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Admission

By: beyondthegray



Just a little note: This story was meant to take place after the Long Weekend series.

Enjoy.

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Katie and I were at a local women only club. The interior was dark, with occasional subtle lighting. The music was pounding in my ears and the alcohol was flying through my veins. Katie and I were on the floor, grinding closely against one another. Seeing and feeling her move like that made me horny as hell. We started to make-out while still gyrating to the music. Her tongue explored my mouth, sliding along my teeth and battling with my own tongue. She would pull back occasionally to suck my lower lip into her mouth. She grabbed my ass, pulling me closer to her. I could feel her breasts crushed against mine, the sweat from our skin allowing us to slide easily against each other. Her hands roamed freely over my body, teasing me with her nails and light touches. God, her touch could set my body on fire. I could feel her riding my thigh, the front of her skirt inching up with every thrust. Suddenly I felt her bare pussy against my equally bare thigh. I gasped in response and momentarily broke our kiss.

She grinned mischievously at me and roughly pulled me back to her to resume our kiss. Damn! I couldn't believe she went commando in that short skirt. If she bent down or moved the wrong (or maybe right) way, someone was going to get an eye-full. I had thought for a while that perhaps she was a bit of an exhibitionist and this had me thinking about it again. Then a wicked idea occurred to me. I laughed inwardly. She would like this.

Katie continued to grind against me for the duration of the song. After it ended I led her off the floor. I knew she was worked up now. I could see her nipples poking through her top and I could feel her juices cooling on my thigh. I led her over to a different area of the club. Along the wall were several "rooms", four foot by four foot cut-outs in the wall. These cubes were partially concealed from the rest of the club by semi-shear curtains. They allowed you to see through if you were within a few feet; otherwise they blended in to the wall. This area was darker and a bit quieter, for more...intimate conversations.

I brought Katie inside and gently pinned her back against the wall opposite the curtain. I let my lips graze hers, making her chase me for firmer contact. She became impatient and used her hand to pull my mouth to hers. The kiss started out soft and gentle, but soon built to a breath-taking intensity. Katie's mound began to move against my leg once again as she tried to satisfy her growing arousal. I teased her, occasionally pulling my leg away to deprive her of the contact she so desperately wanted. I let my hands roam freely over her body, caressing her cheeks, down her chest, lightly grazing her breasts and nipples. I continued down to her hips and around to her back, letting my nails scrape against her skin. My hands wandered up her back to her shoulders and then back down, feeling the goose bumps I had left in my wake. I let my hand come to rest on her hips. I slowed her movements on my leg. I let my lips make their way back to her ear, stopping to nip and lick along her neck. She gasped at my mouth's activities and used her hands to steady herself on the wall. I traced my tongue around in her ear and pulled back slightly once I heard her breathing heavily.

"No panties tonight hmmm?" My warm breath moved across her ear.

"No panties and a short skirt? You know if you bent down or sat down someone would see your bare pussy. You wouldn't want that would you?" I let my hands move up to cup her breasts lightly. A light nip on her ear lobe.

"Or maybe you do. Does it make you wet to think of a complete stranger seeing your naked mound? What would they think of you? What kind of slut goes around inviting strangers to look at her sopping cunt? Were you hoping that it would turn them on? Maybe they would go home and masturbate thinking about you. Does it make you hot to think of someone plunging her fingers into her soaking cunt and teasing her hard clit while fantasizing about your exposed pussy?" I received no answer, but I did not expect one. My words were having the desire effect on her; I could feel her chest heaving beneath my hands. I started to massage her breasts, making sure to avoid her nipples.

"Or did you expect to get fucked right here? Were you hoping to ride your sensitive clit on my hard thigh to a thunderous climax right on the dance floor?" I flicked my fingers over her nipples. She gasped. I continued, "All those people around you...do you think they would notice? Would you be able to keep your cries and screams of pleasure to yourself, even as I grabbed your ass and forced you down harder on my leg?" I focused solely on her nipples, rolling them between my fingers and sometimes pinching them. She whimpered. "Or perhaps you would want them to hear?"

I paused to tease her ear again, tracing along its perimeter with my tongue. She shivered at the touch. I pulled her nipples away from her chest, her back arched in attempt to follow my hands. I let her hard buds slip through my fingers when they could be pulled no further.

"Oh God!" The first words I had heard from her in quite some time.

I let my hands slide down, past her hips to the bottom of her skirt. My hands moved up the insides of her thighs, gently nudging her legs apart. My hand cupped her mound. I allowed my fingers to trace along her lips, up and down, up and down. I slowly sunk one finger fully in her liquid center and started moving it steadily in and out.

"No, Caitlin please. Not here." I grinned at her feeble protest. She made no attempts to stop me.

I pulled my wet finger out of her pussy and immediately replaced it with one from my other hand. I let my dripping finger com up and trace along her lips. She quickly licked them clean. I placed my finger on her lips, waiting for her to open and accept it. She hesitated for only a moment before opening. I slid my finger in, feeling her sucking it in and circling it with her tongue. I slowly moved my finger in and out of her mouth, matching the rhythm of my finger in her pussy. Her breathing became erratic as she continued to suck on my finger as if it were a miniature cock.

"No? Your body says yes. Your pussy is all hot and wet and ready for me. I can feel it gripping my finger. Can you feel it? Your lips are swollen and so responsive to my touch. I can feel your nipples, so hard, digging into my chest. I bet you would like me to take one in my warm mouth and soothe that aching feeling you have. Can you feel my hot mouth enveloping your throbbing nipple, lashing it with my tongue? Wouldn't you like to feel my mouth sucking hard on your buds and grazing them with my teeth?" I removed my finger and shifted to circle her clit. "And your clit," I pressed harder and felt her tense, "I can feel it throbbing under my fingers, poking out of its hood. Can you feel it throbbing and growing under my finger? Does it feel good?"

I pulled my finger from her mouth, hearing the oddly satisfying popping noise it made as it came out of her mouth. I paused and, hearing no response, I removed the pressure on her clit. She hunched her hips, looking for my fingers.

"Hmm? Does it?"

"Yesss." She answered in a long, drawn-out hiss.

I returned to her clit. Putting a finger on either side of it, I began stroking it. Her clit was pinned between my two fingers, her hood being pulled up and down with each stroke.

"Oh...Caitlin not ahhhere. What if ssssomeone comesss?"

I chuckled, "Don't worry. The only one that will be coming is you."

She groaned and her head tilted back against the wall. I felt her legs shaking. She was getting close. I moved my fingers back to her slot. I teased her, moving my fingers along her slit, but not entering.

"You do want to cum don't you?" I asked, still gliding along her entrance.

"Yes!" she answered explosively in one breath.

I sunk my fingers into her quickly. She moved her hips in rhythm with my thrusting.

"My, you're soaked. I can hear your juices sloshing around in your cunt. I don't know if I've ever seen you this wet. Is it because I'm fucking you in public? Is it because any moment someone could walk by and see and know exactly what I'm doing to you?"

I felt her muscles contract at my last question, "Fuck! Yes."

She was on the edge again. I removed my fingers and used both of my hands to pull her skirt all the way up. Her pussy was now completely exposed to the open air. Her ass was bare now too, resting against the cool wall. I could've sworn that I saw her juices begin to roll down her thighs at being open completely. I heard her make a strange noise in her throat that I found infinitely sexy.

"There. Now if anyone comes by they can see everything." My body was still blocking most of the view, but there was no doubt that Katie felt exposed. I moved my fingers back and started fucking her again. "But isn't that what you wanted? You wanted them to see your naked, wet cunt, didn't you?" I took my other hand and began to stroke her large clit between my thumb and pointer finger.

"Yes!" I could feel her trembling. I knew she was close, but I wanted to keep her on the edge a while longer. I constantly changed my pace with my fingers, never letting her hips catch up with me. I stroked her clit lightly to let her calm down as she tried to meet my fingers to increase the pressure. I slowed the pace of my fingers in her cunt, making her hips move to keep the thrusting movement going. When she would finally settle, I would increase my efforts, driving her to the edge again.

"You want them to see what a slut you are? You already look like one. Your legs spread so wide and you humping my hand in the middle of a club. You want to let your juices gush all over your naked pussy and dribble down your thighs?" Tap, tap, tap on her clit.

Her legs were shaking, straining to keep herself up. Her breathing was heavy and irregular. I could see her sweating profusely. The smell of her arousal permeated the air.

"Please. Oh Caitlin please!"

"Tell me what you want." I knew I was driving her to the edge of her sanity.

"I-arghh...want to c-cum!"

"You mean want me to make you cum like the slut you are, your wet, juicy cunt cumming all over my hands?"

"YES! Please make me cum like the slut I am. Make my wet, juicy cunt cum on your hands!"

That was the admission I had been waiting for. I resumed the stroking on her clit.

I whispered, "I hope you don't scream too loud babe. Wouldn't want anyone to hear," my grin evident in my voice.

I picked up the pace with my fingers and moved my mouth down to her nipple. I bit Katie's nipple and felt her go stiff. She inhaled, and in the next instant her cream was pouring over my hand, her muscles gripping my fingers tightly. I heard her scream and thought, for a moment, that she might be heard over the thumping music. Her hips were now jerking wildly and I struggled to keep my fingers on her clit. I used my body to control her movements as much as I could. I wanted her orgasm to last as long as possible.

I moved my fingers in and out faster while pinching her clit. 

"Ohhhhh...mmm...AHH!"

She moaned and I felt her entire body tremble. The cum was literally leaking out of her as I continued to stroke her. I felt as though I could feel the waves of her pleasure washing over her body. Her climax must have lasted at least a minute. I slowed and then stilled my hands as I felt her calm. I looked up and saw her eyes were still closed. Her chest was rapidly rising and falling and her hands were clutching the wall. I smiled at her and moved my head down level with her pussy.

I tentatively licked along her slot and felt her jump.

"Caitlin! Not again please." Her hands went to pull my head away, but she was too weak. My body was no longer blocking her from view and I knew she could now see out through the curtain. She could see all the people on the floor dancing, clueless as to what was going on a little distance away from them. I could only imagine Katie's excitement at the site.

I pulled her lips apart with my thumbs and stuck my tongue deep in her hole. I started to tongue-fuck her in earnest. I knew she wouldn't last long because she was sensitive from her last orgasm. I pulled my mouth up to her clit and began to lightly suck on it. I eased one finger in her pussy and, once it was good and wet, I worked it into her ass. Her hands gripped my head, pulling at my hair. I sucked her clit harder while whipping it with my tongue as I continued to pump in and out of her rosebud. She shrieked and her hips uncontrollably humped my face. My mouth struggled to keep up with the copious amount of fluids that were dripping out of her pussy. I could feel her shaking as she gasped for breath.

I withdrew my finger from her ass and rose to hold her. She leaned heavily on me, her head resting on my shoulder. I could feel the aftershocks running through her body as I rubbed her back to help calm her.

After about five or ten minutes she leaned back against the wall.

"You bitch. You nearly killed me," but she smiled as she said it. I laughed and moved forward to kiss her briefly.

"Ready to go?" I asked, lightly touching her cheek as I looked into her eyes. She pulled her skirt down and started to walk forward.

"Ugh, I can't move."

I grinned at her and wrapped my arm around her waist to help support her, "Come on."

She wobbled a bit as she tried to walk, "I've never come so hard in my life," she paused, "How did you know?"

I shrugged, "I don't know...little clues you dropped without knowing that I picked up on."

We were silent for a while but when we reached the car I heard her speak, "You sure as hell better believe I'll have your ass for that."

I smiled. Oh, I knew. I knew and I was already looking forward to it. 

Admission



"I'm not coming over." I said firmly into my cell phone.

"Oh come on girl! I've already rented 'Thelma and Louise' . I know you've always wanted to see that movie." begged my best friend Katrina. "I'll cheer you up. I promise."

