6 comments/ 68433 views/ 4 favorites Kendra By: hunterwren I got to the bar promptly at eight. I waited thirty minutes and was ready to leave when I saw this absolutely stunning woman walking towards me. She looked even better than the photo she'd posted with her profile. As she came closer I could see that she was even better looking; tall, with beautiful brown skin and long black hair tied back in a pony tail. She was wearing a very conservative business suit and stockings and heels. The bartender greeted her and she kissed the him on both cheeks. She seemed to know most of the people in the place. In her profile, she'd said that she was a mix of Indonesian and French and her exotic features seemed to combine the best of both cultures. When I first saw her photo I was overcome with lust. Now she was looking right at me. It was too much! She recognized me and smiled and offered her hand. I took it. We took a booth in the back of the bar and we ordered a bottle of wine. "You do drink wine, don't you?" she asked "Sure," I said. She smiled again and then reached over and brushed something off my sweater. "Just a hair... maybe mine," She said. I smiled, but I could barely make conversation. She was so beautiful. I was afraid that I was going to blow it. The wine came and I loosened up. We went over what we'd talked about when we'd exchanged email messages over the past few weeks. She was a lawyer, She had been living with a woman for a couple of years and then she abruptly moved out a couple of months ago. "What happened?" I asked. "Just a stupid fight. When she moved in she was practically a stranger, just friend of a friend. But then as the months went by we became good friends...and then lovers. But then things began to go badly. It just wasn't meant to work out. We were totally different people." "So it's totally over now?" I asked. "Totally," she said. "She even moved out to California." We talked about what we were looking for in a relationship. In both our profiles we had checked the box for "play." She wanted to know what I thought that meant. I told her that it meant that I wasn't shy about being with someone. That I wasn't against having fun. "So, you have a high sex drive?" she asked. I blushed. "Yes, I guess I do." "So do I," she said. "I love sex, sometimes women have a hard time keeping up with me." "Me too." "Sometimes I go back to men because I just want to get fucked." I went to put my glass on the table and nearly knocked over the bottle of wine. She caught the bottle and put it firmly in the center of the table. "It's okay!" she said. "We can always order another." "I'm usually not this spastic," I said. "It's cute. I like that." "I seem to be doing this all the time these days" She laughed and touched my arm. "You know, Jordan," she said. "When you responded to my message I was very excited. When I picked your ad I had no real expectations. You were my fantasy woman. You looked stunning in your photo, and you're even more beautiful in person." I blushed. "I couldn't believe that you responded to my ad," I said. "And when we started emailing each other I was really excited. I felt a real connection." "I know," I said. "I started fantasizing about what would happen when we met." "So did I," she said. She took my hand and we locked fingers. She looked around to see if anyone was looking and then she kissed me on the lips. "And that last email you sent. It was so flirty and sexy. I read it at work and I got so hot that I had to close to my office, turn out the lights and masturbate." We kissed again and she put her hand on my leg. "Let's go back to my place," she whispered. "It's just around the corner." Within seconds, it seemed we had practically ran out of the bar and up the stairs to her apartment. We fell on the couch, she took her jacket off and undid the top button of her blouse. I put my face between her breasts and she moaned. She stood up and pulled me with her and grabbed the back of my head. Our tongues met and we kissed violently for several minutes. Then we kicked off our shoes and fell back on the couch. She took my sweater off and kissed my chest. I pulled her face towards mine and we kissed as I took off her shirt and skirt, revealing a her black silk bra and panties and her large, but firm chest. Then she kissed my neck and glided her tongue down my chest and unbuckled my pants. Then she looked up and pulled the band out of her hair letting her beautiful hair fall to her shoulders. She was kneeling in front of me as pulled my pants and my panties off and then my shoes. Then she sucked my big toe. "You like?" she asked. I was moaning, trying to catch my breath. "Yes," I said. We kissed again and then began kissing the inside of my thighs, moving toward my pussy, which was throbbing as if it was about to burst. She kissed it. "You really don't know what you're in for, do you?" she said, her voice getting deep and slow. She kissed it again. "You have a beautiful pussy," she said. "What do you want me to do to it, Jordan?" "Lick it," I whispered. "Lick it." She moaned and put her tongue on the tip of my clit and then taking all of it in her mouth. "Mmmm," she said. "That feels so good," I said. Then she moaned and twirled her tongue around the tip and I gasped. She continued to do this as she held it, slowly sucking on it and then moving her tongue around my slit and moving down on it and then coming back up. Slowly her pace picked up while she put her other hand under my ass. The feeling was incredible She slowly began sticking her finger up my asshole. Then she looked up and smiled. Then she dove for my pussy, covering it with her lips and twirling her tongue around. Then she moved down on it. She began to suck it faster and faster. I moaned, my back arching. "I'm going to cum," I whispered. She moaned and went even faster. It felt incredible. A shock went up my body, my head began to burn and my legs began to feel numb and then I felt myself cumming. I buckled beneath her and I could feel her drinking my juices. I breathed in and fell upon the couch. She got up and straddled me, taking my face in her hands and kissing me, shoving her tongue in my mouth. Then she stopped and fell off me and sat beside me leaning against me. She was panting. "We're not done yet....you know that right?" she said. "I know," I said. "You're going to eat me until I come and then you're going to fuck me. I want to kiss that beautiful pussy with mine." I could barely speak . She kissed me again and then licked her lips. "You taste good," she said. I caught my breath just as she stood up and took my hand and pulled me up. She led me into the bedroom, which was large with a four poster bed with a king size mattress. She unhooked my bra and pulled me to the wall opposite the bed and leaned against it. She put my arms around me and pulled me toward her and practically swallowed my tongue. "Are you going to eat my pussy?" she said. "Yes," I said. I leaned in and kissed her putting my hands around her waist and grabbing her ass. She lifted her muscular legs up and wrapped them around me. "Mmmm," she said. We kissed again and then lowered her down. I put my hand inside the back of her panties and put my index finger up her slit. Then I pushed her against the wall and kneeled down and kissed her pussy through her panties. "That feels good, baby," she said. Her legs shivered as she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my hair. "That's feels good, kiss my pussy...kiss it." I put my mouth on her pussy, licking her soaked panties and she moaned louder. Then I pulled her panties and stockings down and she kicked them off. Then I kissed her perfectly trimmed mound and moved down to her pussy and covered her clit with my lips and sucked. She screamed. I licked her pussy and then put my tongue to her clit. "That feels so good," she said. "Lick my pussy, lick it, baby, lick it." I devoured it with my whole mouth and she screamed again and grabbed my hair. "Stop!" I looked up at her. "Stop for a minute." She pulled me up and pulled me toward her. "Let me taste," she said. We kissed and she licked my tongue and my lips. "Mmmm," she said. Then she licked her palm and pulled on it. I moved toward her. "Not yet," she said. "You're not finished with my pussy." She pulled her bra off and threw it to the ground and then she turned around putting her arms up and leaning against the wall, her legs spread. She turned around and looked at me like a wild animal, her brown eyes opened wide. I could see a slight tan line on her flawless brown skin, going across her back and ass. "Eat my pussy," she said. I kneed down and put my face in her ass. I licked her asshole and then the lips of her drenched pussy, sucking on them. She was moaning continuously now. I moved under her and sucked on her lips putting my tongue up her slit and then moving it to the space between her pussy and her asshole. She moved closer to the wall, her legs were shaking furiously now as if she was about to fall. Her breathing began to get louder. "More!" she said. I buried my face in her pussy and then stuck two fingers up her slit. She screamed again. "Keep going, keep going!" She began to move her ass and hips in rhythm with my fingers as I continued to lick her. She gasped, she was on tip toes now. She moaned. "It's coming, it's coming, it's coming...." Then her back arched and she beat her hands against the wall and moaned. Her feet came down and she put her face to the wall. I stood up and put my arms around her waist and kissed her neck. We were both sweating profusely and I licked the salty sweat off her neck and shoulders. I turned her around and we kissed. Her breathing slowed down. She embraced me and we fell upon the bed and rested for a minute. She brushed her hand across my cheek and smiled. Then she took my fingers in her mouth and sucked them. Then she moved to the middle of the bed and lay down on her back, her round breasts flattening against her chest. Then she spread her long legs apart. I moved over to her and kneeled in front of her. She moved her long perfectly manicured fingers down to her mound and played with the hair and then she put two of her fingers inside her and moved them around. Then she bit her lower lip. I got on top of her and I put one leg between her legs, grinding my pussy into hers. I moved slowly, she grabbed my ass with both hands and we built up a rhythm. "Oh, yes," she said. "Fuck me, fuck me. You're good, you're so good." I moved a little faster and I could feel her cunt moving with mine, the hairs on her mound touching my pussy we moved together. "Faster," she said. "Faster?" I asked "A little faster." I kissed her again and then kissed her breasts, going from the left to the right, sucking on her rock hard nipples and then taking them in my mouth as far as they could go, licking around her nipples. Then I licked her chest and neck licking the sweat off. She put her hands back on my ass and pushed me into her. Her eyes bore into mine and she smiled, then she grabbed my ass even harder. I could feel myself getting ready to cum. I kissed her again. "Let's cum together," I said. "Wait, wait..." She breathed in and bared her teeth and then bit my neck. "Okay." I moved faster and she moved with me until I couldn't hold it anymore. She opened her mouth. "Ooooooh," she said. "Fuck me, fuck me." I let go and felt a shock go up my legs and back to my head. I arched my head back and felt her squirm under me, moaning. She lied back on the bed and lost control, screaming. And then it was over. She kissed me, touching my hair and face. I fell upon her and we wrapped our bodies around each other. She caught her breath. "So...," she said. "When can you move in?" Kendra and Cole I'll definitely be thrown back in the streets when my husband, Joe, discovers that I'm sleeping with his twenty-year-old son. I never meant for it to happen, it just happened, and even though we agreed to make it a once-off thing the first time Cole and I fucked, we're not getting enough of each other. Now we can't stop it, because we're enjoying it, and we can't help it. Cole is a spoiled brat and he doesn't want to get a job. He gets to stay back at home with me and the rest of the furniture, and we have sex three or four times a day. He takes me in the morning, the afternoon, and in the evening, just like someone on a prescription of pain pills. He's my sex tool now, and I use his cock in me, on me, or any other way I like, and there's nothing his father can do about it. Well, at least for now. Sometimes you just know when a man has an excruciating desire to unleash his mighty cock and plunge it inside of your pussy to give both of you a wonderful time. The reason could be the often sage and intuitive voice you hear in your head, telling you things whenever you perceive something not proven yet. I had a friend who always liked talking about the feeling she got, down in the pit of her stomach—the metaphorical gut feeling. Sometimes it could just be pure logic and common sense. In my and Cole's case, it couldn't be one of the above. It was all the above. He was an undeniably horny young man. His constant and ravening stares at my body, particularly my big ass and tits, made his secret desires clear. When he didn't do that, I always got the vibe that he could fuck me if the opportunity were to present itself. He needed to fuck me, but despite his desperate need for that, which I could bet that it frequently made him stroke his cock while having fantasises of us fucking, he just was too timid to ever have the balls to make the first move and initiate a sexual relationship between us. So during my days of tolerable sexual frustrations, when fucking any other man, especially my husband's own son, wasn't, and couldn't even be in the realm of possibility, Cole did nothing, but pine to have his cock all up inside of me, probably not as often as I ended up making him do, but who knows? Perhaps it was far much more than that. When the situation changed on the day my sex deprivation finally became intolerable and made me feel like I was possibly going to die if I wasn't going to have sex within the hour, Cole's availability, my knowledge of his secret crush on me, and my decision to cheat with someone who just wanted to fuck me and nothing else, made him an obvious choice. He was the best candidate for the job. I just missed having a cock stuffed up inside of my pussy and rubbing against its walls, making them wet while relieving the tingles I frequently felt on them because of my uneventful sex life. There really was no better choice, other than getting myself a cock which belonged to a young man who I certainly knew that he constantly dreamt of giving it to me. Considering that there surely were going to be more times I was going to need a cock when it was going to be just the two of us around, the fact that I assumed and believed that fucking Cole was just going to happen once, still remains a mystery, though. There actually were more reasons we weren't going to stop after just one encounter, and each one of them made my assumption that I was only going to fuck Cole once, more ridiculous. Anyway, that's neither here nor there. What only matters is we're fucking and it absolutely is swell while we are at it, and it all started with an unintended pensive gaze at Cole while he was cleaning the pool. I was relaxing on a sunlounger at the back of the house near the pool, catching some rays while reading a magazine. He showed up moments earlier to clean tree leaves out of the pool, and that was one chore he was always going to be happy to do at the house because he loved swimming and didn't mind the frequent work he put in to do that. As I kept gazing at him, I started getting mesmerised by how the muscles of his hands flexed while he was working something as simple as a net. He had such huge biceps and triceps. Even the muscles on his forearms were huge, too. I couldn't figure out if he was just ignoring me, or if his work was engaging enough to keep him from noticing that I was gazing at him, but as my eyes kept following him around as he made sure that he wasn't going to leave even a single leaf floating inside the pool, he never returned my gaze, or showed any sign he knew that my eyes were on him—intently looking at his flexing and pussy-wetting muscles. Within a second after I felt blood rushing down to my crotch, my clit and my labia were getting engorged. It kept getting worse, and as my clit kept getting swollen, I felt my juices start to trickle down my canal, making each nerve inside of my pussy alive as I increasingly got wet. After my clit got fully swollen, it started feeling pleasantly warm between my thighs, and for a moment, I put my right hand between them to touch myself on the lips of my already sopping wet pussy. I was sitting with my legs towards Cole. We currently were facing the same direction. His back was to me, so what my hand did to my pussy was something he didn't, and essentially couldn't notice, but still I concealed my hand with the magazine I was reading. If he were to suddenly turn around and look at my crotch, all he was going to notice was a magazine covering a hand. I was certain that he wasn't going to realise that the hand was feeling up my tickling and engorged pussy. Slightly rubbing two fingers in a circular motion, I began pleasuring myself a few moments later, and silent moans began escaping my mouth. I was still facing his back, often stealing glances at his flexing muscles, and it didn't take much time to figure out that if I were to continue doing what I was doing to my inflamed pussy, an orgasm was surely going to hit me and make me do something that was going to expose the depraved actions I was currently engrossed with. After feeling like I had to stop, my burning pussy refused to let me do that. It needed me to keep touching it. It needed me to splay my thighs wider to allow my hand more room to rub my finger on it. Within a moment, I found myself doing that, spreading fingers wide to make them rub a greater part of my swollen cunt lips, and with my thumb, I put intense pressure on my clit until I couldn't take it anymore, starved of a moan. The side of our rectangular pool Cole was working on, was one of its longest sides, and without slowing down with the rubbing, I looked up to check his progress because I hadn't yet decided to make him notice what I was doing to my pussy because of his flexing muscles. He was about two thirds of the way across the side he was working on, and he still had his back to me, not paying attention to me, so I kept working a nice rhythm, rubbing my swollen cunt, opening my thighs some more with each rub. Before I knew it, I was starting to get carried away again. "Is everything okay?" Cole, the man with the flexing muscles I was thinking of in a trance I'd just started having with my eyes lightly shut, and whose cock I hadn't yet realised that my subconscious mind was increasingly making me pine for, suddenly asked that as if he knew what was going on. The magazine I was reading earlier, was still covering the hand that was rubbing my pussy through the fabric of my dress and panties, and since the first moment Cole showed up to clean the pool, that was the first time I got the acknowledgement that he was aware of the fact that I was a breathing human being sitting close by as he went about, doing his work. Thinking that he was going to keep ignoring me, and wasn't going to look back at me before he finished the side he was working on, made me close my eyes a few seconds before the moment he finally decided to turn his head. I thought I was going to have a minute or two before I had to worry about him suddenly looking at me. Although I got it wrong on that one, I didn't have to worry about him because I was certain that he wasn't going to make a fuss about it if he'd actually realised what was going on underneath the magazine that was covering my hand. I had to check if he really knew, though. "Yes, everything is okay," I replied with a calculated voice that didn't give away anything, and as I looked at his face to watch his reaction to my statement, he nodded convincingly. That made me realise that his question wasn't a result of him suddenly becoming aware of the possibility that I was on a mission to rub myself to a decent orgasm while he had his back to me. What I'd just figured out was followed by a feeling that something else, not even remotely related to what I was doing to myself, and which I didn't care to inquire before he looked ahead again to continue his work, had made him ask the question I replied a few seconds earlier. Half a minute later, he was still cleaning the same side of the pool he'd been on for the past few minutes. He was about to be done with that side when a sudden angry wind blew past the backyard, depositing more leaves everywhere he'd already worked on. I let out a little sound of sympathy as he despondently shook his head. That, and an equally sympathetic apology delivered with love and regret, eased his exasperation and the doleful look on his face as he moved back to the other end of the side he was on, to start over. I tried to imagine his disappointment as he began doing the work again, but that was suddenly disrupted by a voice in my head, which told me that the wind had just bought me a few minutes to continue rubbing my burning cooch as Cole worked with his back to me again, since he'd just started redoing the same side he'd been on for the past few minutes. Thrilled by my gain through his misfortune, I failed to resist the temptation, and if I wasn't wearing a dress that day, with the way I was sitting, still facing Cole's back with my crotch concealed enough, I knew at that moment I would've found a way to surreptitiously slide my hand inside my creamed thong, and spread out my inflamed labia before fucking a finger or two inside me to see if that could help me get a quick orgasm. Sliding my hand inside my thong to finger fuck myself wasn't going to happen since I was wearing a dress. The closest I could get to doing something like that was to push aside my thong through my thin dress. That was easily possible. In a stealthy way, too, and in a flash, I pulled up a few inches of my dress and bundled it on my crotch to avoid making it too obvious. After that I pulled aside the crotch of my thong, and in a split-second, the thin fabric of my dress separating my fingers from my wet pussy, got drenched with my juices. And as it got stuck to my pussy after getting wet, it became less effective with making me feel like I was rubbing my cunt through my dress. It started feeling like I was doing it directly on the flamed pink flesh of my outer labia, and with a slightly forceful push of my middle finger, I managed to inch inside of my pussy. That felt delicious, and before I started inch-fucking myself, I told myself that I had to keep looking at Cole to avoid being caught unaware again. Then off I went again on my mission to rub and excite myself some more while Cole had his back to me. My juices kept soaking my dress some more, and more, as I alternated inch-fucking my finger into me, and rubbing the rest of the pussy, including my clit. As I continued playing with myself, the sensation I was feeling on the walls of my pussy kept escalating, and I also began feeling like pinching my tickling nipples. "Mm," I found myself moaning that when my rock-hard nipples started tingling in unison with the walls of my pussy. It was louder than all the other silent moans I'd made before, but Cole didn't hear anything. If he did, he was the only man I knew who could resist making any form of reaction to that because my eyes were on him the entire time he was supposed to, at least, flinch to the moan I'd just made. Since I still hadn't decided to make Cole and I actively share the wonderful experience I was having while watching his flexing muscles, I decided to tone things down after I moaned, and that time my burning pussy couldn't stop me from doing what I felt I needed to do. Cole still had about a minute before switching sides and making it impossible for me to keep him in the dark while I rubbed my pussy with him only a few yards away. As I pondered what my decision to dial it down exactly meant, between completely giving up being naughty while I still had about a minute to continue with Cole's back to me, or being less aggressive with it until I couldn't do it anymore the moment Cole was going to switch sides and not have his back to me, something I hadn't consciously thought about since the moment I became aroused, suddenly hit me. Cole had a real cock. A young man's cock which was able to stay erect until it shot out sperm, and it definitely was able to stay hard a couple more times after that. As my mind laid it all out for me to understand, I suddenly realised that to quell the fire that was burning the walls of my pussy, I could take care of that with something better than my fingers. I already wasn't fancying the idea of putting up with a vibrator stuffed in a drawer somewhere back in the house. I needed to be penetrated by a real shaft, made of human flesh and muscle. I needed to be fucked real hard and nasty, and get off from that. What had just happened brought up a new target to pleasure my wet pussy with, and since I was already staring at a young virile male who I was confident had a really long and thick cock, just like something I'd just started pining for, I didn't have to search far. Knowing that he couldn't do it himself, and that I had to do that for him, I decided to seduce Cole and fuck him. Nothing more than a simple seduction trick was all I needed, and I knew he was going to react to my moves just like I wanted. There were no confidence issues there. I perfectly trusted the skills that I had. They were always successful with making every man that I ever used them on to insanely ache for my pussy, and for Cole, one of the best tricks was coming his way. Since I was wearing a thong, it was going to be a walk in the park. Joe was out of the country on business as usual, and it was just me and Cole alone at home, as was always the case whenever Joe was away. So we were perfectly safe from being caught, but that already didn't matter because I didn't need that to get the confidence to seduce and fuck Cole. Even if Joe was around, I was sure everything still would've happened like I'd just decided. "Cole, honey, would you stop what you are doing and come here for a sec?" I requested with unnecessary irresistible charm, and he immediately came to me as I got up from the sunlounger, ignorant of the fact that my arousal rendered my legs too weak to carry the weight of my body. I almost tumbled down on my ass, but the situation quickly got manageable before I dropped down, and I didn't have to sit back down afterwards. Gazing at me with bright and eager eyes, which were half impatient to hear what I wanted from him, Cole got the rest of the details, and I knew he was going to easily submit to my forthcoming request. "There is something really important that I want to ask you to do for me, and don't freak out, okay?" "Okay, what is it?" "Let's call it a little game, which nobody else ever has to know about, besides us. I stood up so that you can sit, because it kinda is one of those things that require a person to get details while they are firmly seated on their ass. Okay, I shouldn't start joking around because I have to make sure you understand that we are only going to play this little game just once, today, do you understand that?" "Yeah, what's the name of the game?" he asked after he was settled where I was seated before, and I was already impatient to get to the next part of my seduction plan. "I know I promised more details after you are firmly settled on your ass, but I think the name of the game doesn't really matter, and to avoid a potential awkward situation between us in the aftermath, if things get to turn out that way, I want you to promise that you will pretend that what's about to happen didn't happen. Can you do that for me, honey?" "Yeah, I can do that." Things were going exactly as I planned, and I couldn't be happier about that. Considering that Cole was a smart young man, I was certain of the fact that despite my unnecessarily vague statements, he'd already put two and two together and was aware of what was going to end up happening between us. The look that was suddenly on his face sold him out. "Awesome, I'm going to sit on your lap now, and don't worry, the cheeks might be big, but they're soft as feathers." For half my life, my family made fun of me because I was the one with the biggest ass between my mother and two sisters. Always disclosing the harmless nature of my huge ass cheeks to any and every one I sat on, was now a natural habit. "I think I'll manage," Cole replied as I settled on him, feeling grateful that most of my panties were thongs. I love the way a thong makes my ass feel free, and since it so happened that the dress I was wearing that day was made of thin fabric, I knew that once I got Cole's cock hard, I was going to feel contact more than the average dressed person could. "If you sit like that you'll give me a cramp. Why not try to move up a little?" Cole said a moment after I sat on his lap, and I grabbed his thigh to move my ass up without losing balance. I slowly slid up his thighs after that, making my way towards his crotch. He gladly invited me to move up towards his baby-maker, and I didn't stop moving my ass until I felt the entire length of his cock trapped underneath my ass. We both made excited reactions to that as I started grinding on his dick slowly, making it start pulsing to life. Gradually, I felt its hardness increasing as my pussy began to throb insanely again, and once he was hard enough for the wicked trick I had in my mind before I sat on him, I lifted my ass up a little to fit my hand under there. With a slight hint of a teasing touch, I clutched his dick and moved it to make a larger length lie across his thigh, and the way he held his breath for a moment proved that he found what I'd just done really arousing. When I glanced back at him, I got a visual confirmation when we locked eyes for a moment, exchanging lusty smiles. After breaking eye contact, I moved my hand along my buttcrack to wedge my dress between my ass cheeks, and once my dress got wedged in the crack of my ass, I slowly sat back on Cole's thigh, trapping a chunk of his cock between my cheeks as I settled down. I started clenching my butt muscles a moment later, making my ass cheeks hug his cock as I did that. He started using his left hand to rub and squeeze my left thigh and part of my left ass cheek as I kept clenching my cheeks on his dick. It kept getting harder until it couldn't fit in my buttcrack. Once that happened, it slid away and went under my ass again. There was no way I could make it fit back between my cheeks with the size it had grown now. The only thing I could do to keep him turned on was to roll it underneath my ass, so I started grinding my ass on it again, rolling it from side to side to keep it hard like I intended. It did stay hard. Actually, it swelled to its thickest size first before it stayed like that, and soon, I began getting carried away with rolling it underneath my ass. When I finally decided that it was time to move on, I stood up from his lap, gladly looking back at the humongous bulge on his crotch as I did that. He had a huge and noticeable cum stain right next to the huge tip of his cock. When I touched the spot where the head of his dick was on my ass during the time I was grinding on him, I found out it was wet, too. Following that, we looked at each other and flashed each other naughty grins. Kendra and Cole "That was one hell of a game," he said, still grinning. "Did you enjoy it?" "Yeah," he replied, looking like he wanted to do it some more. "You want some more of those butt hugs?" I asked and he looked at me with a 'hell yeah' face. I didn't need any more confirmation from him. "Is it going to be on your bed, or mine?" I teasingly asked right after that, and just before I started walking towards the door, leaving him seated and staring at my ass as I walked away to a location more private and suitable for what was coming next. "Wherever," he said, and his voice sounded evidently excited by the prospect of him getting more of what he'd just spent the past few minutes immeasurably enjoying. "Then come on in. We are going to my bedroom," I gestured him inside afterwards, and soon enough, he was going to realise that I didn't really mean it when I told him about doing more of what we'd just finished doing. When we got to my bedroom, I decided to start taking off my clothes right away. "Have you ever seen me naked, Cole?" I tauntingly asked when I clutched the hem of my dress, and I waited for his eyes to focus on me before I slowly pulled it up until I got it off through my head. "Not really, just in a bikini every time I see you swim," he replied after that as I kicked off my sandals, and I winced a little when my cute pedicured feet touched the cold tiles on my bedroom floor for the first time. "Oh, how did I not think of that? I know how much you enjoy seeing my cunt traced out on my bikini bottoms," I said with a flirty wink and he looked surprised when he found out that I knew the reason he liked watching me swim. "So you haven't actually seen me naked, but I'm sure you do have a picture of my puffy cunt in your brain. And these tits," I furtively said right before I unclasped my bra from behind. Before I let it fall off, I said, "I can count at least four times you've seen me topless." The bra smoothly slid off my arms right after that, letting my beautiful and fleshy tits come out in his view. He slacked his jaw a little, and as I brought up my arms to teasingly squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples, I squarely stared at him with my lust-filled eyes. "Do you wanna cop a feel before I slide off my thong to show you