolled down her cheeks and she turned to the computer in the corner of the room. She printed out an email and handed it to me. The message detailed everything I'd done since leaving work.

"You left work at the normal time and stopped off for gas," she said. "You checked your own oil levels and went into the station to buy a quart. You put it in yourself. You drove home the long way and you sat in the driveway singing along to some old rock song," she said. There was silence for a while.

"Where's the part about this perfect blow job?" she asked. "If you want one that fucking badly all you have to do is ask. And you don't have to make things up. I'd do exactly what you wanted, exactly the way you want it. I'll do it as often as you want, for as long as you want. And if you really want to lick someone's pussy, the one you're supposed to be licking is right here."

"June, why is it that you have money for a private detective to follow me around but not enough for a divorce?" I asked.

"Because I don't want a fucking divorce," she cried. "And Jerry follows you for me occasionally, for free."

"Probably because you're fucking him too," I smirked.

"Dell, the only person I want to fuck is you," she yelled at me. "But honey, I'm going crazy. It's been too long. I..."

"I gave you permission a long time ago," I said. "I told you that you could go out and fuck anyone you wanted. Just don't being them here. Shit, have another gangbang. It's not like anything between us is going to change."

She turned and walked back into the room that used to be our bedroom. I tried to sleep but I could hear her crying until I drifted off.

*  *  *  *  *  *

June

As I lay there, crying in my bed, I ached. My body, my mind and my heart all ached, but I knew that I had only myself to blame.

My heart had ached for over ten years now. Of all the women I knew, including the other married ones; I am the only one man woman. My husband is the only man I will EVER love. 

My heart ached because in a very real way, I am not with the man I love more than anything else on this planet. We live in the same house. We see each other every day. And we are still married. But he barely speaks to me. And he no longer looks at me the way he used to.

Dell used to look at me like I was the only woman on the planet or at least the sexiest one and that meant so much more than anything else to me. 

I know that most women would want to scold me here and tell me that I should consider myself a mother first, a woman second and a wife last. But in my heart, the wife came first. In order for me to feel like a woman, I needed a man and the man I needed was my husband.

More than anything else, I needed love. I needed to know that that my man loved me. It meant more to me than anything else I could think of. My love for my husband, more than anything else, made me go on day after day hoping that he'd get over this.

My mind, on the other hand, told me to stay strong and stay the course. I was sure that I was making progress this time. In fact, considering all of the factors, I should have been overjoyed. Dell and I had just held a conversation of sorts. We had exchanged more than one sentence and he'd actually contributed more than just grunts or monosyllabic answers.

And most importantly of all, he had looked at me. And in that way all women have of knowing those things, I knew that he'd liked what he'd seen and that he had wanted me. My husband might not have admitted it. Perhaps he hadn't even admitted it to himself, but Dell had wanted to fuck me.

I knew the look in his eyes as well as I knew my own face in the mirror. If he'd still been the man I married, he'd have me on my back right now. I could just imagine him spreading my legs and fucking the shit out of me.

My body, of course, was the weak link in the chain. I am, after all, only human. And I suffer from all the wants and desires that all humans do. It had actually been my body that had ruined my life. When I say my body, please don't think I'm claiming to be a porn star or some sex goddess. I'm nowhere near the model type. If you're thinking tall, thin, big boobed, blond; forget about it.

I'm barely five feet tall. It would be a stretch to say I'm a B cup. And my ass is a little bit bigger than it should be. I guess my legs are a trifle thick too, but Dell worships me. Or at least he did.

Dell and I have been together for twenty years now. We'd met when I was twenty and my beloved was about to be nineteen. The first two years we'd only dated, but they were dates like none I'd ever experienced. It didn't matter where we went or when, the only thing that mattered was that we were together.

I felt more passion and more love, sitting on a park bench with Wardell Cleaver than I ever had the few times I'd been in bed with some guy trying his best to give me an orgasm. To anyone who knew me, there was no question that I'd marry Dell and bear his children. The only question was when.

We were married inside of two years, even though we hadn't quite graduated. We actually had a great life plan. We were going to graduate, become successful, then get married and have babies. The grand plan called for four children. But...shit happens. Nowhere in the plan was it mentioned that we'd have to get married before we graduated so that our daughter wouldn't be born out of wedlock.

The plan also had no provision for both Dell and I, taking awful jobs, just to put a roof over our heads and food in our stomachs. And of course, there was never any mention in the plan for the economy to take a shit and leave us barely scraping by for most of our lives.

But undaunted, we lived, we loved and we laughed at what life threw us. Once again it never mattered that we weren't rich as long as we were together. More than anything else we were happy.

A lot of our more well to do friends envied us. When they talked about the latest TV shows, we laughed. The only television we had was in the kids play room and it was a very old set. We had no time for things like that. We had a schedule to keep. Sunday nights were nights of rest for us. We lay together holding each other tightly. We exchanged only gentle kisses and we talked about our future.

On Mondays we fucked. Monday night was our raw and rough night of passion. Most of the time on Mondays, I took my panties off as soon as I got home from work. I never knew when or how Dell would take me, only that he would. Often in the summers, we had to leave the house to avoid the kids hearing what we did.

Tuesdays were oral only. I think that both of us developed our oral skills from those Tuesdays.

Wednesdays were hand-jobs only and Dell often started on me while we sat at the dinner table. Of course, that stopped when the kids got older.

Thursday nights were ladies choice nights. Dell knew that meant lots of foreplay and slow romantic love making. I think that even to this day those are the nights I miss the most. I would give anything just to have my Thursday nights back. I swear that both of my children were conceived on Thursday nights.

Friday nights were our nights for exploration and education. We'd try new things or rent porno movies and try what we saw them do. We tried role playing and bondage and spanking. We first did anal on a Friday night. Dell has ALWAYS loved my ass so that was a major milestone in his life.

Saturday nights were our no holds or holes barred nights. Absolutely nothing was off the table. We never tried a threesome or anything else that involved other people. They were simply not necessary. Sex was something for Dell and me, alone, to share.

I cry more now as I think of the mess I made of things. Once again, I need to mention that we didn't have a lot. We weren't and to this day aren't rich or even comfortable, but we were happy.

We knew everyone in our neighborhood and often had parties and get-togethers. When we'd been married for a little over seven years it all went to hell.

It started out slowly but one event built upon another to bring about our doom. Our next door neighbor was a very old woman. For the previous few years she had a series of obstacles to overcome. First her husband passed. We helped her through it but she was never quite the same. I felt sympathy for her because I knew then that if Dell ever left me, I'd be in the same boat. I would literally just waste away until I could join him.

In her case, it took a few years but it was her mind that left her first. She started seeing him everywhere and she'd even talk to him. I remember plenty of times when we'd sit on her back porch or mine and she'd suddenly begin speaking to him and even waiting for him to answer. She'd laugh and reach for him as if he was still there. Then she began forgetting all sorts of things, like where she was or even to put clothes on before leaving her house.

I was forced to contact her children and they came one day and took her away. They rented out her house and that was another domino in my disaster. At first they rented it to families. It finally was rented to a trio of college boys who held parties all the time.

Sometimes Dell and I went over to their parties and other times we partied alone. Dell was trying to get ahead at his job and had taken to working extra shifts on occasion. I couldn't complain because we needed the money, but the extra hours apart were hard on me. On one of those occasions, knowing that my kids were asleep, I went next door just to have one drink and cut through some of my angst over Dell not being with me.

It was the biggest mistake I ever made. There were at least ten or twelve beautiful young women there so I didn't feel threatened. That was another mistake. I failed to notice the subtle details. All of the men present were only drinking beer. It was the girls who were downing the spiked punch at an alarming rate. I knew the punch was spiked, but I thought that they'd only added some liquor to it for more of a bite. I was wrong.

I'd only intended to have a quick glass or two and then head home to await Dell. After all, late or not, it was a Thursday. I was already starting to feel a bit horny; more than a bit in fact. And I was also very warm. That was all I remember before I woke up in one of the beds on the second floor with three college boys humping away on me. The one in my pussy had the biggest dick I'd ever seen on a human.

I've read stories about women that they call size queens. These women seek out men with huge dicks. They seem to have orgasm after orgasm on them. Well...those bitches are crazy. All I felt was pain. Those assholes were just using my body like a playground ride. There was no love or compassion in what they were doing. I screamed and pushed them away from me even as I regained consciousness.

"Hey baby, where ya going?" cried one of the drunken guys as I got off the bed and staggered out of the room picking up my clothing as I went. I never did find my panties but I was out of there in less than two minutes.




Don't Stop Believing



Unfortunately, I'd been out of it for far longer than I thought. Dell's Mustang was already in the driveway. I slipped into the house calling his name.

Earlier in the day, I'd been at another neighbor's house and she'd invited us to a party she was having on the weekend. I told my husband the first lie of our marriage. I told him that I'd been down the street instead of next door.

It was the worst moment of my life. I stood there in front of my husband as he sat on the edge of the bed in our children's room and I lied.

It didn't matter that I did it to save my marriage and our happiness, I felt awful. And even as I said the words, I looked at him and on some level I knew that he didn't believe me.

Without another word, he leaned over and kissed my daughter on her forehead as she slept. Then he did the same to her brother. He moved past me then without a word.

Dell and I were always touching each other and I hoped and prayed that just that once he didn't grab my ass. "Oh please Lord," I prayed. "I haven't been to church in the seven plus years since we got married but if you let me get away with this one..."

Dell walked right out of the room without touching me. My prayer had come true. But somehow I still felt as if I'd lost something.

"Dell, where are you going?" I asked.

"Dinner," was all he said. I felt like I'd won the lottery. I went into the bathroom and took a long, very hot shower. Luckily that night was ladies night and I had a plan. Dell loved to fuck me doggy style and that was what he'd get tonight for starters. But I would keep my legs pressed tightly together and squeeze his dick inside of me so he wouldn't be able to tell how stretched out my pussy was. After a few moments of that, I'd have him switch to my ass. The guy who'd been fucking my ass was smaller than Dell so he probably wouldn't notice.

As the warm water cascaded over me, I began to think that I might get away with it. I stayed in the shower scrubbing and douching myself until our water heater ran out of hot water. Then I put on one of Dell's old T-shirts and got into bed to wait for him.

I knew that something was funny because it never took him this long to eat if I was waiting for him; especially not on a Thursday. And that Thursday, after what those assholes had done to me, I really needed to be made love to. I didn't need to be tricked and raped. I didn't need to be gang-banged. I didn't need to be fucked. I needed to have my husband wrap his arms around me and express his love for me physically. I needed to be held and caressed and kissed by someone who treated me like I was special.

After a few more minutes, I went looking for Dell. It was funny but until I started thinking about my husband making love to me the word rape had never entered my thoughts. But that really was what had happened to me. It hadn't been my fault. Those assholes had drugged me and taken advantage of me. They deserved to be prosecuted and go to prison. Unfortunately, I wasn't in a position to do that.

Doing that would reveal to my husband not only that I had lied to him, but that I had left our children alone so I could go to a party. There was also the fact that I was a thirty year old woman, not a young college girl; and I knew what went on at those parties next door. I'd also promised Dell that I wouldn't ever go over there without him.

Any revenge on the assholes next door would have to be done in a way that Dell never caught wind of what I'd done. My marriage meant more to me than getting revenge for a temporarily sore pussy. Besides, they hadn't hurt me. All they'd really done was to warm me up for what I was about to get anyway.

As I looked through the house, I was surprised to find that Dell hadn't touched his dinner. I finally found him in the kids' playroom. He was curled up on the floor watching TV. That alone was odd. Neither of us watched TV.

"Honey, are you coming to bed?" I asked.

"I'll be there in a minute," he said. His voice sounded robotic. He sounded like one of the characters in the movies who've been taken over by pod people. "I'm watching..." his voice trailed off and I realized then that he didn't even know what he was watching. He wasn't actually watching TV. He was just staring at the screen while his mind was somewhere else.

He did follow me to our bedroom and start taking off his clothes. He took a shower, I guess. I don't think he even noticed that the water wasn't hot. And I suppose that I was too busy worrying about my own concerns to notice the pattern in his odd behavior.

Of course, now I can see that he was simply doing whatever he could to avoid me, but then all I wanted was to make it through the night. I kept thinking that if I could just keep going until morning everything would be fine.

We finally got into bed and his skin was ice cold. He also had boxers on. I don't remember him ever sleeping with anything on.

"Dell, take those things off," I said smiling. I moved over to him and took his dick in my hand. That moment shattered me. It's like when you reach down and take out your iPhone. You gently press the button on top of it, ready to be connected to your loved ones, or your friends or the world, through the internet. Then you look down and have that sinking feeling as you discover that your iPhone, the miraculous piece of technology that does so much...doesn't work!

You feel strangely cut off, not just from a stupid phone but from everything. You feel like one of your limbs has been damaged. That was how I felt. We'd been together for ten years and that was the first time that my touch failed to arouse my husband.

Normally if I looked at Dell cross eyed he got a hard-on. I could bump against Dell when he was delirious with a fever and he'd want to fuck me. It was really bad when he was sick and physically couldn't do it, because he still got the hard-on.

I looked at him in shock. "Sorry, I'm just not in the mood tonight," he said.

My mind split open. Differing areas of my brain were all trying to focus on different aspects of the situation. On one hand, if Dell didn't want sex, if we could take just one night off, I was in the clear. On another hand, I really needed to be in his arms. I needed reassurance that I was still loved and cherished and not a whore or a piece of meat like the assholes had made me feel like. And yet another piece of my consciousness wondered why, for the first time in our marriage, my husband did not want to have sex with me.

Instead of working together as a cohesive unit, the different areas of my brain fought for dominance, so I was never able to put all of the pieces together. Instead of a competed puzzle, I was left with all of the pieces.

The next day my sister came over to visit me. We talked about our parents and our significant others and other things that sisters talk about. But after a while she just came out and asked me point blank.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she asked. "Don't tell me, Ward was a little hard on the beaver last night, right?"

"His name is Dell," I said. "He hates to be called Ward."

"Jeez Sis," she said. "I'm sorry. I didn't know this was so serious. But the way you guys go at it is crazy."

"Not last night," I said.

She laughed at me then. "Is that all that's wrong with you? Are you a nympho or something sis?"

"It's never happened to us before," I said. She looked at me like I was crazy.

"Damn girl, you should be glad to have a night off. Nobody fucks every night. Shit, you guys have been together for ten God damned years and you're still going at it like newlyweds. Listen dumbass, the average married couple fucks from one to three times a week. You're getting more than twice that. It isn't unusual for things to get a bit stale from time to time. Go out and buy some lingerie. Talk dirty to him over the phone while he's at work. In no time at all he'll be fucking you like his own personal sex toy again."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Positive," she said. "Mary goes off on a bender and we sometimes don't have sex for a few weeks. Then I'll bend over to get a pot out of a low cabinet and she'll drag me off to the bedroom and fuck me until neither of us can move. There are always going to be ups and downs in your sex life."

I felt a lot better when she left. Dell came home and spent some time looking through his American Muscle catalog. Whenever he caught them on sale he always bought performance parts for his Mustang. That always cheered him up. Well, usually it did. Not that night. After a week without sex, I was beginning to worry. After two weeks, I was climbing the walls. And it wasn't just the lack of sex. Dell didn't grab my ass anymore, he rarely kissed me and even then it wasn't on the lips. Even in bed at night, he didn't hold me or cuddle with me while we slept.

I kept asking him what was wrong, but he just said that he was fine. I was sure he wasn't. In fact, the only reason I could think of that he didn't want to fuck me was that he was fucking someone else. I needed to know who she was so I could kill the bitch and get my husband back. There was no thought in my mind about divorcing him or anything like that. I just wanted him back. Dell and I were forever. Everything else was just in the way.

I work as a stenographer in a very large legal firm. The firm has a lot of PI's and investigators on retainer. I'm pretty friendly in a totally non-sexual way with most of the people who work for us. I decided to ask one of the guys if he could spend some time tracking my husband.

After three weeks he reported back to me. He'd followed Dell every day during that three week period, except for when he was doing work for the firm or the weekends when Dell was home with me.

He hadn't seen even a hint of impropriety. Not only was Dell not cheating on me, he didn't even engage in any harmless flirting around the office. I'd known that he wasn't but it hadn't hurt to confirm my suspicions. I'd noticed that the only time that Dell seemed to come out of his funk was when he was around our kids. When it was just him and the kids, he was still the same old Dell that we all knew and loved. So obviously, the problem lay elsewhere.

Another week passed and I realized that we hadn't had sex in six weeks. I began to get angry then. First I just laid into him and asked him what was going on.

"Dell, Honey what's going on?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said.

"Then why haven't we had sex in six fucking weeks?" I asked.

"Maybe we're in a slump," he said.

"Is there anything I can do to get us out of the slump?" I asked.

"Not that I can think of," he said. He walked away even though the conversation wasn't over. I thought about everything that had happened lately but somehow the incident next door didn't come to mind because I was sure he hadn't known about it.

I went to Dell's doctor and told him about the problems. He immediately gave me some samples of both Cialis and Viagra. He told me to have him try both and see which one worked better for us.

I left them on Dell's dresser and told him to take one before we got into bed that night. He looked at the packages and laughed crazily for over twenty minutes. Then he went to bed.

The next day I told him that he didn't have to be embarrassed about his little problem.

"I've read articles about it, honey. It happens to most men at some time or other," I said.

"What are you talking about?" he said.

"You know, your uhm...erectile dysfunction," I whispered.

He started laughing again and wouldn't stop.

"Dell, this isn't a laughing matter," I said. I was getting angry.

"If you don't have ED isn't there something you want to tell me?" I asked.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" he asked right back.

"I've been kissing your ass for almost two months now," I screamed. "I'm trying to figure out why you've been treating me like shit. I haven't done anything to deserve it."

His face hardened and it scared me. In all of our years together, Dell had never once lost his temper over anything between us. And he covered it up well, but I knew that he was definitely angry at me for something.