"Trina, I don't know if that's such a good idea. I won't make very good company." I had told Trina that I had had a pretty bad day as an excuse not to come over her house for Movie Night, a little social she hosted for her friends at least once a month. The truth was, I had been avoiding her lately on purpose.

"Morgan, what's wrong with you? I haven't seen you in a few days. Did you have more feelings for Tracy than you let on?" Katrina and I had been close since college, and we never went more than a week without seeing each other, if only to stop by and say hello.

"No. Tracy and me were a temporary item. We didn't love each other."

"So what's wrong? Come on, More. Spit it out already!"

I opened my mouth to tell her the truth, but decided against it. I would only be setting myself up for heartbreak. Katrina, although she had her little kinks, was heterosexual. It would be best for our friendship if I didn't say anything to make her feel uncomfortable, or, at worst, make her hate me. Although Katrina knew I was a dyke, I didn't know how she would react if she knew I had those feelings for her. Losing her as a friend was something I didn't want to think about. "It's nothing. Really. Nothing important." I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"It's obviously something if you've been avoiding me." she replied. "You know if you don't come over, I'll just have to come over there."

"No! That's okay. I'll be right over." I hung up the phone quickly. Katrina would make good on her threat to come over. She had done it before and harassed me until I gave in. I just didn't know how I could keep my feelings for her a secret with the two of us alone. Two weeks earlier, we had been at the movie theater, watching a horror flick. On a whim, I had leaned in close for a kiss, but hesitated. Luckily, it had been dark, and I didn't think she noticed. Still, it was too close a call for me, someone who's usually calm and reserved. It was better if I went to Movie Night, and was around a group of friends. Not just Katrina. Hopefully then, I could control myself.

I put on a comfortable sweater(Katrina always kept the air turned up in her apartment) and khakis, but soon fussed over them, wondering if Katrina would think I was fat. I had to tell myself Katrina wouldn't give a shit because we were friends, not lovers. Eventually, I pulled myself together, and left.

When I arrived at Katrina's place, I was surprised to see Vicki and Donohue's cars were missing. They usually were on time. Concerned, I parked and ran to Katrina's apartment. I knocked on the door, and Katrina opened it quickly. My breath caught in my throat, momentarily forgetting what I was about to say. Katrina, was, as usual, gorgeous. Her hair, which hung in loose black curls past her shoulders, glistened with water. Her face was heart-shaped, with big brown eyes, a cute nose, and lips that would give Angelina Jolie a run for her money. I was finding it difficult to restrain myself from touching her beige-tan skin. 

"Morgan? You okay?" She asked, toweling her hair dry.

I kept my eyes on her face so I wouldn't look at her body. "You're wearing a towel."

"Sorry." she said, grinning. I bit my lip. Her smile was her best feature, lighting up her whole face. "I wanted to freshen up before you came over. I had one hell of a workout today."

I gulped. The last thing I needed to picture was her working out or showering. "Where's Vicki and Donohue?"

"I'm sure they'll be here in a few minutes. Have a drink while I get dressed." She took her time walking to her bedroom, and I took the opportunity to guiltily admire her behind. She had a round ass if ever there was one. The skimpy towel she was wearing didn't hide any of her curves. I forced myself to open her fridge for a drink. Unfortunately, all she had was Heineken and Baileys Irish Cream. I frowned and changed my mind. The last thing I needed to do was to get fucked up and tell the truth. I closed the fridge and went into the living room to slouch on the couch miserably.

After about ten minutes, I was getting nervous. Katrina was pretty low maintenance. Jeans and a t-shirt were her most common accessories. What the hell was taking her so long? "Trina? What's going on in there? Did you fall in the toilet?"

I heard Trina's muffled laughter. "Come and find out."

Although I was tempted, Katrina was a notorious flirt with everyone. Male and female. I assumed she wasn't serious. "Stop playing Katrina. Vicki and Donohue are going to be here any minute."

"Then you better hurry and find out fast."

"No." I folded my arms stubbornly.

"Are you scared of a little surprise? Open the door, Morgan."

"I really don't feel like playing games today, Katrina. Could you just come out here already?"

"As you wish." Katrina threw her door open and strode out wearing a black leather bustier, a thong with fishnet stockings and garters, and black high heels. Her dark red lipstick and black eye shadow made her look frightening, not to mention the fact she was brandishing a riding crop.

I jumped off the couch. Katrina had told me about her D/s fetish, but I had never expected her to show me. "Katrina, why are you wearing all that?"

"You'll soon find out." she grinned evilly, licking the handle of her crop.

I had one experience with S&M which wasn't a pleasant experience. I had once had a girlfriend who liked to be choked while we had sex. After attempting that once, I couldn't do it again. "I don't think so. Vicki and Donohue-"

"Aren't coming tonight. But you are." I shook my head in disbelief, even though I was still attracted to her. This was not my scene. If she dressed up as anything else, I would have gladly agreed to whatever freaky shit she had in mind. I simply did not do whips, chains and handcuffs. Katrina laughed at my reluctance. "For someone who's butch, you sure as hell don't act like it."

That comment burned me up. I was always the dominant female in a relationship. I had the shortest hair, opened the doors, and paid for the dates. And I damn sure wasn't afraid of anything. "Do you want me to dominate you, Katrina? Is that what you want?"

"Maybe some other time. That's not what I have in mind tonight." She turned around to flaunt her ass-less outfit. Her cheeks were more perfect than I had ever imagined. "Are you coming?" Whatever she had I mind, I decided I was up for it. I started to follow her in, but then I saw the new 'decorations' she had been hinting at for the past month. In the middle of the room, there was a hook hanging from a chain connected to the ceiling, a Saint Andrew's Cross that was leaning backwards, and two pairs of handcuffs on the bed.

"Katrina, I-"

"Don't tell me you're scared, girl." she grinned at me, sitting on her bed. "Come here. And close that door." I obeyed, letting my curiosity get the better of me. I had to admit, once the initial shock wore off, she looked good in leather. I wondered how she could breathe in the leather bustier she had on. Her half-covered tits rose and fell with her every breath. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. "Come on. Don't be shy." I went over to her and sat next to her on the bed. "I have a confession to make, More. I need your help with something."

I held my breath, hoping she would say she loved me. "Yeah?"

"I just bought all this new stuff, and I was wondering if you could help me try it out."

My little flag of hope sagged to the ground. "Oh." I felt stupid. Katrina was always a flirt in every situation. Why had I thought tonight would be any different?

"Don't say that! It'll be fun! You like being adventurous with me, don't you?"

I looked away from her. "This isn't really my thing."

"That girl you had was a real freak!" We both laughed at the joke. "But seriously. Most subs don't want to be strangled. They just want someone they can trust. Someone to make them feel special." Katrina ran her crop handle over her neck suggestively. "As a matter of fact, some people are submissive and don't even know it."

I folded my arms in irritation. "What would I have to do?"

"Just obey my instructions. That's it." she grinned. 

"That's it?"

"Yup. This equipment is more fragile than it looks, so it's very important that you do what I tell you."

I covered my eyes with my hand. "Okay. I'll do it."

"Great!" she told me. "Now take off your clothes."

I froze. "What?"

"You have to do exactly what I say, More. It'll be okay." she reassured me, patting my hand.

"Katrina, of all the crazy shit we've done, I have to say, this tops everything."

"Well," she admitted, biting her lips, "I was hoping it would." Before I could give her a weird look, she continued. "Oh come on. We'll try out some of my equipment, and then we can chill out with a little Bailey's Irish Cream. How does that sound?"

The Bailey's did sound good at a time like this. "Alright. But I'm not getting shit faced."

When Katrina beamed at me, I knew it was all worth it. "Good. Now get undressed while I get these straps ready." She went to the cross and started loosening the ankle and wrist straps. I undressed myself hurriedly, and tried to hide as much of my boobs and pussy as I could with my hands. Katrina laughed at me. "It's nothing I haven't seen before, Morgan."

"You don't think I look fat?"

"Of course you're not fat! Girl, get on that cross! You're so silly." My cheeks burned at my own lack of confidence, but I got into position on the cross, and Katrina strapped me in. At once, I was uncomfortable. My legs were spread wide, and my hands were secured above my head. "Struggle a little. I want to see if you can break loose." I did, but my bounds held me fast. The cross didn't so much as move an inch. "Good. I'll be right back."

"Katrina! Don't you dare leave me here!" 

"Don't worry, hun. I'll be right back. I'm just getting a little something from the kitchen." She said, winking as she left the room. I just lay there, wondering what the hell I had gotten myself into. Was she coming back, or was this just a joke? When I heard her microwave turn on, I breathed a sigh of relief. When she came back in the room, she was holding a clear plastic bowl full of honey. "I hope you're not hungry. I didn't bring you anything." She grinned evilly.

"Well, gee, thanks." I squirmed a little in my restraints. "Are you going to let me out of here now?"

Katrina looked at me and giggled. "No."

"Trina, cut the shit. You can see that this cross can hold up my body weight."

Katrina shook her head, dipping her finger in the honey and licking it. "I have to give that a real test. But first, I'm going to eat." She started dipping her finger in the honey and pulling it out for slow licks. I closed my eyes, annoyed. I didn't want to look at her and get turned on.

"Are you done yet?" I asked impatiently after a minute or two.

"No." she whispered in my ear. I jumped in surprise.

"Don't do that!" I yelped.

"Don't do what? Don't do this?" She asked, dumping the rest of her honey on me, making sure to cover my breasts and upper thighs with it. It was warm and sticky, making me want to curl my toes in ecstasy. "Now, More," she said, whispering in my ear. "If you get any of this honey on my cross, I'll have to punish you." she immediately started licking the honey from my stomach.

"Katrina, stop! This is no longer funny!" I protested, not wanting to like it.

"I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm just having a snack." she grinned at me. She started licking my inner thighs, swirling her tongue next to my pussy.

"Trina, stop. Please..." I moaned. This had to be some kind of game. If I came, or showed any sign of arousal, she'd make fun of me. I just knew it!

"Okay. I'll stop licking you there. You might get the wrong idea." She relented, winking at me. However, she just moved up my torso, licking the rest of my stomach before stopping at my breasts. "Shit. You've got honey-tits. I guess I better fix that." She immediately started sucking the honey off my left breast voraciously.

"Kat-trina! Don't...please..." I panted. If she started on my other one, I knew I wouldn't be able to stop myself from coming.

"Oh, stop whining. I'm almost done." she told me in an annoyed tone. She started sucking on my right breast. I moaned, unable to hold myself back any more. I felt my pussy water, and I faintly wished I could touch myself. My legs started shaking as I silently orgasmed. "More?" She whispered in my ear when she finished, "Are you okay?"

"Uh, yeah." I managed to say. I tried to close my legs to hide the fact that I was leaking pussy juice all over her cross, but my restraints made that impossible.

"What are you doing?" asked Katrina, looking at my thighs. She looked shocked when she saw my arousal. "Shit, Morgan! Did you have to cum all over my equipment? This is going to have to cleaned now!"

"Well, I told you not to-"

"Don't get an attitude with me, More. That would not be a good idea." she looked really pissed off.

"What are you talking about?"

"That's it! I'm getting the crop!" She took the riding crop that she had left lying on her bed and brandished it at me threateningly.

"You can't do that to me Katrina! I'm your best friend! Please don't!"

"I've had just about enough of your mouth, young lady!" She turned on her heel and retrieved a black silk scarf from her dresser drawer and forcefully gagged me with it. "There. All better." Once I was gagged, she lost her angry expression, and went back to her teasing attitude. She trailed her riding crop handle down my torso, teasing my pussy with it. I tried to shift away from it, but of course, I couldn't go anywhere. "What? You don't like that?" I shook my head no. "Relax, and you might really enjoy yourself." I shook my head again. "I'm going to be honest with you, Morgan. I'm curious about the way you've been acting lately." She spider walked her fingers across my stomach. "I know you've been keeping something from me. I guess I'm going to have to get a little...rough to get to the bottom of your little secret." She aimed a blow to my inner thigh, stinging my still-wet skin. I grunted around the gag. "Did you like that?" I shook my head. Katrina licked the spot where she had hit me. "Did you like that?" I looked away, trying not to look at her. "Good." Katrina struck me several times, and each time, she would follow up with a kiss or lick. I didn't want to like it, but I did. I was losing the game. Katrina removed the gag.