my wet pussy?" I tauntingly asked him as I squeezed my left tit and pinched on my right nipple. A moment later I was squeezing both tits, puckering the skin around my huge and dark areolas. "Come get a feel, here," I said, offering him both tits after I moved a few steps towards him to bring our bodies closer, and as he raised his hands to feel my boobs, I lowered mine to grab his tenting boner. We touched each other nearly at the same time, and when he groaned to the way I squeezed his rod, I moaned to the way he fondled me. His hands felt warmer than my tits, and as he began switching between fondling the fleshy part of my boobs and pinching my nipples, I closed my eyes, my right hand still tugging his tenting cock and I began moaning in rhythm with his touch as my pussy got wetter. We soon started rocking as we continued touching each other, and I added a few gasps in between my moans. "Suck me... Suck on this tit, here," I desperately panted a while later as I brought up my right hand to push my boob towards his mouth. He lowered his head to meet my right breast halfway, and with just one lick to my nipple, I was suddenly shuddering from a violent orgasm. "Oh God!" I screamed as I forcefully pushed his left hand into my panties because I wanted him to fuck his fingers into me as I came. He suddenly groaned after I put his hand inside my panties and I couldn't figure out why. I was actually too preoccupied with my orgasm to figure out why. When he closed his mouth around my right nipple to begin sucking on it while he fucked his left hand fingers into me, I began moaning. "Oh... Mm—oh," I switched making those sounds a few times over as I humped on Cole's fingers while I shuddered with a really amazing orgasm. It took me a good minute and a couple of seconds to calm down after the orgasm, and after that I took out his wet fingers from my panties before I pushed him away because I needed to take off my creamed thong. As I slid off the thong, and as my wet puffy cunt which was framed with an outline of nicely trimmed pubic fuzz came into his view, Cole stared at my crotch with wide eyes. His eyes got wider after I threw away the thong to remain butt naked, and he hadn't started taking off his clothes yet. I decided to help him with that if he was going to take too long to do it, so I walked towards him and kissed him on the lips as I unbuckled his belt. After a while he stopped kissing me and pulled his shirt off. I pushed his pants down with the boxers at the same time. He then stepped out of his pants, and before he could catch me to continue the kiss, I knelt in front of his raging hard cock which was arching up to the ceiling. "Forget the butt hugs. I'm gonna suck your cock," I said a second before I swallowed the whole of his length inside my mouth. With my left hand fingers sunk into his right butt cheek to pull his crotch towards my mouth some more, I started rocking my head back and forth, sucking off his manhood while my right hand cupped his balls. His hands then lightly touched and pulled on my head as he started groaning blissfully. After a few strokes of making him groan like that, I stopped for a moment and licked the entire length of his shaft while I looked up at him. "You like it?" I asked as I stroked him with my right hand and he replied with a quivering "Yeah." That motivated me to take him back inside my mouth and continue working my tongue on him, even though I was planning on spending more time stroking him. "Oh God," he groaned when I began swirling my tongue on his rod while it was in my mouth. Sometimes I swallowed him right up to my throat. It felt amazing when the tip of his cock nudged into the back of my mouth, and after experiencing that sensation a couple of times, I made him fuck my throat. "Fuck my throat," I desperately begged as I sunk my nails deeper into the flesh of his butt. He clenched his ass, and the moment his cock went back inside my mouth, he suddenly got wild. I couldn't come up with anything to explain what set him off. It must've been the way I desperately begged him to fuck my throat, or the way I had dug my nails into his ass. But either way, I was the one who got to enjoy that sudden wildness. An instant later, he grabbed the back of my head with both his hands, firmly, and then he started forcing his cock further back into my throat. A minute after he began fucking his thick cock into my throat like that, my eyes started watering as I began choking on it. He quickly slipped it out of my mouth just as that happened, and I coughed some saliva on it before I slurped it off and forced him back inside my mouth again. I then sucked him some more until he started slowing down the thrusts he was forcing into my mouth. "I'm coming," he groaned and I began sucking him faster, releasing muffled moans of pleasure as I did that. I kept up my fast speed until he started shooting his spunk inside my mouth. His cum tasted sweet and I swallowed it all until the last drop of it. As if my pussy was timed to remind me of its existence the moment I was going to make Cole finish his first orgasm, it started aching badly for some attention right after I slipped Cole's dick out of my mouth. I thought of making him eat it while we waited for another boner from him, but his cock didn't go soft after his orgasm. So there was no point in making him eat my cunt. It was finally time for us to fuck, and without wasting time, I went on all fours on the bed and he followed up behind me. "Enter me," I panted when he kept standing behind me, and that was a bit funny because I was already panting before he even had the tip of his cock inside of me. A moment later he brushed the head of his cock along my slit, making me wiggle my ass with impatience to feel him start pushing his veiny monster inside my wet orifice. When he spent a while just sliding his cock up and down my slit to tease me, I decided that it was enough. I couldn't let him keep me anticipating the moment he was going to start giving it to me. The next moment I felt the tip of his cock in the right position on my pussy lips to slide into me, I suddenly bucked up against him, and half of his fat cock sunk inside of me. "Gotcha," I triumphantly giggled, and when he pushed in the rest of his length, I yelped with pain as he did it with considerable force. "Yes... Fuck me now," I moaned just after that and he started working up a rather slow pace on me when I wanted him to ram my pussy like he was possessed. "Ram that thing inside my pussy like a man, Cole," I taunted him and his speed went up a little after a few thrusts. "Faster, Cole... Slam the shit out of me!" I screamed at him again and he started doing me like I wanted. "Oh fuck... oh fuck... oh fuck," Cole groaned that as he kept fucking me silly, and I had my toes curled and two fistfuls of bedcovers in my hands. "Yeah... Fuck me. Oh yeah... Fuck me," I began moaning in reply as Cole kept groaning the same words, and when I felt my orgasm coming, I began bucking against his thrusts wildly, making his cock sink deeper into me and hit the closest it could to my womb. "God, oh yes! I'm coming... I'm coming. I'm coming. Baby, I'm coming, Oh, I'm coming." Those were the last words I moaned, and soon my pussy started milking and clenching his dick as another rapturous orgasm hit me. He kept going at me, and I started rubbing my clit frenziedly to make the orgasm better. It didn't take me long to have another one, and after I finished shuddering, he followed. He groaned as he came, and after his orgasm, he slipped out of me and I slowly lowered my body down to lie flat with my stomach against the mattress. For a moment, he kept standing in the same position I left him, but when he eventually fell down beside me, I moved my sweating face closer to his, stroking his cheeks smoothly as I kept getting closer. When our lips touched, I started kissing him. I soon felt his tongue on my teeth, trying to part a way into my mouth. When I released my lips to let his tongue in, mine was waiting just behind my teeth to start tangling with his, and kissing with tongue while his fingers fucked my pussy, was what we spent the next few minutes doing. When I started touching him to get him aroused like he was doing to me, I failed to get more than a muffled groan out of him. Eventually, I stopped trying, even though I was ready for another round of sex. "I'm going to give you five minutes to rest," I said to him after the kiss and he looked down at his wilted penis. "It's gonna take more time," he said. "What!" I exclaimed. The five minutes I'd given him were actually too much. "I masturbated twice in the morning, so it'll take some time for it to come up this time," he explained honestly. "Why did you have to masturbate on a day I needed your cock? You shouldn't have done that." I knew my statement was ridiculous, and I was just messing with him, but he took me seriously, and I realised that when he heaved a sigh before he looked at me with a baffled face. "I didn't know we were going to—" "It's okay," I said, cutting him off mid-sentence because I'd just remembered that I came across my old strap-on dick earlier that week. "Stay there, I'm going to get my dick and I'm coming back to fuck your ass." He looked confused when I said that and I just laughed as I kept walking to my closet. The strap-on was something I bought when I was still in college, and I had only used it on a couple of sorority girls. So entering a man's backdoor was something it had never done before, and Cole's ass was going to be its first victim. That made him seem a little special, and as I fetched it from a hidden suitcase which was in my closet, I silently laughed to that. After strapping it on and lubricating it to save my husband's son from a torn ass, I started feeling like a man. Thinking about how I was going to bugger Cole's young ass so bad, made me laugh silently again. He was going to have trouble walking afterwards, and as I walked back to the bed smiling wickedly at him, he brought up his head with an amused smile on his face. "The dick looks perfect on you, you should've been a man," he joked. "Giddy up and show your ass to me," I commanded and he knelt on the floor with his hands and head on the bed. "Have you ever had a dick up in your ass before?" I asked with an intimidating voice. "Nope," he confidently answered and I stopped to rub my palms together, feeling all macho. "Well, I'm glad to be the one taking your anal virginity, son," I imitated a deep male voice and he wiggled his ass in anticipation. An instant later, I stepped closer to his ass, impatiently rushing to get my fake cock inside of him to brutally pump it. But I suddenly stopped when I was about to enter because it started feeling like I was about to do a historic act. I'm not a bad-ass feminist, but when a straight girl fucks a guy, that's the kind of shit that should be written in history books because that moment I felt like I was standing on top of the world and screaming 'WE DID IT' to all the women who fight male oppression. I felt like I was every girl's hero. I mean, think about all those women who only get to have sex lying on their backs, or the side, because their men can't let them try other sex positions. I was doing it for them, planning to slam the shit out of a man. "What are you waiting for? Just push it in already," Cole urged. "I need to make a speech first—" "What?" he exclaimed, chuckling. "This is a great moment..." I began with a speech tone and Cole laughed. "I'm gonna dedicate this fuck to all the women in the world!" I screamed and Cole's ass dropped to his heels as he laughed harder. I continued, "Thank God for the person who invented this strap-on dick because women are fucking men now—today!" I finished my speech and gave Cole a moment to recover from his laughter. "Now lift up your ass, Cole," I instructed him. "I'm coming in." With that, I placed the lubricated tip of the fake cock on his puckered anus and he squirmed a little. In a second, I started pushing in and he whimpered as the dick got inside his ass, and although I wasn't feeling any sensation from pushing in that dick, the welfare of his rectum was in my hands. That, and his whimpering sounds, gave me the most accomplished feeling I'd ever felt in my life, and I paused for a moment, just to enjoy that feeling. "Here we go," I said right before I started slamming in and out of his ass furiously, and his whimpers turned to squeals. It felt great making a man squeal, and when I felt like I'd started working a nice pace on him, I slapped his ass. "Take that, bitch," I yelled in celebration and he was soon squealing some more because I hunched forward to reach for his shoulders, furiously pulling him back to meet me halfway. "My dick is getting hard," he said a moment later and I slowed down a bit. "What?" I asked afterwards because I thought I didn't get him right. "My dick is getting hard," he repeated. "The way you are fucking me is turning me on." Hearing those words coming from him felt really awesome, and to celebrate that, I decided to go hands-free on him. So I straightened up my upper body and continued fucking his ass without touching any part of him. Within a few moments, I was cupping my boobs, squeezing them, and pinching my nipples, too, as I began thrusting inside of him faster. "Oh God, you're killing me," he moaned and he didn't mean real pain. He was enjoying it. "Yes—die," I sneered at him as I went in hard again and he grappled the covers and curled his fingers into fists. I got delirious. "Yeah, I'm fucking you, Cole, you better hold on to those covers because I won't go easy on this ass," I yelled and the way he was breathing suddenly changed and he gripped harder on the covers. They moved down the bed. "I'm coming," he groaned as he released the covers from the grip of his right hand and he reached for his cock to jerk himself. I couldn't let him waste his sweet-tasting sperm on the covers. In a flash, I slipped out of him and tossed him around on his back, then I swallowed his erect shaft into my mouth. He started coming right after that, and just like what I did when I gave him a blowjob earlier, I gulped down all his cum. We collapsed on our backs afterwards, his dick limp again, and my strap-on pointing up straight as I thought about how things went so far to end up where I currently was. When I married Joe, my mind was on his money. Some people call it gold-digging, but my mom swore to go to her grave disagreeing. She taught me that dating rich men for their money was called ambition. So I got full-on ambitious when I met Joe, and I didn't have any time to think about my other womanly needs. I was too swamped with the overseas shopping sprees, the vacations, the parties, and every other spoil that went with being a millionaire's girlfriend—you know, the kind of life every sane girl dreams of. I did the see the so-called tell-tale signs, though, but the diamonds quickly dazzled me and I became blind to his impotence. We dated for eight months, but the number of fingers I have in my left hand is five times greater than the amount of times he managed to orgasm when we had sex. The sex, well—it completely stopped four months after we started dating, and after that it was just more trips, credit cards, more shoes and designer clothes, and many other things. The list of all the spoils was so long, I didn't think that I could finish it, but the bottom line was that I couldn't really say I didn't know the kind of bed I was getting into. I completely knew what I was doing when I walked down the aisle, but I was wrong to assume that diamonds and designer clothes were going to keep me blissful since Joe was a spent force between the sheets. The whole 'diamonds and luxuries will replace my sexual needs' assumption wasn't my own idea, though. It came from my grandmother, when she and my mother were both teaching me the benefits of being with a rich man. One thing I learnt from that was to stop taking sexual advice from someone light years past their menopause. Those people have forgotten what orgasms used to be like. Being still young and vibrant, I understood that getting overwhelmed by a need to get shagged was only natural, unlike them. To them, good sex is a fond memory. It's like the way you remember that you were once a little kid. Everybody knows they used to be little kids, but it's difficult to remember how it felt when you were five-years-old. You get what I'm saying? When Joe made it clear that sex was a trivial thing to him, I couldn't walk away because of all the money and the security of knowing that I didn't have to worry about anything else in life—except for sex. It was worth the sacrifice, and the first year I had it covered with my assortment of designer toys, but as I turned my head to the side, I told myself that evidently, I eventually got bored with the buzzing of the toys and started missing the real thing. "I just fucked a man to an orgasm," I triumphantly said after I caught my breath, and with his head turned to face me, Cole gave me a smile. "Yeah, you just did," he admitted without shame and we started laughing. Kendra & Iris Pt. 01 The door to the library swings open slowly and quietly. A figure stands there, framed in the light from the hallway; a tall, solid figure. His face is hidden in shadow, making his expression unreadable, but the clenching of his fists suggests he is less than happy as he takes in the scene before him. His library. His sanctuary. The one place where his need for order is always maintained to perfection. Everything in its place. Everything neat. Tonight however, things are not as they are supposed to be. Books lie strewn on the floor and randomly opened on the tables. One of the lamps is on the floor, casting a circle of light on the carpet between the two young ladies sprawled there, illuminating the book they are apparently reading together. Two young ladies, both aged in their early to mid 20s, both in pyjamas, bare footed with long hair hanging loose over their shoulders; huddled over a large book, both giggling mischievously. The one on the left is wearing purple, her hair brown with the faded remnants of a purple die. The other is dressed in green, her hair as dark as the midnight sky visible through the undraped windows. They have their backs to the door so they don't hear him as he steps into the room on the soft carpet. Only when he pushes the door closed - more firmly than was necessary - with a dull thump do their heads turn. "Daddy...?" the purple clad girl on the left stutters. "You... Em... You're home early." The two girls look at each other nervously; both bite their bottom lips and glance around the room. They both giggle. "Yes," the man quietly replies as he walks slowly into the room. "I got finished earlier than planned." He stops half way between the door and the young ladies on the floor. His face is now visible in the lamp light. As always, he looks calm, does not betray any emotions. His initial shock and brief anger has been suppressed; his self-control is back in place for what is inevitably approaching. What he must do now is not anger. It is simply discipline. His eyes sweep round the library again. His sanctuary. His place of calm and harmony. "Daddy?" the girl in purple says again. She is unsure, nervous. The two of them look at each other again. This time there are no giggles. The one in purple knows he isn't happy. The other sense from her friend that trouble is approaching. "Daddy, I'm sorry... We were just-" Whatever excuse she was going to offer is cut off by his raised hand. A simple gesture, but to her it speaks loudly and tells her he isn't interested. He doesn't care to hear her excuse. She bites her lip and lowers her eyes. Her friend in the green pyjamas looks to her then up to the man. He looks back down at her, smiling. He holds her gaze until she nervously lowers her eyes. "So," he says as he continues to walk slowly forward. "Seems like you girls have been having fun." "Yes daddy," she mutters quietly. "Fun is ok. Fun is good." He stops, standing over them. The girl in green looks up. "We were going to tidy it!" she states defiantly, obviously having been warned by her friend that he wouldn't approve of the library being in this state of disorder. He looks in her eyes. Smiles again. The smile is warm, friendly, calm. But his eyes reveal the true spark of anger still burning behind his composed exterior. "Kendra, stand up." The girl in purple rises slowly to her feet. She looks at him and smiles. "Daddy, I'm glad you're ho-" Again, he cuts her off with a raised hand. His hand then reaches out to her, under her chin, and lifts her face so he can look down into her eyes. "Fun I don't mind. You can have all the fun you want. But you have your own room to have fun in. You do not come in here and make a mess of my library." He doesn't raise his voice, doesn't shout. He doesn't have to. The tone he uses tells her all she needs to know about his displeasure. "But daddy, you're home early! We were going to have it tidy before you got here." He looks round the room at the books scattered everywhere. Looks back at her, raises and eyebrow. "You were going to put everything back correctly were you? You remember where everything is supposed to be?" She bites her lip as she glances round the room. "Em..." "Yeah, that's what I thought." He looks down at the other girl, still on the floor, looking up, her eyes flicking between the two of them, an unsure expression on her face. "Iris," he says quietly. "You get up too." The girl in the green pyjamas comes to her feet, stands beside her friend. They are both small, and he towers over them. Iris is a few inches taller than Kendra. They both have pale skin and bright eyes. Both beautiful young ladies. "What about you Iris, do you know where everything goes? Could you return this room to the way it was before you came in?" The dark haired girl looks around. Smiles cheekily. "Maybe. Does it really matter exactly where they all go?" He growls. A low rumble in the depths of his throat. "Both of you. Go stand in the corner." He points to a corner that is empty of furniture. "Daddy, can't we go to bed?" Kendra asks sheepishly. "NO!" This time he does shout. The girls flinch. He doesn't normally shout. They are both taken by surprise. "Stand in the corner," he hisses. "Face the wall and do not turn round until I am ready to deal with you. Do not say a single fucking word. Do not make a sound." When the girls do not move immediately, he lunges forward, one hand swinging up and grabbing Kendra by the back of her neck. He shoves her towards the corner, causing her to whimper. She stumbles, almost trips over her own feet, but keeps her balance and continues towards the corner. He looks at Iris. She looks back, defiant. Standing her ground. Her eyes challenge him. maybe she believes he won't manhandle her the way he did Kendra. Maybe she is asking him to do so. Regardless, the outcome is the same. He growls again, louder. He grins as his hand leaps out again, grabbing her by the back of her neck in the same way. He hurls her after Kendra, and they both stumble into the corner. They look back at him once, see the angry glare in his eyes, then both turn towards the wall. They stand there. Waiting. He sets about tidying and reorganising the room: replacing the lamp on the desk, straightening the chairs, returning the scattered books to their rightful places. He is always meticulous about this room. But he deliberately takes his time tonight. He makes them wait, gives them time to think and wonder. Rather than simply tidying, he takes time to browse some of the books, stands there in his library reading random passages and chapters. Occasionally he looks up at the young ladies in the corner, making sure they are standing still, facing the wall, not talking. He smiles when he looks at them. He licks his lips as his gaze moves over their forms from behind. He smiles as he anticipates the punishment he will soon be enacting on them. Eventually the library is restored to order. He stands in the middle of the room for another minute, letting his gaze wander round the room, giving one last check that everything is in order. Then he looks over at the two girls in pyjamas in the corner. On the left, Kendra: his girl. The young lady he owns, possesses, and who calls him her Daddy. She is his world, she is more precious to him than anything. He protects her and cares for her, and would do anything for her. But she also needs discipline to keep her in line, to keep her from descending into the chaos her life would be without him. And as much as he cares for her, he never shirks from administering that discipline. His eyes wander over her. She is short, only a couple of inches over five foot, and beautifully formed. Curves in all the right places. The most wonderful ass he has ever seen. He licks his lips and growls lustily as he looks her over. To Kendra's right stands Iris. Iris is slightly taller, and no less beautiful. Equally shapely, with just as fine an ass. She is not his however. She is Kenrda's best friend; so close are they that the call each other sisters. As beautiful and desirable as Iris is, and as frequent as her presence in his life is, he has never touched her, and never administered discipline to her beyond a guiding word. Tonight though, that is going to change. Tonight, they have gone too far. He Slowly walks up behind them. He sees both girl tense as he approaches. They keep their eyes on the wall in front of them. He comes up behind Kendra, stops close to her. "You've been a very naughty girl," he says, barely loud enough to be heard. "Lean forward and put your hands on the wall." She complies quietly, and assumes the position she surely knows serves one purpose only. She raises her hands to the wall, leaning forward slightly, causing her ass to protrude. Carefully, slowly, he slides his fingers into the waist of her pyjama bottoms, and pushes them down, pulling the material over the swell of her ass. When the beautiful pale flesh is revealed he smiles, and chuckles softly. He pushes the pyjamas down, letting them fall to her ankles. Kendra gasps quietly, knowing what is coming. He gently strokes the tips of his fingers over her exposed flesh, drawing a whimper from her. He looks over at Iris, smiling. She is looking at them, looking at Kendra's position against the wall, the pyjama bottoms at her ankles, at him standing behind her poised to administer a well deserved spanking. He looks in Iris's eyes. "Don't think you're getting off girl. You've been just as naughty. If anything, she is naughtier when you're here to encourage her." He steps away from Kendra, moves behind Iris. "Put your hands on the wall," he commands, in a tone that leaves no room for argument. She hesitates, looks at Kendra, looks over her shoulder at him. She considers for a few seconds while he waits patiently, then leans forward, raising her hands to the wall also. The way they stand, Kendra's right hand and Iris's left are touching. Their fingers interlock. He puts his hands on Iris's hips, pushes her pyjama bottoms down while running his palms over the curve of her hips. This is the first time he's touched her in any way beyond friendly hugs and cuddles. He takes his time and savours the moment. When her pyjama bottoms clear her ass and fall to the floor he chuckles happily. He takes a step back, so he can clearly see both girls. Both with bare asses, both leaning forward. Both ready to receive the spanking they deserve. He steps back over behind Kendra, reaches out one hand and lightly strokes her ass. His fingertips glide over her pale smooth skin, following her contours. He growls in approval. She whimpers in anticipation; a blend of fear and excitement. She knows what's coming. But he makes her wait a little longer. He steps back to Iris. He is intimately familiar with Kendra, and everything about her body. But he has never touched Iris in that way. He looks down at her bare flesh. Skin even paler than Kendra, her ass just as well formed and inviting. Just as in need of being spanked. He hesitates for a second, unsure if this is the right thing to do. There is a line about to be crossed. Doing this will change the nature of the relationships between himself, Kendra and Iris. He strokes his fingers lightly over Iris's ass. He's never touched her like this, so he pays attention to where his fingers travel. He explores her ass, running his fingers up and down and side to side, familiarising himself with her size, her shape. She whimpers and moans. She pushes her ass out farther, raises and lowers herself on her toes, trying to press back into his hands and coax greater sensation from his light touch. He spreads his fingers wide, curls them as he squeezes her softness, testing the firmness of her flesh. She moans in response, almost says something but loses articulation in a moment of pleasure and want. He steps away from Iris again, back to Kendra, sliding his fingertips over Iris's ass as he moves away, chuckling softly. "You know something," he says. "I was just thinking..." He stands there, smiling, licking his lips. Both girls turn their heads to look at him. He looks at Kendra then Iris, making eye contact with both of them. Their eyes are wide, wondering and needy. "I was thinking that you two both like getting your asses spanked, so it's not really a punishment, is it?" He chuckles as they both whimper in protest. "Please, Daddy... Please," Kendra whispers, swaying her ass from side to side. "Yes," Iris agrees. "Please." She too sways her ass. He considers for a moment, smiling at the two girls. "Well... Maybe I'll just have some fun for now. It has been a long day. I can punish you properly in the morning." Without any further warning or sign, he lifts one hand and swings it quickly. His palm strikes Kendra's ass cheek with a loud slap, causing her to yelp in surprise, pain and pleasure. Almost before she can recover he swings his hand in the opposite direction, delivering a backhanded slap on the other cheek. "Daddy!" She screams, in that beautiful, magical tone; that unique blend of shock, pain and arousal that you only get when administering pain to a masochist. He slaps her again, twice, once with his palm and once backhanded, once on either cheek, each strike drawing a yelp and a whimper from her. Again. Once in either direction; slap, slap. She whimpers and moans. Her ass sways, torn between retreating from the abuse and looking for more. He looks over at Iris. She is watching closely. Her eyes are wide as her gaze flicks between Kendra's face, his face, and her swaying ass where his blows are directed. Iris licks her lips. She looks at him, pleadingly. "Please Sir." Her voice is a barely audible whisper. "Please. Me too." She sways her ass invitingly. He strikes Kendra again, and again. The sound she makes with each blow is changing, no longer shocked or surprised, drifting from pain to outright pleasure. He has never fully understood how pain can give someone pleasure. All he knows is that it does, and he adores the effect it has on his girl. He looks at Iris, smiles. It's time to find out of this other girl is affected the same way when her ass gets abused. He strokes his fingers lightly over Kendra's ass, where the skin is developing a rosy tint on each cheek, as he steps over to Iris. He looks back at Kendra as he arrives behind Iris. She is watching him with eyes full of need and anticipation. She smiles, watching him as he raises his hand over Iris's ass. Slap, his hand connects with Iris's flesh; slap, back again the same way he had slapped Kendra. She moans in pleasure. She has been made to wait, to watch Kendra get treatment first. She was ready for it, almost desperate for it, and therefore not surprised by the impact. Slap, slap, he swings his hand back and forth, striking harder after seeing how easily she took the first blows. She flinches this time, not having expected him to strike her so forcefully. But the flinch is accompanied by a moan of pleasure. He knows very well how Kendra's masochism works, how she gets aroused by having her ass spanked. Listening to the sounds she is making and the way her ass is swaying, it seems that Iris is the same. He smiles, and continues to swing his hand back and forth, slap, slap, on either side of Iris's thrust out ass. He is a creature of routine, regularity and consistency, so he slaps Iris's ass the same number of times he had done Kendra's. He then moves back to Kendra. She has been watching him as he struck Iris, her eyes misted with pleasure and need. As he takes his place behind her once more she turns towards the wall again, ready to accept the next series of slaps on her ass. It's Iris's turn to watch, to appreciate the spectacle of her friend getting her ass spanked, to watch with hungry eyes and wait patiently for her own next turn. He spends the next half hour administering a spanking to both girls. He moves regularly between them, giving equal time and treatment to each. His big powerful hands are thick skinned and easily up to the task without causing himself any significant discomfort. He uses his palm and the back of his hand, he uses both hands, he strikes them all over both cheeks, sometimes striking sideways sometimes downward. Both girls give satisfying yelps and moans. Both of them are breathing heavily, both of them trembling and unsteady on their feet. On the wall where their hands touch, their fingers are intertwined and they are gripping each other tightly. He smiles and nods in appreciation as he steps back following the latest round of slaps. Both beautiful asses have a suitable red tint. "Daddy..." Kendra pleads. "Daddy... Please... Can I touch my cunt?" "No you can't!" He hisses. Kendra's hand was already moving, sliding down the wall, but it shoots back up again at his words. "And you can't either Iris," he adds, noticing that she too was starting to lower one arm. She does not obey him as quickly, but she does raise her arm