As usual, he didn't want to get into a shouting match so he just walked away and left me screaming at him as he did.

For the next few days I put even more scrutiny on Dell. In fact any time he went anywhere alone in the house, I showed up. If he closed a door, I opened it and went in to see what he was doing.

I didn't find shit. He wasn't looking at porn; not that I'd have minded since we often did that together or at least we used to. Then I made a discovery in a very sneaky way. Dell and I had one of those nanny cams that look like a teddy bear. I left it in our room while Dell was taking a nap. I told him I was going out shopping and he just grunted. I waited about thirty minutes and went back into the house. I opened the door to our bedroom and found Dell looking at our wedding album.

I always got home a couple of hours before Dell did so I checked the nanny cam before he got home the next day. While the kids were out playing in the yard, I looked at the footage of what their father had been hiding from me and it made me cry.

My husband, like a lot of men, was masturbating. The thing that was so bad about it was what he was using to stimulate himself. He was using pictures of me. I just didn't understand it. Why would he all of a sudden prefer to jack off than fuck his own willing wife? Obviously there was no question that he found me attractive. God if I wasn't so horny, I'd find it flattering. The problem was that Dell was angry at me for some reason and he wouldn't tell me what it was.

We got into the second biggest fight of our marriage that night. And yes I did it on purpose. I hoped that I could get him angry enough that he'd spill or just let slip what he was so angry about. He didn't.

I took the next day off from work. I still took the kids to school and day care but I was too stressed out to work. I needed to solve the problems in my marriage before I went crazy. I always thought more clearly when I cleaned or did house work. I was working on my garden when it happened. One minute I was down on my knees in the dirt pulling weeds and the next I was turned around to see where the whistle had come from.

I looked straight into the eyes of one of the guys who had raped me. It wasn't the one with the huge dick, but it was one of them. We weren't actually friendly enough to even know their names.

"I guess I wasn't as drunk that night as I thought," he said.

I turned back to my weeding.

"That ass is spectacular," he said. "How come you haven't been back?"

"Like I'd actually come over there and let you rape me again," I spat.

"That wasn't rape," he said. "You liked it and as soon as you told us to stop, we did."

"I didn't like it," I said. "I was drugged out of my mind."

"Damn, we should have told you not to drink the punch," he said. "Everybody who comes to our parties knows to only drink the punch if they want to get laid. I'm really sorry about that."

He seemed so sincere about it. And we kept talking that afternoon. I ended up telling him that I wished I had some of that punch to give my husband. Even as I said it, I realized that it was the perfect answer to my problem. I could spike Dell's drink and let it make him do what he should be doing anyway. It wouldn't actually be rape. They always had a hard time proving that a husband had raped his wife whenever those things came up in court. The husbands always claimed that the wives weren't fulfilling their conjugal duties and that was how I felt about what Dell was doing. It just didn't make sense. Why the hell would a healthy man jack off to my pictures but not touch my pussy for over two months?

"Can you give me some of that stuff?" I asked.

"Well...," he began. "...It's kind of expensive. But maybe we can make a deal."

I knew that it was wrong from the beginning. But I couldn't take another two months without my husband. This time there'd be no chance of anything going wrong. This time we'd be in my house. I drew the drapes in the living room and we went in through the back door so no one would see him coming over. He wanted to fuck me. But I told him that was out. I'd give him a hand-job and let him look at my ass and maybe feel it, but that was all.

As soon as we got into the living room, he sat down on the couch.

"Pull those jeans down," he said thickly. I did and his eyes got huge.

"Shake that fat ass baby, shake it," he said.

"Where's the stuff?" I asked. He pulled a tiny vial out of his pocket. He held it up and then put it back. I had to have it. As I watched, he pulled his pants down too. His dick was tiny. I couldn't really give him a hand job. It was more like a finger job. He enjoyed it though. He started humping his hips then he pushed my hands away and started jacking off.

"Don't you want me to finish you?" I said.

"Get on your hands and knees and shake that fat ass," he said. I did what he wanted, but I couldn't believe that he was getting off on looking at my ass. I thought that only Dell liked it.

Just realizing that he was that turned on turned me on too. Before he got much further I crawled over to him and I couldn't help it I started sucking his tiny dick. While I did it he squeezed my boobs and my fire was lit. Two months without sex and I couldn't wait anymore. There were no drugs involved. I was just imagining Dell fucking me the way he would when I drugged him. I didn't really see a difference between what Dell was doing with my pictures and what I was doing while imagining that this dumb assed frat boy was my husband. Most of all, I needed that vial that he had in his pocket so I could get the real thing.

He pushed me back onto the rug and my legs spread by magic. He pushed his dick into me and I barely felt it. I had to rub my own clit to get me going while he grunted and humped away. I remembered those grunts then. He'd been the one who'd fucked me in the ass two months before. Strangely enough, it all became clear then. The rape next door had happened two months ago. I suddenly realized that you could see into the house next door from some of our bedrooms if they didn't close their curtains.

Could Dell possibly have seen what happened to me and gotten the wrong idea? The more I thought about it, the more it seemed likely. I had to call him so we could talk about this. I needed to make him understand what had gone on.

I cried out and pushed the sweating man off of me with strength I never knew I had. "Get off of me," I screamed. 

There's a thing called Murphy's Law. I don't remember the exact phrasing of it, but the gist of it is that whatever can go wrong; will go wrong and at the worst possible time.

"You may as well let him finish," said a voice from behind us.

"Nooo," I screamed, as I looked into the eyes of my husband.

"Get the fuck out of my house," he said calmly. "...Both of you."

My brain refused to process what he said. In fact, I don't know the correct medical terminology for it but I just checked out. I can remember everything that happened during my little episode but at the time I just lost control of my motor functions and slumped to the ground.

Dell stared at me and I stared back at him. Only the stupid frat boy seemed to be able to move. He was fumbling with his pants and underwear and trying to pull them up. I don't know what actually triggered it but something did. Maybe it was when the frat boy actually started to realize that he couldn't pull his pants or his underwear up while he was on his knees. But as soon as he started standing up Dell snapped.

He crossed the room so quickly he could have teleported, and punched the guy in the face so hard I heard the popping sound through the hands that I'd placed over my ears.




Don't Stop Believing



I turned towards the sound. I think the sound brought me out of my shock paralysis. My senses were still distorted though. It seemed like everything was occurring in slow motion. I saw and tracked Dell's second punch as it seemed to slowly move towards what was left of the guy from next door.

This punch hit him in the cheek. I watched as the shock of the blow rippled across his face and his head snapped violently to the side. He was already falling but Dell didn't stop. As the man hit the floor probably knocked out already, his legs splayed open uselessly and Dell's foot went back and upwards and then came down like a guillotine on the helpless man's nuts.

I can't imagine the pain that must have caused him, but I can still hear his scream echoing through my head now over ten years later. That was what made me move. I grabbed Dell from behind and pulled him off of the man.

"Dell, don't do it," I screamed. "You're going to kill him."

He turned and looked at me. It was like looking into the abyss. My husband; my sweet, kind, compassionate lover and the father of my children, was not in there. When I looked into his eyes I saw only rage and pain.

"Roll this sack of shit out of my house, whore," he spat at me.

"Dell, he's out," I said. "We have to call 911."

I got on the phone and called for an ambulance. The problem was that when you call 911 the police come too. The next four hours were interesting. The police wanted at first to book Dell on assault and attempted murder charges, but once they found the vial in the frat boy's pocket and heard the story, especially what they'd done to me, they decided not to press any charges against Dell if we'd agree to work with them. The frat boy was arrested for possession of a controlled substance.

The police also went next door and found a lot more of the stuff, so all of his room-mates were also arrested. They were all held on drug charges and copped a plea to a lesser charge for what they'd done to me. All three of them would be in jail for at least ten years. Before they even started their lives and careers, they were over.

My sister had to pick up our kids from school and daycare, but the thing that bothered me the most was Dell. He didn't say a single word to me for the entire time that we were there.

Even when the police took my statement and I wanted him there to hear it, he refused to speak to me. The police told me that those guys were predators and anyone could have been taken advantage of by them. There had been a lot of girls hurt by them who would probably come forward now. They told me that I was brave for coming forward. I hoped that Dell would see it that way.

As soon as we got the kids into bed, I turned to him and he finally said something to me. It was nowhere near what I expected. I thought he'd say, "Oh Junie, I'm sorry for what those animals did to you," or "We'll make it through this," or "I didn't know."

I was surprised.

"You can start packing now," was all he said.

"What?" I said in shock. "Dell, I was raped." My voice was louder than I wanted it to be. I didn't want my kids to hear any of this. They were asleep but I didn't want to take any chances. I reached out to grab his arm and pull him into the kitchen. As my hand neared his, he pulled away from me as if I was poison.

"Don't touch me," he said.

"Can we go somewhere that the kids won't hear us, like the kitchen?" I asked. He just walked away from me.

When I got to the kitchen, I sat down while he just paced. I made his favorite Raspberry Cocoa for both of us.

"Can we talk about this calmly?" I asked, pushing a cup towards him. He moved so quickly I didn't see it coming. He swatted the cup away, shattering it against a wall.

"What the fuck do you think this is?" he hissed. "I don't want to make nice with you. I just want you gone so I can start trying to put my life back together again. I have so many things to try to figure out."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Like how to explain to my kids why their mommy isn't living with us anymore," he said angrily. If I'd thought that I could never imagine the pain that frat boy felt when Dell had stomped his nuts, I was suddenly able to. The thought of spending my life without my husband or my kids hurt me more than anything I'd ever felt before in my life."

I was speechless.

"You just had to do it again, didn't you?" he hissed. I saw his face and realized finally where all the rage was coming from. Dell was hurt more than any man could endure. The rage was his way of channeling the pain he was going through.

"I saw it the first time, you know," he said. "And I guess I had the wrong idea. I thought that they had drugged you, but I wasn't sure."

"What the fuck do you mean by that?" I asked. "Of course, they drugged me. Why else do you think they got me into that room?"

"But June, you didn't see it," he said, with tears streaming down his face. "I was so angry, I couldn't see straight. I was getting ready to come over there and kill them all. Then I saw you push them off of you and couldn't tell what was going on. I didn't know if you had just come out of it or if you'd realized the time and were worried that your dumb assed husband would probably be home soon and catch you with your lovers."

"Dell, look at me," I said. "You're my only lover. Those assholes raped me."

"Then why the fuck did you spend all afternoon talking to one of them," he asked. "And why the fuck did you bring that asshole into my house."

Before I could say anything he started talking again.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked. "Has there ever been a time in the past ten fucking years that you couldn't tell me something?" I reached up to wipe his tears and he slapped my hands away.

"You were everything thing to me," he cried. "God I was stupid. I kept waiting for you to tell me what had happened so we could get over it together or so I could go over there and beat the fuck out of those guys. If it hadn't been anything you wanted, surely you'd have said something. I waited day after day, week after week, but you didn't say a God damned thing. Finally, I came to the conclusion that I'd been right all along. You hadn't said anything because you liked it."

"My wife, my best friend, the mother of my children, the woman I wanted to grow old with is nothing but another gangbang slut. Do you know how badly I missed you? Do you know how much I missed what we had? I feel like such a fool. Then today you just proved it. I came home to change shirts because I ripped the one I was wearing. I saw you talking to that asshole over the fence and then invite him over. The next thing I know you took him into our house. And you weren't even drugged this time."

"Dell, you have to let me explain this..." I said.

"What is there to explain?" he asked. "What possible explanation do you have for sucking another man's dick and letting him fuck you in our house?"

I didn't know what to say.

"So how long have you been doing this?" he asked. "Am I going to look like a fool in court trying to go after custody of kids that aren't even mine?"

"Dell, what are you talking about. We don't have to go to court. The police told you there are no charges against us. We aren't going to jail so we don't have to worry about keeping custody of our kids. They'll be right here with us the way they always have been. Actually, we should start working on the next one."

"Are you crazy?" he screamed. "I wouldn't touch you with someone else's dick. You do gangbangs with guys who screw any woman they can drug. I have no idea what kind of disease cocktail is brewing inside of you. You never made any of your lovers use a condom. And I know we're not going to jail. I'm talking about getting custody of the kids in the divorce."

I was too shocked to say anything. I just started crying even more.

Dell picked up the phone and started talking.

"Look, I know we don't really get along that well," he said to someone. "But I need a really big favor. Can you come and get your sister before I end up hurting her."

After that he walked out of the room. I followed him but he went into the kids' room and locked the door from the inside.

I sat by the door and tried to talk to Dell through it but he wouldn't answer me. The doorbell rang a few minutes after that and I went to answer it.

My sister, May, looked at me strangely.

"Where is he?" she asked. "What did he do? He didn't hurt you, did he?" I just shook my head.

"I'll kill that bastard," she yelled. "Ward Cleaver, bring your ass down here," she screamed.

I told her to be quiet because the kids were asleep. "I don't give a fuck," she said. "I want his ass. I told you not to marry him. He's going to pay for what he did to you."

Then she looked over at me. "What did he do to you?" she asked.

Dell came to us then. "Thank you for coming," he said. "Make sure she packs enough clothes and doesn't forget her medication. You should take the big fuzzy blanket in the hallway too. Her period is coming up in a couple of days and she always likes to wrap herself in it while someone rubs her tummy."

Ward turned to leave and May slumped to the couch. She was floored. She looked up at me with puzzlement all over her face. "Tell me what the fuck is going on," she said tersely.

"Can't I just go and stay with you for a few days until this all blows over?" I asked.

"Junie, don't you want to take the kids with us?" she asked. "Don't you want to get your kids away from that...monster?"

"He's their father," I laughed. "Dell would never hurt them. He'd never hurt me either. They're better off at home with their dad and all of their toys than they would be squeezed into your tiny apartment."

"I knew you were going to say that," she said looking me over. "Junie, you know I don't like him. I never have. But when I saw the look on his face a couple of minutes ago, it knocked me down. I don't know him very well. In the ten years that you've been with him I don't think I've ever sat down and had a five minute conversation with the man. But I do know one thing; that man is hurting and badly. When I looked in his eyes, I saw devastation. Remember when I worked for the Red Cross? I used to do disaster relief. I saw thousands of people who'd lost everything due to natural disasters or things they just couldn't foresee or control. They all had that look of overwhelming grief. When you looked in their eyes, you could tell that they were standing on the edge of a razor blade between trying to start their lives all over again or just giving up and ending it."

"Junie, I saw that same look on your husband's face. I also saw a lot of pain and even some anger," she said. "Do you know what was missing?" I shook my head and looked at her.

"I didn't see a single trace of guilt. At first, I thought that whatever he'd done to you, he hadn't considered it to be wrong or he'd thought he was justified. Then I looked again and noticed the tears. Junie, men don't cry when they've fucked up. They just get angry and try to fix the problem or make some kind of deal. He came out here, knowing that I don't like him, and even then, the only things he had to say were about taking care of you. He didn't scream or curse at you. He also didn't beg you to stay and give him another chance. I think I should go back there and try to talk to him, don't you?"

"No," I said. "Let's just go and give him a chance to calm down. We don't want to set him off."

"Junie, you're my sister and I love you," she began. "But you're a fucking liar. You don't want me to go back there because we both know that when he came out here he was barely holding it together. He's probably back there in your kids' room crying his eyes out isn't he? He's in their room because his kids are all he has left. So I need the truth, Junie. What did YOU do to him?"

"May, can't we just talk about it in the car?" I said. I grabbed a few things and we left. I didn't want to tell her what happened. I hoped that over-night or over a couple of days Dell and I would talk. I was actually in shock. My brain was refusing to process the events. Everything that I knew to be true, every tenet of my existence, told me that there was simply no way that Dell and I could break up or end our marriage. It simply wasn't possible.

I called Dell and he wouldn't pick up the phone. I left several messages asking, then pleading and finally begging him to let me come home so we could talk. I sat holding my phone, guarding it as if it was the crown jewels. I was more surprised than anything else when it rang. I looked at the screen and answered it immediately when I recognized our home number.

"Hello Honey. I'm so sorry," I croaked hoarsely.

"Sorry for what Mommy?" asked my eight year old daughter. "Daddy told us that Aunt May was sick and you had to take care of her. It's not your fault. You're just being a good sister. Daddy says that Todd and I have to talk to you every day so you know that both of us love you even though you're not here."

"Where is your Dad? Can I speak to him?" I asked.

"He's making dinner and playing with Todd at the same time. They're playing one of Todd's video games. Todd is winning because Daddy keeps running into the kitchen to make sure the food doesn't burn."

"Ask him to come to the phone," I said. I heard her speaking to him and I heard him say something that I couldn't make out. Then I clearly heard him tell Todd to pause the game and come and talk to me.

"No, I'm winning," whined Todd.

I heard more muffled words from Dell and then there was another voice on the phone.

"Hi Mommy," said Todd sullenly. "I'm winning, gotta go." The phone dropped to the floor and I heard Melissa pick it up again.

"Daddy is really busy with dinner, Mommy," she said. "He said that he'll call you later after the kids...I guess he mean us...are in bed. How long will you be away?"

"Until your Aunt May is better," I said.

"Okay, bye," she said and hung up.

"He's good isn't he?" asked May from behind me.

"May, I'm sure you won't believe this since you don't like him, but he only lied to our kids for their own benefit and probably mine as well. What would you rather he tell them? How about he made Mommy go away because she was really bad and ruined our family with her lies? Is that what you wanted him to do?"

"I guess in your mind he should be trying to poison my kids against me. He should be trying to make sure that they know that he was the good guy and I'm the evil witch, huh?" I asked.

"Lighten the fuck up, Junie," she said. "I wasn't saying anything bad about the guy. I was just making a comment about what he did. When I said that he was good, I meant it. I've got friends who are divorced or separated and it seems like all they do is go back and forth trying to one up each other with their kids. He not only isn't playing that game, he's making sure that you get to speak to them. I'm betting he'll even arrange to bring them by to visit with you. He's making sure they're fed and he's playing with them. He's also keeping YOU involved in their lives. He didn't wait for you to call and beg to speak to them. He's trying to do what's best for them. I was just trying to give him some credit."