"You're a sadistic bitch!" I cried in frustration. "What the hell is wrong with-" Katrina gagged me again.

"Let's try this again!" Katrina continued to strike me, this time, focusing on my stomach. I started to feel weak. Katrina stopped to remove my gag. "Are you giving in?" 

"What do you want from me?" I just wanted her to stop.

"I want to know what's been going with you. You've been avoiding me, and I want to know why." She seemed genuinely concerned.

"Is that why you're doing all this?"

"Of course! You can't avoid me for two weeks and not expect me to get pissed off. Now what's up?"

I shook my head. "This is twisted. Even for you, Trina. I'm not telling you a damn thing."

Katrina gagged me again. "Suit yourself." She started on my beasts. I cried out against my gag, biting into it. Eventually, Katrina stopped and removed the gag. "Ready to tell me?"

"Now I'm definitely not telling!" My breasts were sore and tender. Even the cold, heavy air made them sting.

"Teasing hasn't worked, pain hasn't worked...I guess I'll have to fuck you now." 

"What!?"

"You heard me. I'm getting the fattest dildo I can find, and I'm going to fuck you with it. Maybe then you'll stop hiding shit." Katrina pulled out a black metal briefcase from under her bed and removed a long, blue dildo. She pressed it against my opening testingly. "You're so wet, I don't even need lube." She slid it into me slowly, making sure my pussy adjusted to the dildo's thickness. I moaned loudly. I had never been a fan of oversized dildos, but watching the woman I loved fuck me with one quickly changed my mind. I lost myself in in the rhythm of her strokes, enjoying myself for the first time all night. "I told you I was going to cheer you up!" she grinned, slapping my tits enthusiastically. The pain only heightened my pleasure, making my pussy clench the dildo tighter. It didn't take me long to cum, making the cross shake with a long, shuddering orgasm. "Had enough?" she asked, flicking the sweat from her long locks. "Do you have something to tell me now?"

I nodded, deciding I could finally relent. Katrina released me from the leather straps, and I slid to the floor in a heap. "Oof!" I cried out, not able to brace myself in time.

"Come on. Up with you!" She told me, giving me a hand up. "Girl, you act like you've never been fucked before!"

"Well, not by best friend..." I whispered, still a bit weak.

"Sorry about that. Guess I got a bit carried away. I just can't resist fucking someone tied up." I didn't realize I was crying until Katrina touched my face. "More? You okay?"

Now I definitely couldn't tell her how I felt! It was just sex to her. Just a mindless, spontaneous fuck. "I just need to go home, right now..." The humiliation was more than I was prepared to deal with. I stumbled, trying to pick up my clothes, feeling more than physical pain.

"Whoa, girl. Hold your horses. You'll crash your car if you can't settle down. Just sit on my bed for a sec." I was too weak to argue, but when I recovered, I swore to myself I'd give her a piece of my mind. Katrina left the room and came back with some water for both of us. "Here." She gave me a bottle of drinking water. "This'll help."

I couldn't bear to be so close to her after what we had done together. "Katrina. I need to go home."

"Why? Didn't you have fun?" She asked, winking.

I calmly stood up and got dressed in an attempt to hide my ragged emotions. I tried to leave the room, but Katrina stood in my way. "Please move, Trina."

"Not until you spill the beans. I want to know all about your little secret."

"It's not a good idea!"

"What's the matter with you? Did you rob a bank or something?"

"If you care about our friendship at all, even a little, then you won't ask me this, Trina."

Katrina hugged me unexpectedly. "Whatever is, we can get through it together."

"I'm in love with you." I whispered into her neck before I could take it back.

Katrina sighed deeply. "I thought so." 

"What?" I pulled away from her. "You knew?"

"You tried to kiss me at the movies." She told me quietly.

I bit my lip, not wanting to look at her. "So...what now?"

"You don't think I went through all the trouble of setting you up for a little D/s without really wanting to fuck you?" I interrupted her chuckle with a kiss, savoring her lips. Katrina hugged me, and we enjoyed a slow, first kiss.

"You taste like honey." I said, grinning.

"Of course I do. I've been tasting you all night!" She chuckled, kissing me again.

Something in the back of my head just wasn't right. I broke away from her. "Did you have to hurt me like that?"

"The whip makes your body more sensitive. Let me show you." She moved her hand under my shirt and lightly smoothed it over my stomach, kissing me all the while. I moaned from the unfamiliar feelings of pain and pleasure mixed together. "Feel that?"

"Yeah. Is that how it feels every time? After, I mean."

"Oh yes." She grinned and we kissed again, getting to know our mouths. I trailed my hands down to her ass, gripping them firmly. "Do you want something else from me, Morgan?" Katrina teased, kissing the nape of my neck.




Admission of a Slut



******All characters are over 18. Just a heads up though. There is some ass to mouth action at the end of the story. So if you do not like that, this may not be the story for you. I welcome comments (even if anonymous), feedback, and story requests******

I grew up a very attractive girl. I kept my brown hair about chin length and have what I consider to be a wonderful smile. My tummy is not a fit as some but I keep it trim enough for my taste. My legs are long, firm yet slightly larger than most girls. I have a nice bottom that is well rounded from the only exercise I ever did as a kid -- weightless squats. 

While I consider my best attribute to be my smile the men and women I have been with seem to think otherwise. I was born with a very sizable chest that has yet to fade as I approach my mid 20's. What makes me happiest is that my breasts have kept their circular shape and continue to sit high on my chest. I will keep my cup size to myself but suffice it to say I was a 32EE in 10th grade and had grown a cup size by 11th grade. 

Now, one would think I would have been a very popular girl in High School with my breasts pouring off my chest. This was not the case for there is one other thing about me, which I have neglected to mention. I am deaf. My parents were ashamed of my deafness and more or less kept me shut away. My mother home schooled me and I spent most of my life squirreled away in my bedroom.

If it had not been for my brother, Jake, I would have had no friends in my life before the age of 16. My parents had a 'normal' son a year after me and they turned most of their attention to him. He was wonderful to me and was the only one in my family, other than I, who has learned American Sign Language fluently. My parents expended most of their energy on him and left me alone except for my daily reading lessons and whatnot.

When I was 18 my parents bought me a computer and that is where I have spent much of my life. There were three things that intrigued me most about the various computers I have owned. The first was programming. Being a bit of a deaf shut-in, I need some mental release and that is where I got it. Later I was able to turn this hobby into a career. It is the perfect for me since all the communication can be done with the written word.

The other was the internet. It opened so many doors to me and allowed me to 'chat' just like a normal girl. I learned what people were truly like and was finally able to tell people my true emotions. 

The third came from the internet and is really what brought me here today. The unlimited supply of porn. I'll never forget the first time I was surfing the web and typed in the wrong keyword. One click and I was changed forever. By day I would do my reading for my mom and putzing around with my latest program; but once everyone was asleep I would get lost in a world of the nastiest porn I could find. 

Eventually I purchased a vibrator and a dildo. I became addicted. I would stay up until three in the morning googling, "monster cocks", "anal with huge facials " and "dirty sluts". I could not get enough. To this day, I spend an hour or two every day pleasuring myself to all different kinds of porn. 

I was never very picky early on and just looked at what ever turned me on. I guess that turned me into a girl with more kinks than friends. Some of my kinks are less needy than others but one stands out as the master. After the first time shoving a dildo in my butt, I knew I was hooked. I love to try all sorts of things, but when I am super horny, my butt is going to need a lot of attention. 

This coupled with my fear of getting pregnant brings me to my first sexual encounter. I knew being 18 and having 32GG's, was going to make me a hot target, so I could afford to be picky. I wanted to be extra careful. I decided to use craigslist for my coming out party and wanted to be sure to find the right guy. I said my name was Belle, posted a pic without a face, and let everyone know that I was deaf and need special attention. I also noted that I would be dictating the terms of our encounter. 

I went to bed and woke up to an overflowing inbox. I quickly closed my post, sure that there must be someone of interest already waiting in my inbox. The first fifty or so emails came from someone who was illiterate, disgusting, or just sent me a picture of their erection. After a few hours of sorting through them I settled on about 10 that seemed to qualify. I sent them all a reply email and asked them to send a full pic, with head, and to describe some of their own kinks. I also said I wanted a full name, a phone number, and some more proof of id, if possible. 

Only one person responded within the guidelines , Brian. He sent me his phone number a very sexy pic. He said he was 23 and was in college. He was in great shape, and had a killer smile. He sent me his Friendster profile, which was the first time I had heard of social networking sites. I perused through his profile and decided to get my brother to call him. 

I waited till the next morning when my brother was getting ready for school. I told him to call the phone and ask whoever answered if he was Brian. If yes, ask him to answer yes or no to the question of if he wants to meet up with Belle. Whatever his answer, hang up the phone immediately. I told him that I would make it worth his while, and he agreed. 

Jake called and Brian finally answered. Jake stayed on script and hung up the phone quickly. He said Brian had answered yes to both questions. I was very excited. I ran downstairs and emailed Brian, telling him that I would meet him at his house at noon on Saturday. I told him I needed directions. Gathering some courage, I told him not jack off until then, and that it was ok if he blew his first load early, we were going keep going after that. Five minutes later I got his reply with directions.

The rest of the week took forever. By Wednesday I decided I should practice as much as I could. I practiced blowing my dildo. I had been doing this for a while now, and I felt like I was better at repressing my gag reflex than most porn stars I watched. I went and bought a bus ticket on Friday afternoon and wrote Brian a note of directions later that night.

On the bus Saturday morning, I read over the note. I was going over in my head which kinks I wanted to act on today. I underlined the phrase on the note, that said when I want something I will point. I decided that I would fulfill one of his kinks first, since it was one we had in common. I got out near his apartment. I realized I needed to be buzzed in but I did not want him to do it. I pressed many of the buttons, careful to avoid #309. I pulled on the door a few times and eventually I was let in.

I walked the stairs. Looking at my watch, I realized I was 10 minutes early. Nevertheless, I banged on his door, trying to catch my breath. He answered, dressed in jeans and an oxford. He showed me in and I handed him the note. After a minute or so of reading he nodded in agreement. I took the note from his hand and tossed it on the floor. 

I took my coat off, revealing the schoolgirl outfit I had on. I had black, chunky heels, white stockings, a short, red plaid skirt, white panties, a low cut white shirt, and a revealing white bra that pushed my heaving bosom together for maximum cleavage. I let him eyeball me for a second. Then I pointed at him, signaling for him to get undressed. He stripped down to his boxers and moved towards me. Shaking my head no, I pointed at his boxers then at the ground. 

He looked around anxiously before finally dropping trou. He had a wonderful body. A slender build with well toned muscles. Two away from a six-pack and taut legs. His penis was flaccid at the moment but I hoped it would not disappoint. 

Pointing at his flaccidness, I reared back and laughed. He hung his head. I walked towards him, and palmed his manhood. Bending over slightly, so he could see down my cleavage, I ground his withered penis into him and smiled at him. He realized what I was doing. I grabbed his penis and turned heel. Locating the bedroom, I headed for it with him in tow. I could feel his cock growing between my fingers. Whenever I felt him stiffening, I would squeeze tightly, enjoying the sensation of finally having my first dick. 

Walking towards the edge of the bed, I paused, still holding his hardening cock. Gripping tightly, I bent over slightly so my white panties would show. I ground the tip of his cock in my ass. The feeling of having a dick finally touch my yearning asshole made me breathe deep, even if it was over the panties. I yanked him into my butt until I thought he was as hard as I could get him. 