to the wall again accompanied by a whimper of protest. "So... Your cunt is wanting some attention is it?" he asks as he steps close to Kendra again. "Yes Daddy. Please." Her voice is quiet, barely more than a whisper. "Please..." Iris adds, her head turned to watch them. He places his hand on Kendra's red tinted ass, slides his fingers down and under, his digits reaching out to stroke over her moist slit. He grins when he feels how wet she is. He feels the cold metal of the small hoop that pierces her labia; he pinches it between two fingers and tugs it. She gasps at that contact, at the sensation of her piercing being manipulated. His fingers begin to probe farther into her. "Mmmmm you are wet," he says softly, nodding in approval. "Naughty girl." He thrusts two fingers deep into her, invading her cunt from behind, the thumb of that hand reaching up between her ass cheeks and rubbing over her other hole. She moans loudly, gyrates and pushes her hips, desperate to coax some sensation of movement from the fingers inside her. He moves his hand with her body though, keeping his fingers in her cunt, keeping his thumb over her ass-hole, but allowing no other stimulation. "What's wrong babygirl? You want Daddy to pleasure you?" "Yeeesssss Dadddyyyyy," she whimpers. "Pleeeeeease." He pulls his hand out of her and away. She whines in protest, but he moves away from her, towards Iris. He looks over at Kendra, whose head is turned towards him with eyes full of desperate need, as he arrives behind Iris. He smiles at her, blows her a kiss as his hand lands on Iris's ass. Iris moans softly. He reaches under her, the fingers that seconds before had been deep inside Kendra now sliding over Iris's sex. The wetness already coating his digits blends with Iris's own, allowing his slick fingers to glide easily over her lips as he explores her shape and form. He has never touched her here before, so he takes his time, carefully guiding his fingertips over her, familiarising himself with her. She pushes back against him, trying to get his fingers inside her the way they had been in Kendra. But he doesn't allow that. He moves his hand with her body, content to glide his touch over her outer areas. Iris whimpers, almost growls, in frustration, pushes back against his hand harder, trying to angle her body to work his fingers into her. But he keeps control, reaches farther under her to rub the tips of his longest fingers over her clit, prevents them from entering her. As he did with Kendra, he reaches his thumb up between her ass cheeks, rubs it over her ass. He doesn't know her, doesn't know if she likes being touched there the same way Kendra does, but she gives a satisfying mewl when his thumb presses over her most private hole. Kendra & Iris Pt. 01 He looks over at Kendra. She is watching him, her Daddy, touch another girl, touch her best friend, in such an intimate way. She is smiling, and her eyes radiate lust. He takes his hand away from Iris, smiling when she gives a soft disapproving cry and looks back over her shoulder. He takes a few steps back from them. "Stand up straight, turn round," he commands. Both girls obey, pushing themselves from the wall, turning to face him as they stand upright. They glance at each other, giggle and smile. The looks them up and down, licking his lips and smiling. Both girls are breathing heavily, both have flushed faces and glazed eyes. The pyjama tops of both girls show the protrusions of erect nipples. Looking them over he can feel the swell of his own arousal straining within the confines of his jeans. "Open your tops," he commands. Both girls reach up and start to unbutton their pyjama tops, sharing a glance at each other and another giggle. "No, no," he says with a soft laugh. "Open each others' tops. Iris gives a soft moan, as though the mere thought of undressing Kendra provides pleasure. Kendra bites her bottom lip. They turn towards each other, reach up and begin unbuttoning each others' tops. It is a clumsy process, with their hands and arms getting in the way of each other, but eventually both pyjama tops are open and the girls turn to face him again. "Take them off." Simultaneously the girls shrug their shoulders and their tops slide from their bodies, down their arms and fall to the floor behind them. The two girls stand naked before him, unashamed and proud. Their pert breasts ending in hard nipples, their vaginas obviously wet. Kendra's sex is shaved smooth, Iris's is neatly trimmed. They both look to him, waiting further instruction. He smiles. He walks towards them, strolls round them, looking them up and down, admiring their beautiful curves, their exposed flesh, their rosy red ass cheeks. He loves their naked female forms, the delicate shoulders, the frail necks, the soft flesh of their flanks, the small hands and feet. So delicate, so frail, so vulnerable. Such a sharp contrast to his bulk, his size, his strength. He stands close behind Kendra, the bulge in his jeans pressed against her. She turns her head as he leans over her shoulder, their mouths meet in a passionate kiss, tongues playing together. His hands land on her hips and slide slowly up and round her petite body, cupping her tits and squeezing them. He tweaks her nipples between his fingers, tugging and twisting them, causing her to gasp into his mouth. He breaks the kiss, looks in her eyes, gives her nipples another tweak before releasing them and sliding his hands back down to her hips. He turns to look at Iris. "Tell me, little one," he whispers in Kendra's ear, while his eyes are locked on Iris. The other girl stands motionless but for her heavy breathing, watching them. "Do you think I should send you both to bed right now?" "No!" Iris blurts out. He looks in her eyes, smiles at the defiance piercing through her own desire and need. He stands upright, removes his hands from Kendra and strolls slowly round to stand before Iris. He reaches up a hand, cups her chin, lifts her face and leans down until his lips touch hers. He kisses her softly, gently. "And why not?" he asks. "Because..." she starts, but falters, hesitates, looks at Kendra. He raises a brow inquiringly, waiting for an answer. "Because, Daddy," Kendra offers. "You have had a hard day and you should allow yourself the pleasure of fucking us both before bed time." He chuckles, glances over at his girl, before looking back down at Iris. "What about you? Do you think that's a good idea?" His hand still holds her chin, keeping her face turned up towards his. "Yes," she says, barely louder than a whisper. "Yes what?" "Yes, you should definitely fuck us both before bed time." He drops his hand, steps back away from them again. "But you've been naughty girls. Why should I allow you that pleasure?" "Daaaadddyyyy..." Kendra whines. "We're sorry, we'll be good girls!" He smiles, looks at Iris. "Yes," she agrees. "We will be good. It won't happen again. Promise." He stands still for a while, looking the girls up and down, his gaze flicking between them. He is either contemplating, deciding, or he is simply making them wait. "Come closer," he instructs. The girls look at each other briefly, unsure if they are getting sent to bed with no further pleasure. They take the few steps to him slowly, seductively. "Ok," he says quietly. "Here's the deal. You want to prove that you're good girls, you can start be getting down on your knees and showing me how sorry you are for making such a mess in here." With a giggle of pleasure, the girls lower to their knees in front of him. He yanks his belt buckle open, pushes the zipper down, lowers his jeans and boxers together, allowing his swollen manhood at last to pop out. The girls' eyes widen when his hard shaft appears inches from their faces, and again they glance at each other before proceeding. Kendra's hand rises first, wrapping her small fingers round her Daddy's shaft. She starts to slowly stroke it. At first Iris just watches, eyes following her friend's hand as it slides up and down the stiff cock in front of them. He stands still, moaning softly in pleasure at the contact. Kendra looks at Iris, raises her eyebrows in a question, motions for her to take a turn. Iris's hand comes up, wraps round his cock as Kendra's hand releases it. He gasps anew at the change in sensation, growls softly as he watches the girl stroke his cock. "Ok," he gasps through the moans of pleasure. "You don't have to go to bed just yet." Both girls smile and giggle. He reaches down with both of his hands, one landing on each girls' head. he slides his fingers into their hair, takes a grip of each of them. "Got you now," he chuckles. He pulls Kendra towards him, turning his hips, guiding his cock - with Iris's hand still wrapped round it - towards her mouth. "Open wide, little one." She looks up at him, smiles and moans as she opens her mouth. Iris laughs softly, and guides the head of his cock between Kendra's lips. Iris's hand stays on the base of his cock as Kendra sucks it expertly, keeping her lips tight around his girth, massaging the underside with her tongue. He keeps his hand in her hair, pushing and pulling her head, forcing her lips up and down his shaft while she sucks and licks it. Iris's hand slides up and down along with Kendra's mouth, the saliva left on his shaft lubricating it for her hand. He enjoys the sensation of Kendra's mouth and Iris's hand for a few minutes, before be pulls Kendra's head back and his hips away from her. As he pulls back, her tongue reaches out, striving to maintain contact with him. The quiet noise of disappointment she makes causes him to smile. He turns his body towards Iris, her hand still on his shaft, stroking it slowly. "You want a taste?" he asks quietly. She doesn't even answer; she simply leans forward and guides her lips over the head of his cock, sliding her mouth down to her hand and sucking as enthusiastically as Kendra had been moments before. Kendra smiles, licks her lips as she watches her friend pleasure her Daddy. He tightens his grip in Iris's hair, taking control of the movement of her head the way he had with Kendra. He pushes and pulls her back and forth, sliding her lips and tongue over the slick skin of his hard cock. He is careful to make sure he doesn't let Iris suck him for longer than Kendra had. He pulls himself from her mouth, backs off slightly. She too makes a satisfying whimper when he removes himself from her mouth. He tightens his grip in both girls' hair, pulls their heads close, turning their faces towards each other. He presses both their mouths to either side of his shaft, and gently rocks his hips back and forth. Their lips and tongues massage either side of his cock as he slides back and forth between them, accompanied by soft slurping noises and moans of pleasure. Saliva drips to the floor between them. "Oh fuck me, that feels so fucking good," he gasps through his pleasure. He holds their heads still, keeping their mouths just far enough apart so that his shaft can slide between them with just enough pressure on either side. Their tongues lick and slurp over his shaft as it glides between them. The two girls are looking into each others' eyes, both whimpering in pleasure. He feels himself getting close to climax, so he pulls out from between the girls' mouths, to prevent that from happening. He pushes them together, and the two girls meet in a passionate kiss, their tongues sliding over and round each other. He holds them there and watches them for a while, a smile on his face. When he tugs roughly on their hair to pull them apart, they both give that delicious whimper of complaint. Their tongues reach out, maintaining contact as long as possible, before parting with a slender bridge of saliva that drips eventually to both of their chins. He tilts their heads back, looks in their eyes one at a time. He smiles, delighted with the desire he sees there. "Maybe you girls should get off to bed now. And we can finish this in the morning." "Daddy... No..." Kendra whispers. "Please..." He raises an eyebrow and looks at her quizzically. "Please what baby?" "Please... Fuck me?" He chuckles. "Daddy... My cunt is aching. I need you." "But you've been a naughty girl. You've both been naughty girls." "You've already spanked us!" Iris speaks up defiantly. "We've been punished for that!" He looks at Iris, puts on a mock shocked expression, and chuckles softly. "Well..." he muses. "I suppose..." He releases Iris's hair, but pulls Kendra forward and down, forcing her head lower, making her bend over. She knows the routine well, and automatically raises her ass, even as he moves round behind her. Keeping a hold of her hair, he slides the head of his cock down between the swell of her ass cheeks, admiring the red tint to her flesh as he does so. She gasps softly as his hard manhood passes over her ass hole. He continues down, lowers his hips to get under her, feels the moist warmth of her waiting cunt as he guides his cock in. She pushes back as soon as she feels him tease her entrance, striving to get herself onto him. He eases forward, and their combined motion causes his cock to slide into her slick hole. He growls and she moans at the initial penetration. "Oh yes Daddy, yes. Fuck me. Fuck your little slut." Her hands slap on the floor as she reaches her arms out to balance herself and gain leverage to push back. She rocks her body back and forth, as he swings his hips in time, getting into a steady rhythm. He makes sure to use the full length of his shaft, coming almost all the way out with each stroke, only to plunge back in fully until her ass hits the top of his thighs. She tries to increase the pace, driven by her need, but he doesn't allow it. He controls the speed with which she gets fucked with his tight hold in her hair, the movement of his own body, and his other hand placed on her hip. She moans and whimpers, a blend of pleasure and frustration. It is the sweetest music in his ears. He looks at Iris. She is watching intently, eyes wide, her bottom lip between her teeth. One of her hands is between her legs, rubbing, stroking, offering herself some release while she watches. She is breathing hard, her tits rising and falling beautifully. Her eyes are on Kendra, following the motion of her body as she pushes herself on and off her Daddy's cock. "Beautiful isn't she?" He comments. Iris looks up when he talks, nods her agreement. "So damn sexy." "Come round here," he instructs Iris, nodding to the floor at the other side of Kendra. Iris shuffles round on her knees until she is beside Kendra; she puts her hands on Kendra's back, leans over her, smiling as she watches and feels the sway of Kendra's body beneath her. He reaches for Iris, urges her closer to him, pulls her head right over Kendra's ass. Iris's hands slide onto Kendra's rear, pulling her cheeks apart to offer a better view of his cock sliding in and out of her. She looks down, watching, licking her lips and making soft sounds of approval. Kendra's sounds of pleasure get louder, more desperate; perhaps her arousal is heightened by the contact of Iris. He pulls his cock out of Kendra, lifts it towards Iris. Kendra gives a whimper of complaint, but when she glances back over her shoulder and sees what he is doing, she smiles. "Want to taste her?" he asks with a grin. Iris eagerly lowers her mouth to greet his cock, slides her lips and tongue down his length, savouring the flavour of Kendra's cunt that coats him. He allows her to suck on him for a few moments, until her saliva has replaced the cunt juice, then he pulls away from her mouth and lowers himself back to Kendra's cunt. They spend the next while in that position. He strokes his cock in Kendra's cunt for a few minutes, then withdraws and lifts it to where Iris's mouth is waiting to lick and suck it clean. Back and forth between Kendra's cunt and Iris's mouth. He and both girls are making sounds of pleasure, wherever his cock is; each girl loves being the one to have his cock as much as they love watching the other girl with it. "Daddy... Daddy..." Kendra eventually starts to call out. "Daddy... I need to cum... I'm going to cum soon Daddy... Daddy please..." He pulls his cock out of her, leaving her on the edge, her body trembling on the point of orgasm but unable to proceed without his permission. "Please Daaaaaaddddyyyy," she whines. "No I don't think so, little one," he replies with a chuckle. "Not yet." He pulls Iris's head forward; she has paused where she would normally have begun sucking him right away. She looks down at Kendra, eyes wide, possibly sympathising with Kendra's desperate need to cum but inability to do so unprompted. When his cock touches her lips she is brought back to the moment and slides her mouth over it eagerly. Kendra kneels on the floor beneath them, her whole body trembling, her breath ragged, one hand rising and slapping the floor repeatedly, as she fights against her body's urgent desire for the release that he has not granted. He leaves her to her tortured state as Iris licks him clean once more. "Ok, swap places," he commands. Kendra looks back at him, her eyes pleading. Iris looks up into his eyes with a mix of trepidation and excitement. She is obviously aroused, eager for pleasure and release herself, but maybe she was unsure just how far he would go with her. Now she knows he plans on fucking her the same way he has Kendra. Iris turns and drops her body forward, thrusting her ass high and towards him, spreading her knees to open herself to him, granting him access. Her dark hair cascades forward, hiding her face. Kendra reacts less quickly. Less enthusiastically. She still feels the need for her own release burning sharply throughout her body, and she is reluctant to watch her Daddy fuck the other girl while she still waits in sexual purgatory. He moves to Iris, wastes no time in teasing any longer; he thrusts into her, eager to feel her cunt embrace him. She gasps in pleasure as he invades her. He thrusts into her harder than he had been Kendra, faster and more urgently as his climax approaches once more. Both of them are breathing heavily, her panting and whimpering, him growling low in his throat. Kendra eventually makes her way to them, kneeling beside Iris, her hands on the other girl's skin. She smiles up at her Daddy as he look down at her. "Daddy? Can I taste her? Please?" He pulls out of Iris, turns his hips, and Kendra drops her lips over him hungrily. She sucks him fully into her mouth, moaning in appreciation both at the sensation of his hardness filling her mouth and the taste of Iris that his cock brings to her tongue. They proceed as they had before, with the girls having swapped positions. He moves between Kendra's mouth and Iris's cunt. Iris thrusts herself back against him vigorously, muttering unintelligibly beneath the veil of her hair, moaning and gasping. Kendra moans in appreciation every time his hard shaft delivers Iris's flavour to her mouth. Eventually he can hold back no longer. He growl louder than ever. "Oh fuck... Fuck..." He pulls his cock out of Iris, but instead of guiding it to Kendra's mouth he aims it over Iris's ass, pointing at her lower back. With one hand he holds Kendra away, while the other hand wraps round his manhood and strokes it. He erupts. His cum spurts out, flying in thick streams to splash down on Iris's pale skin, landing on her back and down the middle off her ass. He squeezes out every drop, guiding the head of his cock to make sure it all lands on Iris, decorating her flesh with his semen. Iris makes wonderful sounds. She is frustrated, desperate to cum herself but realising now that she, like Kendra, will not be granted that liberation. But through her frustration is also heard the pleasure at feeling his seed splash onto her skin and slide down the cleft of her ass. Iris stays where she is, kneeling and bent forward, her body trembling much like Kendra's had been, now that she too is hanging on the edge of orgasm and being held there. He pulls Kendra forward, again using her hair as a handle with which to steer her head. He pushes her face towards Iris's body, guiding her mouth to the pool of his cum on her back. "Lick it up," he commands. Kendra makes a soft noise of appreciation and pleasure as her tongue reaches out, sliding over Iris's smooth skin and lapping up the puddle of her Daddy's cum. He chuckles softly. "Lap it up little one. Like a naughty little kitty. Don't swallow it though. Don't dare swallow it." He tugs and turns Kendra's head, steering her mouth over Iris's skin where his cum is gathered. Her tongue stretches out as far as it can reach, eager and hungry, drawing sticky streams of the liquid back into her mouth before reaching out again. His cum is flowing down Iris's rear, running over the tightly puckered hole of her ass, dribbling down to her moist cunt. He pushes Kendra's head down, tugging hard on her hair to turn her face upwards, forcing her mouth close to Iris's cunt. Kendra's tongue stretches, lapping up the cum as it flows onto Iris's cunt. Iris bends farther forward, arches her back, thrusts her ass out, granting Kendra easier access. Iris whimpers in pleasure as Kendra's tongue plays over her cunt. He pulls Kendra's head up slowly, causing her tongue to slide up from Iris's cunt onto her ass hole. He holds her there, her tongue extended and swirling in a circle round Iris's tight hole, lapping up the dribbles of cum that are sliding down from between Iris's cheeks. Both girls moan pleasurably as Kendra's tongue slides and slurps over Iris's ass. He holds her there even once she has caught all the cum that slid down, allowing her to tongue Iris's ass for a moment longer. Then he drags her head up, steering her mouth to lick up the last of the mess on Iris's back. He pulls Kendra's head back up once she has licked most of the cum from Iris. He turns her head so he can look at her. Her lips are slightly parted, the thick white liquid visible pooled on her tongue and dribbling from the corner of her mouth. She smiles and giggles, causing some more to dribble from her mouth and run down her chin. He reaches for Iris, grabbing her hair again and pulling her upright beside Kendra. Iris doesn't even look at him. Her eyes are locked on Kendra, with the mouthful of cum licked from her own body. Kendra & Iris Pt. 01 He pushes their faces together. "Go on baby. Don't be greedy. Share." He releases both of them, letting their hair fall loose, steps back, but keeps his eyes on them. The two girls smile, both chuckle softly, and lean into each other. Their mouths meet, lips parting and tongues extending. They kiss deeply, passionately, as his cum slides over their lips and tongues and drips down their chins. "Mmmmm, good girls. That's beautiful." The girls continue to kiss and tangle their tongues. They both swallow his cum mixed with the other girl's saliva. They part slightly, and Iris raises her hands to hold Kendra's face; she carefully licks Kendra's chin, scooping up the dribbles that had run from her mouth. When she is finished, Kendra returns the favour. When both girls faces are clean they turn to look up at him. He is just then fastening his belt again. "Daddy," Kendra says softly. "We didn't get to cum." Iris scowls her agreement. "I know baby. I know. That's because you were naughty girls." "But..." Iris starts to object. He raises his hand, cuts off any protest. "Tomorrow. If you're both good girls, you can get to cum." He looks them both in the eyes, one at a time, smiles at them. "Okay?" "Yes Daddy," Kendra says sheepishly. "Yes Sir," Iris agrees quietly. "Good, now get off to bed." The girls slowly get to their feet, gather their pyjamas and pull them back on. They come to him, he leans over and kisses both of their heads. "Goodnight girls. I'll see you in the morning." "Goodnight Daddy." "Goodnight Sir." He stays where he is, watches them walk from the library with a smile on his face. He's already planning what tomorrow will have in store for those two.. Kendra and Rob Part 1: The Wedding Night and Honeymoon I looked at my bride Kendra at the wedding reception. She looked so good in her wedding dress. Her shy smile could capture the heart of any guy. She had not had intercourse before. Technically, she wasn't a virgin, since she had let a guy finger her pussy once and it was painful for her. This was my second marriage. After my first one blew up, I took the time to think long and hard about how to avoid the innocent mistakes, and keep her from falling into the same ones. I trained myself, via edging, to endure long periods of intense stimulation before surrendering to ejaculatory release. I also had a plan for how the wedding night was to proceed. It was difficult to refrain from solo relief for more than a week prior to the wedding, but I was sure it would be worth it. Finally, the reception was over and we made our way to the next town where we had reserved the bridal suite for a week. When we got to our room, I knew she was nervous about intercourse. I was sure that she had heard some interesting accounts of wedding nights from her friends. Before doing anything else, I caressed her face and told her how lovely she looked, and gave her gentle kisses. I lightly nibbled on her earlobes, kissed her neck, until I heard her sigh. Then I had her sit on the edge of the bed. I knelt before her and removed her shoes. She never wore stockings, which made it easier. Her bare legs always drove me crazy on our dates. Then I breathed on her toes, and gently took each one in my mouth, one at a time. I swirled my tongue around each one, getting acquainted with its taste and texture. Her sighs were more audible, and I wondered how wet her pussy was. My cock was throbbingly hard, and it desperately wanted to do what it was built for. I bet none of your friends had this done to them on their wedding nights, my mind was telling her. Then I stood up and lightly kissed her lips again as I reached behind her and partly unzipped her wedding dress. I kept kissing her as I tugged the top part of her dress down to her waist. In an instant I removed her bra, and saw her wondrous breasts. Only then did I remove any of my clothes. I stripped down to my briefs, which were obviously tenting from my arousal. I nudged her on her back, and lightly ran my fingers all over her gorgeous, firm breasts. My cock was seeping at that point, as my self imposed pre-wedding denial had been frustrating. But I knew I had to carry out my plan. Kendra's dark eyes were wide and excited. I licked all over each breast, paying some attention to swirling my tongue on her hardening nipples. Her desire overcame her trepidation, and her visage displayed her growing need. She restrained herself though, something that I would remedy. Kendra offered no resistance when I raised the hem of her wedding dress to her hips. She obviously thought that the moment of ravishing was near. My cock and balls ached as I slid her dampened white lace panties down and off. The sight of her gorgeous bare legs drew more pre-cum and intensified my ache. I removed my briefs and my erection sprang free. Then I gazed at her pussy with its brunette mat. It took all my self control to resist plunging in immediately. I got close to her pussy and inhaled her aroused, musky scent. "Kendra," I whispered, "You smell so good. I'm going to kiss you there." She said nothing, though her hips stirred. I kissed her wet pussy, and she softly moaned. I gave her splendid pussy several more kisses, then began to lick. I knew she was aroused, and she squirmed and moaned. A few more minutes of this, and I knew she was close to orgasm. Eventually I found the right combination of pressure, location, and tempo of licks to send her over the edge. As soon as she began to exclaim with orgasmic gasps, I guided my aching erection into her womanhood. Her remaining orgasmic contractions felt like a milking appliance, and I plunged in all the way without any resistance. Now lying prone on top of her, I slowly pumped my cock in and out, taking care not to ejaculate, although I didn't know how long I could stand it. There was something about knowing that I was the first male to be allowed intercourse with her that heightened my arousal. "Kendra, that feels so good!" I exclaimed in a hoarse whisper. I felt her arms around me, and saw her sensuous lips and widened eyes. We rolled over so that she was on top. She wasted no time pumping her hips. In spite of all my solo self control work, there was nothing more I could do to hold back in the charged atmosphere of our wedding night and my first time inside her. "Oh my god!" I exclaimed, and began to spurt uncontrollably. She kept pumping and I felt spurt after spurt shoot into her delectable pussy. Finally, when she was sure I had not one more drop to give, she stopped pumping, and kept me inside her. She smiled sweetly. "That didn't hurt at all," she said. All I could do then was whisper her name. We exchanged affectionate kisses for a few moments, and I nudged her over on her back. I slowly withdrew my erection, which was still firm. Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, I got my mouth between her legs and began to lick her sperm filled pussy. "Oh!" she gasped, and stirred. As I kept on, she became more vocal. By the time I got to giving her full-mouthed kisses on her snatch, her hips were trembling and she squirmed and twisted. After a moment of my steadily licking her aroused clitoris, she exploded in orgasm. She made sexy wordless sounds as she bucked her hips, and I slowed the pace of my oral servitude while she calmed down. We lay there for a while, panting. Although I was still aroused and my member quite turgid, I suggested we go to dinner in casual clothes. I told her I wanted her to wear her wedding dress when we went back to bed, and all night. When we got back to the bridal suite she took the lead and aggressively took my clothes off me. Her aroused smile was incredibly sexy. She undressed and put her wedding dress on, with the top pulled down to her waist. I got on top of her and stimulated her breasts until she squirmed and moaned. I got on my back and pulled her on top of me. She guided my aching member inside her and straddled my cock. Then she steadily pumped as she gave me that excited, sexy smile. I was able to last several more minutes inside her, although with her continual pumping, I cried out and bucked like a stallion when I released my sperm inside her. She giggled, and gave me nuzzling kisses until I started to slip out of her. At that point, I grasped her hips and pulled her so that she straddled my mouth. I fervently kissed and licked her pussy until she again exploded in orgasm. We soon drifted into a deep refreshing sleep. I had an arousing, sexy dream, and when I awoke, Kendra was on top of me, straddling my midsection, with my aroused cock inside her. She had discarded her wedding dress and was completely naked. "I couldn't help it," she whispered. "I had to have you again. God, I've waited so long for this!" My new bride's words were so sweet to me, and my arousal compounded by my dream, that I was unable to resist her pussy for long, and I recklessly spurted inside her. Her giggle was one I would come to know well, which would intensify my need for self control. After I nudged her on her back and extracted the mixture of our juices, she again raucously climaxed, and we cuddled. During that night we had one more sensual episode after exploring each other's bodies, and slept well into morning. After a full day of sightseeing, in which Kendra wore teasingly revealing clothes, she discarded her panties before going to dinner. During dinner I frequently put my hand on her leg and inserted my finger into her pussy, after which I licked off her juices. She reciprocated by skillfully handling my balls, avoiding contact with my cock as much as possible for the teasing effect. It worked, and when we got back to the bridal suite I had her lean forward onto the bed with her feet on the floor, flipped her short dress up, and entered her. It was a quickie, and subsequent to my spurting hot jets of sperm inside her, I lay on the floor and she rode my mouth to her intense climax. During the next several nights, I showed her how to bring me to the edge of ejaculation and back down without my release. I did not have to be bound for this - I kept my hands out of the way in an impressive (to her) show of self control. It's terribly frustrating to be edged, and Kendra was so aroused from doing it that several times in the two-hour edging session she straddled my mouth for orgasmic relief. When she could no longer stand it, she would get on her back and invite me inside her. My eventual ejaculations were so much more intense and lengthy from the edging. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Part 2: Girls' Night Out Kendra was with her girlfriends at her usual weekly dinner night out. She wore a radiant smile, and, naturally, the others wanted to know about her wedding night and honeymoon. Not generalities, either - details. And a few drinks made the details more easily forthcoming. "What was your first time like?" asked Cassie, a leggy blonde who had mentioned in the past that her husband had been too drunk to do anything on their wedding night. "It was wonderful," Kendra beamed. "The first thing he did was take off my shoes and kiss my feet and toes." "Oh my God," Cassie exclaimed, and the others showed interest. Barb, a cute petite brunette, looked on with wide eyes. Lexie, a slender sensuous blonde whose relationships were frequently on-again and off-again, pressed her knees together. "And then?" "I was about creaming my panties when he pulled the top of my wedding dress down to my waist. He started kissing me here," she said, placing her fingers on her nipples. The others squirmed. "And then he took his clothes off and got me on my back. He pulled my panties off and started to eat my pussy." "With your wedding dress on?" Cassie asked. "Oh yeah, that was so sexy!" "When did he, you know..." "Right when I started to cum, he went inside me. It felt so good!" Barb surreptitiously put her hand inside her panties. Lexie giggled and asked, "Who slept in the wet spots?" "Wet spots? There weren't any." "What do you mean? Didn't he cum inside you?" "Well, yeah, lots of times. He eats my pussy every time." Lexie and Cassie gasped. Barb exclaimed, "Oh my God!" and shook with her eyes closed as she orgasmed. Kendra had a confused look. "Doesn't every guy do that?" "Oh my gosh, no!" exclaimed Cassie. "It would be so sexy, but I don't dare even ask my husband. I'd give anything to have that done to me!" "Me too," added Lexie. "Barb, have you ever had that done?" Barb was coming down from her orgasm, and had a sexual blush on her face. She just shook her head no. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* I was asleep when Kendra came home from her first girls' night out since our honeymoon. I was pleasantly surprised at her arousal - it seemed like she wanted to screw all night. After her first creampie orgasm of the night, I asked her how her dinner went. "They all said I was lucky," she giggled as she cradled my balls in her hand. "I hope you don't mind, but I told them some details about our wedding night." "Oh?" "Tee-hee! When I told them that you started out by kissing my feet, I thought they were all going to cream their panties. Cassie made no secret of the fact that her husband was too drunk to do anything on their wedding night. They asked about who slept in the wet spots, and when I said that you eat my pussy before and after intercourse, one of the girls had an orgasm." She couldn't help noticing that my cock hardened at her narration. "None of the others have ever had that done - after intercourse. When Cassie said that she'd give anything to have that done to her, I got an idea." She giggled. Just thinking about all her friends with cum-filed pussies and wanting the same kind of relief that Kendra gets regularly, made my cock harder still. Kendra giggled and said, "I should edge you ten times before you fuck me again!" "Oh God, Kendra!" I moaned. "What's this idea of yours?" She giggled again and said nothing. She just kept stimulating my cock until I was about to ejaculate. Then she pulled away. Abiding by my unspoken code of self-control honor, I didn't take matters into my own hand, as much as I wanted to. "Aaahh! Kendra!" "I love it when you call my name, especially when you're about to spurt!" As soon as my cock began to recover from her teasing, she again brought me near ejaculation and backed down. I grimaced and made a determined effort to keep my hands away from my midsection. "Tell me your idea," I panted. "No, I'll tell you after I've edged you ten times and before we fuck!" So it went for the next forty minutes. Kendra immensely enjoyed teasing and edging me, and after the tenth ascension just short of the pinnacle of ejaculation, she told me her idea. "It would be so sexy if I could see you eat Cassie's pussy right after she's been fucked by her husband," Kendra began. "Maybe Barb and Lexie too. They'd get to experience what they've been missing for a long time, and I'd get to watch. Would you do that for me?" I had to be sure to keep my head and think about it, because at that point I would have agreed to almost anything for Kendra. The little vixen knew that I'd be more agreeable to anything she suggested if she had edged me. Of course the idea of licking and kissing her friends' pussies with her approval appealed to me, but I had a feeling she was holding back something. "What would I get," I asked, "other than some loads of other guys' cum?" Kendra got on her back and pulled me inside her. "Go slow if you can, lover. You feel so good inside me. I'm thinking about your question." I had a feeling that she had her mind made up, but was just playing for strategy. I slowly thrust all the way in, and almost all the way out so that I could feel the full effect of her splendid pussy. I had to consciously hold back my sperm several times when I saw her excited eyes and teasing smile. "You know," she panted, "Lexie's not married, and I think she's between relationships now. Would you mind terribly if it was your cum in her pussy?" That was all it took. My cock couldn't lie, and her words sent me over the edge into ejaculatory convulsions. As I emerged from my deliriously intense orgasm, she giggled and said, "I thought you might like the idea!" After I enthusiastically applied my mouth to her pussy and swallowed our combined juices, we had intercourse two more times. She told me that she wanted to implement her idea at the next girls' night out. "I can't guarantee anything, but I think I can make my idea happen." Part 3: A Week Later Kendra asked me to abstain from release for several days before the event. She did, however, have me eat her pussy at least once every night, which increased my desire. Also serving to keep me aroused was the prospect of licking and kissing the pussies of Kendra's friends, and wondering what was going to happen with Lexie. The plan was for the girls to meet at our place and then go to dinner from there, after my initiating Cassie and Barb into the delights of having their sperm filled pussies licked, if they could manage to get laid immediately before. The three girls showed up, each one excited and giggling. "I had him fuck me twice before I left," Cassie began. "He wondered what got into me, but he was happy as a clam when Lexie came to pick me up!" Barb stood with her legs together and said, "Let's just say that my husband is very contented right now." "Okay," Kendra said, "Cassie, you go first. And we all get to watch. Rob, lie down here on the carpet and she'll straddle you." A little self-conscious, Cassie removed her panties and stood with her feet on each side of my head. I gasped when I saw her lovely legs and light brown mat. Her pussy was reddened and swollen. She hiked up her skirt, bent her knees and settled right above my mouth. My erection, of course, pressed hard against my pants. I grasped her hips and guided her womanhood closer and started licking. She had a sensual aroma - different from Kendra's - a 'well used' scent. Cassie started to rock her hips. It took a few minutes for the cream to emerge, and I applied my mouth more fervently. First she whispered, "Yes!" several times, then, "Oh, yeah!" When she crested, she groaned, "Uhhh! Uhhhh! UH! Oh! Ahhh!" I paused for a few moments, inhaling her scent, and started again. More sperm. I swallowed a couple of times, and she threw her head back and exclaimed with open-mouthed sounds of another orgasm. Kendra had her hand inside her panties. "Oh my gosh, that was sexy!" Cassie had a satisfied smile as she shakily got up. Kendra had me take off my jeans because of my painful erection. I was a little self conscious, but most guys are willing to undress in front of sexy women. It was fun seeing the women's eyes focus on my erect cock and ball sac, and then on Kendra's midsection, as if connecting the two. I lay back down on the carpet, and Barb shyly stepped out of her panties. She straddled my mouth as Cassie had, and I started licking. Her husband's sperm came out immediately, and I swallowed, "Gmmmmff!" Barb may be quiet and shy, but she really knows how to pump her hips. The sperm kept coming, and I kept licking and swallowing. "Ahhh! Ahh! OH! Oh my God!" she exclaimed, and I felt her whole body tremble. She panted as she came down from her orgasm, and then gingerly stood up. "My God, that was an experience! What a trip!" Cassie and Kendra nodded in agreement. My erection was hard and purple, and I felt it reaching for the ceiling. Kendra wrapped her hand around it, and gave a few pumps. "I'll be back later. Get some sleep, because you won't get much rest when I come back." Lexie gave me a conspiratorial smile, and the girls left for their night out. Part 4: Midnight Kendra nudged me awake around midnight. In the dim light I saw that Lexie was with her. "He's saved up for several days," Kendra told Lexie as she removed her clothes. "Get undressed and let's get in the bed." My boner sprang to attention. "Normally I'd edge him a few times before taking him inside me," Kendra said. "But my pussy's so hot that I want satisfaction now. I'm his wife so I'll go first." Kendra straddled my boner in the cowgirl position, and very slowly pumped. "It feels good, doesn't it, Rob? I bet it's even more exciting with Lexie here." All I could do was whisper, "Yes, Kendra! It feels so good." She continued her slow pumping, gradually working me up, over an extended time, to ejaculation. With two attractive and naked women in my bed, one of them using me for intercourse, my arousal was heightened to such an extent that, when I did cross the line into ejaculation, it was one of the most intense experiences of my life. I kept spurting and spurting, all the while bucking like a stallion trying to throw its rider. Kendra and Lexie both giggled, and as Kendra pulled back, she said, "Watch closely, Lexie. Are you ready, Rob?" "Yes, yes!" I exclaimed. "Let me lick your gorgeous sperm-filled pussy!" Kendra's midsection was already trembling when she settled her pussy on my mouth. I fervently licked and kissed her like a hungry animal, and I was surprised at the copious amount of cream that entered my mouth. "Glmmmpf!" I swallowed and went back to work. Kendra voiced sensuous arousal sounds as Lexie whispered, "Oh my God!" several times. It didn't take her long to cross the line and fill the room with her gasps of orgasm. A few moments to come down, and Kendra said, "Rob - you can fuck Lexie. I want to see you cum inside her and lick her pussy." Kendra and Rob My cock was rock hard, and I had Lexie lie on her back. I put my mouth to her pussy to get familiar with its taste and scent. Every pussy is different, and her scent made me want be inside her. She twisted from side to side, and came to orgasm quickly. During her orgasm, I entered her, as I had done with Kendra on our wedding night. I plowed, long, deep strokes. My greedy cock wanted all the sensation it could get from intercourse inside Lexie's pussy. Kendra watched with wide eyes and her hand stroking her pussy. She knew I was getting close to ejaculating, and as soon as my pleasure started to spurt, she climaxed. Her sexy sounds made the experience more intense, and this time I was the one squirming and twisting in my orgasmic ecstasy. Lexie's eyes were wide with anticipation, and I pulled out and said, "Okay, get on top of me now." She wasted no time in straddling my mouth. As soon as I started to lick her well spermed pussy, she exclaimed, "Oh my God! Oh! Yes! That feels so good! Oh my God!" I kept kissing and licking, and I got a fair amount of cream before she went wild with wordless sounds of feminine orgasm. "Oh my God, what a trip that was!" Lexie exclaimed. Turning to Kendra, she added, "I've been wanting this ever since you told us about it that night!" "Can you stay the night?" Kendra asked. "It was sexy watching him fuck your pussy and eat his cum. I want to see him do that some more." My cock was turgid again, and Lexie's smile conveyed her answer. Kendra continued, "Fuck her again, Rob. Take your time, it's okay." I got Lexie on her back again and entered her. I plowed leisurely, and worked up to an intense ejaculation. Then I gave her three orgasms extracting my sperm, and we all slept for a while. I groggily awoke to the feel of Kendra's fingers on my balls. It was heavenly. She giggled and said, "Lexie's ready again. Let her do the work this time." Lexie straddled my cock, and energetically pumped. The various expressions on her face aroused me all the more as she got me closer to the point of no return. When I began to spurt, I exclaimed and bucked like a wild horse. My ejaculation felt like it went on forever. Both girls giggled afterward, and Lexie straddled my mouth for one more series of orgasms. Part 5: One week later We had abstained for a few days and I was crazy with desire. Kendra had edged me ten times before taking me inside her. I tried to go slow to prolong the feeling of intercourse inside her while she told me of her friends' excitement over their creampie experiences. When I got to the point that any more thrusting would have sent me over the edge, Kendra said, "I really enjoyed watching you fuck Lexie. I love to see you when you ejaculate inside her - it's like watching us from a different viewpoint." "Kendra..." I groaned. "I'm thinking of asking Lexie to join us sometime. You'll abstain for a few days, and I'll teach her how to edge you. We'll both edge you until you're incoherent, and then we'll both fuck your brains out." Kendra's words had the intended effect, and I spurted uncontrollably inside her. Kendra and Scott Nelson "Okay, he's gone, satisfied?" she said. "Yeah, sorry for interrupting you two. But satisfied? You mean satisfied that he is no longer doing you in our front room in the middle of the day? You mean satisfied because of that?" I said. "I mean how could I not be satisfied. I mean I did stop you from cheating on me—for the moment." "You're over reacting, Scott. So, Humphrey fucked me. We didn't do it in our bed, yours and mine. And, it's wasn't cheating on you, not to my mind," said Kendra Nelson, nee Fairchild, my wife and love for the past sixteen years. "Overreacting? How do you figure?" I said, and that not unreasonably. She sighed. "It's only cheating if the stud of the moment has some hope, however vague, of replacing the husband of the moment. Humphrey Westmoreland has no such hope, not even," she said. He fills a need that you don't. Sorry, Scott, but you're boring! And, I wouldn't be surprised if I bore you! It's nature I guess. We've been married a long time; boring is part of the equation. "Boring am I? Oh and, I must say that you are more than creative in your definition of cheating. I do believe that if we looked it up in the dictionary that we'd discover that the accepted definition is a helluva lot different than yours, my love," I said. "And that's exactly it, Scott, I am your love—not his. Not ever his, believe it," she said. "You and I will grow old together as we should. Faithful to a fault in the real definition of the term." "And, if I take exception to your definition of things? Well, what does that mean for us?" I said. She went pensive on me. "I guess it means that you will have to leave," she said. She'd surprised me, stunned me, stopped me; but, only for the moment. "Am I hearing you right? You plan to divorce me if I don't accept Humphrey and you getting it on? Is that really what you're saying," I said. "No, no, no, no, I'm not saying that at all. Divorce would have to be your choice; I will never opt for a divorce if it's up to me. I'm just saying that unless you are okay with me; well, playing with Humphrey on the side, that you cannot stay here in the house until you 'are' okay with it. I can be very patient with you on this, Scott; but I will not allow you to stay here and be a wet blanket on everything and everyone that comes around," she said, "you'll have to shack up somewhere else until you get your head on straight." I almost laughed, but not quite, not yet. "Let me get this straight. One: you plan to continue fucking him whether I like it or not because I'm boring? Two: you're kicking me out—if you can—if I do not agree to like it? That about the size of things?" I said. Yes, more or less," she said, "pretty much. The house was my parents; it belongs to me, not us. So never doubt that I can get your jealous butt booted, at least for the short term. And, I say the short term because I know, that as time wound on, you'd come to your senses and realize that me doing Humphrey would be a good thing for you as well as for him and me." "Really. Well, let me ask you. What if I decide to get me a little strange on the side? I mean accept your little dalliance and require you to do the same? How about that!" I said. "Do it!" she said, without hesitation. "Yeah, you say that because you know I never would. Right?" I said. She snickered. "You still haven't lost all of your hair, your looks either. Just do it. I can't very well object to you playing if I'm doing it," she said. My turn to snicker. I knew she was the draw not me. I might be able to find me a woman whom I didn't actually turn off, but it would be a lot harder for me than for her, and she knew it would be harder for me. But, even given all of that, I wouldn't do it anyway. It wasn't right. "Hmm, and what about Marylou?" I said. I was playing my hole card. Marylou was our eighteen year-old daughter, now a senior at Central High. My wife's whoring around was not going to sit well with her. Of that, I was certain to an absolute degree. My wife snickered. "Marylou already knows. She caught me and Humphrey months ago," said Kendra. My mood darkened. "What did you say?" I said. My tone now bespoke shock and disbelief. "Oh, don't get your panties all in a wad about Marylou. Yes, she knows, but she made me promise not to hurt you or rub your nose in what I was doing with him. So you see, she loves you enough to want to protect you. That should make you feel good. Right, I mean about her?" she said. "Well, even if you're not lying in your teeth, you seem to have broken your agreement with her. I mean I am hurt, and you are rubbing my nose in it even now," I said. "No I'm not, well, not on purpose. I guess I have to admit to hurting you. You really didn't need this—mess," she said. I ignored her more than flawed logic. "Marylou will be staying with me. I mean after I talk to her and find out just how big a liar you are?" I said. Her turn to have her mood darken: I'd shaken her. "I'm not lying, and you are over reacting. And, there won't be any custody issue, because she's a technical adult; and, also because we are not going to be divorcing, unless you are even dumber than I was doing Humphrey here in the house today. First time by the way, and I promise you it's the last time. Dumb-dumb-dumb on my part," said Kendra. "Not dumb, dear, arrogant and contemptuous of me is all," I said "No! I never held you in contempt. Surely you can grant me that much, Scott," she said. "I'm not granting you anything, but it doesn't matter. But anyway, now we at least understand each other, dear soon to be ex-wife. Get this. I am filing for divorce. I will be asking Marylou to stay with me until she heads off to state; unless that is, she opts to live with her whore of a mother instead. If that turns out to be the case neither one of you will ever see me again. I hope I'm not being vague here; I really do not want to be vague or misunderstood," I said. "Jesus! Scott, did I say you were overreacting! I should have said that you're fucking crazy!" said Kendra. "No-no-no, dear, you're the one that been fucking—Humphrey that is. And crazy? Maybe I am; I did marry you didn't I. "I should have suspected it, your cheating on me. That especially given the way you've neglected me over these past weeks. I mean how long has it been for me and you, a month maybe, month and half?" I said. She looked surprised. "Really? It's been that long. Well, I will remedy that immediately if you will allow. My bad," she said. "Great, a mercy fuck for me, your husband. Forget it skank. I have no use for you anymore. Too bad too, you were a good wife while it lasted, the marriage that is. Well, that is I had thought you were a good wife. I guess I thought wrong. So fuck you, fuck him, and fuck anyone else who thinks that what you're doing is okay," I said. My implication was not lost on my wife. If my daughter was actually okay with what my personal whore was doing; she was history. Yes, even my daughter. Yes, I would write off even my daughter if she was so much as tacitly okay with what her mother was doing to me. Because what her mother was doing and demanding, was utterly beyond the pale as far as I was concerned. "Now wait a minute, Scott! You're not thinking of going off on Marylou are you? She's still a kid in high school. She doesn't have the experience to know how to make judgments or really think logically," said Kendra. "Go off on her? Heavens no! But, she better not be okay with you cheating on me," I said. "That, I will not accept on any level." "Jesus I wish Hump and I hadn't decided to do it here today!" she said. "Yeah, sorry you got caught, but not sorry you did it. Not sorry you've neglected me. Not sorry you've gotten my daughter—if you're not lying—to back you in whoring around on me. You are a trip for damn sure, Kendra," I said. We both turned when we heard the back door open and close. Marylou Nelson was home. "Hi mom, hi dad," she said, tossing her backpack onto the couch. "Hi honey," said her mom. I tendered her a wan smile. She picked up on the wanness. "Dad? Something wrong?" said Marylou. I guess I was pretty transparent. "Don't know. We need to talk you and I, but it can wait till after dinner," I said. I needed time to get my thinking straight, hence, the delay. "Dad?" she said, concern in her tone. "After dinner. Should be no problem the way I see things. Okay?" I said. She nodded, but it was a tentative nod. ****** Dinner and dishes done, I headed for the front room. Marylou followed me without my having to ask. Kendra hung back in the kitchen busying herself for the moment with who knew what. "Dad?" said Marylou. I motioned her to sit though I remained standing. "Just a few questions, dear heart. Okay?" I said. "Okay," she said. Kendra had come in but just leaned against the kitchen entranceway jamb to monitor things. "Did you know that your mother had a lover and kept that knowledge from me deliberately?" I said. She took on a stricken look. "Kinda," she said. "Next question: do you approve of her adultery?" I said. "Not exactly, no, but mom explained that what she was doing was not really adultery, cheating," she said. I nodded. "Okay, final question. Your mom and I will be getting a divorce. Who would you rather live with, her and her lover, or me?" I said. I was smiling as though I had already won the race, but the truth was I was terrified that I would lose it. "Huh? I—I—I don't want you to get a divorce!" said Marylou. "Your mother gives me no choice. She says she intends to keep fucking her asshole lover whether I like it or not; she says I'm boring. And, that at the least until and unless I can bring myself to agree to tolerate her adultery that I have to move out: so, a divorce is going to happen. So, which is it: her and her asshole or me" I said. "No!" screamed Marylou. "Can't you just ignore her and mister Westmoreland? He isn't around much. Please dad? "Dad, couples lose interest in sex, in doing it with each other after many years. As young as I am even I know that. Mom is just playing a little that's all. She told me," said Marylou. "Not around 'much'?" I said. "Thought today was the first time, Kendra." My wife had the decency to look away. "Lose interest in doing it with each other? Who's this we you're talking about?" "Dad!" she said. I waved her off. "I guess I have my answer. You win Kendra. I'll be gone shortly," I said. The bitterness in my heart and soul had to be clearly apparent to the both of them. "What! You can't mean . . ." started my wife. "Daddy, you need to listen to mom. She loves you not that other guy!" said Marylou. "Hump—mister Westmoreland—isn't trying to take your place. And, even if he were, mom would never let him. Really dad!" "Hump is it, Marylou? I snorted. "But no, she doesn't me of that I am sure. She loves him; I'm just the one paying the bills, but no more. She and I are done, and so are you and I," I said. "Daddy!" And yes, dear reader, I know I was being cruel on some level. But so were they and them the more so. My daughter ran upstairs. My wife and I heard her slam the door. "You could have been a little less cruel," said my wife. "She's your daughter." "The way I see it you're the cruel one. You and good 'ole Humphrey are the ones who have destroyed this family, and, my relationship with my daughter. I hope that someday you realize just how badly you've chosen—her too," I said, nodding toward the stairs. "Oh! You are so stubborn," she said. "Stubborn? No, but utterly intolerant of what you are doing. And, in case it matters, I am hurt and jealous and filled with hate and bitterness. Have a bad life all of you," I said. Then, I headed upstairs to get my things. I was packed and on my way downstairs in half an hour. As I packed, Kendra had kept up an almost ceaseless barrage of ill-conceived arguments, railing at me to calm down and rethink my decision to leave. She even threw in promises of primo sex to be delivered immediately and with gusto if I'd cave—have to admit that last was tempting. Her efforts in that respect precipitated a case of the raging hornies in my pants, but I was determined to never touch her again regardless of how everything played out in the weeks and months ahead. And yes, friends, I was on the verge of breaking down, big fucking surprise. ****** I was gone and settled into the Rockville Lodge within an hour of having left the pair of them. Kendra's parting shot was that she would ruin me if I dared opt for a divorce. And, that was the rub. I had adamantly held that I would be divorcing her. But, did I really want to go that route and get financially raped in the doing of it. I decided to do nothing for the present. If I met someone that I wanted to spend my life with, it might be a different story, but in the near term inaction was going to be my modus operandi. And, that regardless of the message it was likely to send to the two women now formerly in my life. ****** I guess I need to digress for a moment. Who the heck are we exactly, the Nelsons? Well, as to that the following might be of some utility. Me: Scott Nelson, thirty-eight, five-eight, one-forty-five, auto mechanic, not terrible looking for a slightly balding, slightly paunchy ex-jock (track and field). My wife: also thirty-eight, five-seven, one-twenty, housewife, very pretty dark haired ex-cheerleader with a bubble butt and really sensational B-cups. Marylou: 18, pretty, popular, still growing in womanly terms but looking to be a mirror image of her mom. And was—and still was—the apple of my eye; that in spite of her, as I saw it, betrayal of me. I'd be a long time getting by that one if I ever could. ****** She kept checking her watch, and then her cell phone every two minutes as though she were waiting for delivery of her lottery winnings. She took another sip of her martini and sighed. "How's it going Kendra," said the barkeep, coming up to her as she waited. "Okay," she said. He, was a pro, was Calvin Wicks, head barkeep at the Clarendon Inn. He knew when to gab and when to shut up. He didn't retort that it was clear that everything with my wife was not okay. Instead he ambled off down the bar in response to a couple of raised beer mugs. She started as another woman plopped down on the stool beside her own. "Connie! Jesus, you startled me," said Kendra. "Sorry. Anyway, what's up. You sounded stressed out when you called," said Connie Dunn, age 36, pretty, short, and best friend of her current companion. "Yeah, well, I am I guess," said Kendra. "Okay?" said Connie. "Scott caught me and Hump, and he's moved out," said Kendra. "Oh shit. I told you doing it at your place would be a mistake. When did all of this happen?" said Connie. "Yesterday. I don't know what I'm going to do. If he doesn't pay the bills, we'll lose the house," said Kendra. "He'll pay 'em; it's in his best interest," said Connie. "I don't know; he's pretty mad. I called Hump earlier, and he has offered to move in and pick up the slack if Scott doesn't return by week's end. He, Hump, does make more than does Scott, quite a bit more, but will he want to be payin' long haul. I mean will he want to keep our relationship going if he has to pay the freight for any serious length of time? "He's not as steady or as trustworthy long haul as Scott is. It's just that Scott and I have gotten to the doldrums state of things sexually among other things. I need the variety. But now . . . "What should I do Connie? I mean it'd be bad if Scott were to return and find Hump moved in. And, then there's Marylou. She and Hump get along okay; she likes him well enough, but she is kinda on the fence because of me cheating on her dad." "I see," said Connie. "But well, she's young, and I was able to convince her that her dad wasn't losing anything and that me doing Hump was just meaningless recreation. I got lucky with that one. She essentially even told her dad that it was no big deal. But of course, Scott was not having any of that. He's written her off too," said Kendra. "Oh my," said Connie "Yes, Oh my for sure," said Kendra. "Girl, you've got to get hubby and daughter back on speaking terms. If you can do that, you might be able to claim the role of good guy and get mister straight arrow to forgive and forget. But, ten to one, good 'ole Humphrey's gonna have to end up as collateral damage in this little tableau," said Connie. "You know, I see what you're saying, and I think you may be right," said Kendra, "But I really don't want to lose Hump either," said Kendra. "You may not have a choice, or, better said, you may have to make a choice. "You should wait a little bit though. Give Scott a chance to cool off. Also, maybe if he gets horny enough, that might be another chip you could play," said Connie. Her companera smiled. "Yes, actually that was one thought that I had already. The one thing I am sure of is that it won't be too long before his dick starts doing his thinking for him. He is a horny little toad. "Okay, I will be doing a bunch of thinking on what you've said," said Kendra. "Yes, do. I'd hate to see you two busted up. You've always been good together in spite of you always needing to play around on the side. "Oh, and again, you might want to wait a while longer than the end of the week before you let Humpty move in with you, a month or two at the least. And, if Scott does pay the bills while he's out there amongst 'em, Hump shouldn't be moved in at all, if you get my meaning," said Connie. ****** "I don't know what to do Jacob. I need my dad, but he hates me," said Marylou. The boy laughed. "Look, Marylou, you're what, eighteen. I'm just nineteen. We're kids, at least to them, the adults. Heck you're still in high school. Look, the one thing I'm sure of is that your dad, really both our sets of parents, love us. Your dad will come around," he said. She lazily played with his dick as it stuck out of his pants. "You gonna do something with that or not," said Jacob. She smiled. "You betcha," she said, She began to stroke him furiously. The spray painted the back seat of the ten year old Ford; some of the sticky white stuff even hit on the rear window. He relaxed as she wiped his cock clean with the hand towel she'd brought with her. She'd learned early on that her Jacob, her high school boyfriend, who was now a freshman at state, expected a handjob every time they went out. The towel was always with her anymore. She'd been more than happy to accommodate his need. That said, while she'd beat him off regularly, and while he'd been allowed to feel her up as much as he wanted; he had never gotten into her pants or seen her naked, not even her breasts; and he'd asked. "We gotta go," she said as she zipped up his pants for him. He nodded and started the engine. He was turning on to her street when he gave her an idea. "What you need to do is to tell your dad that you need him. Let him know that he's the man not that Humphrey guy your mom is playing with," said Jacob. "Yes, but how to do that. He won't talk to me?" she said. "Yes, he will. Or, maybe you could get someone else to tell him how you feel. I mean if you want I'd do it for you," he said. She gave him a look. You?" she said. "I can do it. I mean if you want," he said. She snickered, but then she didn't; she looked serious. "I'll think about it," she said. And, she did. ****** "Yes, he left, and he's really upset. It's going to be a while before he's in a mood to even talk to me let alone return to our bed—his and mine," said Kendra. "Jesus! How are you going to get on if he does divorce you?" said Humphrey Westmoreland. Kendra and Scott Nelson "You get to move in and pay the bills for the foreseeable future," she said. He sighed. "Okay, no problem. I can do that," he said. "But, you will have to be picking up expenses right away when you do. Would that be all right?" she said. "You will be getting a lot more pussy than before though." "Any chance of getting a little of that right now?" he said. "Why I do think that I just might be able to accommodate you," she said. "Why don't you come over her and undress me." He moved to her and let his hands wander down the length of her arms. He gently cupped her breasts and felt his interest grow exponentially in his pants. His eight-inch heat-seeking moisture missile was harder than steel. He kissed her while at the same time unzipping her dress letting it fall to the floor. He unhooked her bra slipping it from her shoulder and letting it join her dress at her feet. He left her panties alone for the moment while stripping himself naked with as little ceremony as possible. He knelt in front of her and sniffed her femaleness through her panties. God, she was a sexy woman, he thought. Her husband had to be nuts leaving her regardless of her playing around on him. He peeled her panties down and off. Her bald and beautiful mound and its intoxicating slit at eye-level in front of him. He kissed it. He licked and sucked on it. She mooed her feelings as he worked her to her first orgasm, small though the first one was. He pulled her down on the floor beside him. Pushing his knee between her legs he spread her wide enough to mount her. He slid into her easily. He began screwing her slowly. He wanted to enjoy the incredible feeling that this woman's body was capable of delivering. "Get with it, big boy," she said. "I need to cum too. Okay!" she said. He began to speed