"Of course, he's trying to do what's best for them. He loves them. He's their father," I spat.

"Junie, there are a lot of men out there who father children," she said. "There aren't nearly as many who really love their kids. But your husband clearly loves his kids. And Junie, he loves you too. I don't know why I never saw that before."

*  *  *  *  *  *

May

Over the weekend nothing changed. My sister slept in the second bedroom of my apartment. I talked to her as often as I was able but I couldn't get her to tell me what was going on. She called him at least twenty times a day and left all kinds of messages. I hated to eavesdrop on her, but I couldn't help her if I didn't know what was going on. The most I could make out was her saying how sorry she was.

Early Sunday morning my cell phone rang. At first I thought it was one of the women I dated but then I recognized the number.

"May, I know that in your eyes I probably don't rate another favor this soon and probably not ever, but I'm asking...I guess I'm begging for one anyway," he said. His voice was even and controlled but I could feel the sadness coming off of him in waves.

"What do you want, Dell?" I asked. It was the first time I'd ever called him anything other than "the bastard," or "Ward," which I only called him because I knew he didn't like it.

"Could you pretend to be sick for a couple of hours today?" he asked almost crying. "I wanted to drop the kids off for a couple of hours with their mom and if they saw you up and about, they'd start asking questions."

"I know I'm starting to really stack up the favors and I have no right to ask, but I'll do anything you want in exchange. I'll cut your grass for the whole summer or fix anything you need or..."

I just couldn't let him go on. He was breaking my heart. The man was literally begging me to let his kids spend some time with their mother. My own sister hadn't once over the two days that she'd been with me worried about her kids. She didn't have to, he was handling everything perfectly.

"It's fine," I said. "I'm not doing this as a favor for you. I'm doing it for my sister." It had come out totally wrong. I had said what I wanted to say, but not what I meant.

"I understand," he said. "As long as my kids are happy, it doesn't matter what you think of me. I'll have them there at about noon. And thanks very much anyway."

I felt like I'd just kicked a puppy. The man's self-esteem was already so low he could slide it under a snake's belly, but my mis-phrasing had made it seem like I still couldn't stand the shit out of him. What I'd really meant was that it should have been my sister asking to spend time with her kids. If there was anyone who was indebted to me for doing it, Junie was the one who should be offering to pay me back.

I started right then to try to figure out what it was that I didn't like about Dell. I guess I never really trusted him. From the first moment I saw him, I'd expected him to break Junie's heart and ruin her life.

I guess it was because Wardell Cleaver is a good looking man. He's a little shy and reserved, but he's the kind of guy who could have, and I hate to say this about my sister, but he could have done better. He could have done better both in life and in love.

I had always thought of my sister as a nice woman. She's cute but not pretty. She took more of our dad's genes and I got our mom's. I'm taller, bustier and slimmer. She's shorter and more pear-shaped. I guess I just thought that Wardell saw Junie as a quick fuck and he'd move along as soon as he got bored. The more Junie gushed about him, the more he took over her heart, the more I anticipated her pain when he dumped her.

Then it happened. I can still remember my panic the morning my mother called to tell me that Junie was pregnant. I didn't wait to hear the rest. I did what any big sister would do. I rushed to her side expecting her to be devastated. I expected to find her crying and sobbing with nothing left of Wardell but some dried up cum in her panties. I was sure he'd be gone with the wind as soon as he found out.

I rushed into her apartment and found her not crying or broken hearted at all but positively glowing as she looked through magazines and catalogs.

"Concentrate on the baby and not that bastard," I said. "We'll all help you Junie. We don't need him. Fuck him."

She looked at me as if I was crazy. "Who don't we need?" she asked. I couldn't get over it. She had the biggest fucking smile on her face.

"The asshole that got you pregnant," I snapped. "Junie, these don't look like baby catalogs."




Don't Stop Believing



"May, are you upset about something?" she asked. "Maybe I'm missing something here. I thought you'd come over to congratulate me and help me plan my wedding. Wait, I know what's going on. You're upset because the older sister is supposed to get married first, right?" I nodded my head woodenly.

"May, I don't HAVE to get married; this isn't the eighteenth century. But I'm going to marry Dell anyway and doing it before the baby is born just seems right. Will you forgive me?" I nodded again. It just didn't seem real.

"May, I'm going to tell you a secret that no one else knows, not even Dell. I'm going to tell you this because you're my sister and I know you won't breathe a word of it to anyone ever. The same way I've kept your secret since we were kids." She was hinting about my liking girls.

"May, Dell and I have been talking about and planning to get married since just after we met. We have our lives planned out. We know how many kids we're going to have and even their names. I fucked that plan up and I'm not sure it was an accident. When we have sex, something happens to me. I just lose it. For the past few months, I've just imagined opening myself up when we have sex. I imagine myself carrying his babies. I think that on some subconscious level, I wanted to get pregnant so I missed more than a few of my pills over the past few months...maybe I just stopped taking them."

I looked at her like she was crazy. I was sure that the wedding was simply a ruse so he could make his escape plan and that he'd be gone before she started to show. I just couldn't imagine a guy like that settling down with my sister. There was also the fact that neither of them would be able to complete the advanced degrees that they needed to assure success in their chosen fields. Over the next few years, they'd have to struggle to make ends meet. I just couldn't imagine him doing that for my short chubby sister.

"So how did he take it when you told him?" I asked. "He was probably pissed."

"Nope, he got right down on one knee and asked me to marry him and spend the rest of our lives together," she beamed. "I hadn't expected that. I guess I'd just wanted him to be okay about the baby. We know lots of couples who have children and aren't married. I pulled him up and fucked the shit out him, I was so happy. If I hadn't already been pregnant, that time would have done it for sure. The next day he gave me the most beautiful engagement ring you've ever seen. It had been his mom's and he'd been planning on giving it to me ever since she'd passed the year before. The only reason he hadn't was because of the plan."

I was sure the wedding would never happen, but it did. I think it was clear to everyone there except me that they really loved each other. I gave it six months.

Over the years, I kept imagining things that would break them up. I figured he'd cheat on her or abuse her. It never happened. In fact, she was always so fucking happy that I'd begun to be jealous of her. So when he called me a couple of nights ago, I was angry from the moment I heard him asking me to come and get her.

First off, I don't dislike my sister, I love her. But I was a bit disappointed to walk into her house and see her standing there without a mark on her. It's not like I wanted to see her all bruised and beaten but it was what I expected. Maybe I've watched too many of those Lifetime movies or something. But now I was angry all over again and it wasn't at him.

I crossed the hall and went into my guest room. "Junie, wake up," I yelled. "Make yourself look decent...for God's sake make yourself SMELL decent. Your kids will be here soon."

"What?" she asked groggily. "Dell, will make their breakfast. Don't worry about it. She turned over and tried to go back to sleep."

"June Cleaver, get out of this bed," I yelled into her ear. Her eyes clicked open immediately.

"Your husband is bringing your kids over to visit you for a while. You have to make yourself look and act like everything is normal and I'm sick. If you look like you've just been lying around crying and..." She opened her mouth to smile and the stench of liquor hit me. I almost got drunk smelling her breath. No wonder she hadn't awakened very easily.

"...Drinking," I continued. "They'll be able to tell that something is wrong."

She got up and got her act together. At noon exactly there was a knock on the door. June opened the door. She opened the door and her kids came running into the room. I watched them through a crack in my bedroom door. The kids looked good. They were clean and happy. Melissa's hair was tied up in what could only be described as a "Daddy do." But he'd tried and it wasn't half bad. Melissa handed June an envelope and my heart tightened in my chest. I was sure it was a list of demands or worse divorce papers. What kind of bastard has his kid give her own mom the divorce papers?

Melissa opened the envelope read it with a puzzled expression on her face and then slid it under my door.

It wasn't divorce papers. It was just a note.

"At about one o'clock please take the kids to the park or for a walk around the block. Please keep them away for at least fifteen minutes."

I began to wonder what he was planning. As the minutes on the clock ticked away, I noticed that she didn't move. At a few minutes after one, she almost ran to the door. She opened it to find him standing there holding a large box. There were several suitcases by his feet. The look on his face was total surprise at seeing her. I was sure that June had stayed in the apartment on purpose.

The look on my sister's face was pure elation as she reached for him. I could tell that he was angry but he kept his face neutral. She pushed the box out of his arms and it landed on the floor spilling its contents. She hugged him and I wondered why he didn't push her away. As the tears started to fall from his eyes, she hugged him even tighter. She was trying to arouse him. 

Again I wondered why he didn't push her away and then I saw it. Their kids were in the room. My own sister was using her children as a shield to take advantage of her husband.

I had trouble believing she'd do that. There was only one word I could think of to describe my sister at that moment. The word was "BITCH."

"I miss you so much Honey," she gushed. "Do you miss me?"

"Very much," he said. And God damn it, he wasn't lying. It oozed out of his every pore; the poor bastard. As much as he was angry at her, he loved her something awful. He was also in a lot of pain and Junie was milking the scene for everything she could get.

Then she stooped even lower. "May is feeling a little better, Honey," she smirked. "If you and the kids want me to come..."

"Yeaaaaarrrrrgggghh!" I screamed as loudly as I could. "June, I need my medicine now. The pain is getting worse. Oh Junie, help me, please!" I know I sounded like an old southern woman but it worked.

June came into the room and she was pissed. Even as she glared at me, we heard his voice. "June, I'm going to go grocery shopping. I'll be back to pick the kids up at four." And then he was gone.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she hissed at me angrily. "Do you think I want to stay here forever? Are you so fucking lonely that you want to keep me here?" She turned and walked out of the room slamming the door on her way out. I cracked the door and watched again.

My sister was very angry. She turned on the TV and ignored her kids for the next two hours. With about a half hour to go before Wardell came to pick the kids up, she pulled them over to the couch with her and started talking to them again.

"Melissa, don't you want Mommy to come home?" she asked.

"I guess," said my niece. "But what I really want is a TV like this one. Aunt May has all of the cool channels."

"I'll buy you a TV," hissed June. "But I need you to start telling your Daddy that you want me to come home. I need you to tell him that every time you think about it. You tell him too Todd."

"What?" asked Todd.

"Tell your Daddy you want Mommy home," she said.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I said so," she spat.

"Okay," he said.

When Wardell came back to get the kids he was smarter. He knocked on the door and immediately moved down the hall out of range. June went to the door and looked around but he was down the hall, halfway to the next apartment.

"Melissa, Todd, we're playing hide and seek. Kiss your mom goodbye and come find me," he said.

"Bye," said Todd running out of the apartment and looking for his dad's disembodied voice. Melissa hugged her mom and then ran out to join them.

A few seconds later I heard Wardell yell, "Boo," and then the sound of the three of them laughing, as June closed the door.

I came out of my room and just looked at her. I wondered what had happened to my sister. What was it that was making her act this way?

"Thanks a lot," she snapped at me on her way back into her room. "What were you supposed to be anyway yelling like that? Were you supposed to be a T-Rex or a fucking pirate?"

"Why did you do that? I could have been on my way home with my family right now. Thanks sis," she said sarcastically.

"I guess I had what was called compassion," I said calmly. "I saw someone who was already in pain, being tormented and I tried to help."

"Why would you do that?" she asked. "Why stick your nose in where it wasn't needed or asked for? As I recall you can't stand the shit out of Dell anyway."

"You know, maybe I was wrong about that. I don't really like men that much in general and I was sure he was only going to hurt you eventually but I'm starting to see this situation a bit differently," I said.

"I don't need you to SEE this situation at all," she said. "You're not in this. It's not your business."

"What happened Junie?" I asked. "What did you do to put your marriage in danger?"

"I don't want to talk about it," she said. She closed the door to her room. I went into the living room and looked through the box and the suitcases. He'd brought her everything she'd need to be comfortable. He'd brought her two suitcases full of clothing. He'd brought her favorite robe and sleepwear. He'd brought all of her feminine items and the book she was reading. He'd brought that stupid fuzzy blanket of hers and even her favorite slippers. There were also a few items that looked like they'd just been picked up from the store.

Later on that evening she tapped at my door. "May, I'm starting. Do you have any pads?" she asked. 

"Use your own," I said.

"I didn't bring any," she snapped.

"God damn it June, didn't you even bother to look through all of the stuff he packed for you?" I asked loudly.

"I don't care about any of that shit," she said. "All I want is my husband back."

"June, he packed everything he could think of to make you comfortable and happy," I said. "He even brought your stupid blanket and a box of that fucking raspberry cocoa you love. So you have pads and tampons too."

"I don't suppose he packed his arms in there did he?" she asked. "Because that's what I need the most."

"June, I'm not a psychologist but it just seems to me that antagonizing him and trying to trick him into taking you back isn't the way to get what you want. What you need to do is give him a few days to calm down. And then sit down and talk to him. The two of you love each other. That doesn't go away over-night. Just be patient."

The next morning I was up early. June had been moaning throughout the night and for the life of me I couldn't tell if it was her period or just how much she missed her husband.

I knew that Dell was some kind of low level manager at a manufacturing plant on the outskirts of town. From all of the times over the years that June had bitched about the fact that Dell had lunch from ten to eleven and her lunch was from eleven to twelve and halfway across town, I knew just when to get there.

At ten o' clock on the dot I pulled into a visitor's parking spot at the plant. I walked over to the guard shack and told the guard who I'd come to see. I know what I look like. And I know that men do really stupid things to try to impress me. But this guy took the cake. He must have thought that I was stupid too. He looked across the parking lot and spotted Dell's aging Mustang and then smiled back at me.

"According to my information," he said smiling at me. "He's here."

I went into the plant and asked the first person I saw if he knew where Dell was. "Normally, he'd be in the cafeteria. But he's really out of it today. I'd be willing to bet that he's in the office the managers all share. Go straight down that hallway and turn," he said.

I looked back at him wondering which direction I'd have to turn but he was putting a pair of headphones on and walking away. I went down the hallway and suddenly I understood. There was only one direction you could turn. There was an office a few feet past the bend. I knocked and opened the door.

He was the only person in the room and he had his head down on his desk.

"It's really not that bad," I said.

He looked up and saw me. I saw a lot of things cross his face. I saw worry and confusion more than anything else though.

"Is she okay?" he asked.

"No, she's not," I said.

"I'll get my coat," he said grabbing his keys off of the table.

"I just meant that she missed you," I said. "But if you're really that concerned about her, why don't you want her to come home?"

"Why, so she can continue laughing at me?" he said.

I was confused. "Why would she laugh at you?" I asked.

"Didn't she tell you what this is all about?" he asked.

"No she won't say a word," I said.

"You'll have to ask her," he said.

I hated to do it, but I was tired of being on the outside. I couldn't help them if they wouldn't tell me anything.

"Dell, you owe me a favor," I said. "I'm calling it in. What are you worrying about? I'm family. I won't go out and spread your business in the street."

"But it'll seem like I'm trying to make her look bad," he said. I couldn't believe him. Most people would be worrying about making themselves seem better. He was worried as usual about my sister.

"Just tell me what happened," I sighed. As he told me my eyes widened and I got angry. I was angry at both of them. I was angry at my stupid sister for leaving her kids alone in the house to go to a stupid college party. But I was just as angry at Dell for not realizing that she'd been drugged and raped.

"It really wasn't her fault," I said. "She was stupid for putting herself in the position to let that happen to her, but you have to understand that she's a victim here."

He looked at me as if I'd just fallen off of the stupid tree. "I know that," he said. "I just waited for her to trust me enough to tell me about it. It hurt knowing that the person I loved more than anything else in the world didn't trust me though.

"Then what the hell is this all about?" I asked. If I'd been shocked about the first time what he told me next floored me and clearly him too, as he was in tears before he stopped talking.

"Why the hell would she do that?" I asked. I simply could not believe June's stupidity. "Did you ask her why she did it?"

"There was too much going on after that," he said.

"What else happened?" I asked. He filled me in on everything that had occurred before I'd picked up my niece and nephew from school. All that time I'd believed that I'd picked up the kids so June and Dell could have a little bit of afternoon delight. I sat there shaking my head.

"Dell, you need to talk to her. Don't you at least want to know why it happened?" I asked.

"I already know," he said. "She's tired of me. I don't ring her chimes anymore. Once she got a sample of those young college boys, it was over for us."

I started laughing my ass off until I noticed that he didn't get it. He wasn't laughing. He really believed that what he'd said was true.

"I'm going to try to arrange for the two of you to talk," I said.

"Could you give her this card?" he said. He handed me a business card. I looked at it and it was from a legal aid service.

"Dell, why does she need this?" I asked.

"The guy I spoke to, said that since we don't make a lot of money, we could probably do the divorce ourselves," he said quietly.

"Dell, are you serious?" I asked. He just nodded his head. "But why?" I asked.

"She clearly doesn't want me anymore," he said. "And if anyone knew that I'd taken her back after her gangbang, it would be bad enough. But if they ever found out that I'd taken her back after she cheated on me twice, I wouldn't be able to hold my head up anywhere. I'd have no pride left. I love her, I always will, but if she's so tired of me that she's looking for sex with other men, letting her go is the best possible scenario for both of us."

"Dell, I'm going to call you later," I said. "I want you to answer your fucking phone, okay?" He just nodded. As I left the room, I thought about going home and kicking my sister's stupid ass.

"He said what?" screamed June at me an hour later. "When did you talk to him? He's out of his fucking mind."

I just looked at her. "Junie, men make no sense," I said. "The two of you need to talk. Oh, he wanted me to give you this." I handed her the card and she looked at it strangely.

"Why do I want this?" she asked.

"He said that since you guys don't have a lot of money, maybe you could do one of those do-it-yourself divorces," I told her. She looked at me like I'd done something extremely stupid and then she tore the card in half angrily. She tore the two pieces in half and sat down at my dining room table. For the next ten minutes she wouldn't talk she just kept tearing the card into smaller and smaller pieces. When the pieces were too small for her to tear she swept them all into her hand and dropped them into an ashtray. Then she burned all of the pieces until there was nothing left but ashes. She poured water over the ashes and dissolved them and then poured them down the toilet and flushed it.