Pulling him towards the bed with his cock, I turned him around and pushed him onto the bed so he was lying on his back. His cock was slightly thicker and a few inches longer than my 7-inch dildo and it stood out from him like a flagpole. 

I climbed on the bed, got on my knees and straddled his face with my legs, so we were in a 69 position only I was more or less sitting. I pulled my panties down from my butt while his face looked up from underneath me. I used my hands to rub my generous cheeks as I teasingly plopped down on him before quickly pulling back up. Looking back down at him, I laughed again. Reaching back, I grabbed the back of his head and thrust it into my butt underneath my skirt.

He began licking as I grinded on his face. Finally he began tonguing at my asshole. It was heavenly. Lightly at first, he circled my most sensuous spot. I squealed and tried to shiver my ass further onto his face. He kept a perfect rhythm as he ate my hershey kiss. He was doing such a wonderful job I nearly forgot his throbbing cock.

I stroked it slightly with my right hand, balancing myself with my left. I could feel his tongue vibrating on my asshole and assumed he was now moaning with pleasure. I continued to tease with my hand, ignoring his thrusts for stronger action. Once he could take no more teasing, I stopped touching him all together. 

I took my shirt off and unhinged my bra. My tits were heaving. My nipples were hardening. I loved how I could no man could ever get less than a handful. His butt licking never missed a beat and I decided it was time to get a taste of his cock.

Bending over, he repositioned himself so he could keep licking my ass. I plopped my massive tits down on his stomach so he could feel them for the first time. I reached down with my left hand and began flipping my clit, hoping to orgasm during his ass licking. As for him, I lightly licked the tip of his rigid cock. I tasted pre-cum for the first time. I licked his entire shaft before moving to his balls. I tongued his balls for a minute or so before the main event.

I scooted up, forcing my young bottom into his face. I opened wide and stuck my tongue out. I slowly enveloped his cock with my mouth without closing down on it. My teeth bumped up against his cock at times but I refused to give him the pleasure of closing my mouth around it. He was licking feverishly at my ass obviously going insane with the teasing.

Eventually I felt the tip of his cock touch the back of my throat. I closed down tightly and sucked as hard as I could. His salty cock was glorious in my mouth and sent me to place I had never been before. With six of his inches buried in my mouth, the fingering, and the ass worship I was careening towards an orgasm. All that practice with the dildo was going to pay off though. I wanted to cum with this cock situated down my throat. 

I opened my eyes and saw his balls dangling in front of my face. Telling myself I would not stop until my nose was touching his sac, I began swallowing his cock inch by inch. I pushed his dick past my gag reflex and felt it bending down my throat. My eyes were tearing up, I still had two more inches to go and my orgasm was coming on furiously with his tongue lapping at my sphincter. I bit down slightly and forced myself further down his shaft until I eventually felt his sweaty sac rubbing against my nose. 

I came immediately. I could not breathe as Brian's thick cock filled my spasming throat. My whole body shook with pleasure as I felt my orgasm filling my entire body like a wave. My pussy was gushing everywhere as I fingered away. After I was done, I slowly withdrew his cock from my throat, enjoying every moment.

I spun off of him and got on my knees beside him. Grabbing his cock, I began stroking. I jiggled my tits for him and then buried his face in them. He molested them and sucked away. He kept two hands on them at all times and squeezed them like he had never seen a pair of tits before. I let him bask in my tits for a few minutes while I jacked him off. 

Pulling my breasts from his mouth, I motioned to his cock, my face, and made an explosion sign. He nodded, and stood up. Standing up with him, I undressed. I knelt down under him and placed his rigid cock between my tits. I pushed them together and moved up and down. Maintaining eye contact and smiling, I let him fuck my tits as I pushed my breasts together. 

Then I took hold of him with my left hand and stroked him. I took my right hand and began fingering my backdoor. I needed to warm up. Alternating between blowing him, deep-throating him, and jacking him off, I brought him to the precipice. I had his cock lodged in my throat as I rubbed my nose on his pubis when he grabbed my shoulder.

He pushed me back and I wrapped both hands around his throbbing length. I pulled and tugged as I squeezed tightly. I aimed him at my face the way I had seen porn stars do it. He leaned his head back and finally began covering me in cum. The first stream covered the entire length of my face and even dribbled on to my tits. He continued with his torrent of cum, glazing my face with every drop that was available to him. I felt so slutty, being facialized by someone who was channeling his inner Peter North.

Once it was over I looked up and smiled at him. I licked the cum from around my mouth, delighting in its wonderful taste. He smiled at me and started to move away. I grabbed his hips and shook my head. I was not done yet. 

My face was dripping with his warm seed, but it was time to get even dirtier. First, I needed to get this mans flaccid cock hard once again. I put it back in my mouth and sucked on his shriveled penis. I found there was still some cum left in his johnson as it dribbled into my mouth. It took a minute or so of twisting his flaccid junk with my tongue before I felt him hardening once again. I looked up at him, I could sense he was getting off on the fact he had some girl blowing him after he sprayed her face with his cum. 

I started finger fucking my rosebud in preparation. Once he was fully hard, I stood back up and bent over on the bed. I pointed at my bottom and bit my lower lip. Brian moved behind me and rested his manhood on my backside. His cock was over heating and it felt wonderful resting on my little asshole. 

He slowly pushed it in as my sphincter fought hard against his cock. It hurt a little bit, but not nearly as much as the first time I shoved a dildo up there. He put the first inch in my ass when my butthole closed down around the head of his cock. I started fingering my clit, amazed that I was finally being fucked in the ass. The pain was subsiding and the pleasure was sinking in.

He took his time as my virgin ass swallowed his cock inch by inch. I was beginning to sweat and I could taste cum on my lips again. I could not wait for that cock in my ass to fill my mouth with cum. By this time, Brian had about half of his stiff cock buried in my chute and he was not slowing down. 

The final half of his cock slid in easier as soon I could feel his pubis rubbing up against the base of my bottom, meaning my ass had fully swallowed his length. I loved ever second of it. I felt him starting to retreat, eventually pulling all but the tip out of my ass. He then plunged it deep within me. I started grunting, and I am sure I sounded ridiculous. 

Nevertheless, he did not slow down one bit. He continued to plow my ass. I realized early on that I was to inexperienced to cum from this. He slid his cock in and out of my ass for some time. Eventually, he rolled me on to my back so he could see my tits bouncing up and down as he leveled my backdoor.

After about three minutes of having my ass fucked while on my back, I decided it was time. I looked up at him, opened my mouth, stuck my tongue out, and pointed down my throat. 

He slid his dick out from my ass. I got back on my knees, and looked at his still rock-hard cock, straight out of my ass. Breathing deeply, I took it all in. I knew I was a slut, but I was amazing even myself. I slowly opened my mouth and let my tongue come into contact with his steaming cock. I had just an inch of his cock in my mouth when I closed my lips down. 

It was the sexiest thing we had done all night. Ass to mouth was officially my fetish. I promised myself right then and there that every guy I would ever fuck, would be getting ass-to-mouthed by me. 

I sucked on the tip of his cock enjoying the sluttiness of it all. I pulled back and opened my mouth wide. Guiding his cock down my throat again, I tasted every inch of his rigid cock. My tongue was in a frenzy, as I pushed him all the way down once again. I sucked hard, closing my lips around his base. I started fingering myself once again as I began sliding my mouth up and down his shaft. 

I couldn't help myself so I stood back up and planted his cock back in my ass. He fucked my backdoor for a minute or so before I dropped back down to my knees. Any girl who doesn't get on her knees after a good ass fucking does not know what she's missing.

I went to town, blowing him with no hands. I was in ecstasy as I fingered myself furiously while being throat fucked by a dick straight out of my butt. I wrapped my hands around his cock and started rubbing his dick all over my cum soaked face. I licked it a few more times before standing back up for the rear entry one more time.

Brian buried his cock in my chute. I dropped to my knees again and put his anal-loving dick between my tits. The smell of nasty sex was everywhere and I was now rubbing it all over my 32GG tits. Brian looked ready to cum again so I buried his bone in my mouth. 

He unleashed another torrent of cum that coated my mouth. Pulse after pulse my mouth was filling. After I felt ready to explode, he shot one more stream, causing my mouth to spill open. I quickly closed it again, trapping all his semen in my mouth. I let it stew in my mouth as I continued to blow him, bathing his cock in cum he unleashed in my mouth. 

I eventually swallowed it all. I stood up gathered my things. I went to the bathroom, and got dressed. I wiped the cum from my face with my hands but passed on cleaning up any further. Leaving the apartment, I nodded in thanks, put on my coat and walked out the door. 

I sat in the back of the bus and kept my head down, taking in the nasty sex smell still permeating from my cleavage. 



Admission of Guilt



*Disclaimer: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

**Explanation of: symbols When you see ">>>>" this signifies going back in time. When you see "

I put this explanation in because I am just so damned tired of readers complaining 'your stories jump around too much...' 'It's hard to read...' Lives are not stagnant; nor should a written representation of it be stagnant.

Chapter 1

She wiped down the counter while there were no customers in the shop. That was why Sandra paid her fifteen cents more an hour than the other two girls; when there was nothing to do, she found something to do.

The only negative thing that Sandra could ever find to say about Kaylee Richards was that she never smiled. She was polite and patient with the customers that came into the sandwich shop, not an easy thing sometimes, but she never smiled.

The door chimes rang out and Kaylee turned around to see who had entered the shop. Her pasty white skin went even more pale and her green eyes opened wide in horror.

She had seen that handsome face, seen those beautiful hazel eyes a million times, always in her nightmares.

"Hello, Kaylee," Grant Johnson said quietly.

"No!" Kaylee screamed out loud and ran to the rear of the sandwich shop. 

She fumbled with the knob of the 'Employees Only' door and flung it open, and then scrambled through and slammed it shut behind her.

"Um, Hi, um, help you?" " Sandra asked the tall, handsome young man.

"No, no ma'am, I wanted to talk with Kaylee," he said and turned to leave. "Please let her know I'll be back tomorrow."

Amidst her babbling and sobbing, Kaylee begged Sandra to take her home and when Sandra told her that the tall, good-looking man said he'd be back tomorrow, Kaylee started screaming hysterically.

>>>>>

Kaylee Richards looked up from the romance novel she was reading and froze. The guy that had just walked into the senior homeroom of St. Thomas Aquinas had to be the most handsome young man she'd ever seen. He looked like he could have been on the cover of the cheap paperback she was reading. Curly brown hair, hazel eyes and a dimpled smile. The khaki uniform did little to conceal his muscular frame.

His eyes stopped for a brief millisecond on her, then slid right past her and stopped on Peggy Campion.

"Of course," Kaylee grumbled and tried to resume reading her novel, but it was pointless. Romance was dead, non-existent in Kaylee's world.

She was bone-thin, five feet, three inches, and weighed ninety-one pounds. Her bright carrot orange hair hung limply down to the back of her thighs; its limpness seeming to emphasize her too large ears, sharp nose, and over abundance of freckles. She was absolutely flat chested and had little more than bumps for buttocks.

How could she ever hope to compete with Peggy Campion? Peggy had thirty-eight D breasts, a twenty-nine inch waist, and thirty-four inch hips. She had a pretty face, blonde hair, and a boisterous, out-going personality.

"Hey, I'm taking you to the movies this Friday night," Grant smiled as he walked down the aisle.

"The fuck you are," Steve Hebert, Peggy's boyfriend said.

"Wasn't talking to you, homo," Grant said and sat down at the rear of the classroom.

Steve glared at the newcomer; he and Peggy had been dating for two years and no new guy was going to just come in and steal Peggy away from him.

Grant ignored Steve; the looks that Peggy was sneaking his way told him he was going to take Peggy to the movies on Friday night, whether Steve liked it or not.

----

Peggy moaned, half in excitement and half in frustration. Grant's kisses were feather light, teasing. His fingers were feather light and dancing on her flesh. It was so different from Steve's clumsy grabs and gropes.