up. Drilling her for all he was worth. It took him some minutes, but she finally began to buck and growl and blow bubbles from her mouth, sputtering and muttering and "cuuummmiiinnnggg!" He stiffened as the death throes of his own orgasm gave way to indescribable relief. He rolled off of her and lay panting and gasping for breath. "You made it," he said. It was not a question. "Yes, finally," she said. "I needed that, especially after what my erstwhile hubby did to me the other night. I mean leaving me and Marylou high and dry like that" "So, Marylou will be staying with us," he said, "not him, I mean if and when I do move in." "Yes, he kinda dumped her when she wouldn't condemn me for having you on the side. The kid doesn't know what hit her, not yet at any rate," she said. "She will," he said. "Yes, and it won't be pretty, not for him and not for her either," she said. He nodded. ****** The Rockville Lodge was cheap, close to work, and had the added benefit of being next door to the Wild Horse Bar and Grill. The bar part was especially of interest to me under the circumstances. I needed to drink, I needed to drink a lot. My daughter's siding with her mother, and more, expecting me at the least to deal with it by ignoring it, had hurt me bad, really bad. Now, I was alone. No family, no girlfriend, birth family a state ways geographically: yeah, I was alone all right. I went to work every day, claimed my seat at the Wild Horse every night, and slept. Except for eating that was pretty much my entire life at the moment. I wondered how Kendra was going to view me not divorcing her immediately as I had pretty much intimated that I would. Probably thought that I might be opting to follow her dictum, that I had to leave but just until I got my head on straight about her screwing mister Westmoreland. That she would have been wrong to so believe or think notwithstanding, I was going to be totally absent regardless and unreachable by her if indeed she even made the effort to try and contact me. I was of the opinion, unexpressed it is true, that at some point she would be coming to me to pay the bills. That is, if she didn't go the divorce route herself and get the courts involved in that little ditty. And Marylou, my daughter? I would speak to her if she came to me, but she would have to abandon her mother as she had essentially abandoned me if she expected a positive—for her—result. I would not be my wife's willing cuckold under any circumstances. And then, it was six months after the split; and, I did get the visit. But that from neither Marylou nor her mother. No indeed, I got it from mister Westmoreland. It was Saturday Morning. I did have to go to work. I was subbing for Grant Shuler my partner in crime at the shop. He'd gotten married the week before to one Carrie Snodgrass, and wanted to do the honeymoon thing if it was all right with me. It was. The knock on the apartment door, as I got ready for work, caught me mid-bite into my toast and cream cheese. I got up to answer it, the knock. "Yes?" I said, to the well-built, dark-haired, and tallish man staring down at me. "Mister Nelson?" he said. "Yes," I said. "I'm Humphrey Westmoreland," he said. I slammed the door in his face. He knocked again, paused, knocked again. I opened the door once more. "Get away from here asshole. I have nothing to say to you," I said. "Your daughter sent me, not your wife," he said. He'd stopped me with that one. "My daughter?" I said. "Tell her to come her herself if she wants to talk." "Look, give me a couple of minutes of your time, and I will be outta your hair. Please," he said. It'd been months since my leaving, and I did have to admit to a degree curiosity if nothing else. I didn't respond to his request, but I did head back inside leaving the front door open. He followed me in closing the door behind him. I took a seat at the little utility table the lodge afforded and nodded toward the seat across from me for him to sit. He did. "I guess you hate me," he said. "Yep," I said. He nodded. "I understand," he said. "No you don't. If you did, you wouldn't be fucking my wife," I said. "Mister Nelson, Yes, your wife and I do have a thing going, but it's not love nor is it likely to ever be. I guess you could say we're friends with benefits who never do anything together but the deed. We never go out, in the sense of just having fun, like dancing or bowling or whatever; all we do is, well, fuck," he said. I'm just recreation," he said. "Get to it, Westmoreland, what are you here for? You mentioned my daughter." I said. "Mister Nelson, Marylou, misses you. She has cried every night since you left. Your wife and I are hoping you'd be willing to mend your fences with her. Kendra, your wife, wants you to come back to the house. I've been staying there these past three months paying the bills that you should be paying, I understand your anger and your reasons for doing what you're doing. But, frankly sir, you have no right to treat your daughter as if she didn't exist. She's still just a kid. And, she needs her daddy," he said. "Hah," I said. "Your paramour, mister Westmoreland, told me that she didn't want me around unless I was okay with her doing you. Said she didn't want a wet blanket, like she was sure I would be, hanging around being a downer all of the time. And, she was right, I would have been one helluva wet blanket and that I can guarantee you, sir!" "Yes, she told me that she said that to you. But, she's changed her mind. She told me to tell you that you should come home, wet blanket and all. I guess you could say she is trying to come to a compromise with you," said Humphrey. "But, you and her will still be doing the dirty, right?" I said. "And that in my house, right?" "Yes, to the first; no to the second. We would be doing it but not in your house. What I'm saying is that she is no longer insisting that you be okay with it," he said. "She realizes that that was asking too much of you. In fact I told her as much myself." "Damn white of you," I said. "But, no, so long as she continues to cheat on me there is no hope of us getting by this mess. I require a one man woman who actually loves me boring in bed and all." "No way to get you to reconsider?" he said. "And she does love you as I mentioned before. And, she is in point of fact a one man woman in the true meaning of the term. I'm just recreation like I said. We have fun. There is no commitment or psychological investment in our relationship, if it even is a relationship." "No, I will not reconsider unless my conditions are met, and maybe not even then given what's gone on so far. But, you can tell Marylou that she can come live with me if she can bring herself to break away from you and the whore," I said. "Okay, I tried," he said. "Just please think about some of the things that I said. You'd be well advised to do so, really." I closed the door behind him as he left and leaned back against it. And, then I had another visitor, two days after Westmoreland's. ****** I began to wonder if there might be some kind of conspiracy in the works to brainwash me and get me to accept my wife's terms. But, with Westmoreland's gambit history, I figured that all hope of any kind—on the part of my wife— of reconciliation between her and me was at an end. Boy was I wrong. And my next visitor, well, I was forced by nature to take a little more seriously. "Hi dad," said Marylou. I jumped. "Marylou! You startled me," I said. I had been working on a transmission when she made her appearance at mid-day. "Got time for lunch, dad?" she said. She looked hopeful. I did not answer her right away. I scooped some hand goop out of the can and started cleaning the grime off my appendages. I stared at her as I wound my hands together in my at best but partially successful efforts. "Yeah, I guess," I said. My tone was level, not negative, but merely level, noncommittal. She tendered me a wan smile. I dried off my hands and headed back inside to grab my coat. She waited for me. She knew what I was doing; she'd been to the shop many times in the past. It'd been more than six months since the last time I'd seen her and during that lengthy period I'd heard not a word from her. Now I had. I had to believe that Westmoreland might have had a hand in that, but who knew. I went over to Grant's bay, where he was doing a tune up on an old Chevy, and let him know I was going to lunch. He glanced in the direction that I did and saw with who; he gave me a thumbs up. Millie the shop secretary and Grant were the only ones still around when we left. The rest of the crew and Millie's assistant were already gone to the café down the street: the sometime lunch venue for our crew. I decided I didn't want a lot of questions from my fellow workers when I got back: I had her drive to the Denny's on Maple: we'd be anonymous there. "Nice ride," I said. "Your momma buy it for you?" She tendered me a quizzical look. "Huh?" "New Corvettes don't come cheap. So?" I said. "No, Humphrey bought it for me," she said. I think she was feeling a little embarrassed by her display of opulence. "Hmm, nice of him," I said. My voice didn't quite sound accusatory. She didn't respond. We pulled into the parking lot, got out and headed for the entrance. She walked slightly ahead of me. I noticed for the first time that she was dressed kind of nicely, expensively. She reminded me of the very model of the spoiled rich kid; a good looking rich kid by the way; well, she was my daughter. Whatever, all said and done, she sure as hell didn't look like the daughter of a workaday auto-mech. The table we were escorted to was in the middle of the pack. The place was crowded; well, it was lunch hour. I ordered a patty melt; she ordered a salad. I had to smile. The girl I used to know, or thought I knew, would have ordered a burger. I smiled at the thought. Iced teas in front of us, she gave me the most condescending of looks I'd ever gotten from her. "Dad, you have to go back and see mom. You just do," she said. "She talks about you almost every day. Frankly, Humphrey has told her to shut up more than once. Dad, she loves you, not him. He gets her off, but you make her day—or used to. Yes, she's selfish and she wants both things. Humphrey's easy and willing to agree to her plan. It's only you who is being so hard to get along with." "Daughter dearest, are you actually so contemptuous of me to believe that you can come to me, after all that has gone down, and treat me like a little kid who doesn't know anything? Tell, me, I'd really like to know what your condescending attitude is based on," I said. "Dad, I didn't mean . . ." "Marylou, do you have any idea how ridiculous and odd and strange and frankly unrealistic you sound. Nobody, no husband is going to put up with being his wife's willing cuckold! None! But, she expects me to be just exactly that, and apparently, so do you!" I said. She sighed. "Actually, I don't expect you to. It's clear to me that you are just too old fashioned to give in to her. Still, I had to give it the old college try. Oh, and you do know I started college this past quarter, right?" "Didn't get the email. But, I knew you probably had," I said. She had the decency to look at least a little bit guilty. "Yeah, I guess communication from our end has been kinda not forthcoming—oh—and neither has it been from your end," she said, looking more than satisfied with her retort. "It's not me that wants to bring a cheating asshole into the family," I said. "Of course, he's apparently done a good job of buying you off." "What the . . .!" "That Vette out there for one thing," I said, more than logically. "Huh? You think that . . ." she started. "I think that the ten year old Mazda I would have given you, and kept in mechanically tight condition by the way, would have paled into insignificance compared to what mister rich man has your pretty pink ass riding in," I said. "Mazda? What?" she said. "It's at the shop. You know I keep it in primo shape all of the time in case you decide to come live with your dad. You know the one who isn't cheating on his spouse," I said. She gave me a hard look. "I'm staying at the college dad, not with them. But, I'm there a lot mostly to help mom keep it together," she said. "Keep it together?" I said. "Yes, she can't get over you leaving her like that. She needs you dad. She wants Hump, but needs you. Hump's okay, but he's almost totally devoid of sensitivity. You on the other hand are 'mister' sensitive. Mom needs you. I need you," she said. "Maybe, but not enough to shuck mister new guy," I said. "Dad you are such a pain sometimes," she said. "I plead guilty," I said. "But, you ain't seen nothin' yet." "Daddy, please think about coming home. Please! Okay?" she said. I looked at her and tried to gauge the sincerity of her request. "Maybe," I said. "At least you didn't just blow me off," she said. "Anyway, old Hump baby's moved in with her then? I mean full time?" I said. "Yes," she said, "recently. He's paying the bills you should be paying." "Should be? Not while he's getting into her pants," I said. "Daddy! You are so darned old fashioned!" said my daughter. "You got that right," I said. "Oh yeah." The food having come, we talked a little longer, and I was able to get a pretty good picture of life at the other Nelson residence. It seemed as though, as Marylou described it, that good 'ole Humphrey and my wife were living in a business arrangement: polite interaction most of the time with occasional bouts of out of control passion. Marylou's position was analogous to a prized worker who made the company look good but was not necessarily indispensable. ****** The Wild Horse was more than a bar to me; it was place of refuge. For the first several months after the split I was more or less a solitary soul drinking, watching the dancers, occasionally talking to this or that bartender that deigned to notice my solitariness. But, then I met someone who kinda gave me a push: got me to get involved with other barflies, some of whom were women. My inspiration was Jade Starling, and yes that was her working girl moniker: I'd learn later, much later, that her real name was Larissa Grey. Jade's day off was also Saturday, said it made her feel human to be out and about with the morally upright public. We talked a little as bar flies often do, but not about anything serious. I never asked her anything personal and she never asked me either. It worked for us. Hence, I didn't know she was a working girl, well, not right away. Then, I did. It was late and I found her sitting on the ground, leaning back against her car, crying. "Jade?" I said. "Can I help?" "Huh?" she said. "Can I help?" I said. "My car is broken again. No one will talk to me let alone help me. Not out here on the parking lot," she said. "Not out here? Your car is broken?" I said. "No guy wants to be seen with a working girl out here: 'decent' people might get the wrong idea," she said, about as sardonically as I'd ever heard anyone say anything. "Working girl? You're a . . ." I started. "A whore for pay. Yes, I am," she said, almost fiercely. "Well, I'll help you. Got a key?" I said. "I don't work on Saturdays," she said. Her meaning was clear: I wasn't getting any tonight if that was what I was thinking. "No-no, I wasn't looking for, well, you know. But, I do know something about cars," I said. "Your keys?" She handed me her key ring. She'd been clutching it in her fist. "You'll need to move, Jade, so I can get at the hood release inside," I said. She took on a sheepish look, but she rose, stood, and stepped aside. I popped the hood and used my own key-ring flashlight to get a look under the hood. I saw the problem right away. I smiled. "Your battery's dead," I said. "Huh? It can't be. I've only had it a month, it's a new battery," she said. "Yes, but your alternator belt is gone and you've been running on battery power alone, probably for the last day or two and not getting the recharge on it, the battery; and now it's dead. It's an easy fix and not expensive. "Come on, I'll take you home and come back in the A.M. and fix it for you. How's that," I said. She gave me a look that spelled suspicion. "No-no, Jade, I'm not on the make. Not tonight. But, it's late, and I don't want to be going back to the shop to get all of this done now. I'll do it tomorrow; I promise. Okay?" I said. "Okay, but how do you know so much about cars?" she said. "I'm a mechanic, Jade. But frankly, any teenage boy might have seen the same thing I found when I looked under your hood. It's really not a biggee, but I need to get a belt, a few tools and have the time and the light of day to do the job easy. I hate working on cars in the dark. "A mechanic. You never told me that," she said. "No, I don't wanna hear a ton of stuff about what went wrong with everyone's car when I'm out at night, so I never say anything about my job. You're a special case: a damsel in distress," I said. "Hmm," she said. I took her home and kept her ignition key: I'd need it in the morning to get her car. I'd let her know that I'd have her wheels back to her by noon the next day. Grant would be helping me out to deliver the car. She was tentatively grateful, I guess is the way I would have to have described her attitude when I left with her keys. ****** I was back the next day to fix and pick up Jade's car with Grant driving chase in his Silverado. I charged her $26, my cost, for the fan belt and no labor. She was effusive in her gratitude. I guess I passed muster as a friend. And no, she didn't offer to screw me for the price of the fan belt, not that I would have turned down the offer; she was a looker for sure. "Nice lookin' chick," said Grant as he drove us back to the shop. Kendra and Scott Nelson "Yes, yes, she is," I said. "You figurin' on making a move on her. I mean in view of your domestic situation?" said Grant. I gave him a look. "I don't know, maybe. She's a working girl, so, like I say; I don't know for sure," I said. Now I got the look. "A whore! A whore for pay?" he said. "Yeah, it's what she told me," I said. "And you didn't get a freebie for saving her?" he said. "No, no freebie. I'm not into taking advantage of women," I said. Grant snickered. "Really," he said, " a sweet piece like her. You might wanna consider lowering her moral standards a tiny bit." "Yeah maybe, if I wasn't still married," I said. He looked me askance. "You saying you'd be willing to get back with Kendra after she did you like she did?" said Grant. "Don't know. Maybe. We've been together for a long time. Except for her cheating on me this one time, I mean with this one guy, she's been a good wife to me," I said. "Hmm, yeah, well, you're a stronger man than I am, dude. I'd never be able to get around the stuff you said she was doin' to you or sayin' to yuh," he said. "Not ever, and I'd be needin' some surgery to get my foot outta her ass." We talked a little longer, until we got back to the shop. It occurred to me that he might have been right about me getting a little from Jade. I sure as hell was horny, not having gotten any since I broke up with Kendra. And, Kendra must've been thinking about that too, maybe figuring that I'd get desperate enough to give in. Well, she was wrong at least as far as she was concerned. ****** They still hadn't assigned me my own personal seat at the bar, figured that had to be close to happening given how many hours I spent there; but I was usually well received by the other barflies. I'd just arrived and she was there, Jade. Well, I was a little later than usual: Grant had asked me to help him with some heavy lifting, that he had going, putting an engine head back in a car. "How's it goin'," I said. "Oh, hi, Scott. Good. You?" she said. "Now I see you, I'm good too," I said, smiling. She smiled. "Really. The sight of me makes you happy?" she said. "Absolutely," I said. "Got time for a drink?" I said. She gave me a look. "You know I'm working, right?" she said. "Figured, but that doesn't answer my question?" "Yes, sure," she said. "I always have time for my favorite mechanic." My turn to give her a look. We took seats at one of the tables along the far wall. "So, whaddya want to talk about?" she said. Now I had to think, something I hadn't done; I'd just seen her and decided that I wanted to talk to her. "How about you letting me be one of your clients for the night?" I blurted. I'm not sure if it was her or me that was the most surprised by my words. My red face—I could feel myself flush—tilted the answer to that little mystery in my direction, I was sure. Jade laughed. "Really stud? Do you know how much I charge for an evening of my time." "Look, you have a business to run, and I'm as horny as a goat. So this little extra ditty I have going tonight would rightly necessitate purchasing your professional services. But, to answer your question: no I don't know how much you charge for an evening," I said. She snickered. "Okay. I'm a flat hundred an hour. Or, if the guy wants the whole night a flat five hundred. But—seeing's how it's you—I can maybe see my way clear to allow a twenty percent discount," she said. I could see in her eyes that she thought she was beyond my reach financially. I smiled. "Okay, done," I said. "For the night and no discount required." "Really?" she said. She was clearly surprised. "Yes, really," I said. ****** Her place was small, really small, but I got the tour. In the back was a bedroom, maybe 12X6 featuring a small twin bed and a really little closet jammed somehow into the wall; while toward the front of the apartment; and at the end of a twelve foot long hallway was a combo dinette-kitchenette, that measured also maybe 12X6. It served as an all-purpose room whose only furniture was a small table with but two serviceable chairs. Oh, and separating the two rooms so far mentioned, and located in the middle of the narrow hallway, was the tiny bathroom. There was no front room per se or receiving area. "Kinda small for a woman isn't it?" I said, as we reentered the dinette. "Yes, but it's only $250 a month including lights and water. What can I say; I can afford it," she said. I nodded. Clearly work as a part time lady of the evening wasn't all that highly paid. "Why don't you have a seat for a few while I change," she said. I did and she did. She returned in less than five minutes. A record for a woman, I guessed. Well, she was a pro. It was a warm evening, and that was fortunate because what she was wearing was suitable for no other climatic condition: a very sheer yellow teddy with nothing under it, and six-inch heels that sparkled in the light of the ceiling lights constituted the totality of her ensemble. I stood and took her in my arms. I had her for the night and I was going to use her the whole fucking time; or, at least until I ran out of spunk and energy. She pushed me back and knelt in front of me. Her fingers traced the outline of my absolutely "in pain" penis and ball sack. "We need to get the first one out of the way so you can last a little bit. Okay?" she said. I nodded and slipped out of my loafers. "You're the boss," I said. "Command me." She undid my belt and undid my pants pulling them floorward. I underpants followed. I stepped out of both. My button-down and my socks were all that remained. She took hold of my cock and stroked it for some few minutes. I stiffened and she aimed the spray toward the kitchenette floor. My dick shrank back into my body. But, as it happened, that was only a temporary situation. She immediately began sucking on my member. I was hard again in no time. "Time for you to do me," she said. "What's your favorite position?" "I guess missionary," I said. "I like the woman with her legs splayed wide waiting to get it." "Let's go in the back and do it there then," she said. She lay back on the bed and spread for me. She was absolutely beautiful and I could have willingly spent the whole night just sitting next to her and adoring her. A woman, who wants to, can make a man—any man—her slave without a whole lot of effort. I was living testimony to that little reality. I undid my shirt and tossed it. I lay on top of her and kissed her and gloried in the feeling of her tits against my chest. "Do me," she said. "Do me now." "Yes, ma'am" I said. I loomed above her and lowered myself to where my cock was touching her slit. I pressed forward and after but minimal resistance, her pathway opened to receive me. I pushed and pulled a few times gaining increased penetration with each effort. Finally I was able to thrust myself into her to the hilt. I relaxed for a short moment and began screwing her. She smiled as I labored as the male of the species was meant to labor in doing the female. She pulled her knees back to her shoulders and held them there with her hands allowing me to go deeper into her. I felt myself cumming. I began to thrust furiously in and out of her hoping to bring her off. She banged back at me meeting me thrust for thrust. She stiffened as I unloaded a quart of cum inside of her. Two loads down. I rolled off of her. "So far so good, sailor," she said. "I actually had a small orgasm there at the end. It's hard for a man to get a woman off, and you seem to have the knack for it. You'll need a little more practice to really do a good job, but not bad for a first time with a new, new to you, woman. "Thanks, I think," I said. "Over the next two hours I had her two more times: once again, missionary and once doggy. She had one more minor cum in my last try. Exhausted we slept. I awoke to a very practiced blowjob. I lay still and let her get me hard. Hard, I rolled on top of her and took her one last time. My penis would ache for hours, but what the hell. We were both quiet for some little time. She broke the silence. "So, was I worth it?" she said. "You bet," I said, as sincerely as I ever said anything. "I just hope you didn't find me as big a loser as my wife has. You know, boring." "No, no, you were fine. You could improve, and you will; but, in the final analysis, you were quite acceptable," she said. "Certainly not boring." We showered together and went down to the corner to the IHOP for breakfast. I handed her the money and informed her that breakfast was on her. "It's all I've got on me," I said. It was five hundred dollars: my rent payment was going to be two weeks late. She laughed. "Okay, fair enough," she said. We ate. She paid, and we kissed each other goodbye for the moment. ****** "And how did you come about this little piece of information, Connie," said Kendra. "I saw them together, at the Wild Horse" said Connie. Kendra sneered. "So, my moralistic 'one woman man' is playing on the side too," said Kendra. "Makes one wonder for sure." "Yeah, I guess," said Connie. "Whaddya gonna do" "Not sure, this is so off the charts. But, the woman better not be thinking of bein' around too long. I won't stand for another woman that I do not approve of being anywhere near my man," she said. The hypocrisy of her words did not register with either of the two friends. ****** She watched the other woman from a table across the room, a stem glass of white wine on the table in front of her. The woman being watched was clearly plying her wares. Kendra Nelson smiled; well, it was amusing: her husband was bedding a prostitute. A dozen thoughts, half formed plans, and images of revenge gamboled in her head. She would bring this craziness of his to a screeching conclusion. He was hers, not some gold digging whore's! Just as she was about to get up and leave—well, she'd seen enough—the whore scored. She was heading out walking arm in arm with some young stud who in any other setting would have been thought to be underage. Hell, he still might be, thought Kendra. That might be the icing on the cake that she was figuratively about to bake. She followed the couple out. She needed to know where they would perform their little impromptu assignation. His pickup carried them to the Blue Moon motel about a mile from the bar. They parked in front. The young man went into the office and paid for a room. The woman, the whore, waited in the car. He came out and signaled to his date to follow him. The woman got out and caught up to him. They locked arms and headed for a room at the back of the complex. Kendra noted the room number and made the call. It took ten minutes for the two city vehicles, one a black and white and one not, to arrive. The driver of the unmarked vehicle came toward her car. "Hi Ken," the cheap suit said to her. "Hello Barry," she said. "They're in room 19." She nodded in the direction of the indicated room. The cop smiled. "Long time no see and now you call me to pin a whore," said Barry Monroe. "I mean I haven't seen you since the reunion." "Yes, that's true," said Kendra. "More's the pity. And yes, I am trying to get that piece of public ass off the streets. She's been messing with my husband. I want to put an end to their dalliances." "I see. Well, since it's you asking I'll arrest her, but she'll likely make bail by tomorrow. You do know that," he said. "You sure you've got a video of him handing her the money?" "Yes," she said. "Good, I'm going to need it to make the arrest stick. Okay," he said. "Yes, of course. It's here on my cell. Just get the phone back to me when you're done. Okay?" she said, as she handed him her iphone. "You got it," he said. "You sticking around to see the next act of this little show?" he said. "Yes, but from a distance. I'm not quite ready to let my husband in the know about this stuff. That'll be at a time of my choosing," she said. He headed back to where the black and white was parked more or less unobtrusively at the rear of the lot. She watched as her friend talked to the uniforms. They, the uniforms, exited their vehicle, went up to door 19, knocked once, announced that they were cops, and entered. Kendra smiled when she heard the woman inside scream. She made a note to have Sergeant Barry Monroe over for dinner or a barbecue, something. ****** I got the call at 9:00AM. It was from Jade. "You're where" I said. "Scott, I'm in jail downtown," she said. "For what" I said, knowing full well what it had to be for. "Soliciting," She said. I went silent for a long moment. "Scott?" she said. "Sorry, Jade, I was thinking. I will be down to post your bail as soon as they will allow," I said. I had assumed that was why she called; no, make that I knew it was why she called. "Thank you Scott. I really do thank you," she said. We talked for another minute. I got the information from her that I needed to find her and to post her bail. "No problem. I'll be down within the hour," I said. And, I was there, and I was told that she was going to be arraigned that evening in night court. I decided to hang around. Her group was brought in a little past 8:00PM. The judge sounded the gavel in her case, and that to the tune of five-thousand dollars cash or bond. The bondsman was there, and I paid the ten percent that was required and she was released. We went to Denny's. I was having trouble digesting the idea that a cop would bother with the paperwork to arrest a part time lady of the evening. "How did this happen?" I said after our coffees had been served. "I don't know. I met a man—well—I met a young man; and he asked me how much. I told him and he paid me and he said let's go and we did and we were in the motel room and then the police came, and they took me in," she said, and she said all that in one breath. "And the young man?" I said. "They let him go," she said. He was a sailor. "What! They let the man go!" I said. "Yes. He was a sailor. I think that's why they let him go," she said. I was seething. This girl should not have been arrested if they were going to let the guy go, sailor or not. We talked for another hour before we parted and went home to our separate places of residence. ****** I came through the front door at the house, my old home. I could hear her; she was on the phone with her friend Connie. I'd come to talk to her, as Marylou had asked me to. The timing was unbelievable. "No Connie, he hasn't got a clue. How could he. He doesn't know Barry . . . No, no, no I went to school with Barry, not Scott . . . Yeah oh . . . That little strumpet won't be chasing after my personal wimp of a husband anymore . . . A few days in the can will make her persona non grata with Scott for sure . . ." I couldn't believe it, but my own wife had apparently caused Jade to get arrested; that was the only possible conclusion to be drawn. What she was saying could not mean anything else. I was furious, and I was about to take her arrogance out of her hide—wasn't I? But, then I had a brainstorm. Oh yeah, I knew how I was going to handle this situation. I made some noise, announced my presence. I heard her hang up. "Scott! You're here! I am so glad to see you." She said, kissing me sweetly. I smiled and kissed her back. "Yes, I'm here. A while back I talked to Marylou. I told her I'd think about coming back. So here I am," I said. "Where's Hump?" "He's at work. Scott, he's been staying here," she said. "Yes, I know, Marylou told me," I said. "I've no problem with that anymore. Marylou convinced me that I was being old fashioned. That I needed to be, well, a little less puritanical. You know like you, you guys," I said. She gave me a look that spelled suspicion. "Okay, good. Yes, very good," she said. I almost laughed at her clear state of confusion, but, I didn't. We fell into a state of uncomfortable silence. "We have some problems maybe to iron out," she said, in a pleading tone of voice. "Yes, we do. If I may," I said, indicating that I would like to take the lead. "Yes, I would appreciate it," she said, clearly relieved. "You've been sleeping with a man not your husband that, until now, I have viscerally hated . . . " "Scott, please," she said. "But—not anymore. I'm not going to pretend that I like what you two are doing, but that said, after much thought; I have come to the conclusion that you do love me. And, I hasten to add, that I wouldn't be here if I didn't still love you," I said. "Wait, wait. You