As I looked into her eyes, I could see that my sister had become unhinged. "There are no scenarios where Dell and I don't end up together," she said calmly. "And there will be no fucking divorces in this family. I will do whatever I have to do to keep us together." I really didn't like the look in her eyes.

*  *  *  *  *  *

Dell

The way it all worked out was that both June and I took the afternoon off the following day and met at our house. Her sister was there as well. I guess someone had to keep us from killing each other. It turned out to be really good that she was there too, because she kept things moving.

When I first opened the door, I was alternately angry, hurt, and aroused by her appearance. She'd had her hair styled and it looked really good. She'd also put on makeup and her face was simply beautiful. She had on a plain white blouse that was open down to about the third button. It was just enough to hint at cleavage that she simply didn't have and also show a bit of her bra. The effect was subtle enough that she didn't look slutty, but enticing enough that it kept you looking, hoping that you'd see some tit.

Below that she cheated. She had on a long, tight black skirt that showed off every bit of her voluptuous ass. The skirt was tight enough that you could see her ass jiggle with every step she took. I could tell that she either had on a very tiny thong or she wasn't wearing any panties. Since she was still having her monthly visit, I wondered exactly what she was wearing under the skirt.

I'd intended to be professional and detached but seeing her dressed like that just pissed me off.

"I guess you're trying to get your next husband from the guys you work with huh?" I said and instantly regretted it.

May looked at me like there was something wrong with me. "Dell, are you angry about something?" she asked. "The whole purpose for this meeting is for the two of you to start talking to each other, so if there's something you need to say, get it out."




Don't Stop Believing



"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean that, it just came out. I guess I'm still in shock about all of this. I shouldn't have spoken. That isn't my place anymore."

"What the fuck do you mean, that isn't your place anymore," exploded June. "Dell, there's something wrong with you. I didn't go to work dressed like this. I left work after only a couple of hours and went and got my hair and make-up done. Then I went home and changed. This is all for you. You know I don't like anyone except you looking at my ass. This skirt isn't something I'd ever wear anywhere without something to cover it up. Have you gone crazy?"

"Okay, we didn't come here for an argument," interjected May. "And after hearing what just happened, I don't think the two of you are ready to have a conversation yet. So let's do things differently. June, you can have the floor first. This is your chance to tell Dell your side of what happened and what you want. Dell, don't interrupt her, just listen. You can ask her questions and refute her opinions afterwards. Then you can have your say."

"Dell," began June. "I love you. I can't tell you that enough. If you only knew how much I think about you on a daily basis it would probably scare you. I love our life together and this isn't something I'm proud of but it also isn't something we can't get over. I am so sorry it happened and it will never happen again."

"As to the first time, you know that you and I have kind of an unusual sex drive. We are perfectly matched which from what I read doesn't happen very often. Usually, one partner or the other has a higher drive or needs more. We're perfect for each other. Anyway, you already know what happened to me the first time but I want you to understand why it happened."

"You were working a double shift and it was a Thursday Dell. Thursdays are my nights as much as Mondays are yours. I had been at work that whole day looking forward to a night of teasing and caressing and long, slow lovemaking. I look forward all day to that and when I got home, I was as horny as a mountain goat. I didn't mind you working longer Dell. I know we could use the money, but I wanted you so badly my panties were already sticky just thinking about it."

"When the music started next door, I knew that they were having yet another party. After I put the kids to bed, I decided to head next door just long enough to grab a drink and come back home. They had the bar as usual but we both know that they spike the drinks from the bar sometimes. I didn't think they'd do that to me with all of those young attractive girls around but I didn't want to take any chances. So I got a glass of the punch instead. I intended to drink that glass of punch and then go home and get ready for you. And you know already what happened. When I woke up three of them were in me. I didn't care. I just pushed them off of me, got dressed and went home. But you were already there."

"Honey, I never meant to deceive you or lie to you. I never meant to hide the truth from you and despite what you think, I do trust you. It was just that I was embarrassed. I just wanted to forget about it and move on with our lives. I didn't want to ruin anything we had with something that I never asked for or wanted. And Dell, whether you know it or not: men act funny over things like that. And you are pretty bad about it. I knew that if I told you what had happened it would cause trouble. And I wasn't worried about trouble between us and those guys; I was worried about trouble between us. So I didn't tell you."

"You hurt me badly that night Dell. You have to understand, I was in the mood to be loved and made love to by the man I love. Instead I got drugged and raped. Those guys meant nothing to me. Shit, they didn't know what they were doing. I didn't enjoy any of it. I don't even remember what happened and as soon as I came out of it, I pushed them off of me and went home."

"All I needed was for you to hold me in your arms and make it all go away. But for the first time since we met, you wouldn't even touch me. You treated me like I had a disease or something. We went from you not being able to keep your hands off of me, to you treating me like a turd. Quick question, Dell; when was the last time you grabbed my ass?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"It was the morning that all of this shit happened, just before you left for work. I kissed you goodbye and you jammed your tongue down my throat. After a couple of seconds of that, you slid both of your hands off of my sides and started feeling me up while the kids were in the kitchen eating their cereal. We were still in our room getting dressed and you pulled my skirt up and just started kneading my ass. You had me all worked up and pushed me down on the bed. You had just gotten me out of my panties and makeup or not, I was going to let you fuck me. I have never told you no; ever."

"The only thing that stopped us then was your daughter calling us from the kitchen to tell us that Todd had spilled his cereal. I went through the whole day dreaming about you finishing what you'd started. But you got into bed with me and just rolled away from me and went to sleep. I knew then that something was wrong between us but I had no idea that you knew what had happened and were waiting for me to tell you about it."

"Dell, for the past ten years you and I have done something sexual or romantic almost every God damned night. I have never gotten bored with you. I have never been tired of you and despite what you told May, I have no desire for any man other than you. What happened the second time was partially your fault. You know our history, so you know that if you cut me off just like that I'd become irritable. I'm a healthy woman and I need sex. So after a solid month plus, without it, I was climbing the walls. I didn't want to fuck that fat grease-ball Dell, I wanted you."

"I always want you. I'm not proud of it by any stretch of the imagination but I did invite that boy over. I'm also not proud of why I did, but I was desperate. I needed my husband back and I needed you so badly that the lines between right and wrong got blurred. He had a vial of the stuff they drugged me with and he'd told me that it would work on you too. I was sure that if I got you back between my legs, you'd never leave there again so I had to have that vial of stuff. I only promised the little bastard a hand-job. That's all it was supposed to be I swear it. His dick was so tiny I almost laughed at it. But then I started to imagine him as you and the next thing I knew I was sucking his dick and calling him Dell. I was getting more and more worked up and the next thing I know he had pushed me onto my back and stuck that little thing inside of me. Then you came in and the rest is history."

"It was a mistake plain and simple. I was drugged and desperate. But I know that if you forgive me we can get past this."

I just looked at her.

"You weren't drugged the second time," I said.

"Yes I was," she said emphatically. "It was a different drug but it was even more effective."

"I don't remember seeing that in the police report," I said.

"The drug I was on is called Dell," she said. "You got me hooked on it and then cut me off. I was going through withdrawal."

"Then you probably should have just told me the truth," I said. "I've loved you since the first time I laid eyes on you and I never would have blamed you for what happened that first time. But June, you hid it and lied and ruined our marriage. You made it so there's just no trust left between us. It's pretty hard to come back from that. We were on life support and dying slowly. But when you brought that asshole into my house, intending to have sex with him just so you could then drug me, it killed any chance of us getting back together."

"Dell, I never intended to have sex with him it just happened," she cried. "You have to understand..."

"June, you don't consider a hand job to be sex?" I asked.

"No, Dell, I don't," she said shakily. We both knew she was lying.

"So you wouldn't mind it then, if I just pulled up her skirt and finger fucked your sister until she came?" I asked.

"My sister doesn't like men, Dell, so she'd never let you do it," she smirked.

I looked at May and apologized to her. "I'm really sorry, I never knew," I said. She gave June a really evil look then.

"Okay, don't worry about it," I said. "Now that I know your rules, there are a lot of women at work that I'll be helping out from now on."

"Dell, if you touch any one of those whores at your job, I'll beat the shit out of them," screamed June.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you're mine, Stupid," she hissed. "You have no right to do anything with anyone except me. I love you."

"It's funny, but I felt the same way about you, June," I said. "Only you crept around and did yours behind my back." She looked down at the table and couldn't face me.

"May, is it okay if I start my turn now?" I asked politely. She nodded but was still angry at June for outing her.

"May, before I get started I need to say something to you. I probably won't have the chance once June hears what I have to say." She turned and looked at me.

"June, told me something that wasn't my business, but I want you to know that no one will ever learn about it from me, ever. I promise." She just nodded and I think a little of her anger left her.

"June, I'm sorry. I never saw this coming. Every thought, every idea, every plan I made contained the two of us growing old together. But that simply can't happen anymore. As you already know, neither of us makes any kind of money, but I've filled out one of those online self- serve divorces. We should sit down together and complete the forms sometime this weekend after we get paid."

I expected her to cry. I was prepared for it. I was prepared for her calling me names or even screaming. I was hoping that we could just calmly discuss it. I wasn't prepared for her to simply tilt her head back and laugh at me.

"Fuck you Dell," she said. "You and I are in this for the duration. I need you more than air. There is no way that we're going to get a divorce. You can file all of the paperwork you want. It won't happen. You keep forgetting that I work for a law firm and a very big one. I type up legal forms and papers every God damned day. I'm also friends with at least ten lawyers. While you're filling out online forms, I'll have some of the best fucking lawyers in the state advising me and making sure this divorce NEVER happens. I'll be working on blocking this divorce and slowing it down every waking moment I have."

"I have far more free time than you do, Honey and while you're busting your ass taking care of the kids and the house, I'll be working on preventing this divorce. I know damn near every fucking judge in the legal system and I'll use every dirty trick I have to. And while the divorce stretches on and on and ON, your anger will fade and you'll remember what this is all about. You love me Dell and you know it. Every fiber of your being responds to me and longs for me. You should have seen your face when I walked in here in this skirt. You were so jealous just thinking about some other guy seeing me in it that it was crazy. And when you found out that I only wore it for you, your anger turned to lust. You still want me. If my sister wasn't here, period or not, we'd be fucking on this table right now and you know it. You won't last a month."

"I love YOU Dell; no one else. There are no other men in my life, my heart or my bed. What happened was just a couple of really bad judgment calls on my part. I told you I'm sorry. Now let's end this silliness and get back to our lives."

"Thank you for trying to help us May," I said. "I have to go pick up my kids now. June: where should I send the papers?"

"Send them up your ass Dell," she smirked. "Because that's where shit goes and I won't be signing them."

Then she got up and she and May left. Over the next few days, things got really bad. June called me every day and left me messages telling me how much she loved me and how she was doing this for the good of our family and our marriage.

My legal forms were sent back to me unsigned with a long letter that was stamped by a notary telling me that I'd filled the forms out incorrectly and they were, therefore, not valid. There was a sheet of instructions on the proper way to fill them out. When I went back to the legal aid office and got help doing the forms, I was served with a writ that gave June thirty days before I could send her the forms again. I was also told that the forms had to be delivered or served by a bonded officer of the court; which with all of my bills, I simply couldn't afford.

Then I got a letter from the court ordering me into family counseling to try to save the marriage. June had several lawyers who did nothing but divorce work helping her out with her case. Since there were a team of them, none of them really had to spend very much time on it, but they were blowing me and my free lawyer out of the water. We were simply outgunned, out manned and outsmarted at every turn.

June used the counseling sessions as a chance to get me to talk to her. I could barely afford to pay for my share of the counseling charges and still buy groceries. That took over a month and was inconclusive. At the end of the counseling sessions, June still wanted us back together. I still wanted a divorce. She had won several points in the counseling though. One of the things the doctor had done was to have us answer questions under a polygraph. The asshole had cheated too. He'd asked two questions that June and her fucking lawyer used against me. He'd asked me if I still loved her. I'd admitted that I did and he put it in his report. He'd asked me if I wanted to stay married to her. I'd said, "No," and he'd caught me lying. After he submitted his report to the court, which June's lawyer friends paid for because I couldn't afford it, the judge ruled in favor of another thirty day cooling off period.

Then I faced my next losing battle. June moved back into the house. I had no legal standing or reason from barring her entry to her own home. I got ready to move out myself and found out that I couldn't. The way I found out was nasty. June had one of her lawyers come over to the house and explain to me that if I moved out, it could be seen as me abandoning the marital home and my children. If I was hoping for custody or even liberal visiting rights, that move would not be in my best interest.

I called my free lawyer and he agreed with the guy. June's high priced lawyer just smirked at me like we were old friends and he'd just beaten my ass at chess. "Are you fucking her too?" I asked.

He really didn't like that. He got really pissed. Then he made a phone call and the same guy from the police department who'd done our polygraph tests before, came to my house. He hooked the high and mighty lawyer up to the machine and let me ask him my questions. To the best of the guy's knowledge, neither he, nor any of the other lawyers were having sex with June.

He took me out to a bar after I apologized to him and explained things to me. June worked for their firm and had been a loyal and faithful employee for almost ten years. They all liked her and would do anything they could to help hold on to her dream. For ten years they'd heard June talk about me like the sun shone out of my ass and they wanted her to stay happy so they were in it for the long haul. Ten or twelve top lawyers each spending fifteen or twenty minutes a day on June's case was like having one extremely good full time guy. I was trying to compete against that using five minute sessions with a freebie lawyer who not only didn't specialize in divorce law, but wasn't anywhere near the middle of the bottom of his class school.

He also explained to me that it looked really good for a lawyer to spend part of his time doing pro-bono work. And that's what June's friends were doing.

I got little sessions like that from several different lawyers at least a couple of times a week. They all came over to tell me that something I was going to try to do was stupid, and what June would do in return.

I'd just gotten back from a session with my freebie lawyer, when I walked into the house and found June making dinner. I just shrugged my shoulders and sat down at the kitchen table. As I watched her cooking, I didn't say anything.

I looked over at my kids playing and happy and I remembered what both my freebie guy and June's five hundred dollar an hour lawyer had told me. I was fighting a battle that I didn't have the money or any other resources to win. For the last two weeks, trying to pay off the frigging counseling charges which June's lawyer friends had paid her half of, had me to the point where I was barely able to pay the minimum on our bills and even then had to cut out a lot of our groceries. I made sure the kids had what they needed and their favorite snacks but I hadn't had a beer or even a soda since this had started. I glanced at my new American Muscle catalog and didn't dare even open it. I was so broke that I couldn't even afford to mail it back to them, let alone order any parts for my Mustang.

Both lawyers had also told me that as much as I was running myself ragged, trying to be mom and dad to them, my kids were suffering during the divorce too. Maybe not physically, but emotionally, the kids weren't as happy as they should be. I made up my mind then. With a lump in my throat I realized what I had to do.

I watched June humming as she cooked. She seemed happy. I knew then that she already knew what the lawyers had told me and she had no problems using my children's happiness and well-being against me if it got her what she wanted.

"You win," I said quietly. My voice was barely above a whisper, but she heard me just the same. She turned around to me with the biggest smile I'd seen in a long time and nodded her head. To her credit, she was smart enough not to try to come over to me or touch me. She just gave me that little nod and went back to cooking. But for the rest of that evening, everywhere she walked, she had a little more zip in her step. And I noticed sometime before dinner that there weren't any panty-lines in her skirt anymore and her bra under her blouse also seemed to have vanished.

As usual, I put my kids to sleep after reading their favorite bedtime story. I sat in the room with them for a while in the darkness and thought about things. I knew that June and her lawyer friends would consider this a battle they'd won. And I guess on paper, I never really had a chance. They had all of the advantages and I had all of the weaknesses. There was really never any doubt about the way things would turn out. It was hard for me to see this as a defeat though. I'd simply been unwilling to use my children's innocence and well-being as collateral damage. And June hadn't won. I had simply conceded the battle, not the war.

This was a war I couldn't win with overwhelming numbers or strength of arms, so I'd decided to dig in and fight a long drawn out guerrilla war. And I knew it would be a long one. With Melissa about to turn nine and Todd turning seven that next week, I figured the war would last for about ten years.

A few moments later, I softly closed the door so I wouldn't wake the kids and found June's smiling face beaming at me.

"I'm so glad all of that silliness is over," she said. "Did you see how happy they are to have us all back together again?"

"That's why I did it," I said sadly. She looked at me and wiped my eyes.

"I don't understand, Dell," she said. "This is a happy time. Our family is back together."

"Besides," she said moving so close to me that her nipples were digging into my chest. "If he plays his cards right, I know somebody who might be getting some pussy tonight."




Don't Stop Loving Me



'What's wrong, Em?' asked David as he took Emma's hand into his.

'Nothing,' she replied and looked down, poking her food around.

Emma was in his house, sitting before him with a forlorn expression on her face. He didn't want anything to spoil their evening. It had been a few weeks since she had been at his home. And after days of staying away from her, being with her was the most beautiful feeling.

'Don't give me the "nothing" crap, Emma,' warned David and brought her palm close to his lips. 'What happened, doll?' he asked, brushing his lips against her knuckles.

'I have been writing ... you know ...,' faltered Emma as she tried to find an appropriate word, '... a romantic story ...'

'Really?' asked David, his gaze curious. 'You didn't tell me ...'

'You were too busy last week, Dave,' justified Emma as she looked at David. 'The story got posted a couple of days back ...'

'And?' asked David as he bent forward and ran a finger across her cheek.

'They hate it,' blurted out Emma, jerking her face away from his touch. 'Nobody likes ...'

'Em, listen to me,' said David gently, pulling his chair closer to hers. 'Baby ...'

'Don't tell me that it doesn't matter,' she said loudly and walked away towards the couch.