He opened his mouth and she opened hers for his tongue. He sucked onto her tongue and drew it into his mouth, rather than shoving his tongue into her mouth. Again, he was so different from Steve's clumsy attempts at kissing.

"Next time," he whispered into her ear. "Next time, I'm going to eat you."

"Says who?" she giggled coyly.

"You do," he said and cupped her pussy through her tight jeans and rubbed the heel of his hand against it for a moment, then walked away, leaving her breathless.

Finally, she regained her senses and let herself into her house.


"Aw, fuck you, you bald-headed bastard," Grant said into the cell phone. "I tried; she ran screaming and locked herself in the back room."

"Shit, I don't blame her," Adonis joked. "Lord knows I want to run when I see your ugly ass coming my way."

"Wow, Adonis, anyone tell you you one funny mother fucker?" Grant said bitterly. "Anyway, I told this woman that works there that I'd be back tomorrow; I'll try again."

"Take God with you," Adonis said.

"I do, I do," Grant agreed and flipped his cell phone closed.

He checked the flow of traffic, and then pulled his car back onto Highway 19. 

He drove to the next stop on his list, grabbed his briefcase and put his best salesman's smile on his face, although he did not feel like smiling.

----

Kaylee let herself into the small apartment and fixed dinner. A chilling thought came to her mind; if he knew where she worked, he might even know where she lived. Every little noise had her jumping, nearly screaming.

After dinner, she knelt by the couch and said her prayers. She begged God to help her, to protect her.

Finally, she took not one, but two sleeping pills and chased it down with a large glass of wine. Since she really wasn't a drinker, the wine had soured, but the pills and the alcohol did the trick, and she was able to sleep.

Chapter 2

Grant sighed in frustration; the older woman told him that it was Kaylee's day off. She was stone faced when Grant asked if she knew how to get in touch with Kaylee.

Finally, he went to the last stop on his list in that small town and was able to sell the florist shop owner the insurance package.

"And can I order some flowers, have them delivered tomorrow?" Grant asked.

"Honey, you can do whatever you want," the young man said and smiled seductively at Grant.

"Just flowers," Grant smiled.

He was used to this kind of attention. The difference was that today, he knew how to fend off the unwanted advances. He knew that violence was unnecessary.

----

Kaylee felt guilty for taking a day off of work, even though Sandra had told her that she had nearly two months of vacation time coming to her. She also felt trapped in the small apartment. There was no television; she couldn't afford to get the old one fixed, and she'd read every book in the apartment hundreds of times.

But she couldn't leave; suppose he was out there, just waiting to grab her?

>>>>

Kaylee heard the news; Peggy couldn't keep her mouth shut. She and Grant had gone all the way.

Kaylee felt like crying as she listened to Peggy go on and on about the intimate moment and about the sexual thrill she'd felt as Grant eased his large manhood into her.

"If he asked me, I'd do it," Kaylee confided to Gretchen Schenker, her best friend, her only friend. 

"Well, duh," Gretchen said. "Like everyone else would too."

Kaylee bit into the peanut butter and apple jelly sandwich and looked up. To say something to Gretchen. Her eyes locked on Grant's hazel eyes and she froze.

"Oh my fucking God!" Gretchen squealed under her breath as Grant let a small smile cross his lips. "Did you see that?"

"See what?" Kaylee asked, trying to act nonchalant.

"Grant 'I am a fucking god' Johnson just smiled at you!" Gretchen said, piggish eyes wide with excitement.

"Oh, really?" Kaylee asked, feigning boredom. "No, hadn't noticed."

----

"Dude, you got to try this shit," Kevin O'Brien whispered hoarsely as he produced the bag of crystal meth.

Grant watched as Kevin snorted a small amount, shuddered slightly, then smiled happily. He mimicked Kevin's actions and felt the immediate rush.

Years of frustration and isolation seemed to melt away. Years of living under the shadow of being Jesse Johnson's son, or of being Parker Johnson's baby brother vanished. He was his own man, standing in the light of his own star.

Jesse Johnson was a powerful attorney, a real mover and shaker in the Oil City courts. When Grant said the name 'Johnson,' people immediately asked if he was Jesse's boy.

Or, they asked if he was Parker Johnson's brother. Parker Johnson, fated to be the star quarterback of the University of Louisiana at Lafayette in 1994, just as he had been the star quarterback at North side High School in DeGarde. The season opener against Rice University ended that phase in Parker's life.

A Cornerback drove Parker to the turf, snapping both of Parker's legs. So Parker followed in Daddy's footsteps, becoming a fierce some attorney. But people still talked about 'what could have been...

Kevin had recognized the hunger in Grant and smiled; he had a customer for life now.

----

Kaylee pulled on the tee shirt and baggy shorts (with her thin legs, ANY shorts were baggy on her) and eavesdropped as Peggy prattled on and on. It wasn't hard to eavesdrop on Peggy Campion; she did not seem to realize what should be shared and what should be private. Nor did Peggy have any other volume but loud and brash.

"So, he's wanting to stick it up my ass, can you believe?" Peggy screeched, eliciting squeals of disgust or squeals of laughter.

Kaylee gasped; that sounded so vulgar, so vile. If he really did want to do something that disgusting and dirty, Grant Johnson just dropped a couple of points in her eyes.


She walked the half-mile to work and cursed herself for not calling Sandra and asking for a ride to work. She also cursed her father for not teaching her to drive.

"Not that it would matter," she said bitterly. "No money for a car anyway."

Every noise made her turn; every car was regarded with suspicion. Passing in front of the pawnshop, she wondered how much a gun would cost. That thought was quickly pushed away; she was terrified of guns.

----

His sales manager was thrilled; none of the other salespeople on his staff ever wanted to go to the one-horse towns, preferring to stick to the big cities.

Grant smiled as he laid the paperwork on Benny's desk; it had been a successful trip to Baylor Lake.

Except for Kaylee Richards. The mere thought of her wiped the smile from Grant's face.

If Benny noticed the smile fading in his star performer's eyes, he didn't say anything; just jeered at the three other salespeople in the office at that time.

"'Oh, I can't go there! There's no sales there!'" Benny sneered. "Well, guess what? Fifteen! He made fifteen new contracts; so don't tell me there are no sales there.

Chapter 3

"Flowers for Kaylee," Bobby sang out as he entered the sandwich shop.

"Wait, what?" Kaylee asked, shocked.

She'd never received flowers before in her life.

"Sign here," Bobby cheerfully said and Kaylee scribbled her name.

Bobby stood and waited for a moment, then realized there would be no tip forthcoming. Never having received flowers before, Kaylee did not know that a tip was expected.

Her blood ran cold. His name was on the card.

"Oh, what beautiful..." Shannon said as she came in from her sixth cigarette break that morning.

"No!" Kaylee screamed and hurled the flowers across the shop.

Shannon stood in shock as the vase shattered against the wall. She watched, open-mouthed as the normally so docile, so meek Kaylee began to stomp on the flowers.

"Going to need to go home?" Sandra asked.

"No!" Kaylee screamed.

"Okay," Sandra flinched. 

----

He checked his cell phone again, to see if there were any missed calls; he'd put his cell phone number on the card with the flowers. Nothing.

Bender was another one-horse town that none of the other salespeople wanted to go to. 

He smiled as he pulled into the parking lot of Robichaux Construction. The girls at Shapes Gym had recommended that he talk to Paul Robichaux about insurance. He vaguely remembered Paul; he'd been a year behind him at St. Thomas Aquinas High School.

>>>>

Grant did a line of the crystal meth, gave his clothing a precursory glance; everything was good. Without telling his mother or father good-bye, he bounded down the stairs and out the front door.

He drove out to Peggy's house. Mr. And Mrs. Campion were friendly as always; they were thrilled that their daughter was dating Jesse Johnson's boy. They'd thought Steve Hebert was a little beneath them; his dad was an automobile mechanic.

"Yeah, yeah, it's gotten a bit warm kind of early," Mr. Campion commented as Grant was sweating profusely.

He ignored the buffoon; why the fuck did Peggy always make him wait? He told the stupid whore seven o'clock, it was seven twenty.

Just as he was about to get up and walk out of the house, she waltzed in, making her 'grand entrance.'

Peggy was nervous; she could tell she'd irritated Grant by making him wait, by playing her little 'power game' with him. They ate the spicy Mexican food; Grant leaving a good portion of it untouched, then went out to the Basin; the local make-out spot in Bender, Louisiana.

His touches were grabs and gropes. There were no kisses.

"Been waving that fucking ass in my face, then don't want to put out?" he screamed when she feebly tried to push his hands away from her zipper.

At first she screamed and cried in agony, but by the time he finished pumping his raw cock in and out of her bleeding bowels, she was just grunting and sobbing.

"Get out," he ordered as he screeched to a halt in front of her house.

"I love you," she sniffed.

"Are you fucking deaf?" he screamed at her. "Get out!"

----

Cathy Richards stuck her head in and smiled sadly; Kaylee lay on her belly, reading yet another one of those foolish romance novels. Cathy could tell her daughter, the love and lust in those books did not exist in the real world.

Cathy Lee had met Tommy Richards at a CYO dance and was instantly smitten; he was tall and muscular and blonde. He scanned the meager pickings at the dance and smiled at her. She shyly returned his smile and he strolled over and asked her to dance.

Her girlfriends looked on jealously as the good-looking youth danced with the skinny redhead, then as the band was drawing to a close, offered her a ride home.

Losing her virginity was over before it even began. From that time forward, he expected either sex, or a blowjob every time they were together.

When Cathy learned she was pregnant, a angry, resentful Tommy married her.

Tommy junior was born five months after their wedding. Joseph followed, and then Kaylee (named after her maternal grandmother, Kay Lee) and then Chad followed afterward.

Cathy knew Tommy could be an affectionate man, a loving man; he foisted quite a bit of affection and love onto his three boys.

But between husband and wife, kisses were grudging, hugs were hurried, sex was stick it in and roll over and go to sleep.

Kaylee sighed. 'The Red Haired Heiress' was her all-time favorite romance novel. 

She was at her favorite part. Roger had realized that he truly did love the redheaded Fiona, even though he had simply married her for her wealth. Would it be too late? Would she leave him and run off to America with the ne'er-do-well Jay, a rake and a scoundrel that was only interested in Fiona for her money?

There were so many ships in the harbor; which one was his wife and her suitor stashed away on?

----

Monday morning, Peggy was unusually quiet about the purple bruise on her left cheek. She was also uncharacteristically quiet about the fact that she and Grant were no longer dating.

"I heard it was because he wanted to do a three way," Gretchen whispered to Kaylee as they ate their lunch in the noisy cafeteria. 

"A what?" Kaylee asked.

"You know, Peggy and him and one of Peggy's friends," Gretchen delighted in the scandalous tidbit.

"Ew!" Kaylee squealed.

Gretchen was Kaylee's only friend and Kaylee shuddered at the thought of doing anything even remotely sexual with the pig-faced, stocky girl. Plus that, Gretchen did not bother to shave her legs or her underarms for weeks at a time, and also had the beginnings of a mustache.

"That's what I heard," Gretchen nodded.

She was putting her lunch bag into her locker; Mom said bags cost money and if it could be reused they would reuse it.

"Hey, Kaylee, how's it going?" Grant said as he walked past her.

He almost laughed out loud as he heard the books and papers fall out of her locker.


"Uh, yeah, uh, let me see," the kid said, still studying the menu, even though he'd been staring at it for nearly three minutes.

Kaylee wanted to scream at the kid. The four people in line behind the kid also wanted to scream.

"Uh, yeah, okay, I want a roast beef po-boy, no pickles," the boy finally said.

"Yes sir, what size please?" Kaylee asked.

"Uh, what?" the boy said.

"Size. What size po-boy would you like?" Kaylee asked, gritting her teeth in impatience.

"Um, what size they got?" the boy asked.

"For the love of God!" one of the construction workers yelled. "It's right there on the fucking board! Small, regular, or king!"