don't hate Humphrey?" she said. "Well, he's never going to be my best friend, but no, I do not hate him per se," I said. She let out long sigh. "Thank God!" she said. "Honey, we are going to be good. Really, all right." "That's my hope," I said. She came to me and embraced me. The kissing and hugging went on for some little time. "Let's go upstairs," she said. We went into our room, well, the room that used to be hers and mine. I looked around. No sign of mister Westmoreland's things or any other evidence that he had shared the room. I said so. "What, no picture of mister Westmoreland?" I said. "No, I wouldn't let him sleep in our bed. We—well—we use the guest room down the hall. And, Scott, there is a picture of the two of us, he and I, in that room." she said. I nodded. I had to wonder but didn't ask if Marylou was in the picture. As bad as the two of them taking "love" pictures together was, it would have been totally unacceptable were Marylou to be included. "Tonight you and I will share this bed," she said. I nodded once more. "Okay," I said. "And, tomorrow night?" "We'll play that by ear, but maybe tomorrow I'll stay with him." She nodded in the direction of the guest room down the hall. "Okay," I said. "I think when you do that that I will be going out that night. Knowing what's going on down the hall will be kinda tough for me in the beginning. You okay with that?" She nodded. "Yes, of course, I certainly am. You have a right to do whatever you need to do to make yourself comfortable, happy. Honeybear, that's what I have been trying to tell you and sell you and make you understand from the beginning," she said. "Well, good," I said. "I guess I'm just a slow learner." She smiled indulgently. The sex that night was truly wonderful. It almost made me change my plans, but no, I was staying the course. ****** "Are you crazy!" said Jade, looking right at me. I almost broke out laughing, but I didn't. "Jade, this is the supreme 'get some of ours back idea. It can't fail. One: she will not know that we know that she was the one that got you busted. Two: she can't object to me having my girl at home because she has her boyfriend at home. Will it be uncomfortable? Not for us. For her maybe and for the Hump for sure," I said. "Maybe, but what's in it for me in the long haul?" she said. "Okay, I embarrass her maybe. Maybe I get her to feel a little bad for what she did to another human being. But after that—what?" She'd stopped me. I hadn't thought much beyond the obvious. "Jade. Maybe we—I—do need to rethink this little deal. Yeah-yeah-yeah. We don't need it. "But, Jade . . ." I started. She smiled. "Never mind, sweetie, I know where we're going even if you don't; and, as well what's in it for me. So, yes, set the wheels in motion. Your wife and I will be getting along just fine thank you very much," she said, and now she laughed outright. "Okay, good, if you're sure," I said. "I am. And since you and I will be living together, for whatever reason, I need to let you know something. My real name is Larissa, Larissa Grey," she said. I smiled. I'd never asked her if Jade had been a business name or not; it had never occurred to me. I felt a little embarrassed. I recovered. Kendra and Scott Nelson "Pretty name," I said. "But, here for now, you'll be Jade. They don't need to be in the know about anything that they don't need to be in the know about." She nodded. ****** D-day was the Monday of the week after I'd moved back into the house. I'd intimated to Jade—Larissa—that it wouldn't be uncomfortable for me and her, but I'd been wrong. I was plenty uncomfortable! Jade, oddly, as I now believed, was not. We heard them come in, Kendra and her lover. I'd left Jade in the den; I wanted to make her entrance as dramatic as possible, and to do that I had to set the stage. "Hi honey," said Kendra, hanging her coat in the atrium and shivering to indicate the cold outside—well it was November in Rockville. "Hi back atcha," I said. She looked me askance; the buoyancy in my voice evidently raising red flags. Humphrey too tendered me a sidelong glance. "Honey?" she said. "Something going on?" "Hmm, yes. I'd have to say yes," I said. "Okay? So—what?" she said. "Well, as you are well aware, I have long been, well, kinda less than happy with you and Hump; well, doing what you've been doing," "Honey, we've been over this. What Hump and I do, you know on the side . . ." she started. "Yes, I know, and I accept your explanation, your position, now. It, what you've been doing, hasn't seemed to affect you and me. We've been good the two of us. My wife's smile bordered on the excited. "I must say that I am so happy you've come to the place where you could say that," she said. "And I know it wasn't easy." "No, no, it wasn't, but I'm there now," I said. Hump had a look on him that spelled suspicion. "Can I ask . . ." said Hump. "Yes, but let's go into the den, and maybe I can clarify some things. Okay?" I said. My ebullient attitude was almost over the top, but, they followed me. I entered first with Kendra right behind me. "Wha—who—huh!" she said. "Kind of a surprise huh?" I said. What—what's . . ." started Kendra "Kendra, Humphrey, this is Jade, a friend. You know, like you two," I said. The looks I got from my wife and her boyfriend were so something that I almost broke out in hysterics. I didn't, but almost. "Scott—I mean—what?" tried Kendra. "Jade will be staying in the room next to Hump's. They can share the hall bathroom. It'll work out. "I have discovered that you had a good idea having Hump stay here. So, well, I've kinda copied you," I said. "But . . ." started Kendra. I feigned concern with her tone of voice. "It's all right isn't it?' I said. "I mean you and Hump . . ." "Uh—okay," she said. "I guess so. It's just so unexpected." Her tone of voice was not real positive, but the words were all I cared about for the moment, and they were the right ones. ****** "Do you think he knows that you're the one who had her busted?" said Humphrey. "No, nobody knows but you and me. It was an anonymous tip to an old friend," said Kendra. "I don't know, but if he doesn't; then, this is a coincidence of truly surprising proportion," he said. "Yes, for sure," she said. "But, no, there is no way he could know unless either you or I said something; and neither of us did. So no, no way." Hump didn't look convinced, but he spread his hands in an okay gesture. Jade offered to help Kendra with dinner, but Kendra declined. Jade didn't push it. After dinner things got tense. Well the clock was closing in on bedtime. Kendra made no bones about her desire to have me with her for the evening. I'd figured on that. I'd shown Jade to her room of course, and she was more than comfortable with the situation. I was already stripping when Kendra finally came into the room. Tonight, Jade will have to do without," she said. "Can I ask? How long have you been doing her?" "Oh, not long. We've only done it once. But it was good. No better than you, of course, just different," I said. She nodded. I watched her as she stripped. I watched her as she mounted bed and spread herself wide for me. I wasted no time. I kissed her sweetly as I loomed above her. I thought of Jade down the hall; I'd be with her tomorrow night, as likely would be Kendra with her lover. I fucked her slowly and enjoyed it. Well, why the hell not. I was horny." We lay gasping for breath after my second go 'round. "Good for you?" I said. "Oh yeah," she said. "Very good. You?" "Oh yeah," I said. "Whatcha thinking about," she said. "Not thinking at this particular moment," I said. "I'll be thinking tomorrow, probably, but not tonight. I just want to savor the moment." "Jade. What's she like?" said my wife. "What do you know about her?" "Not much. We've talked some. She's in the public relations business. No husband, no kids. A little on the young side at twenty-eight. A scream in bed though. But her and me? It's only the sex, honey, not the kind commitment you and I have," I said. She nodded. ******* "So, you say he doesn't know what she does for a living. Is that right?" said Humphrey. "Apparently not. He thinks she's in public relations," said Kendra. The man across from her laughed. "Well, she is kinda, I guess" he said. "She sure as hell relates. I mean she has relations with lots of guys from the public domain." He began laughing and couldn't stop. She began to become irritated. "Stop it, Hump, it's not funny," she said. "The hell you say," he said. "I think it's funnier than hell." "Well, it's not. And, now the little shit's got her right here in the house rubbing my nose in it," she said. "Well, dear girl, logically so do and have you," said Humphrey. "Yes, because you came here after he cut country and helped with the bills. You actually have a right to be here far as I'm concerned," she said. "Hmm, good point. Hard to argue with you on that one," he said. "Exactly," she said "So anyway, how was it last night? You haven't said," he said. She shrugged. "Just as boring and hohum as usual. He just isn't worth a damn as a bed mate. If he was, you wouldn't be here now would you?" she said. He snickered. "Yeah right," he said, "like you could do without the real thing now, I mean having experienced it." She smirked. "It's good, you're good; but there are other things to consider besides exciting sex and staying power," she said. "Yeah, money," he said. "And I've got that too. Kinda hard to find a downside to me when you think about it." "Yeah, you do have the goods, can't deny it. Now, if you were just a tad more trustworthy than in fact is the case. Well, then I might be hard put to find a downside in you," she said. "Hmm, untrustworthy am I?" he said. "You might have noticed that when wimpy abandoned you and stopped paying the bills that I was the one who stepped in and covered your pretty round butt." "All true, and I do trust you—while I still have my looks and my feminine juices. But what happens when I age. Let me answer my own question. "My wimpy little cuckold will still be there for me boring personality and all. While you, never doubt it, will be out chasing younger tail," she said. He spread his hands in an I surrender gesture. I leaned against the wall just outside of the room they were in talking smack about me. She'd hurt me with her words—a lot. "I was torn between going in and just having it out with them then and there, and just getting my stuff and Jade's and us leaving. Leaving finally won out. I hustled down the hall to where Jade was ironing a couple of her dresses. She and I had to talk. "Yes," she said, "We will leave, but not until after you and I get it on some. Maybe in a couple of weeks." I smiled. She was right. A little time with us getting it on under their noses was the ticket. Oh yeah. ****** "Should we say something to them?" asked Kendra. "No, they're going to be getting it on. We know it, they know we know it, and that's the long and the short of it," said Humphrey. "You're not jealous are you?" "No, not exactly. I'm a little miffed that I had no warning. I gave him warning," she said. "Hmm, yes, a warning. I'm not sure a warning has any usefulness," he said. "It sure didn't with you telling him. And, your warning was really more of a softly put ultimatum the way you've described it to me. We'll just go with the flow and not make a big deal out of it. She's a good looking bitch, but she's not in your league. Don't worry about it. Okay?" "Okay. I guess you're right. You're always right my big man," she said. "You know, sooner or later he's gotta shit or get off the pot; and it looks like he's gonna opt for the former. You gotta think about divorcing the guy and putting him out of his misery," he said. "I know, but I don't really want to. I mean divorce him. And, yes, I know it's not fair to you in spite of everything I said before. Anyway, I'll think about it," she said. ****** "Where are they?" said Jade. "In the den. Let's you and me go to your room. Let them wonder and stew over it. I'm not needing her permission much less approval after what I overheard, so let's just do it. Okay?" I said. She smiled, took my hand, and led me down the hall from the kitchen where we'd been talking and sipping our hot teas. ****** "What's That?" said Kendra. "It sounded like a scream. Humphrey leaned back in his seat. "That, my dear, is the male of the species sticking it to his mate. Or, more accurately, the female of the species' cries of surrender as he takes her. Or, put yet another way, he's fucking her," said Humphrey. "That! has to be a fake scream. He never, I mean never made me scream like that," said Kendra. "Hmm, yeah, but she's a much smaller woman than you are. And, you've been used to getting it from me. Well me and those that came before me," he said. He gave her a knowing grin. "Smart ass," she said. "She's a prostitute; I'm sure she's had plenty of experiences, that made her day." "Hmm, maybe, but not likely, actually. Guys who know the game don't usually need to pay for it unless they are really big time losers. And, as good as me? Even less likely," he said. "Harrummph! I still think she's faking it," she said. "Sour grapes does not become you, and you are clearly, obviously, and embarrassingly jealous," he said, laughing. She shot him a shut up frown. "Okay, okay. I'll stop. I just think it's funny that you keep me around for the few hours a week that we do it, and shine him on if he doesn't much like it," said Humphrey. "I'm just as good a guy as he is. You just haven't figured that out yet." She sighed. "You know, Hump, I have. It's just that—I don't know—I guess I'm just used to him. He makes me feel safe, loved. You . . . " "I love you. And, I will protect you. And—I will not cheat on you. Promise," he said. She came to him and kissed him. ****** "Do you think they've gotten the message?" said Carrie Shuler, nee Snodgrass. "I mean you guys moved out a week ago, and you haven't heard word one from them?" "No, no word. And no, I don't know what to make of their lack of—interest," I said. "They are probably waiting for you to make the first move," said Grant. I shrugged. "It doesn't matter, except maybe economically," said Larissa, who was going by her real name now. "Scott and I are planning on getting married, so a divorce might mean something economically, but otherwise . . ." "Married! Scott, you old devil," said Grant. "Congratulations!" "That goes for me too," said Carrie. "We—and I emphasize the word 'we' were going to tell you tonight," said Scott. "In fact right about now." He nodded toward the just arriving waiter with the wheeled cart laden with the mandatory ice bucket and the equally mandatory bottle of champagne. "But, my well-loved intended evidently couldn't wait!" I said, faking my displeasure. Larissa did have the decency to look a little red in the face. "Well, I think it's wonderful," offered Carrie. "Likewise," said Grant. I had to smile. "Yeah, it is," I said. A man in a cheap suit approached our table. "Mister Nelson?" he said. He looked back and forth between me and Grant. "I'm Nelson," I said. He handed me an envelope. "You're served, sir," he said. And he walked off. Everyone looked at me. "Well, how do you like them apples," I said. "Now, I got knowing looks from everybody. "That's why no contact from them. She's decided to make it official: she's dumping me before I could dump her." "Wow," said Larissa. "You can double that for us," said Grant. "But, we do have the champagne. It's just that now we have two toasts to click our glasses for." He was all smiles. "Damn straight," I said. And we did click our glasses and we did do it twice: one for the impending marriage of myself and Larissa and two for the divorce, our wedding gift from Kendra and Hump. I'd be remembering to send them wedding invitations. Oh yeah, that was a no brainer. For the moment the divorce papers were put on the back burner. We ate our steaks, drank our wine—too much wine maybe—and made promises as related to our wedding: Grant would be my best man and Carrie would be doing the honors as maid of honor for Larissa. "You know, Scott," said Grant. "You need to get Marylou involved in the wedding. She owes you, and I think she'll want to be doing some making up of some things to you if you get my drift." I gave him a look. "Yes—you're right, Grant. I will. Larissa?" I said. "One of the bride's maids?" she offered. "No," said Carrie. "I'll be one of the bride's maids. Marylou will be your maid of honor. I mean if she will. If not, well . . ." "Yes!" I said. "That okay with you, dear heart?" "Sure. It's a good idea. It will most definitely be making a statement that your soon to be ex-wife will understand," said Larissa. "It will indeed," I said. ****** Her brows were knitted in thought. "Dad? What day did you say that you and miss Grey were getting married?" said Marylou Nelson. "The third, June the third," I said. I could see she was beginning to cry. "What? What's wrong with the third. Your classes are out on the tenth. "Dad, that's the day mom and Humphrey are getting married," said Marylou. "God hates me. I know it. God hates me." "Oh. And, you have a conflict then?" I said, asking the obvious question. "Do yuh think, dad? I mean after everything? Yes, I have a conflict," she said. "Okay, well, it's too late to change dates for us. So, I guess you will have to choose. You know, like you did when you chose to live with your mom instead of me," I said. "Dad, I've already told mom I'd be her maid of honor," she said. "Oh, you mean so she can marry the guy she made a cuckold of me with. Well, have a good time," I said. I rose from the table and left. More talk just didn't seem to make a lot of sense to me. She was clearly in her mother's camp, not in mine; so, that ended it. I no longer had a daughter. "Dad!" she called after me. But, I was gone. ****** "The same damn day!" cried Kendra. "Yes, mom, and I hurt him—again. And this time there will be no making up with him," said Marylou. "You need to go back and tell him that you'll be his lady's maid of honor," said Humphrey, butting in. "No, Hump. I made the arrangements with mom first. I'm going to stick with my promise. It's dad's to understand," said Marylou. Humphrey Westmoreland spread his hands in an "I tried" gesture. "Honey, I release you from your promise. Got to your dad. He's still hurt because you chose me over him when we broke up. You're right. If you don't go, he will consider it the last straw, and you may never see him again. I know it," said Kendra. "No, mom, dad is just being stubborn as always. He needs to grow up, not me," said Marylou. Her mom nodded. "Okay, then, I guess we just get on with life and do for ourselves," said Kendra. "But, I have to say, I do feel for your dad. I hurt him and now you have; regardless even if he is partly at fault, and he is." ****** The divorce had gone smoothly, smoother than most, I guessed. No alimony from me, well, she was marrying a wealthy man. She got the house, but I got half the equity in it after she, actually they, sold it. Dear old Humphrey wanted a bigger place now that they were married, something more expressive of their superior status as I saw things. And yes, Marylou had been her mother's maid of honor. And no, we no longer communicated with any of them, nor they with us. Two years gone now, since the divorce. Did I ever think about my ex, or my daughter? Sure, on occasion. But, I didn't dwell on it anymore, not since that last day talking with Marylou. Larissa and I were doing right well. A new custom built home on the outskirts of town; two newer, though not new cars; and a baby on the way: all in this our second year of marriage. No time to dwell on the past. Oh, and Larissa was a housewife now, and only that. The Wild Horse was still my main hangout, mine and Larissa's. It had never been Kendra's let alone the Humpster's: way below their class. But, for whatever reason the gods had in mind; it was today. Kendra's at any rate. Larissa and I were sitting at a small table toward the back. We wanted to be a little back from the blaring of the band's music when they started up, so we could talk in between tours of the dance floor. They didn't see us when they came in. No not, Kendra and the Hump. No, it was Kendra right enough, but she was with another guy, and the kisses he was showering with, even as they were escorted to a booth across the room from us, was a sure indication that they were more than platonic friends. "So?" said Larissa. "Got your cell phone?" I said. "Yes," she said. Let me borrow it for a moment," I said. "I wanna get some picks of the action." She handed it to me, and I got the picks I wanted. I sincerely doubted that good 'ole Humphrey was gonna be okay with what was going on. I was going to be emailing the picks before the sun rose. I didn't have his email, Hump's, but I did still have Marylou's. I would be sending them to her. Boy would I love to have been there when she got them. ****** It was a month later that I got the news. Humphrey Westmoreland was suing his wife of two years for divorce. It seems he had evidence of his wife's infidelity. The word was that wifey got the shaft in the divorce barely coming out with her personal stuff and thirty percent of their accrued common assets gotten during the time of their short marriage. The guy Kendra was doing was a cop, name of Barry Monroe, a sergeant on the force. Well, like they say, what goes around, does indeed come around. ****** I'd sent the pics to Marylou—anonymously—not really knowing if she would cover for her mother or not. She hadn't. In fact there'd been a blow up the day she'd gotten them, the pics, as I learned much later. Humphrey, dear old Hump, had gotten the news upon arriving home that evening. Kendra confessed hoping to achieve something, a second chance maybe. But no, the Humpster had dumped her cheating ass on the spot. I was reading the sordid details in the society section while having lunch at Denny's.; She plopped down in front of me. "You sent me the pictures didn't you?" said Marylou, and she said it without so much as a hello. "Well, and hello to you momma's little girl," I said. She snickered. "You did didn't you?" she repeated. "What pictures?" "The ones of mom and the cop," she said. "You know exactly which ones. I know you do." "Well, if you know, then you don't need confirmation from me," I said. "Look dad, okay, you got her. And, I suppose you could say you got me too. And, she for sure deserved it. Me . . ." "Whatever, as the teenagers are always saying," I said, interrupting her. "Okay, so you're not talking about the pics. I actually came for another reason anyway if I may," said my ex-daughter. I looked at her, not responding. Kendra and Scott Nelson "I'm getting married," she said. "So," I said. "I'd like you to give me away. And . . ." she started. Now, "my" brow was knitted. "Why? I was never much of a dad as far as you were concerned before. Why now?" I said. "And, what's this 'and'." "You were always my dad. I made choices some of which—but not all—were not real good. Anyway, I've treated you badly. I want to make it up to you. So, will you?" she said. "Will I what?" I said. "Give me away?" I stared at her. "Will your mom and Humpty or her new guy be there?" I said. "Don't know. They'll all get invitations," she said. I nodded. "Okay, so long as none of the three of them is part of the wedding party. If they are, if any of them are, or if you even ask them to be, I'm outta there. I hope I'm clear," I said. "Anyway, what the other thing, the 'and'," I said. "I would like to have, well, your wife be my maid of honor," she said. I leaned back in my seat. "Really," I said, "Larissa? I mean after you turned 'her' down." "Yes, really," she said. "That was then and this is now." "Okay, I'll ask her. But, it'll be up to her," I said. "Good enough," said Marylou. ****** "Well, okay, sure, I guess," said Larissa. "But, it was her idea not yours? You're sure?" "Yes, all hers and a complete surprise to me," I said. The rehearsal went smoothly. None of the three persona non-gratas were there. I figured they would be, or at least Kendra would be for the wedding. But, whatever, I felt like I was once again number one with my daughter, my errant daughter, and that kinda meant a lot to me. It didn't make up for all of the shit that went down, but it did soften the sting. ****** She was beautiful was my daughter. Jacob was a good looking groom too. I liked the kid, Jacob. He seemed to have a head on his shoulders, and I trusted him. He'd treat my baby right; I was certain of that. The reception line was long. Had to be at least fifty of her college friends there along with all of our friends and relatives. Maybe a hundred guests overall. And yes, all three of the bad guys were there too. None of them were in the wedding party, but they all sat at tables close to the front. Kendra and her cop at one table. The erstwhile Humphrey at another. I watched Kendra closely. "What's caught your interest cowboy," said Larissa, as she nodded toward the focus of my "interest." "I was just wondering how long before the cop became a cuckold like Humphrey and I did?" I said, smiling. "Hmm, good question. Maybe she's learned her lesson?" said Larissa. "And what lesson might that be?" I said. "That the grass is never really greener on the other side of the hill," said Larissa. I snorted. "Yeah, well, I might tend to disagree with you on that one. I mean look at the grass I'm cultivating now. I can tell you for sure that it is definitely greener than the pasture I used to play in," I said. Larissa laughed. "Hmm, you get a point for that one," she said, and you might get lucky tonight. My turn to laugh. "That's my sincerest hope," I said. The toasts made, dinner done, father-daughter proforma dance in the books, and general dancing and drinking underway: Larissa and I had taken seats at the back to catch our collective breath after a more than athletic go at a chacha. I hadn't noticed her coming toward us. She took a seat across from me. "You got me good didn't you?" said Kendra. I stared at her now. "What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" she said. "And good afternoon to you too," said Larissa, while smiling like a beaver gnawing on a soft wood pine tree. "Yes, good afternoon to you too," I echoed. Kendra snickered. "Look, Scott, I just wanted to say no hard feelings. Barry and I talked. He made me see just how one-way I'd been and how cruelly I'd dealt with you. I'm sorry, okay. And—I wish you and Larissa here all the best. Anyway, that's all I had to say. Okay?" she said. "Yeah, okay," I said. "No hard feelings." "If I may," said Larissa. "Of course," said Kendra. "We'll be talking one of these days, all of us, but not today. Today is your daughter's day," said Larissa. I nodded my agreement. "Okay," said Kendra, "I hope we do. I think it would be good if we all could be friends." "We'll see," I said. "There's a lot of water under the bridge, Kendra, and a lot of it is still pretty brackish if you know what I mean. But, as Larissa is saying, there'll likely be a time." "Good," she said. "I'm going to go and find Marylou now and wish her and her man the best." She waved us goodbye and strode off in search of the newlyweds and I supposed her cop as well. I noticed it was an hour after our little conversation with Kendra when a dance with my new wife was interrupted by the two of them. No, not Marylou and Jacob, who had been busy the whole time hurrahing their own wedding. No, it was Marylou and Humphrey! This surprised me. "Dad, can the two of us talk to you for a minute?" said Marylou. "Huh?" I said. "I mean, huh? I mean you and . . ." "Please, dad," she said. "And, yes, Humphrey and I." "Okay, but you'll be talking to the both of us," I said nodding toward my new woman—well not really new; who, I should add, seemed less surprised than did I. "Scott, mister Nelson, I think this is the time to maybe mend some fences. I mean if you will allow," said Humphrey. "Really," I said. I was not being real accommodating "Honey, this is Marylou's day," said Larissa. "Yes. You're right. Okay, Humphrey, whaddya got?" I said. "Well, it's been a long time and a lot of stuff, and a lot of the stuff were mistakes and the lot of it," he said. "Can't argue with your logic," I said. "Daddy!" said Marylou, no doubt noting my less than enthusiastic response. "Okay, okay, I'm listening," I said. "Well, as you know my marriage to Kendra, Marylou's mom, cratered. And, as fate would have it, she didn't allow me the same opportunities that she offered you; I mean in the beginning of it all. Even my money didn't interest her. I think her new squeeze was instrumental in that particular choice, I don't know. "But, all of that true and said, I have over time, as you may imagine, bonded with Marylou. Kind of an uncle thing if you get my drift," he said. "Really. And, Marylou, How am I supposed to react to this in the best of all possible worlds," I said. "Ideally, dad, you and Hump can be friends. Maybe even cohorts over the long haul. "Dad, I know we hurt you. Maybe me more than anybody. But—well—I've grown up. And, now I understand how I should have acted and done in the beginning. "Mom and Humphrey here did bad. Not just because of the sex, but mostly because of the disrespect they showed you. But, things evolve. I have come to know that as weak and mistake prone as we all are—even you dad—it is always still within us to fix things and to make them right," she said. "What are you trying to say, Marylou. Get to it. I'm not as smart as you, and I want to get this little confab done and over with," I said. "I think what Marylou is trying her best to tell us," said Larissa, butting in at just the right time, "is that she intends to have a relationship with the man that was long her stepfather, if that's the way to say it, and she hopes you will be okay with it. "That about it, Marylou?" said Larissa. Marylou deflated and sagged back in the seat she'd assumed about halfway through her own spiel. "Yes," said Marylou. "How about it dad." I nodded, but slowly. "But, your mom?" I said. "Mom is a totally different ballgame. I'll deal with her and Barry. She's hardly in a position to object to anything," said Marylou. I smiled. "Yeah, I guess that's so," I said. I looked over at Larissa. "Larissa?" I said. She shrugged. "No problem as far as I'm concerned," she said. "Hmm, okay then, baby," I said, addressing Marylou and nodding in the direction of the Hump who to his credit had so far managed to keep his trap shut. "But, Marylou, you and I still have some stuff to talk about, just not today. That okay with you?" "Absolutely dad," she said. ****** Kendra and the cop did tie the knot and that about four weeks after Marylou and Jacob did so. And, Marylou was her maid of honor. We hadn't gotten together as a group with any of them yet, Larissa and myself, but it would be likely to happen at some point. People do stupid and selfish things as time goes on; that's life. But, then, as often as not, things happen that brings them back down to earth. I suppose it will all of us too. Well, the hope is. Kendra Ch. 02 I walked into Kendra's room. She was opening a bottle of champagne. She was barefoot and her hair was down, but she was still wearing her business suit. Our meeting went well and now we had a whole day to unwind before our flight. "I thought we'd relax a little before dinner," She said "You didn't have any plans, did you?" she asked "No," I said. "None." I couldn't believe my luck. I'd been fantasizing about this moment for weeks. She was new in our office, a transfer from another city. Everyone in our office wanted her. It didn't matter if you were straight or not, her mere presence, her exotic looks and flawless body, brought out the lust in everyone. She made the furniture sweat. Like me she was tall, feminine, dressed very well, kept it simple; there was something very no nonsense about her. She wore glasses most of the time at work, which framed her face perfectly. I just wanted to kiss her. I'd recently ended a short relationship with a woman. My first. It was the best sex I'd ever had and I longed for a new partner. Since Kendra arrived, I been spending hours in my apartment with my hands in my pussy, imagining her between my legs. But at work I was all business and so was she, so I was very excited when she and I were sent on a business trip together. She led me to the terrace, where there was a table and chairs. She poured me a glass and we clicked glasses. "I think it's time that I told you something about myself," she said. I put my glass down and blushed for some reason. "What's that?" "I've been distracted at work recently" "Why's that?" "Did you know that I was gay?" I blushed and my heart began to beat really fast. "No," I said. She laughed and breathed a sigh of relief. "That's OK," she said. "I didn't know that you were gay until a couple of days ago." "How did you find out?" "Your personal ad." I blushed. "I thought I'd taken that thing down." "It's still there. I was surfing around a couple of days ago and there you were." "I didn't know I was still up there." "I was looking for blondes, big beautiful feminine blondes, just like you." I didn't know what to say. "I was going to say something sooner, but I didn't know how to bring it up." I took another sip of champagne and tried not to look at her. "Anything wrong?" She asked. "Nope." I finished my glass and she poured me another. We sat there silently for a minute and then I mustered the nerve to speak. "I've had such a crush on you, Kendra, you don't even know." She smiled. "I've had one on you too," she said. Then she touched my knee with her hand "I can't believe it." "I wanted you since the first time I saw you." "I want you too." She took my hand and kissed it. "We should celebrate somehow," she said. "How?" "Well, what would you like to do more than anything right now?" I blushed and smiled, turning away from her. "Anything," she whispered. I gulped hard and took her hand. "Sex," I