David looked at her as she settled herself on the couch and wrapped her arms around her. He knew that she was an excellent writer. Hell! He always got hard reading her stories. But maybe something was missing in the story or may be someone was too hell bent on making her feel worse. Not anymore ... He would make sure that she knew what a good writer she was and how good her stories were. Making up his mind, he walked towards the couch with a pair of wine glasses and a chilled bottle of red wine.

'Scoot up,' he said as he settled down on the couch beside her. 'Here,' he said as he offered her a glass of wine.

'Thanks,' she murmured and cradled the glass carefully.

'Do you want to talk about it?' asked David after a couple of minutes, his gaze on the fire crackling in the fireplace.

Emma moved closer to David and laid her head on his shoulder. He pulled her close, taking the glass away from her and setting it down on the coffee table.

'I don't feel like writing anymore,' she said softly, voicing her thoughts aloud.

'Why?' he asked as he stroked her back.

'Every time I sit down to write something, their comments flash before my eyes and I ... I ...' struggled Emma.

Sensing Emma's distress, David pulled her into his lap and cradled her close to his heart. 

'Don't do this to yourself, Emma. You know that whatever they say is all bullshit. You aren't as bad as they say you are,' said David before dropping a kiss on her forehead.

'You are the only one who says so,' murmured Emma as she looped her arms around his neck.

'I don't think so. Many people like what you write, Em,' said David as he ruffled her hair. 'I am just one of the many people who like to read what you write.'

'Will you read the latest one?' asked Emma as she turned in his arms, so that she faced him. 'Tell me how bad it is.'

'Come on, baby. It can't be that bad,' said David as he placed her on the couch and stood up. 'I will be right back with the laptop and a quilt.'

'I am not cold,' protested Emma.

'You are, Em,' David chuckled and took her hands into his. 'They are ice cold,' he said as he brushed his warm lips against them.

'You are warm enough,' she remarked shyly and ran a finger across his soft lips.

'You are too bold for your age,' he said as he walked towards a closet and retrieved a duvet.

'You talk as if I am a baby,' she said on a pout as he handed her the duvet.

'You are just 22, Em,' said David as he walked towards his bedroom.

As he walked back towards the couch, Emma asked back. 'And what are you? 40?'

'Fine, Em. You win,' he said as he settled down on the couch and switched on the laptop. 'But I am 28, Em and ...'

'Yeah, so?' she asked, raising her eyebrows. 'That doesn't make you a grandfather.'

'When did we meet, Em?' asked David as he pulled her close and draped the duvet around her.

'2 years back, as far as I remember. But why?' she asked as she waited for the laptop to boot up.

'You were 20, baby. And at that time, you looked too young to be called my girlfriend,' he said and tweaked her nose.

'Says who, huh?' she said as she entered the URL and searched for her story.

'I love you, Em,' said David sincerely, her heart swelling with emotion and making her feel precious, loved and cherished.

'I love you too, Dave,' said Emma and she cupped his face and pressed her lips against his. 'And here you go,' she said as she handed him the laptop with her story on the screen.

'Because I still Love you ...,' read David aloud and looked at her questioningly. 'Sounds heavy,' he said and looked back at the screen.

Emma watched David as he read her story. The concentration with which his brows were creased, giving him a little rugged look, his forearms looked strong, his fingers hovering over the mouse pad as he skimmed through the story. She saw his eyes smile as went through the conversations in the story ... which were much similar to theirs. The usual bantering over nothing, the cuddles, the hugs, the kisses ...

'Em?' his voice reached her, pulling her out of her dream world. 'Em?'

'Yes, Dave,' she said as she turned towards him. 'Did you read the complete story?'

'No, just the first chapter,' he said and pointed towards the comments. 'Some are good. But ...'

'But?' prompted Emma, her heart pounding against her chest.

'They kind of repeated the same thing over and over again,' he said, a bit angry. 'Once someone says it's fragmented, it's done. Why keep on repeating the same thing over and over again?'

'Now, you know how I feel,' she said pressing herself closer to his hard, warm body.

'Want me to comment how good the story was?' he asked as he took her mouth for a kiss. It was a slow and soft kiss at the beginning -- just a light teasing, barely there kisses placed on her mouth. And then his lips moved over hers with a determination, he nibbled at her lower lip and when she parted her lips, his tongue entered -- stroking, meeting and teasing hers. He took her face into his hands, tilting it slightly so that he could have more access. He devoured her and she allowed him to set the pace.

'You taste delicious,' he said pulling back a little, giving them some time to catch their breath.

'Thanks,' she murmured and tried to move back a little, but even before she could move a muscle, he had his arms wrapped around her waist, tucking her into his side.

'Want me to read the next chapter?' asked David as he looked into her eyes.

Emma only nodded her head and waited for David's reaction as he read the next chapter. He shifted uncomfortably, a couple of times making her wonder what was wrong. Finally when he placed down the laptop on the couch and turned towards her, she couldn't help but smile at the tormented look on David's face.

'Is it that bad, Dave?'

'I don't care about where and how the story is going, sweetie. But ...'

'But?' asked Emma, unable to comprehend David's statement.

'... Your sex scenes are sinfully good, Em. How do you manage to write it? Had I been the person who was writing them, I would have jacked myself off every hour.'

'They aren't so good. Nobody bothered to even say anything about them,' she said wryly, clasping her fingers together.

'I don't care about nobody, Em. Give me your hand,' he said and freed her hand, guiding it towards his lap. 'See it for yourself, sweets,' he whispered and wrapped her palm around the bulge in his jeans.

'Dave ...,' sighed Emma as she felt him move beneath her touch, making her want more.

David maneuvered Emma into his lap, his erection pressing into her rear. 

'I never thought I would crave dominance,' he murmured against her ear, his warm breath fanning the erratic pulse at her neck. 'But now ...,' he allowed the statement to hang in the air as he left a trail of kisses from her temple to her chin.

'Now?' asked Emma as she held onto him, trying to control the thumping in her heart.

'After reading the submissive scene, I want you, Em. I want you on your knees ...,' said David softly, undoing the buttons of her shirt slowly, one at a time, '... before me, mine to command, all mine ...'

'Dave, please,' pleaded Emma as he brushed his fingers against the underside of her breast, forcing her nipples to go taut in anticipation.

'Please what, baby?' asked David as he ran his fingers lightly over her exposed belly, making her shiver. 'What do you need, Em?'

'You,' she sighed as he pulled the shirt away from her body, making her vulnerable to his touch. 

'Me? Only me?' he asked cupping her breasts, squeezing them slightly, making her lean against him. 

'Make love to me, Dave. Please ...,' she whimpered as David found her nipple under the material of her bra and flicked it lightly.

'You are so responsive, Em. I just have to touch you and ...'

David undid the clasp of her bra and lowered the straps, before pulling it away. He didn't know that he had been holding his breath until he let it out. 

'You are so pretty, Em,' he said as he turned her sideways and bent his head, his mouth inches away from her erect nipples.

'Suck them, Dave. Taste them, baby,' whispered Emma, wanting nothing more than his mouth on her breasts.

'Oh Em! You know how to destroy a man, don't you?' asked Dave as he kissed her breast, before sucking her nipples into his mouth. His cheeks hollowing, his tongue flicking against it, rasping the nerve endings as flares of brilliant flames began to ignite across her body.

'Dave,' she cried out his name. Her fingers clenched in his hair, moved to his shoulders, desperate to experience the feel of his body against hers.

His lips moved from one breast to the other, copying the harder sucking motions of his mouth and the caress of his tongue. Each rasp to her nipple, each hungry draw of his mouth, deepened the hunger rising inside her.

'So good.' Her voice trembled. Need was tearing through her like wildfire. 'Dave. It's so good.'

And it was.

'Let's go to the bedroom, Em. Not here,' said David against her lips as he hauled her into his arms.

***

Once inside the bedroom, it was Emma who was the aggressor, stripping David of all his clothes, her fingers impatient to get out of her jeans. Sensing her urgency, David moved towards her and dragged her hands away from her jeans. 

'Shh ... Slow down, Em. I am not running away,' he said with a sly smile, making her blush. 'Allow me,' he said and undid the buttons and dragged her jeans down, holding her hand as she stepped out of them. 

David took his fill of her, as he drank the sight of her -- naked except for a scrap of silk that barely covered her. She stood before him, her eyes wild with need, her body waiting for him, beckoning him to come and claim what he considered his. And then the scene from her story crossed his mind.

'On your knees, Emma,' said David, his tone authoritative.

'But I ...'

'Now,' ordered David and gently pushed Emma onto her knees. The floor was carpeted, preventing her knees from getting bruised. 

'Open for me, Emma,' he commanded. 'Take me inside your mouth.'

She readily complied, and he immediately plunged deep into her mouth. Like velvet on her tongue. He tasted of salt, smelled faintly of musk and leather.

He worked back and forth and she sucked avidly at him, running her tongue from tip to base as he dragged his cock in and out of her mouth. He stilled for a moment and tapped her cheek with his fingers. Then he tilted her head upward, his cock nearly sliding free of her lips. His gaze warned her as did his hand against her jaw.

She relaxed immediately and let him take over. Let him use her mouth as he wished in the manner he wanted. She was his.

His hands framed her face, and he pulled her closer into his groin. He slid deep until his hairs tickled her nose. A low groan worked from his chest, and her body tightened with pleasure.

She was pleasing him.

Harder and deeper he thrust. He held her in place, fucking her mouth with ruthless abandon. If she had feared he would be too gentle, too soft, she had feared wrong. There was nothing gentle about his possession. He took her with savage abandon, leaving her no doubt as to whom she now belonged.

His fingers crept deeper into her hair so that his hands were tangled in her tresses as he rocked against her. Several times she thought he was on the verge of his release, but it was then that he slowed, holding himself still in her mouth until he regained control. Then he resumed the deep strokes to the back of her throat.

The blunt crown of his dick nudged at the softness in the deepest part of her mouth. She swallowed convulsively, and she could feel the shudders working through his body.

Warm saltiness spilled onto her tongue, just a precursor to his orgasm. She lapped hungrily at it, wanting more, but he stilled and gave her a warning tap on the cheek again. Again she relaxed and relinquished control to him.

'I am close, Em,' he said. His voice slid like silk over her ravaged senses. 'I want you to swallow it all. Drink from me. Taste my pleasure.'

She closed her eyes as his erotic words flickered over her hungry body. So hungry. She wanted him. Needed him like she had never needed anyone else.

His thrusts became more urgent. Less measured and less controlled. He pounded against her mouth without mercy and still she wanted more. All of him. Nothing less.

The first jet of his release hit the back of her throat like a shock. For a moment she held it in her mouth, unable to swallow fast enough in her surprise. More spilled onto her tongue.

Creamy and exotic. Wild tasting. Masculine and strong.

As she swallowed, he continued to work in and out of her mouth, his movements more gentle now as the last of his orgasm quivered through his loins. He sank to the back of her throat once more and stayed there, locked against her mouth.

'Swallow,' he said in a guttural voice. 'Swallow against me, baby.'

She obeyed, swallowing and listening to his moans of pleasure as she milked the last drops of his cum from his cock.

Finally he slid from her mouth and loosened his grip on her head. He gazed down at her, warm approval glistening in his eyes. With one thumb he wiped a trickle of his seed from the corner of her mouth and then slid it inside her mouth.

Dutifully she licked his thumb clean and he withdrew it. He reached down to grasp her shoulders and helped her to her feet. He fingered one nipple and a soft moan escaped her. Then he plucked at the other, manipulating the bud until she shook from head to toe.

'Do your knees hurt?' he asked gently as he carried her towards his bed.

Emma only shook her head, once he placed her on the bed. He tugged down her panties, leaving her completely naked. He climbed onto the bed and pulled her towards him, making sure that she knew whom she belonged to. She snuggled into his chest and slid her arm around his waist. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat faintly against her temple, and she inhaled his scent, savoring and holding it before finally exhaling.

She kissed his chest and then scooted her body upward, tilting her head so that she was level with his lips. She pulled her arm from around his waist and reached up to touch his cheek, rough from stubble.

He lay there watching her, making no move to stop her or to direct her in any way. She moved closer until she could feel his breath on her lips. Slowly, with great deliberation, she touched her mouth to his. She sighed into his mouth, unable to call back the deep contentment over the simple kiss. She loved touching him, making him feel as good as he made her feel. Her hands fluttered over the beard-roughed skin of his jaw, and she kissed a line from his lips to his neck, enjoying the rugged rasp against her lips. His pulse jumped wildly at his neck as her mouth closed over it and nipped lightly with her teeth.

'Are you seducing me, Em?' he said in a near groan. 'Has the cute little girl whom I fell in love with, turned into a temptress?'

She smiled and shoved, rotating his body until he lay flat on his back underneath her.

'I knew I shouldn't have given you the free rein,' he murmured, though there was no true regret in his voice.

'Make love to me, Dave,' she whispered. The need was strong in her voice. 'Just us. No games. Just two lovers loving each other.'

He circled her body with his arms, yanking her to his chest. She fell, her mouth landing close to his. He claimed her lips, devouring them hungrily. There was no casual sipping, no easy give and take. He simply took, unleashing his passion in a kiss that left her shaken and bare.

There was no disguising his need, his urgent desire for her. Power rippled through her, arcing in the air, electric and sizzling. That he could want her so desperately, took her breath away and make her need even more profound.

He rolled, taking her with him until she was tucked underneath him, her legs splayed out, him cradled to her body. His hands tangled in her hair, clutching at her slim neck as he guided her to his eager mouth.

'Do you feel bad?' he gasped out.

She had to actually think, to try and remember why she would feel bad. Then what happened before came flooding back in a storm of passion and lust. Images of how he had made her feel. The feel of his cock in her mouth. The desire to please him and bask under his control.

'No, it doesn't feel bad. Please don't stop, Dave. You won't do anything that will hurt me.'

'No, Emma. I will never hurt you,' he said softly as he reclaimed her mouth.

His lips slid from hers and down her jaw until he reached the sensitive lobe of her ear. He nibbled lightly then sucked it between his teeth. When he moved below to claim the tender skin of her neck, chill bumps danced and raced across her shoulders and tightened her nape.

She made full use of her hands, delving into his brown hair, enjoying the crispness of the strands as they feathered across her fingers. His gaze sought hers as he rose from her neck and then moved to her breasts.

There was something wild in his eyes. Where before he had seemed restrained, in control and patient, now there was an urgency, a deep wanting in those warm brown orbs that melted her heart.

'Come to me,' she whispered. 'Be with me. Your Emma. The woman, not the girl.'

He stopped, his body going still against her flesh. His gaze penetrated her, dark and forbidding. Propping himself on one arm next to her head, he touched his fingers to her lips as if to shush her. 

'You were never just a girl to me, Em. You are the only woman who ever had my heart.'

Her chest swelled and expanded with emotion that caught her off guard. 

He dropped his head and kissed her, long and sweet. His tongue danced with hers, touching, licking, loving her mouth deeply and intimately. There was a reverence to his every touch, almost hesitation, as though he feared she would shatter under his caresses. Carefully he ran his hand over the curve of her shoulder. The backs of his knuckles grazed the soft skin above her breast and then slid over her nipple.

'Aren't they beautiful?' he asked as he stopped and thumbed over the point.

'I don't know,' she admitted with a blush. 'They are more ... sensitive when you touch them.'

'Do you like my mouth on them?'

She nodded.

He leaned down and put his mouth over the taut peak. Warm and moist, his tongue flicked over the tip as his lips closed around the aureole. Her pussy tightened as he sucked in smooth rhythmic motions.

With his free hand, he reached between them, sliding his hand between her parted thighs.




Don't Stop Me



Nikki walked out of the bathroom and Don yelled. Nikki walks into her room and he was lying naked on her bed. There is nothing hotter then walking into a room with Don laying on your bed, ready to be taken. But in truth Nikki was taken. Nikki stepped out of her shoes and walked over to Don and gave him a hug. She gave him a kiss and walked back to the bed. She finished taking her clothes off and crawled up and laid down on the bed beside him. 

"How was you're Vacation?" Nikki said.

"Which one?

"What do you mean which one?" Don said "I took two." 

"Mexico."

"It was fine, but visiting the relatives was better." 

Don guides Nikki's hand down to his cock. Nikki begins to stroke it. Soon she drops her head and begins to suck Don's cock into her mouth. 

"Oh yeah that's what I missed. No one sucks my cock like you do." Don said.

Nikki continues to suck Don's cock until he pushes her back off him and gets between her legs. Don says "Let's see if sucking my cock still makes you wet." Don slides his cock into Nikki's pussy. 

Don says "Yes it does still make you wet." Don begins to thrust his cock in and out of Nikki's pussy. He reaches up and pulls her hair and makes her look into his eyes. "Are you still my slut? 

Nikki is unable to speak and very close to orgasm. 

"Tell me I want to hear it, are you still my slut?" Don asked.

Nikki begins to moan and still can't answer Don.

He pulls her hair a little harder. "Are you still my slut." 

"Yes." Nikki finally answers.

Nikki's pussy begins to tighten more around Don's cock and he quickens the pace. Nikki moans as she comes. Don lies down on the bed and tells Nikki to clean up the mess she has made all over his cock and balls. Nikki drops her head and licks and sucks Don's cock and balls clean. Once they are clean he pushes Nikki back down on the bed again and slides his cock back into her pussy. Don changes his paces, sliding in and out of her slowly and then quicker. Nikki's hips rock up and down to meet him. 

"Are you going to cum again?" Don asked, "You are fucking me like you are." 

Nikki moans and locks her legs around Don's hips as she cums. Don tried slide further into Nikki's pussy but can't because her legs are held him back. 

"Nikki, Don't lock me out, I will stop. Don said.

Nikki's pussy is throbbing and she needs to catch her breath as well as control of her head. Nikki reaches up and pulls Don's mouth down to her and kisses him. (Thinking that a little bit of time would help her to regain her head.)

However it didn't work. Don broke the kiss which only caused her to melt deeper into him. 

"Don't block me from any of your holes or I will stop." Don said.