"Oh, yeah, yeah," the boy giggled. "Yeah, get me a regular, no pickles."

"Yes sir, anything to drink?" Kaylee asked.

"Uh, y'all got..." the kid started.

"I don't fucking believe this," the construction worker yelled and stormed out of the shop.

----

"Oh, yeah, yeah, used to date, oh, damn, what was her name?" Paul smiled as he and Grant chatted.

"Peggy," Grant smiled. "Peggy Campion."

"That's right!" Paul laughed. "Yeah, we just finished doing a remodeling of her kitchen. Not Campion any ore, though. It's Dupre. Married Doctor Dupre."

"Still here in Bender?" Grant asked.

"Uh huh," Paul said.

"And you were dating that Cindy girl," Grant said.

"Still am," Paul laughed.

"The one from California, right?" Grant smiled.

He was glad he hadn't followed up 'That Cindy girl, the one that thought her shit didn't stink, just because she was from California.'

"What?" Paul laughed. "Cindy Jensen? No, no, I'm dating Cindy Broussard."

"The little red head at Shapes Gym?" Grant smiled.

He left plenty of material for Paul to look over, both personal and business insurance information, and drove down to his parents' home.

Margaret Johnson was very nearly in a stupor; three Valiums and several gin and tonics.

"Hi Mom," Grant smiled tightly.

"Oh, hello," she smiled and tried to remember what they were talking about.

"How's it going?" Grant asked.

"Fine, fine, your father should be home soon," Margaret, said.

"Mom, you eat today?" Grant asked.

"No, no, not really hungry," Margaret admitted.

She drank two gin and tonics while Grant sat there and was fixing a third when he left.

The girl at the rotunda fit in with Jesse's typical personal assistant. Young, blonde, and dumb. Her bra size exceeded her IQ by quite a few digits.

"It's not their dictation, it's their dick taking I'm interested in," Jesse guffawed to one of his associates.

It was hard to believe that such a well-respected member of the bar could be such an unbelievable chauvinistic pig. Grant repeated his name and again told the girl who he was,

He gave the girl his name again and told the girl he was Jesse's son.

"Um, you got an appointment?" she asked, not comprehending.

"Woman, please, just buzz him and let him know his son Grant is here," Grant snapped and immediately regretted losing his temper.

Chapter 4

Sandra waited until Kaylee made it up the flight of stairs and opened her apartment door. She honked her horn, and then backed out of the parking lot.




Admission of Guilt



Kaylee turned on the small radio, some background noise to block out the other noises; her nerves were at the breaking point. She bustled about, fixing the simple meal of hamburger and macaroni and cheese. A song she didn't like came on and she turned the dial of the small radio

"Crazy On You," by Heart came on and she froze, unable to think. That had been the song playing on the radio.

Dinner was a quiet affair. Margaret listlessly pushed the food around on her plate, Jesse ate rapidly, and Grant and Brandon ----ate quickly.

"You staying tonight?" Margaret asked Grant as he stood up.

"Damn it woman!" Jesse thundered. "Yes! He said yes the first fifteen times you asked that question! Yes, he's staying the night!"

"All right," Margaret snapped back at Jesse. "I just wasn't sure, all right?"

Grant's room had been relatively untouched in the six years he'd been away. What clothes he'd left behind, Brandon had long ago claimed. He smiled; the cowboy boots, however, still stood in the corner of the closet. They were too big for Brandon.

>>>>

"Fuck Dad," Grant thought as he ignored Peggy. "And fuck Parker."

That had been the only reason he'd even looked twice at Peggy Campion; Dad and Parker would be impressed with the girl and her blonde hair and big boobs. Her entire appeal, however, was skin deep. She was flighty, pretentious, arrogant and temperamental.

He'd liked Kaylee's looks the first time he saw her, and had learned that she was an intelligent, thoughtful, sweet girl. But her flat chest, multitude of freckles, and docile nature would have made her far too easy a target for Jesse and Parker to ridicule. And after they'd cleaned her bones of any scraps of meat, Jesse and Parker would have turned their scorn on to him.

"Fuck them," he said again and walked over to Kaylee.

"Hey," he said, pinning her against her locker.

"Uh, hey," she squeaked.

"I was wondering," Grant said in his low, seductive voice. "If you were doing anything this Friday night?"

He loved crystal meth; he had the courage to ask this sweet girl out, had the courage to not worry about being rejected.

"Um, no, no, I'm not," she squeaked.

"I'd love to take you to Manny's; you like Mexican food?" Grant asked, lips millimeters from her ear, fingers lightly touching her concave belly.

"Yeah," she agreed.

She would have eaten garbage if that's what he wanted to do; anything just so long as she was with Grant Johnson.

"Great, pick you up at seven, okay?" he whispered, sending hot shivers up and down her spine.

"She let out her breath as he turned the corner and giggled nervously; she'd not even realized she'd been holding her breath.

Gretchen mumbled her congratulations, and then didn't speak to Kaylee again.

----

Tommy was impressed with the young man; he was well aware of who Jesse Johnson was. Cathy was suspicious; why was this young man interested in her daughter?

Kaylee had selected her favorite blue silk blouse and a short denim skirt. She wore no bra underneath, and wore the sexy thong panties Gretchen had given to her as a joke. When she entered the living room, Dad and Grant were looking at Dad's latest acquisition a twelve-gauge shotgun.

"See, it's got this adjustable choke, next deer season we'll have to get together," Tommy said.

"Sounds good to me," Grant smiled.

Kaylee thought she would faint. Grant had her pinned against his car as he opened the passenger door for her. He ground his crotch against the small of her back, letting her feel his excitement.

The food was spicy and Grant smiled as Kaylee drank all of her water and all of his water before the waiter could come back and refills her water glass.

She also did not miss the fact that a dour faced Peggy Campion and a slightly sick looking Steve Hebert were three tables over, both shooting dirty looks their way.

"Ever been to the Basin?" Grant asked in his seductive whisper as he opened her car door.

"Um, no, no," Kaylee squeaked.

"Want to go?" Grant asked as he started his car.

"Um, yeah, yeah, sure," Kaylee agreed.

Her pasty skin became even more pale when she saw him take a deep sniff of some powdery looking stuff in a plastic bag.

"Um, what, what was that?" she asked.

"What was what?" Grant asked and turned the radio on.

"Um, that stuff. In that bag," Kaylee said and pointed to his shirt pocket.

"Meth, want some?" Grant offered.

"Um, no, no," Kaylee said, frightened.

He found a spot and turned off the car's ignition. The radio played softly.

"Um, listen, um, maybe you should, maybe we ought to ..." Kaylee stammered.

His kiss was so soft, a breath against her lips. His fingers lightly touched her face. Again his lips brushed hers, and then she felt his tongue.

This was what they meant when they wrote about 'swooning.' This was what they meant when they wrote about 'take her breath away.'

She shuddered slightly when she felt his fingertips graze her nipples through the material of her blouse. He was sucking her tongue, lightly touching her face with one hand, teasing her flesh with the other.

Her eyes flew open; he was reaching up under her skirt.

"No," she cried out and grabbed his wrist with both of her hands.

"If we still have time, we might still get by," the singer sang

"Fucking tease," Grant screamed in rage and slammed his elbow into the pit of her stomach.

"Let me go crazy crazy on you," the singer howled.

Kaylee sobbed as Grant drove in and out of her dry pussy.

"My love is the evening breeze touching your skin," the singer sang.

----

For the remainder of the two months they had school, Grant occasionally looked her way. She could not meet his hazel eyes.

His hazel eyes had tempted her. Then when he was through using her, they looked past her, she didn't even exist anymore. Now they mocked her and dared her to say anything about it, about him using her.


Sandra pulled the pale, nervous looking girl into the back.

"Look, you need to see somebody about this," Sandra demanded. "I can't have you walking around looking like death warmed over, and what you did to that poor kid yesterday was just short of unforgivable."

"He read the menu for five minutes, then stood there taking another five minutes to order!" Kaylee shrilled.

"I'm serious," Sandra said. "You need to see a doctor or something, even Shannon and Brook are afraid of you."

Kaylee burst out laughing; the idea that Shannon and Brook were afraid of her was completely preposterous to her.

"It's not a laughing matter," Sandra said loudly. 

"Fine, fine, I'll go see a doctor," Kaylee snapped. "Who's on our insurance plan? Oh, that's right! We don't have insurance!"

"Find a God damned doctor, Sandra hissed. "I'll pay for it."

----

Grant finished up the five appointments in Bender before ten o'clock and decided to swing south on Highway 19, go to Baylor Lake and see if he could catch up with Kaylee Richards.

"Got to eat," he smiled. "And their roast beef does smell good."

He called Adonis and let the man know what was going on.

"Pray," Adonis said. "When in doubt, pray. Ask God for guidance, direction, and strength."

"Yeah, yeah," Grant smiled. "I'll let you know how it goes."

Chapter 5 

The receptionist could barely speak English and Kaylee was tempted to tell the girl to forget the whole thing. Finally, Kaylee managed to get an appointment with the doctor for the following Friday.

"Friday?" Sandra asked. "That's our busiest day!"

"It was the soonest I could get," Kaylee said.

"Fine, fine," Sandra grumbled and waddled into the back to tend to the deep fat fryers.

At Eleven o'clock the lunch rush started. Kaylee kept busy, kept the orders coming, kept the line moving.

Hazel eyes.

His hazel eyes mocked her, dared her to do anything about it.

"Hello Kaylee," he said quietly.

Sandra heard Shannon scream, heard something thud to the floor, heard the murmur of several voices, then heard Kaylee chanting 'Ow, ow, ow.'

She came out and saw Kaylee hopping around, clutching her right wrist in her left hand. A man lay on the floor in front of the counter. Shannon huddled in a corner behind the counter, as far away from Kaylee as she could get. 

>>>>

"Grant Edward Johnson," Brother Dominick said and Grant sauntered across the stage to the smattering of applause and received his diploma.

A few more names were called out, again to the smattering of applause.

"Kaylee Ann Richards," Brother Dominick called out and there were only two people that applauded; Cathy and Joseph. Tommy said he was unable to get off of the third shift and Chad was 'too cool' to applaud.

In the parking lot, Jesse fiddled with his newest expensive camera and Margaret angered him by offering useless suggestions. Neither parent noticed when Grant turned and walked away.

In May of 2001 several young adults migrated to New Orleans. Grant Edward Johnson had two advantages over most of them. One, he was very handsome. Two, he had a bank account with fourteen thousand, eight hundred and thirty four dollars and eight cents. 

He located a motel on Conti Street; the manager rented the rooms out by the week; didn't ask questions and didn't offer answers. What he did have was a one room space with a bed, a television, a small dresser, a table and two chairs, and a small bathroom for one hundred and ninety five dollars a week.

Grant kept his eyes open and found what he was looking for. 

Kelvin 'Baby' Babineaux stood on the curb, keeping an eye open for the cops and for a potential buyer. At first, the good-looking white boy didn't register with him; the kid just looked totally out of place in the run-down surroundings.

Kelvin let a rare smile crack his face, showing off his gold teeth. Grant showed him the hundred-dollar bill and Kelvin nodded across the street to 'Dynomite.' They called him Dynomite because he looked exactly like Jimmy Walker from the seventies sitcom 'Good Times.'

Dynomite waited until Grant crossed the street before producing the small bag and Grant nodded his thanks.

----

KayAnn McDonald smiled at the good-looking boy and wiggled her ass in front of him. He smirked and slid a five-dollar bill her way and she dropped her bra to the floor of the stage.

She whipped her red hair around a few times, then sashayed over to a deaf man. His face split in two as she signed rapidly to him and he signed back.

"Bad boy!" she signed and he giggled and grunted and slid a dollar bill into her garter belt.

"Hey, how about a lap dance?" KayAnn asked the boy.

"How much?" Grant smiled.

"Fifty," KayAnn smiled.

"Too much," Grant smiled and shook his head no.

"Tell you what," she leaned close, breathing her bubble gum tinged breath in his face. "For you, forty."