said. "Sex?" I kissed her hand. "Sex...with you." She licked her lips and leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were soft, and her breath was hot. We started slowly, with soft kisses, delicately brushing our lips together and then gliding our tongues around each other's mouths. Our tongues met and she swirled hers around mine. I opened my mouth wider and surrendered. She shoved her tongues deeper and then sucked on mine. She led me to my feet and we embraced. She opened the buttons on my blouse and kissed my neck. "Let's go slow," she said. "I want to make a night of it." She took my hand again and led me to the bed. She pulled off the bedspread, revealing the white sheets underneath. I could wait to get her naked on those sheets, with her long legs wrapped around mine. I kicked off my shoes and pulled her toward me. I was so excited. I was going to make love to a woman, my second. And she was so beautiful. I thought about Jill, my first. Sometimes we kissed and made out for hours in our underwear, never once touching our pussies, until we drove each other so crazy that we almost came just by telling each other what we want to do to each other. "We will," I said. "I'm going to kiss and lick every inch of you." We took each other's blouses and skirts off and fell onto the bed in our bras and panties. She got on top of me and kissed and licked my neck. I cradled her head with my hands and felt her body on top of me, her soft skin sliding over mine. Then she pulled my bra straps down and glided her tongue around my nipples, sucking on one and then the other. "They're so hard," she said. "I want to pinch them." " "Go ahead." She smiled and then pinched one. I moaned. "Having fun?" I asked. "Lots," she said. Then she took my breast into her mouth, sucking hard and then nibbling gently, swirling her tongue around and around. I unhooked my bra and threw it on the floor. "No need to rush," she said. She took my other breast into her mouth and I felt a rush come over me. She glided her tongue down to my belly and kissed and licked my pussy through my panties, teasing me. Then she pulled my panties off and threw them to the floor. I was completely naked now as she hovered over me, taking my hands and pinning me to the bed kissing me full on the lips, then letting go of my hands and grinding into me as I put my hands down the back of her panties and grabbed her ass as she kissed me. I moved my hand around her ass and began to rub her pussy, putting one finger and then two inside. She bucked and moaned. I pulled her panties down to her knees and she fell down upon the bed and I pulled them off. She unhooked her bra and gave it to me. I threw it off the bed and fell into her arms, and kissed her. She wrapped her legs around mine and we began kissing feverishly, shoving our tongues deep inside each other's mouths while roaming our hands all over each other's bodies. Then Kendra pushed me down on the bed and moved her hand over my wet pussy putting two fingers in and fucking me. I moaned and she pulled her fingers out and sucked on them and then put them in my mouth. "Mmmm," I said. "You taste good," she said. I pulled her toward me and we kissed. Then she glided her tongue down my belly and kissed my throbbing pussy. "I dreamed of this moment," I whispered. "You between my legs." She smiled and began to lick around the folds of my pussy lips, and then flattening her tongue softly licking my swollen clit. I moaned again and spread my legs wide. I felt like I was on fire. She was licking a little faster now, stopping to nibble on my clit and then swirling her tongue around. "It feels so good," I said. "Feels so fucking good." She looked up at me and smiled. "I could do this all day," she said. "I want you to." Then she buried her face in my pussy, sucking on my clit as I began to moan even louder, bucking under her as I came as she continued to kiss and lick my pussy until I was limp. I cradled her head in my hands and drew her to me, covering her face with soft kisses as she smiled and kissed me back. "I thought I was going to come just watching you," she said. "You looked so fucking beautiful." I kissed her and held her in my arms and we drifted off into sleep as we caressed and kissed. When we awoke, it was dark out. We were laying side by side. I kissed her and glided my hand down the side of her body, squeezing her ass as she squealed and laughed. Then I put my hand on her pussy and rubbed, trailing my finger around the lips and then pulling at her pubic hair. "Ouch," she said. "That hurt?" "A little." "You didn't like?" "I like." "You like it rough sometimes?" "I like it all. You can be rough, be gentle, tie me up blindfold me." "Mmmmm." "Fuck me with a strap-on." "Mmmm...I'd love that." I rubbed her pussy harder. "But what I'd really like right now is for you to make me come with your mouth." "You'd like that, huh?" "More than anything." I kissed her again and got on top of her. My whole body was tingling with lust. I never wanted to leave the bed. I kissed her breasts and sucked on them. "Lower," she said, squeezing her nipples. "I'll take care of those." I licked down her belly and put my mouth over her pussy. "Make love to me," she said. I began to lick the way she did, flattening my tongue and going slowly. She put her hand on my head and pushed down. "Lick my pussy," she said. I licked her even slower now, and she put her foot down on my back and rubbed it. "Yes," she said. "Oh yes, just like that." I looked up and she was staring right at me, her teeth bared. She squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple. I licked again and watched her. She closed her eyes and fell back on the bed as I licked and sucked. She put her hand on my head again and pulled my hair. I licked faster now and she moved under me, her clit swollen, her pussy lips puckered, almost quivering as I licked her. She began to buck now, breathing in and out, moaning. "Mmm, hmmmm," she whispered. "Just like that." I went faster now and she gasped and her legs began to shake. "I'm gonna cum," she said. I continued to lick and she moaned loudly, shaking and writhing as she came. I continued to lick and she begged me to stop, finally pulling me up toward her and we kissed passionately, pushing our bodies together and exploring every inch of each other. Then she got on top of me and grinded her pussy into mine. I spread my legs and she put one leg in between mine and our pussies rubbed into each other. The feeling was incredible. I'd done it with my other girlfriend, but it never felt this good. I thought I was going to pass out. "I'm so wet Kendra," I said. "I know," she said. "I feel like I'm going to cum already." She pinned me down and kissed me and then she really went to work, looking right at me. Then she gasped and went faster. "You make me cum so fast," she said. "Tell me when." "Now," I said. Then we came together, Kendra moaning on top of me pushing her pussy into mine, then collapsing into my arms. Kendra Ch. 03 When I get horny (which is often), I find a hot girl, and we spend the night, together having our way with each other. It's that easy. I can tell when a woman wants me. We meet and talk and if the chemistry is there, then I go for it. Sometimes I can see that they are impatient with the conversation and are eager to take the next step. I can sympathize. I'm beautiful, 5'8", 120 lbs, blonde, green eyes. I came to lesbianism late in the game. (I was 22 when I met my first girlfriend). I prefer the soft touch of a woman, especially once who will take their time and give my pussy the oral attention that it craves. I have a hunger for women, which has gotten me into trouble from time to time, but it's been worth it. When I turned 28, I was ready for a more stable relationship, but the temptation to go wild was still great. I met Kendra at a health club near my work. I was on the treadmill when we locked eyes. She was on a stationary bike. She smiled and I nodded. I followed her into the shower room and we showered next to each other. "I'm Kendra," she said. "Carmen." The offered her hand. "Nice to meet you," she said. We were alone in the shower room. She leaned over and whispered in my ear. "You are gorgeous." I stepped back and took her in. Tall, athletic body, raven hair, gorgeous brown eyes, beautiful tanned skin, very pretty face and long legs. She said. "If we were alone, I would've already make a pass at you." "We are alone." She smiled. "Well, in that case..." She leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I opened my mouth and we began to make out. "If we took this any further we could get into trouble," she said. "I agree." I said. "Would you like to come to my place? It's only a couple of blocks from here?" "Sure." She leaned in and kissed me again. I pulled her toward me and we began to make out. I could hear some footsteps heading our way and we quickly separated. "I'll meet you outside," she said. "Okay." I left the shower room and looked for her in the locker room. It was as if she had disappeared. I took a long time getting ready; I dried my hair and made sure my makeup was just right. Then I changed into a cream-colored cotton dress. "So how did you know?" I asked. "Know what?" "That I was going to be this easy?" "Your smile." "Really?" "I just knew. And I was just being my usual over-optimistic self." We were sitting in a bar around the corner from her apartment. When we walked in, a few heads turned, and when Kendra kissed the bartender on the cheek (a tall beautiful, soft butch woman whose arms were covered in tattoos), I began to feel a little weird, as if I was another girl in a long line of women that Kendra had brought here. She took my hand and led me to a table in the corner. "Do you always come here first?" I asked. "First?" "After the gym, before the bedroom?" She smiled and laughed. "I wish it was that easy?" "Well, have you?" "I've met women here for dates. I even have hooked up with women that I've met through personal ads." This seemed really hard to believe. I've thought of doing the same thing between relationships, but every time I looked at the profiles of women on a dating site, they left me cold. "How many women have you met from personal ads?" "A couple. I used to be a real slut." "As opposed to now?" "I've calmed down quite a bit." "Really." "But when I saw you I knew that we had to hook up sooner rather than later." "I know what you mean." "We could've taken our time, exchanged numbers, met for dinner..." "Saw a movie..." "We're like a couple of gay guys." "I guess." She squeezed my hand under the table. I looked over at the bartender and she smiled at me. Then I looked back at Kendra and took her in. She was wearing a light gray sleeveless dress, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She looked so conservative, and yet there was something about the way she talked and laughed that was intoxicating. I flashed back to our kiss in the shower. My pussy was so wet. I could barely contain my excitement. "What's the matter?" She asked. "Maybe we should get out of here." "Are you still coming to my place?" "Of course. Why wouldn't I?" "I was worried that you were having second thoughts." "No way." "So you don't have any other plans?" "No." "No phone calls to make?" I laughed. "Nope." "Good. Because I want to make a night of this." It began to rain and we ran a couple of blocks until we were in front of Kendra's building. She squeezed my hand and held it as we walked in past the doorman and walked into the elevator still holding hands. Her apartment was on the top floor of the building. She had a wonderful view of the river. I noticed a framed photograph of Kendra and a very famous, very beautiful French actress on a table next to a floor lamp. I spent a few seconds admiring it before Kendra pushed me down on her couch and kissed me. "A friend of yours?" I whispered. "Friend?" "That photograph on the table." "Just a friend." "Uh huh. "I'm in public relations, remember? I meet a lot of people." She got up and took a bottle of white wine out of the refrigerator and poured us glasses. I looked over and noticed a strap-on and harness sitting on the coffee table in front of me on top of a stack of Vogues. "Are we going to use this?" I asked. "If you want. It's clean and everything. I used that sex toy cleaner on it last night. " "Do you use it a lot?" "I used it last night on this girl in my spinning class." "Last night?" "The night before." "You really get around, don't you?" She smiled. "I guess I'm just a slut." She returned to the sofa and sat next to me, putting her head on my shoulder. I leaned in and kissed her. "You're worse than me," I said. "How is that?" "I haven't had sex in a week." She kicked off her sandals and got on top of me. "You're a great kisser," she said. I stood up and pulled her to her feet. I put my arms around her neck and pulled her toward me. She was maybe an inch taller than me. She felt really good. "Everything fits," I whispered. "Everything does." She took my face into her hands and opened her mouth wide, caressing my tongue with hers. We unzipped each other's dresses and let them fall to the floor and then we fell back onto the sofa and she put her arms around my neck and pulled me to her, deep kissing me as I unhooked her bra and threw it to the floor. Then she took off mine and kissed and sucked on my nipples as I leaned back and moaned. "Pretty tits," she said. "Bee stings." "They're sexy. You don't have to wear a bra." "I have to at my work." She took one nipple in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it and sucked harder, pushing me down on the sofa as I put my hand under her panties and put two fingers into her hot wet slit. She moaned and began to move with my fingers as I fucked her. "I could come right now," she whispered. "I come really fast sometimes." "Oh yeah?" "I want to make you come." She pulled me toward her and put her hand over my soaked panties and rubbed my pussy. I took my fingers out of her pussy and she took them in her mouth and sucked them. Then she put her fingers down my panties and fucked me as I fucked her. "Harder, Carmen," she said "Fuck me harder." I let out a moan and fucked her fingers as I fucked her harder and faster, using my thumb to rub her clit. She put her other hand behind my head and pulled me towards her and kissed me and then I let out a loud cry as I began to come as she fucked me harder and faster and then she moaned and I could feel a shock of pleasure go over me and I put my head on her shoulder as we both came together, crying out, holding each other as the final wave of pleasure hit... Finally, we reached the bedroom. Kendra kicked off her panties and then pulled off mine. She pushed me on the bed and fell on top of me and ground her pussy into mine and we kissed and caressed each other for what seemed like hours, holding each other tight as felt each others bodies, then finally, she glided her tongue down my chest and belly, pausing to lick my belly button, before kissing and licking her way down to my pussy, flattening her tongue as she licked it. I spread my legs wide and begged her to lick me as she looked up and smiled. "Such a beautiful pussy," she said. She began to kiss the inside of my thighs, going from one to the other, teasing me, kissing and licking until I begged her to kiss and lick my pussy and as she licked and kissed it I began to feel hot all over as she licked around my clit, sucking and licking my pussy lips and then going back to my clit until as my back arched and I put my hands in her hair and she took my hand in hers and I bucked and came as she kissed and licked me, and falling into my arms when I was done, kissing and holding me as I shuddered beneath her. "That felt so good," I whispered. "Thank you." "No, thank you," she said. She gave me a squeeze and kissed me. "We're going to have to make this a regular thing." "Well, that goes without saying." She got up and put on a robe and left the bedroom. I put my finger in my pussy and then licked it. I was totally spent but I was still super-horny. She returned with some water, which I drank down in one gulp. "We do need to drink and eat from time to time," she joked. "To get our strength up." She pulled me off the bed and gave me a robe. It was late. I did have an appointment in the morning, and I knew that a whole night of insatiable fucking might exhaust me, but I didn't care. We ordered in some food and drank some more wine. As she gave me an unbelievable foot massage, we got to talking about our sex lives; it turned out that Kendra, like me, had fucked a lot of guys in college, but never had an orgasm with them, finally realizing that we were fucking the wrong sex. She said "fuck" a lot, something that might bother me with another person, but when it came out of her mouth it sounded hot, and as we talked more about sex, the more I wanted to have it. Finally, I took her hand and led her back into the bedroom, where we took our robes off and fell back on the bed, with me getting on top and parting her legs as I rubbed my pussy on her thigh and then ground it into hers. "I love this," she said. "I love this so much." I moved into her harder, pushing my pussy around hers, our clits nearly touching, her bush brushing against mine and I lifted her right leg and rode her as she gripped my ass and squeezed it hard. "You have beautiful feet," she said. "I do." "Pretty feet." "Uh huh" "Mine are too big." "You're crazy." "I know." "You're so beautiful, you don't even know. When I saw you at the gym I knew that I had to have you." "You wanted to fuck me? "Yes, I wanted to fuck you." "I could've eaten your pussy right there in the shower." "They have a private shower. I've fucked women in there before." "I'll bet." "Next time," she said. I moaned. "Fuck me, Carmen," she said. "You like to say 'fuck' a lot." "Fuck." "Fuck." "I think I could come just from hearing you say it." "Say what?" "Fuck." "FUCK!" I moved down and kissed her and our tongues met and she wrapped her legs around me and we grinded into each other, I could feel a trickle of sweat fall down the small of my back into my ass, making me feel even hotter and wetter. "I'm going to come," she said. "So am I." Kendra cried out and began to come as I kissed her and she shuddered beneath me... We fell into a deep sleep. We awoke at the crack of dawn and made love again. Then she told me about her first time with a woman. "After college, I was traveling in Europe with a girlfriend," she said. "And I met this beautiful French actress..." Kendra Found It Hi, I have never regarded myself as a bit of a dummy, even if I was! A person that can be somehow led by the nose, fooled and conned. I had always been a bit of a follower, when people, even in school suggested something I always got roped in. I used to get into trouble because of it too, but adults soon understood that, while I wasn't aware of me, they were. But I was like a sponge, I took everything in and I fell for what happened so easily it was untrue. But I have to say that I am now quite happy that I was, but I was definitely not happy at the time. I was not happy with myself for letting it happen as easily as it did, that I allowed myself to be completely fooled the way I was. And also that I never even suspected what was about to occur, and I went into it with my eyes wide open and my brain closed down. But events since have convinced me so much that I am totally comfortable with my new position, which is spending much time under him, at his bidding, in fact, I love it now. My name is Kendra Lymon, I am forty years old, and recently separated from my husband. He left me and I couldn't have been happier when he did, it gave me back my freedom from a worthless and useless man. Why didn't I leave him I hear you ask? The reason was Simon, my son; I spent my life on him, loving him with all my heart and guarding him against his deadbeat father, a father who was a dad in name only. He hardly ever did things that come naturally to a loving dad with his boy. I have no idea why, he just never bonded with him, I could see in his little eyes that he would be heartbroken sometimes when all his friends and their dads did things, and he had to be taken and supported by his mum. His embarrassment was there for all to see. He loves me I know he does, but a boy needs his dad. I sort of ended up hating my husband for it, so even when Simon was a baby, I took an early decision that we would never have another child. I gave everything I had to Simon, I left nothing behind, he was my sole focus in life. My husband and I did all the social things, but we went our separate ways eventually, especially in bed. I also resolved myself to getting rid of him when Simon became old enough to bear the turmoil. But my husband beat me to the punch, he left me! He actually told me he had waited for Simon to grow up so he could! Dumbstruck? You can put your house on that. I nearly died with laughter, and complete relief. We were, or are fairly well off, he has a good job, we had no mortgage, and a sizeable bank account, which I made sure I got a hold of and not him, I refused to even halve it, telling him to take me to court, if he dared. I immediately got myself a small job which paid our bills and life was good from the off. Simon seemed to change over night after his dad left, I was so happy for him too that his dad had gone from our lives. He seemed to grow up overnight, from a shy well mannered boy into a confidant young man. He became more assertive, and took more of a charge of his life. I was amazed and more than delighted by him to say the least. We became even closer, the bond got stronger even though I had believed it never could have. Just about everything we did was done with the other in mind; we talked more and more as consenting adults instead of mother and son. I had a make over, changed my hair, different dress sense, younger, more out going, I was a brand new me! Simon told me he loved my hair style, It was bouncy, light and short, I had a fluffy fringe, my hair shrouded my face, he cupped my head one day and ruffled it, saying. "Mum you are just too beautiful, I love you," then he kissed me lightly on the lips. I melted, my son was so grown up now instead of the shy boy he had always been. I am about 5ft 7" and weigh around 115lbs, my hair is a natural dark brown, its lovely, and my new style suited its texture perfectly. I have a nice pretty face, my eyes are gorgeous even though I do say so myself. My nose doesn't have any serious bumps in it, and my lips are full and symmetrical. I know I can look good when I make the effort, and my body is good too, full and rounded. I think I have good legs and am not afraid to wear a bikini on holiday. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't thinking anything sexual when we hugged, and he wasn't giving off those signs either, yet! But we did hug and enjoy the nearness of each other. We even went out on dates sometimes if he was at a loose end, or if he had finished with a girl I stepped in, or he stepped in. But I do remember feeling pangs of jealousy sometimes when ever he went out with a girl. I have to confess I sometimes felt his hardness against me when we hugged, I'm sure it was in all innocence, I mean, young men are constantly erected aren't they at the drop of a hat! Even I knew that, it's a part of growing up wasn't it. But what led me into where I am now was as innocuous as anything could be. He told me later he had planned it, well I suppose it must have been in his head, but for it to have happened the way it did must have been near spontaneous. We had booked to go on a weekend away, and included in the deal was a gala dinner. I wanted a new wardrobe for it and had an irrepressible urge to have a stole, or a jacket stole, imitation fur. Simon came with me to find one, I wanted his opinion, and off we went. It took and age to find what I wanted and Simon bless him, put up with it. I bought it, and it was perfect for the long, sleeveless, and plunging, front and back evening gown I had previously bought. We returned home, I tried the jacket on again; it is a silver and beautiful imitation fox fur, short at the back, ¾ sleeved, and with an upturned collar. It didn't look right with what I had on the time, but I would match it with my dress later, sure in the knowledge that I would look great. Later that day, it was a Saturday about six in the afternoon; he called me into the sitting room. I asked him what he wanted and he told me he wanted to see me in my jacket again, he had a camera in his hands so I assumed he wanted to photograph me. I went and got it, came back and tried it on. He checked me out and said. "Mum you are going to look fabulous next week, the most beautiful woman there, no doubt," he told me. I beamed with pride and we hugged again. I didn't know it but I was about to become my sons lover, he was going to take me, and there would be nothing in this world that I could do to stop or resist it. Miss Gullible that was me hey? I was about to be led by the nose again. I tend to see the best in people even when there isn't much to see, but that of course didn't apply to Simon, oh no. I believe things they tell me and I pay the price for my naïveté, and that's what happened today with Simon. We have a large leather sofa in the sitting room, and one large leather chair, I was more or less at the back of the sofa. I never suspected that he had engineered my placing. "Hold your arms up mum," he asked, I did. "Now down at your side," I did. "Now slightly behind you," again I did. "Hold it there," he told me, I did. He went around the sofa, took hold of my arms and said, "Hmmmm?" "Is something wrong babe?" I asked him. "No mum not a thing, just keep that position a moment please," he replied, I felt him fiddling on my bare lower arms but never questioned him, typical of me that, take what's going and ask questions later. "Keep still mum, and don't move okay?" I did as he asked my hands were resting lightly on the top back of the sofa now but slightly behind me. He walked to the front of me again and dropped to his knees, this caught my attention. "What's going on Simon, what are you doing?" I asked but I wasn't concerned in any way. I felt him move my left foot over a little, then he moved my right one the other way, again more fiddling ensued and I stood there like a tailor's dummy. He stood up, put his hands on my waist, lifted me, and then sort of half sat me on the back of the sofa. I giggled and said, "What are you up to Simon, come on spill it, I know you when you think you are being crafty." What I didn't know was that he had already been crafty. Now he reached behind me, his body was almost tight to mine and I felt the unmistakable hardness of him on me. I felt my arms being tugged gently backwards, my hands left their resting place at my sides, and it was then I felt my ankles being gripped by something. I began to realise that I had been tricked, I still didn't understand, or even think of what he was up to, or even what he was about to do, and that was me! The packed leather cushion atop of the sofa was comfortable, I was balanced on it, my ass forming a fulcrum, my body balanced itself on my ass. I suppose; neither my arms nor legs were pulling me against the other. "Simon what are you doing?" I knew I was now tied to and over the top of my sofa for some reason. Do you see now why I never suspected anything, I had been truly conned and fooled by his actions. I still had no idea what his intentions were, nothing, zip, nada, a big fat zero! But I do know an unexpected thrill ran through me. I knew Simon would never hurt me, I trusted him completely. I remember thinking he wanted to play a game, some game hey? So I just sat there stupidly, but also because of one other major factor in my life that no one on earth knew about except my now defunct husband. I had always wanted to try some bondage in one form or another. The thought of being tied up and ravaged by my then spouse had always been a turn on, but never fulfilled. And I had had thoughts of me tying him to the bed and mercilessly teasing him before I screwed him. I had imagined many scenarios over the years. I did get him to try it one night, but he gave up halfway, much to my disappointment, saying. "This is stupid Kendra, it doesn't do it for me," he untied me, rolled over and went to sleep and that was the nearest I had ever got to it. Now here I was on the back of my own sofa and I was there because my own nineteen year old son had done it. He had engineered my dream without knowing it, hence the unbidden thrill rolling through me. But I knew I couldn't let it happen, it was wrong, I don't know about the legality of such actions, but I just felt it was out of order and couldn't happen. But of course I was wrong on three counts. 1) Simon had already got me. 2) I wasn't in control, even though that thought hadn't made an entrance into my head yet. 3) Was when he went behind me again and put a blindfold on, and I suddenly knew there was something not quite right in front of me. The thrill got greater, it prevented me from thinking about the now, and more on the past times I had wanted this! "Simon, what on earth do you think you are doing darling?" I still hadn't understood that he was going to take me, use me, and wonderfully abuse me, his own loving mother. He kissed me on the lips. I obviously didn't see it coming, and the surprise made me accept it. He held it for a few moments, and that's when he felt me, he cupped both of my sensitive breasts. "Simon!" I gasped, "Stop that, you shouldn't do that to me, I'm your mother, or have you forgotten that." I hadn't even tried to get free because I hadn't thought of that yet either. But when I did I soon found out I had no where to go. My movements were restricted to swaying slightly about on my ass. I tried to slide off the edge of my sofa but I just never moved at all. I couldn't get my hands on it to push myself away, and my feet were off the floor so I couldn't lift myself up off the sofa. And when my arms tightened, my legs swung up a little and the same happened when my legs tightened too. I felt him fumbling with my blouse, and I soon knew he was undoing the buttons; he pushed it off my shoulders along with my new jacket. I felt them both slide down my arms at the back of me. "Simon, stop this right now, please?" I said, and I'm sure it must have sounded very unconvincing, his reply confirmed it. "Sorry mum, this is my, our destiny, and I'm not about to let you not even meet it at least once," he said. What that meant became clear very quickly. I felt my skirt moving, then I heard snip snip snip, it wasn't until I felt something cold on my tummy and the tension of my skirt going away from around my stomach that I realised he had scissored it off me. Then I felt my thong go too, more snip snip snips and my bra was no more. Again I demanded him to behave himself, and tried to get of the sofa, hah, fat chance there. I 'looked' at myself through my minds eye; I was tipped at about twenty degrees or so back over the sofa, my hands tied apart but behind me. My feet were swinging in mid air and tied to the feet of the sofa. But I was trapped, tied backwards over it and helpless, but it was my son who had trapped me. Now I actually guessed what was about to happen, what he was about to do. I heard him shuffling in front of me, he was removing his clothes, I knew it. I was picturing him stood naked in front of me, his hard on sticking straight out and pointing at me. I found my voice then. "Simon please stop darling, I love you, you know I do, please let's just talk baby before something happens okay?" He answered me by taking my nipples in between his fingers, I again of course never saw him reaching for them, it wasn't until they exploded that I knew he had got them both. And they did untold damage to me and my resistance. He lips collected mine; I couldn't turn away because I never saw it coming. He kissed me again; I felt his prick jabbing into me. "Simon," I bleated once or twice. The thrill of being tied up by a man and simply taken was appearing in my head. I was entering a world of bondage that I had wanted to enter and also occupy for many years, or at least try to occupy for many years, was actually taking place, it was happening. My body began to tingle all over, I had only ever had this once, and that was in the failed attempt at this with my then husband. I know I should have protested loud and long. I may have, but I can't remember if I did. Suddenly Simon was gone, I wondered where he was. Then he was back, but it was his mouth that got me, he connected with my brain and my body immediately because he had fastened his lips to my spread legged pussy. I felt his fingers open me up, gently tug me apart, then his tongue drove in and I went over the wall. I yelped I know I did, he lapped and sucked me almost viciously. His tongue ploughed a path up my slit from bottom to top. He sucked me right into his mouth, I could feel my flesh being covered by his lips, the tip of his tongue found my little nub and I blew. He made me cum just like that. I exploded unceremoniously; I heard my self say to someone, anyone, him, I don't know. "Oh Simon, no, oh please Simon, oh god oh oh oh oh, Hmmmm!" But now it was too late, he must have known what he had done to me, even if he had no idea that this was his way into me always from now on. He had to know he had made me cum for him, that the orgasm I had just had was cataclysmic in proportion. He kept up his onslaught, his attack it was unremitting, I came many times. I tried naturally to squeeze my legs together to close my twat, I had not a chance in hell of stopping him! My ass even tried to hump at him, I couldn't help it. And the extreme thrill of being helpless mounted and mounted, my fantasy was being made; it was being enacted in a way I could only have ever dreamed of. I was actually being taken against me and my fevered will. But, and this was