Nikki needed to breathe and wants him to stop for the moment, she just squirted and her pussy is throbbing very hard around the tip of Don's cock. But knowing he would stop Nikki opens her legs again and gives her pussy to him. Nikki moans and squirts again and once again tries to stop Don from moving. 

"Don't move, please don't move." Nikki said.

"I want you to cum all over my cock and balls; I want you to squirt all over them and then clean them off." Don still thrusting in and out of Nikki's pussy as she begins to moan a little louder. Don Says, "When I am ready to cum, you are going to tell me not to, you are going to take my load down you're throat and after I have cum you will get me hard again and take the other in you're ass." 

Nikki moans and squirts all over Don's cock and balls.

Don says you want to lick my ass don't you? Nikki is too wrapped up in the sensations she is feeling to answer. Don pulls her hair and tells her to answer him. Nikki says "Yes." Don slides out of Nikki's pussy and stands on the bed turns around and lowers himself to Nikki's waiting Mouth. Nikki's tongue licks the length of Don's asshole and then she pushes it as far into his ass as she can. Don's fingers stroke Nikki's clit. Don lifts himself off Nikki's face and slides his cock back into Nikki.

Don asks "You love it when I fuck you slow don't you?"

Nikki doesn't answer and begins to moan. Don reminds Nikki, when he is ready to cum, she is to tell him no and quickens his pace. Nikki moans and cums, her pussy tightening around his cock. Don tells Nikki he is ready to cum and asks her what she is supposed to do. Nikki's pussy tightens as she cums again and she answers, 

"No, Don't cum." Nikki said.

Don slides out of Nikki's pussy quickly and asked Nikki again.

"What are you supposed to do?" Don asked.

"I swallow it." Nikki said.

"Open, just open."

Don cums a little and Nikki bring her mouth up covers Don's cock with her lips and sucks him until she has taken all of Don's cum. 

Don fell back on the bed. He laid there with his eyes sparkling and body spent, Or what Nikki thought to be spent. But as soon as Nikki's back hit the bed he had his hand between her legs, stroking her clit.

His fingertips rubbing the very tip of her clit. Nikki move her hips against his fingers.

Nikki moaned and came.

Don pulled Nikki up and she sat on the side of the bed.

Her head dropped and she sucked Don's cock into her mouth.

She slid him out to the tip, licked around the tip of it, licked over his hole and slid him back into her mouth. Don pulled his cock from Nikki's mouth.

Nikki stood and turned to the bed and leaned over it. Don slid into Nikki's ass.

"You like that don't you?" Don asked.

"Yes," Nikki said.

Don slid slowly in and out of Nikki's ass until he came.



Don't Stop Me Now



"Whew, that was ... strange," I admitted to Lisa while we got dressed and left the banquet hall.

"Yeah, no kidding, baby. I must admit that I enjoyed watching you fuck a guy, especially one who has fucked me. That was ... wild. I won't put any pressure on you, but if you get the urge for some more man-to-man action, well, please let me watch, perhaps even join in. You know that you can watch or participate with me and another woman. I can't promise the same thing to other men, since that's a private moment of physical and sometimes emotional intimacy, but you're my husband and I owe you so much already. The fact that you, me, and Jonathan have now all fucked each other ... very hot, too.

"Anyway, the more I think of it, the more I believe that you have a point about James vs. Jonathan. Whatever harm Jonathan did, he did it with consenting adults and he blackmailed no one. James tried to make me his private whore. That more than cancels out any good that he did by opening up our marriage. What sort of punishment did you have in mind for James?" Lisa asked me, truly curious now.

"I aim to trap him into that cock cage in Jonathan's place. Once he's in, we can get the others to let Jonathan off the hook, hopefully, at least for the chastity side of things. The other stuff he may still have to do, but there is no sense in doing this to a mere philanderer, even one who's a hypocrite. It's a more fitting penalty for a blackmailer and wannabe pimp instead. After all, we don't want him breeding, do we?" I grinned, making Lisa kiss me hard in response, clearly enjoying the idea of a chastised James.

"Well, can we go somewhere and fuck like rabbits again? Danielle and Stacey aren't done with Youth Club yet and won't be for at least two or three hours. I want you to fuck me like the slut that I am, honey, and remind me that I'm your slut in particular, your plump, curvy, and busty wife. How about it?" Lisa begged me to take her as soon as I could, which was no trouble for me.

I took my wife back to our house in a hurry, expecting to have some privacy, but as soon as I opened the door, I could tell that we weren't alone. I saw a trail of clothes on the floor, which made Lisa burst out laughing. They were clearly female clothes, too. Our intruder was a woman for sure, and I wasn't too surprised when Lisa licked her lips in approval, apparently happy to see that we had company, instead of jealous as one might expect.

"I think that we should follow the clothes," I remarked half-seriously, prompting a nod from my wife.

"Absolutely. I think that whoever it is, they'll be a lot of fun. I know that we didn't plan to start swinging today, but it's a real bonus, right? Besides, you've already fucked Jonathan. Why not a woman now?" Lisa winked at me as she walked over the clothes to the master bedroom.

I quickly caught up with her, at which point we found a very naked Michelle, much to our shock. She knelt in a hurry and began immediately sucking my cock while gesturing for Lisa to join her. My wife didn't hesitate in the slightest before she also went to her knees in front of me and began gently sucking my dick. My sweet sister passed my cock back and forth to my wife, her own sister, the two of them now sharing it as if it were just a regular toy. My dick was definitely rather hard now, having a pair of sisters do this to me, but it was nothing compared to the sensation that I got when my cheeks were parted and another tongue slid between them, greedily licking my butt.

"Oh, damn!" I reacted as three mouths explored my cock, balls, taint, and ass.

"Like how Missy does it? She's pretty damn good at it, ain't she?" Michelle giggled, adding, "You didn't think that I had shown up here alone, did you? Missy and I are a package deal. Always have been. Inseparable. Joined at the hip. She's my primary partner, almost my wife, even. You see her, you see me, and vice versa. You were just counting on a threesome. Well, you, me, and Missy, we've had threesomes. We were hoping for a foursome this time around. You're going to be one busy guy for an hour or two."

"Damn, girls, what brought this on?" I chuckled as I enjoyed the oral attentions of these wonderful women.

"We're in love with you. All three of us, baby. Can't you just tell? Hey, Michelle, if Dan agrees to it, would you and Missy be opposed to moving in with us? We might need a bigger place in time, but I would love to share a bed between the four of us, with Dan breeding all three of us on a regular basis. What do you two say? What about you, Dan?" Lisa proposed to us, her eyes gleaming with passion, as she continued to deep-throat me, while Michelle now focused on my balls and Missy kept rimming me.

"I wouldn't mind it. What about you, Missy?" Michelle said between licks to my balls, "I do love these salty nuts, babe."

"Oh, that would be glorious! You still need to breed me, after all, Dan! Come on, say yes!" Missy urged me as she licked the crack of my ass and even my buns now and then.

"You all want this? Wow! You know how this will be received by your dad's church and all that," I pointed out, in case they forgot.

"Screw the church. I've been a good girl in the past and it got me nothing but misery. Now time to break the rules and have some fun," Lisa laughed as she Hoovered my cock yet again.

"If you girls are serious, I'll do it, but right now, I need to fuck someone. Who first?" I declared.

"Me, please!" Lisa pushed me onto the bed and started riding me for a good while, as Michelle planted her pussy on my face.

My balls were boiling almost, but Missy made it worse when she slipped a finger into my asshole, inching toward my prostate. I tried to hold out longer, and I surprised even myself with my willpower. Lisa's cunt was undeniably as warm and wet as it could be at that moment, as she rode me hard. However, right as my tongue circled Michelle's clit and made her squirt on me, and Lisa moaned with her own climax, my cock twitched and my cum shot out into my wife's sweet pussy. Before I could get up, however, Michelle took full advantage of my situation to switch places and jump on my dick, so it couldn't get soft yet. She tightened up as much as she could, too, not giving me a chance for my hard-on to fade while she mounted me and bounced repeatedly on my cock. Missy continued to make it tougher for me to go limp, too, with her finger still in my ass.

Lisa, for her part, leaned over and whispered, "By the way, honey, I'm fertile. That was baby number three you just put in me. I guess that Danielle and Stacey are getting a little brother or sister. Now you know why I'm so damn horny today. I can't wait for you to breed Missy, too. Hell, I'll love it when you breed Deanna, now that I know that she doesn't want to steal you from me. Not to mention the idea of you breeding Jenna, Amy, and Mary. But that's nothing compared to what I'll experience when I see Sarah, Amber, and Mary Beth swell up with your spawn."

I felt an incredible rush of potency and lust as I heard that, wondering what other devilish ideas Lisa had up her sleeve. I loved her sense of mischief already. She might be a slut wife, but she was the good kind. The idea of all those women, their bellies swollen with my seed ... yeah, what guy could resist that? Meanwhile, Michelle and Missy were hard at work, keeping me from softening up as I went balls deep inside the former and the latter played with my asshole. The feeling of Michelle's pussy was warm, wet, and willing, of course ... and very tight, like a vise, right then. When Lisa slid her own twat over my face, I didn't hesitate to lick it, even though my own cum was in it. After all, it was my own jizz, it was only a bit salty, and her slit was as delightful as ever. Pretty soon, I started rimming Lisa, too, making her squirm and pant with her pleasure and ecstasy at my lips and tongue.

I was able to last quite a while with Michelle, of course, while my tongue explored Lisa's bottom half from her clit to the top of her crack. Both women were apparently in serious heat, even as Missy continued to pleasure me with her fingers near my prostate. If this was what I could expect from my sex life with Michelle and Missy joining us permanently, I was definitely in favor of it. These women might kill me with sex, but there were a lot worse ways to go. If I hadn't already cum, I would have exploded by now inside Michelle, but luckily, my previous release gave me better self-control than that. I wanted to enjoy this, after all. It wasn't every day that I could fuck my sister right after my wife, on our marriage bed, while eating my wife out and having another woman toy with my prostate. Well, maybe after this, it would be every day.

I finally did cum, of course, with my cock very sore after that, but Missy just looked at me with a smoldering desire and told me, as Lisa and Michelle slid off my body, "Don't worry, stud. We're moving in tonight and daring you to stop us. You'll have plenty of chances to ride me into the sunset, too, cowboy. Eat me out for now and I'll take a rain check on the fucking ... for now."

"Gladly, babe," I said, as I grabbed Missy, planted her on the bed, and spread her cheeks wide open to lick away at her crack.

"Oh, God, you went straight for my ass! Oh, fuck me! Damn, that's delicious!" Missy exclaimed in response to my lips and tongue.

"Yes, it is very sweet ... yummy. After what you did for me, this is a proper show of gratitude, wouldn't you say?" I laughed as I continued to taste that delectable bottom ... she really was sweet.

"Considering that you're letting us live with you, I think that we owe you the appreciation, not the other way around, my favorite brother," Michelle pointed out as she planted kisses all over my body and Lisa did the same thing.

"Well, what guy in his right mind is gonna turn down sharing a bed with three lovely and sexy women?" I chuckled between licks to Missy's delicious ass, even tasting her buns.

"Not to mention breeding us as much as you like? I want to seduce David, too, though, so you can have a good excuse to breed Amber, and ... well, from what Lisa says, it's fun, too. Mind if David breeds me once, too? Maybe Missy as well?" Michelle suggested as she kissed my spine, giving me serious chills.

"For a chance to breed Amber, I'll let David breed both of you, too. It's only fair, and I kind of like the idea of David and me breeding the same women. Maybe he should breed Lisa once, too," I grinned as I kept eating Missy's bottom.

"Really? You're okay with that? Thank you! You won't regret that, honey!" Lisa now spread my cheeks apart to do to me what I was doing to Missy.

"Two conditions, of course. No treating me with disrespect. No snide remarks or nicknames or anything like that. I'm doing this because I like the idea of David and sharing women and breeding the same ladies. Plus, I enjoy the incest factor. It's kinky as hell. Not to mention that I'll be breeding a lot of women and I could use the help. No man is always hard," I warned them, so as to remind them that sharing their wombs didn't make me some cuckold or wimp, and I didn't want them getting the wrong idea.

"Of course, it's a very generous and considerate offer. Nothing wimpy or cucky about it, since you're getting plenty of chances to knock women up, too. Besides, I wouldn't humiliate or belittle you for anyone. I already feel awful about cheating on you before. What's the other condition?" Lisa wondered, while Michelle joined her in rimming me ... they even French-kissed each other while licking my butt!

I stopped eating Missy out just long enough to tell my wife, "The husbands are always presumed to be the fathers, even when we know that they aren't. I raise David's brat that you carry and he raises mine that Amber bears."

"How do we get David and Amber to both agree to this?" Lisa asked me, while Missy moaned a serious climax from my oral services.

I was quite ready again now, thanks to the flavors of Missy's delightful bottom and the constant talk of impregnation, but I managed to say, "We offer them what they already want, of course. David is already plowing you. Amber already wants me, as you said. No sense in not sweetening the deal, so to speak. David gets to regularly fuck all of the same women that I fuck and vice versa. We share all of our women ... permanently. Amber gets two cocks to play with at least. Since I'm already screwing more women than him, he gains quite a bit from this deal."

"Works for me," Missy said, as I entered her from behind, taking her hard and fast.

"Me, too! I love everything about it! Can we call David and Amber now? Their kids are at Youth Club, too, after all. I would love to see this happen ... maybe I can have twins, one from you and another from my baby brother," Lisa snickered.

"Yeah, no kidding! Wickedly fun thought, the idea of you popping fraternals out, one like him, and one like ... Dan here. No mistake, though. Dan's the main man. I'm in love with him, always have been," Michelle confessed, "though I'm also in love with Missy, of course."

"Call them, baby. Let's get their sweet tails over here. We still have time," I said, as I continued to pump Missy with my cock.

"Oh, fuck, yes! Michelle, honey, I love you, too, but your brother ... he fucks like a god! Lisa, your hubby is the best!" Missy exclaimed as I reamed her good with my dick.

"Yeah, that's my Dan. Knows exactly how to treat a gal. He's our Dan now, in fact. Tasty, ain't he?" Lisa remarked as she played with my balls and Michelle caressed my buns.

"Oh, God ... I'm never going to give him up! Ever!" Missy screamed as she came, while I did my best not to cum a third time ... these women ... damn, they could get my soldier to stand and salute more than anyone else.

That was when Lisa started talking to David and Amber on the phone and Michelle whispered in my ear, "Just imagine how great it will be when you fuck Amber while David takes Lisa."

I just plain exploded upon hearing that, my seed emptying into Missy's twat, while she came again from knowing that I filled her with another load. I wondered how I could possibly get it up again before the two to three hours were up, but I needn't have worried. It turned out that Amber knew precisely how to make my motors run, even if it seemed that I was now on fumes.

"Oh, trust me, David, if you and Amber get here in a timely manner, it will be more than worth your while. We have a proposition for you, dear brother. Dan, me, Michelle, and Missy, that is. A plan to include you and Amber in our little festivities. Trust me, bro. You want to be part of them. You'll see. Just get your sweet asses here on the double and don't tell a soul yet. Here's a hint. It's a certain time in my cycle and I don't want you to wear a rubber. It's bareback fun all the way," Lisa winked at me as she told her brother and his sexy wife that news.

"Yeah, I knew that would do the trick. And, yes, baby brother, Dan knows everything. Turns out he's even more fun than I thought when I met him," Lisa snickered as she hung up.

"So, he's in ... they're in," I chuckled as the four of us got cozy on the bed.

"Oh, I'd say so. Something about getting to take me during my fertile time with no rubber does the trick it seems. Not that I blame him. The idea has me even wetter than before. Maybe we can all live together," Lisa declared.

"I wouldn't mind that. Anyone else that you want to move in with us?" I teased her a little, but she proved quite serious, to my delight.

"Yeah, sure. Sarah. Mary Beth ... Mary ... Deanna. Just to name a few. Don't worry, I won't get lost in the crowd. I know how to stand out and get plenty of your dick for my own needs. I just love the idea of us in a kind of polygamous household. You'd just have to invest in some nice blue pills. Besides, you'll have some help, too. From David, Jonathan, and a few others, of course. We'll need a damn big house, naturally," Lisa observed.

"That's a given," Michelle said her piece.

"Oh, but so worth it!" Missy cut in.

"Absolutely," Michelle agreed while rubbing her ass.

"Well, let's pop the question and see what they make of it. It sounds heavenly to me," I remarked.

"What sounds heavenly?" David announced himself as he walked into our bedroom, with Amber in tow...

For someone who just heard that her husband had fucked his own sister, Amber was in remarkably good mood. If anything, she was particularly eager to see us, especially me. My sweet, perky sister with curly blonde hair and baby blue eyes, practically jumped on me and made a point of planting kisses on me while David began making out with Lisa.

"Well, friends, family, and lovers, the girls and I have a proposition of sorts for you," I declared.

"Sweet brother, let's fuck now and hear that proposal later. David and I want to suck your cock as a team first, actually, and then you can fuck me every bit hard as we've both wanted all this time. I can't hardly wait for you to fuck me when I'm fertile and knock me up," Amber announced, as David and she knelt to lick and suck my dick.

You could have heard a pin drop in the room ... was David bi?

David and Amber really got my blood pumping as they sucked my cock together. To have a long-time friend and his wife, who happened to be mys, join together to pleasure me orally ... it was a real treat. I found my next wind pretty easily, though it was also helped when Amber, a pharmacy technician, gave me a free sample of a new potency drug, making her intentions clear.

"There's more where that came from, honey. David and I are eager to get fucked by you ... David is a top with me, but a bottom with men ... or at least with you. You're one of the few men that he's noticed himself wanting ... and certainly the main one. After you've fucked me, Dan, I would love to watch you fuck David. I bet that Lisa would, too, unless I'm mistaken," Amber urged me as David and she continued to service me.

"You got that right, Amber. I would love to fuck you, too, sweet cheeks. I've wanted to lick your pussy and ass for a while ... maybe have you lick mine, too," Lisa confessed to everyone here.