"Still a bit pricey," Grant smiled.

"It's worth it," KayAnn said seductively and fluttered her green eyes at him.

"You know what?" Grant smiled. "What the Hell, why not?"

"Yay!" KayAnn laughed.

"So, what's your name?" KayAnn asked as she slowly brushed her small breasts against his chest.

She was a master at this. Her thigh brushed the lump in Grant's jeans. She could keep a man on the verge of coming for quite a while, and as long as they were on the verge of coming, they would keep the twenties coming.

"Grant, yours?" he said.

"KayAnn," she said; she did not bother with a stage name.

Grant stiffened and lost his erection.

KayAnn wondered what had happened; the boy looked like he'd been slapped. As soon as the song was over, he got to his feet and left the bar.

----

KayAnn dropped a few items into the basket and turned the corner.

"Hey, how's it going?" she heard the good-looking boy ask.

"Fine," she said in as cool a tone as she could.

Last thing she needed was some high school boy trying to hit on her. All she wanted to do was get her groceries and get home; it had been a long night.

"Grant," the boy said.

"Good for you," she said.

"Um, remember?" the boy said, losing some of his confidence.

KayAnn sighed. Why couldn't these idiots understand; it was a job. Just because she took off her clothes in front of them, just because she rubbed all over them, didn't mean she wanted to fuck. It was a job, nothing more.

"Tuesday night?" he pressed on.

"Sorry," she smiled an artificial smile and walked away.

A few days later, on her day off, she saw him again on the corner of Magazine and Canal. She smiled her artificial smile again and he smiled his warmest smile in return.

"Hey, how about lunch?" he offered.

"Got to eat," she agreed. "How about..."

She was going to suggest Antoine's. Stick this punk with a seventy, eighty-dollar bill, leave him all hot and bothered, maybe he'd get the point and leave her the fuck alone.

"Russell's Short Stop," Grant said and smiled. "Po-boys and a beer, how's that sound?"

"Okay," she smiled.

He wasn't as stupid as she thought.

----

Two weeks later, he caught her in a weak moment and after sweet and sour chicken and a few beers, she went with him back to his motel room.

She told him she was twenty-nine and smiled sadly as he told her he was eighteen. They made out for a few minutes before she stripped out of her clothes and got on her hands and knees, waggling her ass at him.

"Oh, yeah, baby, give it to me," she cooed, hoping this kid was a quick shooter.

"Mother fucker!" she screamed as he plunged into her pussy to the hilt. 

The head of his cock hammered repeatedly against the mouth of her cervix and was quite painful.

"Let me go, cock sucker!" she screamed and struggled.

Fear gripped her as he forced her face into the dirty pillow and continued to pound into her sore pussy. She struggled violently, but was no match for the younger, stronger Grant. He pinched her clitoris forcefully and she felt a tremendous orgasm well up in her just before she fell into blackness.

"You fucking ass hole!" she screamed when she came to. "You trying to kill me?"

"If I was trying to kill you, you'd be dead," he said and snorted some meth. "Want some?"

"Fucking right I do," she said and did as much as she could.

"Fucking bite me and I'll kill you, stupid cunt," he spat and thrust into her mouth.

She did toy briefly with the idea of biting down, but knew he would make good on his threat. She struggled as he continued to push himself into her mouth deeper and deeper. She couldn't breathe and felt blackness again begin to envelope her. He pinched down quite hard on her clitoris and she felt another tremendous orgasm well up just as she blacked out.

"See you around, okay?" she quietly said and let herself out of the motel room.

----

Grant stared in horror at the television. Both of the Twin Towers were ablaze; hijackers had slammed two 747 jets into the buildings. Next to him, KayAnn sat, also horrified.

"What do you think we ought to do?" she finally asked him.

"I think we should get married," he said and started to cry.

"Do what?" KayAnn asked.

"Baby, it' looks like the whole fucking world's gone crazy, like it's going to end soon," Grant cried. "I don't want to be alone, and I don't think you ought to be alone either."

She dug out her birth certificate and had the good grace to be slightly embarrassed when Grant did the math and concluded that KayAnn Bernice McDonald was actually thirty-nine, not twenty nine years of age.

----

Kaylee's brother loaded up her clothes into the back of his Volkswagen Golf. Brother and sister were silent as they drove the thirty-eight miles from Bender to Baylor Lake.

Joey's friend, Shelley, waved happily and showed them the apartment. It was a nice one-bedroom apartment, on the second floor of the three-story apartment building.

"And I talked with my mom's friend; she's got this sandwich shop," Shelley enthused. "Sandra says you can start right away."

"Um, how much is the rent?" Kaylee asked.

"Four hundred," Shelley said.

"And I've already paid the first month," Joey told her.

Kaylee cried, heart-wrenching sobs, as her brother backed out of the parking lot. It was her first night alone.


"Here, hold this to your eye," Sandra said brusquely.

This man was a lot of trouble for her and for her employees. Because of him, she'd had to send Kaylee home early, allow Kaylee to miss a day of work, and now, this man could sue the sandwich shop, sue her.

"Thanks," Grant said and put the improvised ice pack to his left eye.

Shannon held another dishtowel full of ice to Kaylee's wrist, which had swollen considerably.

"Go home," Sandra said to Kaylee.

Kaylee's heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. If she lost this job, she'd also lose her apartment. As it was, she was living from paycheck to meager paycheck. Even being out of work for one pay cycle would wipe her out. But she also knew that what she'd done was grounds for being terminated.

"No," Grant said forcefully. "She was only acting in self-defense."

"You sure?" Sandra asked.

She didn't want to lose Kaylee; Kaylee was the best employee she'd ever had.

"Yes ma'am," Grant said.

Sandra got behind the cash register and started waiting on the long line of customers. Shannon went to the back and began making the sandwiches. Kaylee took a deep breath, gritted her teeth and approached Grant. She held the dishtowel to her throbbing wrist.

"Thank you," Kaylee grudgingly said.

"It's the truth; you were acting in self-defense. Of course, you're about seven years late," Grant smiled.

"Yeah, well.." Kaylee said.

"Look, I know you got to get back to work, but I really do want to talk with you," Grant said.

"Uh huh, yeah, well, now's not a real good time," Kaylee said and hurried away.

His deep voice was so seductive; she felt herself being drawn to it, much like a moth to the flame.

He was even more handsome today than he had been as an eighteen year old. His curly brown hair was cut close to the scalp and there was a hint of gray, even though he was only twenty-five years old. His hazel eyes had small crow's feet at the corners, giving them an even warmer appeal.

Kaylee nudged Sandra away from the cash register and began taking orders.

"Okay, just don't hit me," the construction worker joked as he approached the register and smiled at Kaylee.

"Don't give me a reason to," Kaylee said and smiled.

"You know, you're kind of pretty when you smile," Shannon said and called out for Robert to pick up his order.

Chapter 6

"Tell me who did this; I'll go take care of them," Terri demanded as she looked at Grant's black eye.

"Uh huh," Grant said and smirked.

Terri was thirty-five years old, more than just a few pounds overweight, a heavy smoker, and horribly out of shape. Kaylee, as he well knew, packed a pretty solid punch.

After the meeting, Terri took Grant back to her house. Grant would have preferred to be in his own bed, but Terri insisted on being with him. He hated when she smoked in his house; it took days for the smell to dissipate. 

She undressed him and slowly, seductively undressed herself. He smiled as she showed him how she could lick her own nipples, then offered them to him to lick and suck.

He closed his eyes and imagined it was Kaylee that squatted above him, Kaylee's hot pussy that slowly took his cock in, inch by inch.

"You're so big," Kaylee whispered in his ear.

But he knew it was Terri, not Kaylee.

Terri's cigarette tinged breath was a huge turn-off, as was the lumps of fat here and there. It made it difficult to fantasize; Kaylee did not smoke, nor did she have any lumps and bumps. He shut out all other stimuli and imagined making love to Kaylee, touching her, kissing her, pleasuring her. 

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Terri laughed as she came down from another orgasm. "Mother fucker! Maybe I ought to hit you in the other eye!"




Admission of Guilt



"Don't think the eye has anything to do with it," Grant laughed.

Afterward, she lay, smoking a cigarette. Grant wondered how he could get out, leave, without hurting her feelings.

"Oh, Craig's letting me have Macy for Thanksgiving," Terri suddenly announced.

"Hey that's great," Grant said.

"You, um, you want to come over? Have Thanksgiving with us?" Terri begged.

Grant sighed. He'd talked with Adonis about this. When he and Terri began dating, he'd told Terri he was not looking for wife number two. Terri said that was cool; she wasn't looking for husband number four.

"Hey, as long as you honest with her, knock the back out of it," Adonis had smiled.

Now, though, it did look like Terri was looking at him as husband number four.

"Hey, having Thanksgiving with my parents, in Bender," Grant said.

"Oh, well, maybe you know, maybe Macy and me could tag along, meet your folks, huh?" Terri said.

He sat up and swung his legs out of the bed.

"Grant?" Terri asked.

"Listen, maybe I better go," Grant said and began to pull his boxers on.

"Yeah, maybe you better," Terri spat bitterly. "You got what you want, go on, get the fuck out of here!"

He pulled his trousers on and located his shirt.

"I'm okay to fuck, huh?" Terri screamed. "I'm okay for a fuck, but meet the parents? Oh no! No, I'm just a fucking piece of ass, that's all!"

Adonis was his usual laughing self when Grant called him.

"Hey, you ever tell her you love her?" Adonis asked.

"No, no, I mean she told me that a bunch of times, but no, I never said 'I love you' to her," Grant said and pulled up into his driveway.

"Then fuck her, oh wait, you already did, that's how all this trouble got started," Adonis said.

"Damn, Adonis, you one funny mother fucker," Grant said bitterly.

"Seriously, my man, you honest with her, didn't lead her on, didn't tell her you was in love with her, Grant, she's the one started getting all clingy, all needy," Adonis said. "Best thing you can do from now on, keep your dick away from her. Let her and her sponsor work on any resentments she might have about it."

----

Kaylee tightly wrapped the ace bandage around her sprained wrist. It throbbed incessantly, a reminder of the day's event.

She knelt by the side of the couch and said her prayers. Then she crawled under the covers. She was sure the throbbing wrist would keep her awake, but she was sound asleep in minutes.

The next morning she awoke and realized she'd slept the entire night through without a single nightmare.>>>>

Grant stared at the ATM. It refused to give him the five hundred dollars he'd asked for.

He printed out a receipt, which told him there was only twenty-four dollars in the account.

That stupid ring. That had to be it. KayAnn had wanted that stupid ring, something she could waggle at the other dancers, proof that her man loved her.

"Better get the fuck out my face, boy," Baby said through gold teeth. "Ain't any fucking charity here."

"Aw, come on, mother fucker!" Grant yelled. "I been giving you money out the ass here, least you could do is spot me some 'til KayAnn gets paid!"

"I said 'get the fuck out my face,'" Baby said and shoved Grant hard.

The luxury sedan almost hit Grant as he staggered backward. Grant caught his balance, gave the driver of the luxury automobile the finger and staggered to the motel parking lot.

Dynomite and Baby bowed and scraped sterilely to the passenger of the luxury sedan. Baby pulled a large wad of cash out of his pocket and handed it to the passenger. The old man turned to the burly driver, said something and the driver nodded his head and got out of the car.

Dynomite walked to the rear of the car and smiled and bowed and scrapedto the driver. The driver opened the trunk and handed Dynomite three large plastic bags. Dynomite reached into the trunk for a fourth bag and narrowly avoided having his hand slammed into the trunk of the car as the driver slammed it shut.

Grant smiled as Dynomite put the three bags into the trunk of his Cadillac. He watched Baby and Dynomite walk down to the bar, then disappear into the dark nightclub.

"Woo hoo!" KayAnn laughed when Grant showed her the large bag of meth.

"Aw no, this ain't fucking happening!" Baby screamed when they couldn't find their third bag of meth.