more to the point, I was beginning to love it. My son had unknowingly uncovered my secret dream, my inner desire to be made into a man's sex slave. And I knew with a fast growing concrete certainty it was going to be better than I could ever have hoped for in the distant past. I began to shiver, I still begged him not to, but the protest was getting weaker and weaker and much less in frequency. His tongue lashed up and down my slit, the only thing I could even try to do was hump my ass every time he passed over my little man. And that was more to do with him than me. I of course didn't see his fingers leaving me, I was open for business, my upper thighs attempting to give him all the help he might have needed to keep me up the rigging. He didn't need to keep me apart for him any more. His fingers grounded once again on my nipples, they took ownership straight away, they got squeezed and rolled, I gasped in surprise and immediate further arousal, how far would he be able to make go? Between his tongue, his fingers, and of course my entrapment, my bound situation, roped hands and feet. My body was his to use and abuse, and that's where my mind was going now, it was joining hands with his, and taking me to where I wanted to go, asked now or not, I was going, end of! I remember yanking hard on my binds, I needed to feel the pain, the tightness, the utter knowledge that I was a prisoner to this boys love, my own son's desires, and his wants. Mine were of no consequence to him. I told myself. "You have been subjugated, taken and are being used just as you have always wanted Kendra." An explosion bombed through me, another huge climax had detonated, it had been unexpected because I had been 'talking' to myself. I heard the cry, the 'Oooooh, Oh Oh Oh Arggggh, Hmmmm, Grrrrr oh Simon, oh Simon Hmmmmm." I was flying, my son was having his way with me and I was glorying in it. It would never have happened, (I don't think) in a natural way, I would have rebuffed him if he had tried a conventional seduction, but there was no way on earth I was being given any sort of a chance at that. He had got me, fooled me, conned me, and now he was taking me. But I would have bet that he still didn't know what he had unwrapped. Suddenly he was gone, he was no longer in contact with me, I was still floating off somewhere and drifting slowly downwards to mother earth. Then he struck, he was right on me, and his prick drove into me at what felt like the speed of light, his arms around my lower waist and he rammed every bit of breath in my body out in a loud whoosh. I was as full as I had ever been, he seemed bigger than his dad, but that could have been from my position. I didn't care, I was getting what I had wanted and had yearned for all these years. I was an untapped reservoir of sexual bondaged deviancy, to be a captive sex slave to a dominant man, the fact that this 'man' was my nineteen year old son made not one iota of difference to my body's needs. All I wanted now was to be used, abused and fucked fair and square into the hole I wanted to be fucked into. And Simon was doing just that, he rammed and rammed me, his hips were slamming into my immovable ones, crash, crash, crash he went, "humph, humph, humph," I went. It was the most thrilling sex I had ever had, although I wasn't actually 'having' it. I was being made to have it, and I now welcomed it whole heartedly, it was all I had ever imagined bondage sex to be, and all I had ever wanted it to be. I wouldn't have to be tricked again that was for certain. I would be Simon's sex toy, fuck toy, slave and whatever else he would ever want me to be, and no questions asked. I had gone from a loving mother to a sex toy/slave in a matter of minutes, or so it seemed. Life has many twists and turns but now I was in my life's place, where I had longed to be, or try to be and I was here now because of my loving wonderful son. Any thoughts of 'wrongdoing' would never again enter my head, he had me, I was where I wanted to be, and would go where he decided to take me. But that's for later, especially when we went on holiday, right now I wanted to be wonderfully and horribly, nastily degraded, used and abused sexually, even pain wasn't off the agenda, though serious pain wasn't on my particular menu. One other factor remains, for as long as I can remember I had wanted somehow to feel control. I loved my daddy, I was scared to death of him but I loved him so. One look from him had me quivering in my boots and obeying his every word. Kendra Found It I know it wasn't a sexual feeling but it stayed with me always, the need for someone to lead me, rather than I do the leading. Failing with my husband had left my ship without the rudder I needed. I was beginning to really understand that this was an essential part of my make up. So while a tiny piece of my mind was trying to rebel and stop my son, or it had been a few minutes ago, my other part was rejoicing and welcoming my submission to a more dominant personality, and lo and behold, that person was my son, and we live together, how good is that? I felt my mind cave in to what was happening; it seemed to sink over the horizon of sensibility, of reasoning and even morality. But did I care now? No, I did not; I had moments ago, but the combination of being fooled into this, his blindfolding of me, his talented use of my explosively sensitive nipples, his kissing of me, his murderous tongue lashing of my pussy and clit. My mind reeling from all of that to the now sumptuous feeling of hot hard flesh raiding my body, pussy and mind. The only thing I could do was hang my head, I had no defence, I was as comfortable as my position on the sofa allowed, but even the bonds digging into my wrists and ankles added to the sense of my utter fulfilment, my humbling to my son. But it was the cock in me that had turned me, controlled me, forced the acceptance that I had at last been tied up, taken, and was being abused as I had imagined that this was the way it would happen, if it ever did. And now I had been, I had been conquered by another man, my son! My whole being centred now on the hot steel bar of flesh rummaging in my honey pot, that my son was fucking. I was receiving from him hidden wishes I had harboured for all these years. My helpless subjection, my submission to this consumed me, I came again, how many more times would I cum before it was over. I had rarely had more than one orgasm in my life, now Simon had got several from me all in the space of minutes. I realised my head was hung backwards, I was gasping for breath, but I was doing no exertions, no exercise, it was because of my position, my capture. My heart was beating like a drum, my stomach was doing somersaults, my pussy was on fire, I could feel my cum running, sliding down my thighs. Then I heard a scream, a voice, it was ragged, hoarse, guttural. "Yes yes yes, oh my sweet Jesus yes, oh God please help meeeeee, Hmmmmm, argggh oh yes, oh Simon, ohhhhhh." I think I had a triple orgasm or maybe even more I don't know, one on top of the other, it ripped me apart. I didn't know it right then but the world had gone black. I had passed out with sublime emotion. I saw the light behind my eye lids, I wasn't sure where I was, even who I was. I opened them thinking I had had a wonderful nightmare, I was in my bedroom laid flat on my back. "Where am I?" I asked myself, I groggily lifted my head, I was tucked up under the duvet, and I could feel my nakedness. I attempted to roll over to get up but my arms didn't work, they didn't go where I subconsciously commanded them to. I couldn't understand that, I lifted them, they stayed by my sides, I kicked my feet, they worked okay, so what was wrong with my arms? I pulled them and felt the restrictions at my wrists. I managed to part roll over and slip sideways and there it was, the reason I couldn't lift them. There was rope attached to each one and now I could feel it in my back as I lay on it. I lay there like some washed up fish on the beach trying to gather my thoughts, "why was I like this, what's happened?" I shook my head and then the first glimmer of what had transpired started clearing the fog in my head. Simon! He had been there, No, he had done me, he had got me, bamboozled me. I had been tied to my own sofa and he had taken me, used me, and fucked me, my pussy lit up when that thought popped into my mind. I raised my knees crushed them together when the sudden gorgeous feeling spread through me as I remembered what had happened, what he had done to me. I lay there and revelled in my thoughts, I began to recall every detail, everything that had happened in its own sequence, how I had capitulated, how easy it had been for him. He had found his own 100 carat diamond without even looking for it or even expecting it. I yanked sideways on my arms, I wanted to feel again my bonds biting into my wrists to let myself know that I was a prisoner, a captive. "I bet he thinks he will just walk in here and have me again!" I thought to myself, "Well I'll show him that he can't just do what he wants without my permission or consent!" I told myself. "But how will you stop him, what will you use to say no, you're voice?" It was a question my mind posed to me. "I er, I erm, I don't know yet but I'll think of something, I will," I answered my own mind. I stayed where I was trying to get my head around my situation, but time after time the same bewildering thought returned. "You loved it, you loved being taken, you loved him creasing your clit with his tongue, you loved it when he stabbed your nipples, and you loved it when he fucked you. You were helpless, you were his toy, his plaything, he mastered you completely and there was nothing you or any one else could do to stop it, or him!" My pussy, nipples and the parts of my body connecting it all rifled a message in my head, it said to me. "Yes we did, we loved it wholly, and completely, that was the superb feeling you've been wanting and chasing for all of these years Kendra, enjoy it while you can." I looked at the clock; it was 11pm, so it had been about five hours since Simon took me. I shivered involuntarily, my knees pressed together again trying to squiggle my pussy as the memory resurfaced of him doing what he had. "Ah she's awake, hello sleepy head," I heard his voice as he entered my bedroom, it was Simon and he was smiling broadly at me, climbing into the bed and over me he settled down. All he had on were a pair of boxer shorts, and I caught sight of his young body for what was really the very first time. I had seen him stripped off many times over the years. But the boy I knew before this had gone. This was a young good looking man sat on me, with a body most women would die for to be in my position. "Are you alright mum?" he enquired earnestly, and before I could answer he continued. "I know I took you by surprise." "You can say that again," I thought. "But you seemed to enjoy yourself, no, you didn't seem to enjoy it, I know you did, you loved it didn't you mum, Hmmmm?" And again before I could answer, he took and squeezed my nipples. The only parts of me that could move were my feet, knees and head. They all left the bed in unison and I heard the loud gasp come from my wide open mouth as he did. "Oh, oh, oh, Hmmmm, oh Simon, what are y... oh god oh Simon ple..." I fell silent; my power of speech had left me. He slid back a little, bent his head and took one of my nipples in his teeth, my head went back and my body arched up to him. He slid his hands under me between my arms and held me up while he ravaged first one nipple then the other. After what seemed to be a lifetime of wonderful purgatory he stopped murdering me and got up, faced me and dropped his shorts to reveal what can only be described as a gorgeous beautiful prick. He lifted the covers and got in with me. "My," he said smiling, "you seem to be all tied up mum, do you like being like this hmmm? At my mercy, do you mum?" He forced me to answer by biting a nipple and sinking his fingers into my already burning hot pussy. My head answered first by yelling and screaming inside of it that 'YES I LOVE IT DARLING, OH MY GOD YED BABY!' "Oh Simon, I don't know what to say, I have never er, well you Grrrr," his fingers shuddered my brain, "Argggh, oh Si... Please..." "It's okay mum, I can wait, I already know you do, you just have to get used to it, then you can let it all go and we can get on with our lives can't we?" He kissed me then, and it was such a lovely loving kiss, it was exactly the right thing to do. I melted, my body relaxed and simmered as he caressed my clit softly and agonisingly slowly. When my eyes reopened he was all around me, if he had got any closer he would have been inside me. He stroked my face, kissed me again, kissed my cheek, held me the way a woman likes to be held, tightly. He moved his lower body and I felt his young cock touch my hand, my fingers automatically closed around it and squeezed, it felt so hard, so young, so big, so powerful, so dangerous, and oh so devastatingly wonderful. He moved again and he was on me, probing me, my legs widened and opened for him immediately, they raised up, he gained the entry we were both looking for and he was off! I hooked my feet over him, mother and son were no more, we were a man and a woman, and we were rutting, fucking and making love. His prick filled me in a way his dad's never had, I don't think he was much bigger; he just seemed to have more of knowledge of how it was supposed to be used. Simon's face was right over mine, his eyes locked on to mine, our lips met, then he was up on his elbows and the battering I had envisaged many times while being tied up was on! He hit me with everything I had, I gave back all I had to give, his loins slapping in to my upward thrusting ones, his cock deep within me then almost out before thundering back in went on fabulously forever. We kissed and bit at each other, he was the dominant one of the two of that there was no doubt. But I accepted it fully, I was where I had wanted to be for years, under a strong man, tied up, being used for his satisfaction and loving what he was doing. And I was loving it even more than that. Climax after climax ripped through me, cum after cum hit me, I could feel my juices around my ass, his cock slurping as it went in and out turned me on to greater and greater heights. Then Simon stopped just like that. I refocused my own eyes and looked up at him wondering what was next, what was he going to do. He gave me a sort of knowing smile and crashed back into me one final time. His body tight down on to mine and I knew he was shooting his load deep within me. It burned, scalded, and flooded into my pussy and from there to wherever it wanted to go. I had one final orgasm under him and fell into the bed, I was truly exhausted. I can honestly say right here, right now that I have never in my life been made to cum like that. It was fabulous, fantastic, and mind boggling in the extreme. I don't know how long it was before he moved again, but it was a fair amount of time, he slid away and pulled me to him. He turned my face to his, peered into what must have been my blood shot eyes after that, and whispered. "Now mum, admit it right now that you love this don't you?" The soft quiet intensity of his words made me say yes. "Darling, I don't know how you knew, or even if you knew, but yes I do baby, I do." There I had admitted it to him, the only way to go now was forward, and at his bidding as far as I was concerned. "I have known for some time mum that you were this way," he told me. I was astonished to say the least. "What do you mean Simon," I asked, "how do you know?" "I learned from the way you used to look at dad, longingly, and I used to see disappointment in you when he didn't respond the way you wanted him to." "But Simon, you couldn't have guessed," I said. "It took me a long time to understand you," Simon told me, "then I began to realise that you needed a strong man, someone you could go to, lean on, ask a question and learn the answer, and respect, that was always missing. And then one day I knew what it was you wanted, it was domination of some kid or other. My problem was finding what that level was, and happily I think I've got it right, yes?" "Simon oh my darling, you ought to be on television as a psychic, you've seen right through me haven't you?" Now I was admitting it completely. "I used to look at my dad and think, what the hell is wrong with you dad? You have a gorgeous sexy woman right here," I blushed with happiness and beamed with pride when he said that, "and you can't see her, not the way she wants you to see her!" "Oh Simon you are so perceptive, you really are, why didn't he see what you saw?" "I'm just really glad mum that he didn't, that he missed what he could have had. Because I have you now, you belong to me and will do forever." That made me take notice of where I was and whom I was with. "But Simon, I am still your mother, should we do this?" I said gently. "Its done mum, there will be no going back, and if I have to teach you this, then I will," he said. Teach me? I wondered what he was meaning. "And just how do you intend to 'teach' me Simon?" I asked pointedly. I found out big time in a heartbeat. He flipped me over, placed his hand in the small of my back and pressed downwards. Then he spanked me. Me! his own mother, I was being spanked and chastised by my own son. I tried to break away but if you've ever been held down like that with your wrists tied its bloody well impossible. Slaps thundered down and I began to cry, I started to beg, I pleaded with him, but it went on and on. Eventually I became limp I know I did, he had beaten my submission into me and my protestations would never be brought to the fore again. I lay there sobbing, I had just had the most glorious love making and fucking session of my life and I had just had a punishment to end all punishments. My ass was on fire, the pain was terrible and I also knew that I loved it, I loved the domination, the hold he had on me. The fact that Simon was my son was a bonus, I knew he wouldn't hurt me badly so I told myself that I had deserved it, I had to be taught my place and Simon had just taught me. Between sobs I apologised, "I'm sorry Simon, please forgive, I think I have learned a lesson here today," I told him. "Think you have learned a lesson, think!" he quietly yelled. A good set of hard slaps covered my tortured ass once more, again I begged and cried. He stopped and said. "Think! You think you have learned mum, you only think?" "No Simon, I have definitely learned my lesson," I blubbed. "Well mum, I'm glad we have sorted that out, but I'm sure we both know now that this won't be the last time this will happen will it?" He was telling me that this would happen again. "No Simon," I answered, and then he lay down beside me and loved me, I was so happily grateful to him I just snuggled in as best I could, sore ass or no sore ass. I don't know if I went to sleep or we both did, I know I woke in the middle of the night to find myself lying on my stomach, this wasn't unusual for me, I often lie like that. I reached out forgetting momentarily that I was tied up, and that it was my son who had me in this fashion. As soon as my arms tugged to a stop I remembered, and I thanked the Lord for it, I said a prayer to him for Simon, and for sending him to me, and for delivering me to him. In the soft light filtering through the window I saw him next to me, he was slumbering, so with great care and deftness which took me an age, I finally found myself looking close up at his cock. I gently licked it, then slowly sucked it in, I wanted to taste him, feel him, learn him, and know his texture. And much to my delight he began to get hard, his prick was growing in my mouth. Here I was, a forty year old woman, a mother, his mother! I was tied by my wrists, I had been taken and used by my own son, and I had given in completely to him. And now I was sucking his cock, my son's dick was safely fitted in my mouth. My head I lowered gently on to his stomach and began to feed off him. It grew and grew until it was fully hard, I felt his hands go into my hair and hold me. He had to be awake surely, I attacked him with all I had, I needed him to fill my mouth with his cum, it was my cum too I reasoned. I was his mother, without me he wouldn't be here, so in reality he was mine too, but in a different way to me being his. I drove my lips over him and forced as much of him as I could into me, I sucked as hard as I could, and I licked and swallowed him as hard as I could too. His breath was increasing, he was up and running and I was praying that I would be the cat that got the cream. And when he came in my mouth it was the best cream that could have been served. It was 5 star, a glittering deposit of delicious soft hot soup of sperm. I let it rest on my tongue before I swallowed it, I swilled it around my cheeks. I even smelled it within my mouth, his taste, that first taste of my son's cum will stay with me for ever. I lay for a long time with his cock just in my mouth; I didn't want to let it go. I knew he was awake now because he ruffled my hair, I felt a glow surge up from some where near my feet right up into my face, I felt the flush of desire, pride, need, and the sense of belonging flowed over me. It had been a long long time since I had felt that kind of bond with someone, if indeed I ever even had. He reached for me, slid me up to him and held me close. "I love you mum, and I'm never going to let you go, even if you have to spend the rest of your life tied up and confined to the house, this is where you are staying." It was said with such tenderness, such utter longing, he needed me I knew now, I needed him too. My life had turned full circle in one night. I had gone from being an unhappily married woman, from staying with my husband simply for my son, to see he had the upbringing every child should have to being that chills lover, his soul mate, my life's companion. 8I was also pregnant now, my husband had always used condoms, Simon didn't, I never gave it any thought, and when I found out it was too late. I wanted the baby, and Simon did too. Our son was born nine months later, we are extremely happy, Simon's father wanted to know who the father was. "You must have been having an affair," he raged. We never told him of course, but I did tell him that if he ever found out, he would have a heart attack, "so don't ask," I told him, "okay?" Simon grinned at him as he left. Kendra Is Born Kelli's head reeled as she sought to take in the events of the last two weeks. Just 15 days earlier, her terminally-ill mother had attended her graduation from the University of Washington's School of Nursing. After weeks of feeling tired and run down, her mother discovered a lump in her left breast. A biopsy revealed an aggressive form of cancer that was inoperable. She worked as long as she could but was forced to quit some four months later. She was weak and frail but insisted on attending. Only one week later, she had summoned the courage to attend her only son's graduation from Auburn High School where Kelli had graduated just four years before. Kelli had wheeled her mother to the front row where tears of joy streamed down her cheek as her baby boy, Kenny, walked across the stage to receive his diploma. Mom didn't know she had less than three days to live but vowed to make this final pilgrimage in support of her family—or what was left of it. Her husband, Michael, had been killed in a car accident just two days after Kelli's own high school graduation. He'd worked a double shift to earn some extra money to help them save for her first tuition payment when a drunk driver crossed the center line and hit him head on. Michael died instantly. He was a fine man but often distant and emotionally unavailable for his children. Work consumed him and left little time for anything else. He'd done well as a mid-level manager but never managed to save any money. Even worse, he had no life insurance beyond the ten-thousand dollar policy his company provided. That covered his burial expenses, the immediate bills, and the cost of Kelli's first semester of school but there wasn't enough left to let her have her own apartment as she'd planned. Kelli was grateful for her mother's sacrifices and hard work those first two years. She kept the bills paid and did what she could to help out with expenses. Then when she got sick again two years ago, all that changed and Kelli found herself working full-time to pay her way through school and chip in what she could to keep food on the table for her mom and Kenny. Fortunately, insurance covered nearly all of the costs, but there were still all of the regular bills to pay. The one and only redeeming aspect of the entire ordeal was the $250,000 life insurance policy Mom had taken out after Dad died. After seeing how hard life had been without money, Kelli's mom understood the benefit of having enough money available to support a family for some period of time without facing bankruptcy. Her cancer diagnosis came just weeks after the two-year window in her policy closed before which they might have tried to argue a pre-existing condition even though she had no reason to believe the cancer had been there when she applied for the policy. That next morning after Kenny's graduation, Kelli found her mom uncharacteristically alert and lucid as she brought her some soup in the hope's she might be able to eat something. "No thanks, honey," she told Kelli. "I can't. I just can't, okay?" Kelli understood. "Honey," she said, "We need to talk. About you. About Kenny. About your future." "Mom, we'll be fine. Really. Let's not talk like this. I just want us to have a pleasant conversation about the future. Okay? Please?" "Honey, stop. You're a registered nurse now. You know there is no future for us. My time is measured in day—maybe hours. So please, let me talk, okay, Kel?" Kelli nodded and tried to stop the flow of a tear that ran down her cheek as her mother held her gaze with her eyes. "Don't cry, baby. I've had a great life. I just need to know you and Kenny will too. I need to know you'll look out for him. He's not like you, Kelli. He's different than most boys. You're smart, outgoing, funny, and well liked. Kenny's always been small, frail, and introverted. He's smart and he's caring. He's a gentle soul, but he needs you, Kelli. He needs your love and support." "I know, Mom. You know I love Kenny and I promise I'll look out for him. He's already been accepted to the UW and with the insurance money, well, he'll be fine." "Honey, it's not that. I know you'll provide for him. That's why I made you the trustee of his half of the money until he turns 21. It's just that, well, there's something you need to know about your little brother, Kelli. Perhaps you do. I don't know whether or not you've figured it out or if perhaps you've even discussed it, but we need to discuss it now—while we still can." Kelli had an idea where her mother was going but wasn't sure as she watched her mom gather strength and say, "Kelli. Are you aware your brother sometimes wears women's clothes?" Kelli nodded and said, "I didn't know, but I've suspected. My things used to look 'different' sometimes. I'd wash and fold a sweater and the next time I wanted to wear it, it looked stretched out slightly, like it'd been worn. My bras and panties, too. I noticed it increased after Dad died. Was that Kenny?" "Yes, honey. I've known about it since he was ten. I even saw him once wearing my things. I just couldn't bear to embarrass him and I never found a time that felt right to discuss it with him. I still don't know whether he needs therapy or encouragement. I was really taken aback when I saw him. I mean, he really looked a lot like a girl, Kel. His makeup was terrible, but his features were so feminine. I could have otherwise sworn it was you four years earlier." "I know, Mom. He has those eyes. The long lashes and the bright blue eyes. He's also got our high cheekbones and thick, dark hair. That plus the perfect white teeth make him look so much like a girl it's uncanny although he's also a very cute boy. Have you thought maybe this is why he doesn't date much?" "I can't really say, Kelli. He has offers. Girls do find him cute and I have no indication he's gay. He's just so small and so shy. I've always worried about him and since Dad died he's clung to me like a little boy. I'm so afraid for him, sweetheart. I know you'll be okay. You're strong. You'll be fine in time. But Kenny is so dependent and so tender-hearted. I guess I just needed you to know this piece of the puzzle, so to speak. So if you ever think it best to encourage him know I'd understand and agree. I just want him to be happy, Kelli. And you, too, of course. I love you both so much." Her mother's voice trailed off and Kelli told her to rest for now and assured her they'd talk later and to never worry about Kenny or her again. She gave her mother her solemn word she'd always look after her baby boy. Later that evening, her mom fell into a coma and remained in one until she passed away two days later. The insurance money was paid as soon as the death certificate was available. The money allowed Kelli to pay for the funeral expenses and to rent a limousine for the afternoon after the 11am service. As they headed back to their modest apartment, Kelli reached over and took Kenny's hand as he slid next to her and laid his head on her shoulder. "You okay, Kenny?" she asked. She heard his breath change followed by the start of a sob. "No. I'm not okay", he sobbed. "First Dad and now Mom. I'm not sure I can do this, Kel. I already feel so lost and all alone. Mom was everything to me. Well, Mom and you. And now you'll be working and I have no one left. Tell me what to do, Kelli. You always know. You're like Mom. You always have the answers. Please, Kelli. Make it better." Kelli hesitated for a moment and then said softly, "It's okay, baby brother. Kelli knows what to do. Kenny. I'm not sure if this is the best time to bring this up, but I know you're hurting and I think this will help. Kenny, I know about your secret." He sat bolt upright and started to speak when she said, "Shhh. It's okay. I'd never, ever embarrass you, Kenny. I'm not judging you. In fact, I approve. I think it's normal, okay, and just fine, and I want you to know I'm here for you. If you need me, that is. I mean, I'd be more than happy to help you do that only well, to make it better for you. Do you understand?" Kenny blushed a deep red. "I don't do that," he said firmly. "Do what, Kenny? What is it you don't do?" "That," he insisted. "I think we both know that's not true, sweetie. Would it make it easier if I told you Mom knew and that she cared enough to ask me to help you with it? It being you wearing girl's clothes, of course. She wanted me to help you. To make you feel good. To give you something to take your mind off of our loss." Kenny began to cry openly and again placed his head on Kelli's shoulders. "I'm so ashamed, Kelli. I'm a freak. I'm small, I'm shy, and I'm a freak. Everyone will hate me." "Kenny, no one will hate you. I don't hate you. Mom didn't hate you. We love you. You're a unique individual and you have a right to be happy. If that means dressing up like a pretty girl, then I want to help. If it means trying to overcome these urges, then I'll pay for therapy. Just know that I love you, Kenny. I'm here for you and I'll do whatever it is you need to be happy. Do you trust me?" "Yes. I mean, I think so. But this is just so weird. You've always looked out for me. No one could ask for a better sister than you. I love you, too, Kelli. Thank you for caring and for not being judgmental. Is this something we can talk about? I mean, really talk about?" "Of course it is! I want you to feel free to tell me anything and everything on your mind. Don't keep anything back no matter what. Total honesty with each other. That's the only way this is going to work. And no, Kenny, what you do is NOT weird. Okay? So which way do you want to proceed?" Kenny squeezed her hand tighter as he said, "I want to look like you, Kelli. Next to Mom, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Can you make me look like you?" Kelli squeezed back and reassured him, "Kenny, with the right hair style, makeup, and clothes, no one won't believe you're not my baby sister. So yes, I can do that. But first, we're going to need a few things, not the least of which is a new name. We need a girl's name for you, honey. Do you have one of your own or would you like me to name you?" "I've gone back and forth between several over the years. Can you think of one you like? I mean, Mom would have named me if I'd been born a girl, right? I'd like it if you named me, Kelli. Would you do that for me?" Kelli thought for a moment and said, "I like several names. However, I see only one clear and obvious choice for you, Kenneth. Tell me if you like it. If I was Mom, I'd have named you 'Kendra.' Do you like it?" Kenny let the name sink in. His eyes brightened and he turned toward his sister and said, "I love it, Kel! I absolutely love it. Kendra. That will be me. Kelli, I'm so excited I don't know what to say." "I do," Kelli said as she smiled. Kelli continued, "From now on, your name will be Kendra whenever you're dressed up as a girl; otherwise you'll be Kenny. Oh, and you can't wear my clothes anymore. I'm not upset with you for doing it before, but you need to have you own things. Especially your own bras and panties. Sharing them is just gross. And we also need a way to give some shape to your small but otherwise flat front and back figure of yours. We definitely have our work cut out for us, don't we Kendra?" Both of the girls laughed and Kelli took heart seeing her little brother—no, make that little sister smile again. "Driver, please take us to the nearest mall. We have a lot of work to do!" Stay tuned for Chapter Two where Kendra gets a makeover.