"Oh, God, that's fucking hot! I want to do that, too!" Michelle admitted as well.

"Same here. One of these days, maybe an all-girl orgy?" Missy laughed and winked at me.

"Just knowing that David is a bottom ... very cute and hot. Honey, you'd do it, right? Pity you never caught us together and fucked him in the ass!" Lisa giggled now, making my cock even readier to fuck someone on hearing this.

"Damn ... that is such a sexy idea! I've wanted Dan to do that for the entire time we've been lovers. A threesome with you, me, and him? Or catch him with Amber and still take it in the ass from him. Either way, I'd end up sharing his cock with my wife or my sister. I've wanted to be Dan's bottom and share women with him for years, to be perfectly honest, but I didn't dare to admit it. To breed women with my Top ... that's icing on the cake! I'll gladly raise Your spawn, too, Dan," David announced.

"You'll raise mine if they come through Amber and I'll raise any of yours that come through Lisa. That's fair, I think. The rest get paternity tests and/or we select the sire ahead of time," I informed my brother, lifelong friend, and self-declared bottom...

I was thinking, in fact, that I now had two bottoms in effect, counting Jonathan ... that could be handy.

"You at least partly did it with Lisa to get caught with her, didn't you?" I chuckled, knowing that wasn't the only reason, of course.

"Well, yeah, among other reasons. I also had fantasies of Amber catching us, not to mention just the fact of doing my sweet sister ... I've wanted to fuck Lisa for years now. When the floodgates opened, well, I admit to taking full advantage. Incest is so damn hot, don't you agree?" David admitted as I entered Amber and he slid into Lisa.




Don't Stop Me Now



"That it is," I agreed, now ramming my sexy sister, much as we both wanted for a good while now, "Just wait until you get to fuck Michelle."

Lisa was very heated and passionate right then, feeling her brother's cock inside her pussy, ready to dump his seed into her on the most fertile night of the month. She knew very well that this meant a good chance that she would get pregnant to both of us, but that was exactly what all of us present wanted. If David knocked her up ... and I did the same to Amber soon, our family would have a brand new kind of connection to keep it bound by blood twice over. If we all shared a house, so much the better for us. If we wanted someone, we'd just have to grab him or her ... both of them, find some privacy, and get it on.

Such thoughts added to my excitement at taking Amber again ... and again ... and again. My strokes continued furiously, thanks to the pills, my cock delivering yet another wave of ecstasy for my perky sister. I long suspected, but couldn't prove, that Amber found me attractive and wanted me to fuck her long ago, but now I had her at last and she was clearly delighted by it. When Amber kissed me repeatedly as we fucked, it was evident that she still had something of a crush on me, which was flattering as hell. We might not have bred that night, but we both knew that was only a matter of time now.

While this all went on, Michelle and Missy went to take a shower, resulting in loud cries, running water, and the slurping sound of women eating each other. Each of us grinned, knowing that Michelle was likely to rim Missy soon enough, too. Michelle enjoyed few things more than rimming her partners, male or female, of course.

Meanwhile, we all heard Lisa scream her release, after which David grunted one more time and evidently shot out his load into her soaked pussy. This was when Michelle and Missy returned from the shower and Missy bent over for Michelle to spread her cheeks and lick her ass all over again. Missy nearly fainted, even as David knelt to eat any excess cum from his sister's snatch. That was when Amber lost it and came from watching her husband eat his own sister out, and my own cock shot out the contents of my balls deep within her pussy.

The sight of my sister, her golden hair lying across her sweaty skin as her wedding band glistened in the glare of the Sun ... it was amazingly sensual in a very taboo sense. I looked at my wife, her snatch still feeding her brother's face while she wore own ring, and I decided that we must all wear our wedding bands while we fucked ... at all times, especially with others. Few things were as deliciously kinky and sinful as married men and women fucking around while wearing their rings, flaunting their extramarital pleasures.

"I don't know about you guys, but I think that we need to talk a bit while we recover from all this ... delightful romp. Let me make my case for my proposal, that we live together, all of us here, with some others added when we and they are ready for it," I suggested, quickly realizing that I wouldn't have to hard sell this idea.

"Where do I sign up for that? Granted, we'll have plenty of mundane duties and a lot of shared responsibility ... it will be work as well as play, but I can't deny that I want badly to live in a sort of polygamous family arrangement. The idea of you, me, and the ladies breeding together is just too incredible to resist," David confessed while playfully stroking my groin.

"Oh, hell, yeah! How many times will we get the chance to sneak off, so I can bend over and drop my sweatpants for you guys ... and that includes you ladies! I look forward to Dan's and David's cocks in my pussy and ass from behind, but I also crave what Michelle just gave Missy ... and I think that Lisa and Missy would service me well, too," Amber declared, which resulted in the girls suddenly pinning her and licking all over her body, much to our delights.

"Okay, then ... house rules," I started, before Lisa rose long enough to put a finger to my lips.

"Dan, honey ... there are only two rules that we really need right now," she assured me, "The rest can be announced later."

"Which are, in your view?" I asked her, truly curious.

"Rule Number One is that ... You're the Boss. Period. What you say goes. You set the other rules, the schedules, etc. Right, guys?" Lisa answered with a wink, while now feeding Amber her tits.

"I'm with you on that. Dan's in charge of all of us. We're his harem, first and foremost," Michelle smiled before she resumed rimming Amber.

"Same here," Missy concurred, her tongue then returning to Amber's pussy folds to lap away at them.

"And the second is?" I reminded them.

"Share and share alike," David grinned, to which Lisa nodded.

"I couldn't have said it better myself. That work for you, Master?" she urged me.

"Hell's bells, you know it does!" I chuckled.

"Woah, look at the time! We must have been having a lot of fun, because we need to get dressed and ready to pick up the girls. What about you guys? I want to take us all to Molly Malts for some burgers, onion rings, hot dogs, and chocolate malts or milkshakes. That's a good chance to experience what it will be like for us to do some things that are kid-friendly, to co-parent between us, that sort of thing. All play and no work makes Dan a poor man," I added with some humor.

"Just wait until later, buddy. That cock of yours will meet my prostate yet, Master!" David teased me with a tongue kiss at last, much to the voyeuristic pleasure of the ladies.

"It had better, bottom boy!" I winked at him as we dressed and headed out to the Youth Club to pick up the kids.



Don't Stop On My Account



"Look at her tits, they are sooo big!" 

"I told you, what did I tell you." Josh took a breath.

"Are you sure they can't see us, they have to be able to see us." 

"No way, there is no way they can see us."

"We made noise, I know we made noise."

"No, we didn't make any noise. Besides, from what I can tell you're having a great time."

"Well, well, look what we have here."

Caught, snagged, busted. Call it what you will. We never saw her leave, we never heard her until the door opened. Talk about being caught with your pants down. 

"Don't stop on the account of me." 

There she was, standing in front of us, a towel wrapped around her. We didn't have that luxury, no towel, no clothes. Two guys, completely nude, jerking off. How long had she been there, my heart was pounding, but my hard dick was in Josh's hand. His dick was in my hand. Laura bent down and grabbed our clothes which were lying in a heap on the floor. We had nowhere to go and nowhere to hide. Turn on still, we both kept a grip on each other. Hard as a rock, I didn't want to stop. The two other girls were still in the yard, lying in the sun no more then 50 feet from us. There glistening bodies lying side by side. They teased and played together, you could hear the giggling and you could see it all laid out right in front of us. So how did Laura leave without us noticing. Go figure.

"Boys, follow me." She looked serious. "Now!"

"No way, you can't be serious." Josh was breathing heavy but for a different reason. His grip and my grip had loosened up, but both our dicks were hard, real hard.

"Oh, I'm real serious, move it." 

Like two dogs, we moved past her. All I wanted to do was run and hide so I could finish jerking off. Josh was in the same predicament. Laura smacked me on the ass as I went by. She hooted at both of us. "Wait till the girls see what I found.

The house was in the middle of the woods. Situated on 10 acres, there were no neighbors to worry about. An in ground pool, hot tub, and a beautiful deck filled the back yard. It was the middle of July, hot and humid. When you think about it, how did we sneak back into the house without being seen? Through the woods, we pretended to be ninja's. The girls had been partying, a little beer and a lot of pot. I guess that was the reason they never saw us. "Ladies, look what I found spying on us." Jackie and Beth giggled when they saw us. 

"Looks like they were getting there little dicks all excited watching us." Beth sat up, her perfect tits were three feet in front of us. She liked what she saw, two hard dicks in front of her. 

"So Laura, looks like they need to finish what they started." Beth leaned over and stroked Josh's dick. He let out a moan, precum forming at the head.

"Yeah Laura, let's make them jerk off for us." Jackie laid back on her lounge chair. Her hand rubbed her clit, her clean shaven pussy wet. She ran her finger into her pussy and licked her two fingers. She was tan, blond and perfect. Three dildos, a double dong, three vibrators, anal beads and three strap ons, let's not forget about the various lotions, oils and creams. 

Laura sat down, her towel hiked up showing us her nicely shaven pussy. She reached for a bottle of lotion, her towel opened slowly; well it felt like it was in slow motion watching that towel open up. Josh was standing in front of Beth and slowly began jerking off. Beth egged him on, "That's it, stroke it for me baby."

Laura let the other two girls have their fun. She rubbed herself down with oil, watching us jerk off for her two friends. 

"Now boys, before you go any further, I want you to do it the way you were doing it when I caught you, understood." She took a huge chug of her beer, letting out a loud, belch. "Now do it for the girls."

We had done this before, Josh and I. Whenever we got together, we always ended up jerking off. Then, we started jerking each other off. That was the best. There was something about making each other cum. So why did we suddenly have stage fright.

Beth sat up and smacked my ass. We were both standing right next to each other. The girls were lounging in chairs directly in front of us.

"Your going to do as I tell you, or you will never get laid again by those little girls you call your girlfriends. They were younger then us, they would not be cool with this. No way, they can't tell.

"Besides, I have your clothes and the doors are locked. You do as you are told or you stay out here naked." Now jerk each other off." 

Beth and Jackie both oohed and aahed as we began to jerk each other off while standing over both those naked girls. We had gone too far to turn back, there was no stopping and within minutes both Josh and I were ready to explode. We put on a show, rubbing the head of our dicks together. We both egged the girls on to kiss and rub each other. They did that and more. Beth began working a dildo into Jackie's pussy. . "You love it don't you, you want me to fuck her. Would you like that, would you like to watch me fuck her?"

"Yes, fuck her. Please fuck her." 

Laura watched intently, and then she sat up and yelled for us to stop.

"Stop, you better not cum." She almost missed the point of no return. But somehow, we both managed not to cum. The girls kept right on playing. Jackie's moans grew, her breathing quickened. They were not stopping.

Laura stood up and grabbed both of our dicks. She rubbed the heads together, she massaged my balls. I reached over to play with her tits. She smacked me across the face. I was hard and turned on more then ever.

"You haven't earned that right to play with my tits, understood." I let out an inaudible sound Laura took for a yes.

"Good, now I want you to suck his dick." My eyes met Laura's, she was serious.

"For real, you want me to suck his dick."

"What word didn't you understand? I'm in charge, you are not. Now suck his dick."

I guess my hesitation was too much for her. She pulled my hair back and kneed me down to the ground. There before me was Josh's dick. It was hard, it was pulsating. Laura reached over and guided the head into my mouth. I took it in and began to suck the head. I tasted his precum and it was not as bad as I thought it was going to be. Then I just got into the moment and began to suck his dick into my mouth. Josh let out a moan when I reached the base of his penis. I took his balls into my hand; I stroked his dick with my other hand. The girls were now all intently watching me and egging me on. They started giving me hints and suggestions.

"Use your tongue, nibble on the head."

"You're a natural, look at you go." 

They were right. After five minutes I felt like a pro. Josh was ready, he let me know.

"I'm going to cum." I pulled my mouth off his dick.

Beth grabbed my hair and told me to let him cum in my open mouth. They made me open my mouth and stick out my tongue. Then Josh began to jerk off into my mouth and it took him no time to begin shooting his hot cum into my mouth. The first few shots went right down my throat. I never missed a beat. Jackie was fingering herself, Beth had the dildo working her wet pussy. Josh jerked off till the last drop. I licked the head of his dick, my mouth still holding his cum. Beth leaned in and kissed me. I frenched her back and shared the cum with her. She then leaned over and kissed both Jackie and Laura. They too shared the cum with each other.

"Very good, you were so good at that." I stood up, my dick as hard as a rock. Josh knew exactly what to do and dropped to his knees. Seven strokes later and some hard sucking, I filled his mouth with no warning. It was twice as much as he had shot into my mouth and he began to gag on it. Laura screamed at him.

"Don't even think about it." Josh did fine, he had a big mouthful to share. But this time Laura had something different in mind.

"Kiss him, share his cum with him." After sucking each other off, we both felt very awkward kissing each other. But we did as we were told.

"No, kiss each other with your tongue. Let him share some of that sperm in your mouth."

We kissed again and this time our tongues were entangled. I tasted sperm, my sperm and licked it off his lips when we let go of each other. How different this had been. Beth was the first to notice we were both getting hard once again. Instinctively, we both began slowly jerking each other off. The girls were wanting more and they wanted it now.

"Mike, you fuck Jackie and Josh, you fuck Beth." She didn't have to say anything twice. 

Our lives changed on that day. Getting caught by a 29 year old woman was just the beginning. 18 years old, I jerked off everyday, sometimes three or four times a day. And I found out I wanted to be dominated by a strong woman. Laura is still a huge part of my sex life. We play all the time, I have jerked off for her hundreds of times. We have experimented together over the years. I'll share them all with you. This was the first and the turning point...



Don't Stop Reading



Brian stood outside his daughter Neri's bedroom door, listening to the sounds coming from within. He had heard a man sneaking into their house, giggles as his daughter opened her window and let him in, more giggles as her visitor raised her night dress, ran his hands over her body...Brian's hand clasped around his hard on. His daughter had blossomed in the years since her mother had died, and this wasn't the first time he had stood at her door and listened, imagining what might be happening on the other side.

She moaned, and he heard as the man fucking her shushed her. 

"Your father will hear." 

Her moans became muffled; his hand must be over her mouth. Brian's cock twitched in his own hand and he dragged his palm against his foreskin, his breathing becoming heavy.

Was he sick?

He pushed the thought aside. It was nothing, he was just listening to two people fucking, it didn't matter if she was his daughter, it wasn't like he was the one fucking her.

But did he want to?

Brian grunted quietly in frustration at the little voice in his head that wouldn't be silenced. All summer he had endured living in this big, empty house with a young beauty, watching her blossom as she became an adult, seeing her nipples peek through her skimpy night gowns, hearing her sighs during her afternoon naps, knowing what she was really doing in there. It was driving him insane, and it was made worse by the fact that she never bothered to hide her body from him. 

Her bathers were tiny and she wore them constantly, sometimes bending over in front of him to take something from the kitchen cupboard - the lips of her pussy outlined against the white fabric of her wet bikini, sometimes one or two of the hairs that she kept trimmed but not shaved taunting him. He wondered what she would do if he reached out one day and tucked one of these stray hairs back inside her panties, skimming the pink skin of her most private place that she teased him with every day.

Of course he wanted to.

Night after night he had gone to sleep with his cock hard in his hand, refusing to stroke it, until the night of her eighteenth birthday party. The party was over, the guests gone home, and he had finished cleaning up some of the mess, and was walking past her bedroom on his way to his own. He had heard a noise. An intruder? Carefully he had edged her bedroom door open, ready to jump whoever had broken into his little girl's room. But the intruder was obviously welcome - his little girl's tits were swinging above the bed as a young man shoved into her from behind.

Brian had been shocked, frozen to the spot, and they had not seen him peeping through the door.

His hand had found its way to his cock, and stroked it, and he had worked himself into a frenzy as he watched this young man fuck his little girl, faster and harder until the young man had cum, and she had pretended to. 

He had known her all her life; he knew that her orgasms with this man were all fake.

Back in the present, Brian's breath quickened with his daughter's moans of pleasure. The orgasms were fake but the pleasure was real, and he knew she would be walking around him in the morning in a state of unsatisfied arousal. The thought of her pussy, wet, engorged, the knowledge that she would find an excuse for an afternoon nap and would rub herself to release, pushed Brian over the edge. He came just as her boyfriend did, the sounds of her muffled cries in his ears.

He quietly padded back to his room to sleep, to dream.

Neri heard the floor outside creak and she felt a wave of desire rush over her as her boyfriend extricated himself from her, kissed her on the ass, then threw himself onto the bed and promptly fell asleep. 

Neri knew her father listened to them. What she didn't know was how she felt about it. It turned her on and frightened her at the same time. Sometimes she would almost cum, knowing that he was at her door, working his cock while her boyfriend worked her. She checked that he was asleep, then crooked a leg up, breathing into her pillow as she masturbated, keeping still, keeping quiet, imagining Brian's hand on her clit instead of her own. She came with a gush from her pussy and a sigh from her mouth, and drifted off to sleep, to dream.

It continued this way for months. Night after night with her boyfriend inside her, and her father listening outside the door, thinking she didn't know he was there. Probably thinking his presence would be unwelcome. Neri began to associate his presence with sex, with untamed desire, with an ongoing arousal that was never quite satisfied. The sex became dull, her boyfriend began to sense her disinterest in him, and her moans began to sound fake even to her own ears. 

By day, she would walk around the house, conscious of the hardness of her nipples, the glances that her father tried to hide, the outline of his cock that was always semi-erect. She began to spend less time wondering about the morality of wanting to fuck her own father, and more time thinking about how it might happen.

She broke it off with her boyfriend. The sex was boring, he barely flicked his tongue in the direction of her clit before clambering on top of her and puffing and panting until he came. Neri knew from what her girlfriends told her that most guys their age were like this. But some of her friends had fucked older men and the stories were different, enticing... 

Her father was older...

***

It was nine in the morning on a Saturday. Brian had left the house to shop for groceries and Neri was in the pool. She knew he would be back soon, and she thought about one of her many fantasies. They would be swimming naked and she would wrap her legs around him, pull his cock into her, rock against him. She stole a finger under the elastic of her bikini bottom and stroked a little circle around her clit. Just then, the front gate clicked open. Brian was home.

Neri jerked her hand from between her legs and was about to call out an innocent hello, when the familiar disappointed, frustrated feeling of hiding her desire, denying the taboo of incest, washed over her. Neri made a sudden decision. She would throw aside all pretence of being a normal daughter, and try to seduce her father. 

Quickly, she untied her bikini top and tossed it aside, her breasts bouncing in the water. She pulled off the bottoms and sent them flying, then positioned herself against one of the jets of water that sent filtered pool water into the pool. 

She let it run between the cheeks of her ass, over her pussy, leant back on the side of the pool, exposed her breasts to the sky, and moaned. Neri's body moved with the rhythm of the water, little waves dashing against the poolside, and that was how Brian found her.

He almost dropped the shopping in his surprise. His cock - ever ready these days - instantly pushed itself against the fabric of his shorts. He fell to his knees behind a garden hedge and fixed his gaze on his little girl as she writhed, moaned, pulled on her nipples and bounced in the water. Her tits were little mountains in front of him, nipples standing high and hard, and one of her hands pulled on a teat while the other danced below the water line, circling her clit no doubt. Her mother had liked that too.

Brian came almost the moment his hand reached his cock. He moaned, quietly, his eyes on his daughter's tits as the stream of cum shot high from his cock and landed with a tiny splat on the bricks, just behind her head. 

Neri heard him cum, heard the splash of his semen hit the ground behind her, and wondered what it would taste like if it had traveled just a little further and landed in her open mouth. With an "oh!" of shock, of desire, she convulsed in the water, her finger driving itself into her pussy and feeling the muscles contract around it. She took a few deep breaths, felt her taut muscles relax, drew her hand from between her legs, shaking with the force of the orgasm. She heard Brian sneaking back through the front gate, and quickly she dressed. A few moments later the gate clicked again and Brian called out to her.

"I'm home little lady. Want some lunch?"

***

The rest of the day was a blur for Brian. He was at breaking point, the guilt of his desire to fuck his little girl driving him as crazy as the desire itself. He tried to remind himself of the fact she was his daughter and that this was wrong.

He thought about when she was ten, how he had taken her to the fair and they had ridden the merry go round together, her little legs barely able to mount the horse. But in his mind she transformed into her eighteen year old self, and instead of an innocent little child on a merry go round, she was an adult, legs astride a horse, hips rocking with the motion of the ride. 

He thought of buying her ice cream in the park when she was fourteen, but this memory too became perverted as the Neri-of-now invaded his mind, licking ice cream and then licking his cock. She was his daughter, yes, but she was also a beautiful woman, and she was driving him wild.

He spent the afternoon in a daze, reading in his library, or pretending to. Ignoring the ignoble tent in his trousers, denying his cock any release. He stayed there until dinner time, then returned to the kitchen to eat with Neri, almost crying with shame by this point. Furtive listening at her door and a blurred memory of a momentary glimpse of her months ago was nearly manageable, he could have seen out the summer like that. But seeing her in the pool today, the daylight hiding nothing from his gaze, her tits bouncing in the water, her moans ringing in his ears... it had broken him, and he wasn't sure he could get through another day of this torture.

After dinner she leaned across the table and took his hand.

"Daddy, are you ok? You look worried..." Neri sounded concerned and he shook his head, mustering a wan smile.

"I'm fine honey, just a little tired."

"Let me help you relax" Neri said, moving towards him. Brian tensed, but she moved behind his chair, placed her hands on his shoulders, and began to massage.

Her hands were magic, and Brian finally began to relax. She kneaded his muscles, her hands roving up his neck, over his head, pulling gently on his hair. He moaned. 

"Honey, that's wonderful."

The massage continued, her nails skimming over his clothes, and down his chest. He could feel the warmth of a breast against the back of his neck, and could hear her breath in his ear as her hands wove down. Her nails dragged over his nipples, hard under the thick toweling of the bathrobe he was wearing, and he barely suppressed a sigh. Her own nipple was circling against his neck, only a thin layer of fabric between them, as her hands ran over his stomach, kneading the muscles there, before returning to the relative safety of his chest and circling his pecs. 

She drew her nails down his arms, all the way to the hands that were clasped in his lap, hiding the hardness of his cock from her. Her pinky brushed the fabric that held taut over the head of his erection and he held his breath - had she noticed? She didn't hesitate, just kept moving her hands, so he relaxed a little - his secret was safe for now.

Finally the torture, the pleasure, came to an end.

"Daddy? I was thinking, could you read me one of those old bedtime stories? Like when I was a little girl?"

He spoke without thinking "You're still my little girl."

She giggled. "Maybe. Will you?"

He feigned disinterest with an amused sigh. 

"Fine honey. You choose the story."

They retired to the library and he sat on the couch, his writing desk in front of them. He loved this room, the masculine decor, the leather, the antiques. She put on some music and as she walked over to join him, carrying the book, he tried not to imagine stretching her out on his desk, fucking her slowly, rhythmically... He shook the thought from his mind and reached out for the book she gave him. 

It was a fairy tale from her childhood, one that a family friend had written for her and had published in a proper hardback volume. Innocently, she sat on his lap, and the old habit from when she had been a child returned - he circled his arm around her waist and she settled against him, each of them holding one half of the book. His cock was trapped between them, rock hard now. He glanced up at her in fear but she showed no sign of being aware of it. Brian began the tale.

"Once upon a time..."

Brian's low, soothing voice washed over Neri and she leaned back, relaxing against his hard chest. She could feel his cock nestled between their bodies, its hard length resting in between the cheeks of her ass. She wore no panties and she knew he would be naked under his bathrobe. He was so hard, so tantalizingly close. Her poor, tormented daddy. She had felt his hard-on earlier and she knew he wanted her the way she wanted him. Would this seduction work?

"The little mouse said to the fish...honey, please stop wriggling."

Neri laughed. "The mouse said what?"

Brian laughed with her. "I meant you. You're wriggling." 

Every time she moved, her night dress rode a little higher and his cock became a little harder. It was throbbing now. He was beginning to wonder whether she was doing this on purpose...but there was no way she was as perverted as him. The vision of her tits swinging above the bed on that first night came back to him and he reminded himself that she may not be perverted, but she was certainly no innocent.

"I'm just trying to get comfortable daddy. Keep reading."

Brian turned his concentration back to the book. Neri wiggled some more, her left tit brushing against his hand as she moved. He turned his thoughts away from her. "The little mouse..."

As he read, she wriggled, and writhed, and gradually pulled the fabric of his bathrobe aside, until his cock was bare against the satin of her night gown. Her father's voice faltered. 

"Honey..."

"Shh daddy. Keep reading." Almost a whisper, definitely an order. 

His mind was foggy from the scotch she had given him before dinner, more than he usually drank. The music lulled him into a sense of unreality, the fairy tale almost making him think it was fifteen years ago and she was still his little girl and nothing unusual was going on. He did as he was told and went back to the story, trying to ignore the feel of the satin that now rubbed against his aching cock. He knew he should find a way out of this situation that would save their relationship, but she was still moving, sighing. 

"Keep reading, daddy."

His tongue wrapped around the words on the pages of the story. Something about a frog and a crocodile and a mouse. The scotch swam in his brain and mingled with the scent of her shampoo, the rise and fall of her chest, the tickle of her nipple against his wrist, the heat of her sex. He kept reading, kept his focus on the story as though it was the only thing that could save him now.

Neri pulled the hem of her nightdress higher, and suddenly his cock and her pussy were skin to skin. His breath caught in his throat, but he kept reading. She moved her hips against him, drenching the length of his hard cock with the moisture of her own desire, pressing against him, no pretense of innocence now. Brian didn't break off from the story, he was afraid if he stopped reading she would stop moving, the reality of the world would crash in, he'd suddenly realize he was about to fuck his own daughter and he would stop, and more than anything, he wanted this not to stop.

"Daddy? Don't stop reading." 

It was a gasp now, almost a whimper, and he broke his pause with more words. 

"The prince looked for the frog, hiding in the river bank." His hands were shaking. "The frog looked out from its hiding place, terrified of being found."

The entrance to her pussy, his little girl's cunt, was pressing against the head of his cock. He was desperate to be inside her now, but he wouldn't be the one to make it happen.

"Suddenly the prince spoke." 

Brian's voice was barely a rasp, there was no rhythm to his words, but if he stopped reading now he would start moaning, would lose control, would drive his cock into his daughter, break that taboo forever. If he moaned, it would become real, it would really be happening, and he would never escape it. He kept reading.

"Don't stop reading daddy, don't stop....don't stop." 

Her hair tumbled down over his shoulder as she threw her head back, writhing around trying to pull the end of his cock into her aching pussy.

Her tits were thrust in front of her, nipples erect, and he realized he had somehow pushed her nightgown higher, had her nipple squeezed in his left hand. The world was swimming. She moved her hips and finally just the tip of his cock popped into her.

"Don't stop, daddy." 

She leaned away from him, seeking a better angle; he held onto the book and dragged out the sentences of the story as she rocked her hips, rubbing the end of his cock around the entrance of her pussy. He wouldn't moan, it would make it too real... He held his breath to keep the sound inside.

Neri was reflected in the mirror on the other side of the room, her legs apart, her tits bouncing gently as she writhed on his lap, her eyes closed tight. She pushed herself harder onto him and whimpered, a tiny sound.

"Uhh."

It was a whimper and a question, ending on a higher note, a plea and pure pleasure all in one. It was such a tiny sound, but when he heard it he lost his mind.

The book fell onto the floor, his fingers dug into her hips, and he stood, driving his cock deep into his daughter's cunt. He dragged her, impaled on his cock, to the writing desk just a few feet in front of them, and he watched his hands dig into his little girl's ass as he drove himself into her pussy. Like him, she made barely a sound, the music in the background, their breathing the only other sound apart from the thwack of his balls against her thighs. He fucked her, hard, watching the lips of her pussy suck against his purple, rigid cock on the out stroke, then drag against him as he pushed his cock back in. His fingers would leave bruises on her ass. Her breathing was shallow, urgent, she was whispering something.

"Daddy, please..."

He knew a moment of panic before she continued. 

"...please don't stop."

He built the tempo now, and she rose on the desk, almost as though she wanted to get away from him, but then she grabbed onto the opposite edge of the desk and he realized she was bracing herself so she could fuck him harder, push her ass back against him. 

His thighs slapped the back of her legs, and he glanced across the room at the mirror that faced them. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, and she was beginning to whimper. Her breath was rasping, ragged, desperate as her orgasm built. Her tits swung in the mirror, just like on the night he had first seen her like this, except now it was his cock inside his little girl. 

He would not moan.

Their breathing quickened and he fixed his gaze on the curve of her ass, the dip of the skin between her thighs as his cock appeared, and disappeared between her legs. She was moaning, a low, gutteral, animal sound. She increased the pace and he followed her lead, pulling on her ass, eyes fixed on the pucker of her anus as she pressed her head low against the desk and raised her ass in front of him. He remembered what her mother used to like...he thrust his thumb into his mouth, covering it with saliva, then pressed against his little girl's asshole. She groaned, loud, and pleaded with him to fill her, and his thumb popped inside her. He was moments away from cumming and so was she. He snaked his other hand to her clit, pulled some moisture from the lips of her pussy and brought it back to circle around the nub of her pleasure. 

"Daddy! Fuck!" Her clit bounced, her cunt clenched, her ass tightened around his thumb, and he unloaded his cum into her, a long, loud, ragged moan tearing itself from his throat. 




Don't Stop Reading



He thrust hard, long, the moan a deep sound of release, of relief, and he emptied himself into his little girl, all the months of pent up tension and desire worth it for this one, perfect moment.

His head swam and he watched his cock drag a trail of cum from her pussy as he pulled it out of her. She sat up, turned around, and kissed him on the mouth, tenderly, almost as if it was an apology.

"Daddy, I've wanted that for so long."

He folded her into his arms, buried his face in her hair, pulled her body against his with love and tenderness.

"Me too baby" he whispered, finally accepting that his world had changed, and that she was now, in every sense of the word, truly his little girl.



Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough



Monica Witt couldn't believe that she was about to come—and that her dreams were about to come true.

It had been nearly 30 years since she had first fallen in love. She was just nine years old when her parents took her to see Michael Jackson in concert during the "Bad" tour in Brisbane. She thought Michael was the most gorgeous man who had ever lived, and thought about what it would be like to meet a man who moved like him, who sounded like him, who danced like him.

Michael inspired Monica to pursue a career in the entertainment industry; she couldn't sing, but she could act, and after graduating from the National Institute for Dramatic Art, she became an acclaimed television, film and theatre actress in Australia. She never had a chance to meet Michael in person before he died, and when the news broke that he had passed away, she was emotionally shattered, refusing to believe that his light had left the world.

Three years after Michael died, Monica moved to New York and landed several cable-TV guest roles, as well as a few supporting roles in independent films. One day, she was offered a major comedy role: as a talent judge in the film "The Voiceless," a parody of the "American Idol"/"America's Got Talent" reality-TV shows. Comedy wasn't really her thing—Monica imagined herself as the next Cate Blanchett, not the next Rebel Wilson—but the script was quite funny, and she knew she could play Alice Savage, the bitter, acerbic judge always ready to dismiss aspirants with the meanest of remarks.

One character in the script called for a Michael Jackson lookalike, and the producers found their man in Alex Hamilton, a young Julliard-trained actor from Brooklyn who had appeared in several musicals. When Monica and Alex first met, she could barely take her eyes off him. He looked so much like Michael—his voice was just as soft, his dance moves were just as fluid—that it almost seemed as though Michael had been reincarnated.

For all her professionalism, Monica had to force herself to deliver her cutting remarks to Alex, fearing that a screenwriter's words coming from her mouth could hurt Alex in real life. Monica always prided herself on staying in character during filming, but this time she could not; after every take, she would always walk over to Alex to see how he was doing, to apologize for being so cruel as part of her character, to always touch his hand or arm.

Monica didn't think much of on-set romances; she believed film sets were places to work, not dating services. Her devotion to her work didn't leave much time for romance. Yet she couldn't stop thinking about Alex, couldn't stop imagining what he looked like naked, couldn't stop dreaming about this young black man who looked so much like her childhood crush.

The day after filming ended, Monica invited Alex to her apartment for dinner. She didn't think of herself as the world's greatest cook, but she was more interested in the potential dessert menu...

Monica was pushing forty, but she knew she looked a lot better than some of her twenty-something and thirty-something female colleagues who constantly smoked, drank, tanned and otherwise failed to take care of themselves. She wore a tight black dress and tied her long, reddish-blonde hair into a ponytail. She looked at her very pale, lightly freckled skin in the mirror and imagined Alex's darker hands kissing and caressing her skin.

Alex rang her doorbell at around 6:30pm. When she opened the door, she almost fell over at how good he looked; he wore a crisp black suit, shining black shoes, a white shirt and a dark blue tie. Impulsively, she kissed him full on the lips, and smiled nervously. Oh shit, she thought to herself, I hope I didn't botch this.

"Oh, uh, hi," Alex responded. "Is that an Australian thing?"

"Uh, yeah, kinda," she replied.

As Monica turned around, Alex's eyes bulged at the sight of her gorgeous ass. He, too, couldn't help thinking of dessert...

-

"This was delicious, Monica," Alex said as he lifted his empty plate from the table and heading to the sink. "You're a great cook."

"Thank you," she replied, taking her own empty plate and bringing it to the sink.

Alex's hand briefly touched Monica's as they placed their plates under the faucet, and Monica immediately blushed.

"Wow," she stammered. "Your...your hands are so soft."

Alex smiled.

"Well, they could get a little harder."

They both laughed. Monica glanced at his pants. A huge bulge was visible; underneath those pants had to be something giant and gorgeous.

"Monica?"

"Yes."

"Have I ever told you that I think your accent is terrific? I could listen to you talk all day."

"Same here—you have a great voice as well."

"Thank you. I think it's a bit too soft, tough..."

"Oh no...it's just right."

"Really?"

"Yes."

Suddenly, Monica kissed him again, fueled by an erotic energy. She quickly unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor; she wasn't wearing a bra, only a pair of pink panties.

Alex stepped back to take in the view of her lovely pale glowing freckled skin, her beautiful breasts and bright pink nipples, her pierced navel, her slim hourglass figure. He began panting, wanting to burst right out of his clothing to fuck her.

"Oh my God, Monica," Alex muttered. "You're...you're so beautiful...you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen."

"Thank you."

Alex quickly removed his clothing and stood before Monica completely naked, his hard, curved, shiny black cock just inches away from her panty-covered pussy. He was in great shape, and Monica knew she couldn't wait a moment longer to fuck him.

They kissed again, and Monica took him by the arm and led him to her bedroom.

-

Alex made love to Monica the entire night; the middle-aged Australian lady couldn't believe this young black man's endurance. Alex only seemed to get more aroused as the hours passed; by the time he was done, he had kissed or licked every inch of her body.

His tongue was every bit as magnificent as his cock, and Monica came so many times from both that she almost became dizzy and disoriented. When she woke the next morning, it took quite the effort to make it to the kitchen for a glass of water.

When she returned, she smiled at the sight of this sexy, exhausted Michael Jackson lookalike snoring in her bed. Then, she noticed a folded piece of paper next to him. She reached for the paper and was stunned to discover that he had written her a short note after she had fallen asleep.

"Monica," Alex wrote, "I want to thank you so much. It was an honor and a privilege to make love to you. I will never forget this night and this moment. I just hope I have the chance to make love to you in Australia one day. After all, since you came over to this country to make love to me, it's only fair. ;)"

Monica smiled, and leaned over to kiss his cheek. She had fallen in love with this handsome young black man. As Michael himself once sang, she couldn't help it.