He watched the streets intently. By the third day, he knew what had happened to his missing bag. It wasn't what he HAD seen that tipped him off; it was what he HADN'T seen.

He hadn't seen that dumb ass white boy or his scraggly whore wife; both hard-core meth heads. Unless they found a charity that would give them free meth, or decided to go cold turkey, they had his dope.

"No, Grant, stop!" KayAnn sobbed as Grant pumped in and out of her dry rectum.

That was the only thing she hated about doing dope with Grant; it made him so damned horny. He'd already come in her pussy twice, then did another line of the meth and decided that he wanted anal sex.

He ignored his wife's sobs and kept his frantic pace until he was able to come again.

She lay in the filthy bed and sobbed, pussy and rectum throbbing and aching. Grant picked up the plastic bag and prepared to do another line. The bag was already half empty.

Baby kicked in the door, pumped two bullets into KayAnn's chest, and then pumped two into Grant's chest. He picked up the bag and spat on Grant's body.

Ain't nobody jack Baby, you hear?" he screamed at Grant. "Ain't nobody jacking me I don't erase them, you hear?"

KayAnn was pronounced dead at the scene and Grant's nearly lifeless body was taken to Charity Hospital.

After a seven-hour emergency surgery, Officer John Jackson handcuffed Grant to the hospital bed.

"That really necessary?" the intern asked Officer Jackson.

"Hey, hey, little meth head killed his old lady over some drugs," Officer Jackson smirked. "Just making sure the little fucker don't give us the slip."

"Not guilty, your honor," Grant answered the charges when he was able to enter the courtroom.

"Good luck with the court-appointed lawyer, sport," Jesse Johnson said flatly when Grant called him from jail. "Personally, I think a little time behind bars would do you some good."

Grant was inclined to agree with him; he was eating three meals a day and drugs were plentiful and high quality.

Baby got a little nervous; Grant didn't die and Grant could testify against him, put him behind bars for a good long time. Judges didn't look too highly on black men that killed white women, even if that white woman wasn't anything but a stripper and whore. 

Dynomite's little brother, a kid that called himself 'Rebound,' he had dreams of being a big famous basketball player some day, got himself arrested with three ounces of marijuana. It was just enough to where they would hold him, but not enough to put him away for any length of time.

Grant didn't know the young black kid that was suddenly very interested in him, but kept his guard up.

"Baby say better keep your fucking face shut," Rebound said as he lunged at Grant with the pipe he'd smuggled out of the laundry room.

Rebound wasn't as quick as he liked to think. Grant took the pipe out of his hands and beat the kid to death, then stuffed the body under a cot in an adjoining cell. The five prisoners in that cell looked away; they didn't see anything. He wiped the pipe clean of Rebound's blood and his own fingerprints and cleaned himself up.

"You got away with murder and you know it,: one of the guards hissed at Grant.

"Prove it," Grant smirked.

Grant was assigned a fresh-faced kid that still believed in the system, still believed in truth and justice and the American Way.

"Officer Jackson," David Schock said as he approached the arrogant, smirking police officer. "In your incident report, you state that this was a murder-suicide, that right?"

"Uh, yes, that's correct," Officer Jackson said. "The neighbors heard them fighting over drugs, then heard four gunshots."

"Okay," David said and flipped through the notes. "Where was the gun?"

"Uh, what?" 

"The gun," David repeated. "Both victims had multiple gunshot wounds, yet there was no mention of a gun being found in the room; there is no gun in the evidence docket. If it were a murder-suicide, wouldn't there have to be a gun?"

"Um, maybe he got rid of it?" Officer Jackson suggested.

"Bleeding profusely from multiple gunshot wounds, my client managed to leave the room, dispose of the gun, come back, kick the door open, as showed in this photograph, marked Peoples' Exhibit eighteen A, then lay down on the floor. Not on the bed, next to his wife, but on the floor, is that what you're saying, Officer Jackson?" David Schock asked.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, that's what it looks like," Officer Jackson stammered.

"Tell me, Officer Jackson," David pressed on. "Did my client have any gunshot residue on his hands?"

"Uh, no, no, the test came back negative," Officer Jackson admitted. "But he probably had gloves on."

"Which he disposed of when he got rid of the gun, right?" David asked sarcastically. "You know, Officer Jackson, I'm looking at the crime scene photographs and I don't see any blood on the floor, or any blood on the mat outside of the door. How is it possible, Officer Jackson, if Brant Johnson was bleeding from multiple gunshot wounds, how is it possible that he left the room, disposed of the gun and his gloves, came back, had to kick the door in, then stagger over to where his nearly lifeless body was found, but didn't get any blood anywhere? I mean, other than the blood underneath him?"

"Um, I guess," Officer Jackson stammered.

"Your Honor, I move that the charges against my client be dismissed; it is obvious that he had nothing to do with his wife's murder, or the attempted murder of himself," David addressed the Judge.

The judge agreed and Grant Johnson walked out of the courtroom, a free man, nearly three years after the murder of KayAnn Bernice McDonald Johnson.

----

Shelley drove Kaylee to St. Thomas Aquinas for Joey's funeral. In the note he'd left behind, Joey said he couldn't pretend anymore, but knew he'd never be accepted.

Her parents did not acknowledge her, although her mother did look at her sadly for a moment; until Tommy roughly jerked Cathy away.

After the funeral, Shelley drove them back to Baylor Lake.

"I was his lover," Shelley admitted.

"I know that," Kaylee told him.

"Why'd he have to do that?" Shelley screamed. "Why?"

"I don't know," Kaylee sobbed.

Now she was truly all alone; her brother, the only one that ever told her she was beautiful, was gone.


Grant sighed as Terri rambled on and on, not sharing on the topic, but just ranting and railing against him to the group. She wasn't using his name specifically, but it was obvious to all who she was talking about.

"Fucking call your sponsor," Leroy finally said. "God damn, woman, I come to these meetings to hear the solution, not the problem."

"Fuck you," Terri snapped. "I'm a member of this group; I have every right to share whatever I want to."

"Terri, we do ask at the beginning of this meeting that you stick to the topic and that you share your experience, strength and hope," the chairperson tried to gently and diplomatically guide Terri.

"Fuck you too," Terri said bitterly. "All you men always side together, back each other up. Bet you wouldn't talk to me that way if I had a dick."

"Probably not," the chairperson affably agreed. "But we wouldn't let you piss in the women's bathroom either."

----

Kaylee walked home from the sandwich shop, head hung low. Sandra had pulled her, and Shannon and Brook into the back after the last customer had left. Through her tears, she disclosed that she had just been diagnosed with lung cancer; a three pack a day habit finally caught up with her.

"So, after the first of the year, I'm selling this place," Sandra said. "The guy that's buying it said he'll try to keep y'all on, but can't guarantee it."

Kaylee knew that Shannon wouldn't have any problem keeping her job; the large breasted bubbly blonde would fuck the new owner. Brook wasn't all that worried; she was only part time as she was a senior in high school. Next year, Brook would be going off to college; what did she care about the stupid sandwich shop?

Chapter 7

"Again, my man," Adonis cheerfully said. "You were honest with her, and when you could tell she was starting to see it different, you left, didn't play no games with her. "

"Yeah, but I feel guilty, know what I'm saying?" Grant said.

"Yeah, yeah, hey, even though you might not have loved her, when you get naked with someone, bound to get some feelings," Adonis agreed. "But Grant, again, you were honest right from the start; you weren't looking for love, or marriage, or kids. You were just looking to get your dick wet. And refresh my memory; she said that was okay with her, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, you're right," Grant sighed.

"Hey, you feel that bad about it, you can always marry her," Adonis suggested.

"Fuck no!" Grant said, then shook his head as Adonis laughed merrily. "Aw, fuck you, smart ass mother fucker."

----

A song came on that Kaylee liked and she sang along with it as she prepared dinner.

She used to love to sing; she sang with the Church choir until she graduated high school. Then after graduation, she lost all interest in singing. Then she moved down to Baylor Lake. She did go to mass at St. Elizabeth's, but had never entertained the idea of singing with their choir.

>>>>

"Um, where's her ring?" Grant asked when David gave him the box of evidence and KayAnn's personal effects.

"What?" David asked.

"She was wearing a ring," Grant said. "She made me buy her a wedding ring, one point five carat diamond, fucking two thousand dollars. Where is it?"

David Schock did a little digging around and Officer John Jackson and three other New Orleans Police Officers were arrested and charged with theft and receiving stolen goods.

For himself, David Schock found himself being tailed, silently harassed by the NOPD, until September of 2005.

----

Baby looked up and down the street; it was a slow day, unusually warm. Dynomite lay underneath his Cadillac, trying to fix the latest oil leak the old car had sprung.

"He felt someone pass behind him and looked. It was just some longhaired white boy, some punk ass motherfucker. The longhaired freak went to the corner, then crossed the street and started up the sidewalk on the other side. Baby lost interest; the punk wasn't business or a cop.

Grant smiled; he'd learned picking pockets from one of his cellmates. Since Baby wore his pants low and baggy, he hadn't even felt it when Grant pulled the nine-millimeter out of his front pocket. Dynomite was underneath his car; no threat to Grant.

Grant stopped directly across from Baby and looked around. The street was empty.

"Hey, Baby," he called out, getting the man's attention.

"Yeah, what the fuck you want?" Baby asked.

"Believe in God?" Grant asked and put three bullets into Baby's head. "Tell him 'Hi' for me."

Dynomite heard the gunshots and pulled himself all the way underneath his car. Grant almost laughed as he walked past the car and dropped Baby's nine-millimeter onto the front seat of the car. It had been too easy. Five blocks away, he threw the latex gloves down a storm drain and kept walking.

Dynomite did not get a fresh-faced kid from Legal Aid. His lawyer was a racist that saw prison as one of two places that African-Americans belonged; the other place bang the cemetery. For the murder of his friend and fellow drug dealer, Dynomite received twenty-five years to life in Angola. 

----

Grant watched , in a stupor, as they loaded the animals onto rail cars. He'd learned in jail that he loved being sedated almost as much as he loved getting a rush.

In jail, they didn't let you sleep all day, but he couldn't get any sleep at night when he was wired on meth, so he learned to take powerful sedatives at night and do his meth during the day. The horse tranquilizers were really doing a number on him and the August heat and humidity had him so drowsy.

When he came too, the train had left the station, carrying the animals of Audobon Zoo with it. He walked around, watching people putting up boards over their windows, putting their plants inside, scurrying here and there.

Hurricane Katrina came onto shore, howling and pummeling everything in its wake. New Orleans did not get the brunt of the storm; the Gulf Coast of Mississippi actually took the direct hit. However, that mattered little to Grant Johnson, alone, and out in the elements. The howling wind and crash of trees and tree limbs and the crackle of power lines drowned his anguished screams out as they snapped.

Fear was a much more powerful adrenaline rush than all the met amphetamines in the world. Grant Johnson started running. He did not know what he was running for or where he was running to but he knew he had to start running. He had a vague Idea where Bender, Louisiana was in relation to New Orleans, so he decided to run in that direction.,

----

Three days later, in the horrifying rips of detoxification, Grant Johnson and seventy-three other survivors found themselves on a bus headed to Baton Rouge.

"Help me," he sobbed out to the tired Red Cross worker.

"I'm trying to, sir," she said and continued asking the multitude of questions on the form.

"Oh, yeah, I remember that shit all too well," Adonis Brown laughed as Grant vomited heartily into the toilet.

Adonis Brown volunteered at the shelter in Alexandria, Louisiana. He mopped the floors, put fresh linens on the cots, brought food to the disabled evacuees. One of the Red Cross workers knew that Adonis was clean and sober and pointed out Grant Johnson. 

Grant cursed heartily at the bald-headed black man that dared make light of his pain and Adonis simply smiled and said "I'll check on you later, see if you feel like talking."

----

Two days later, Grant could sit up and could sip the weak coffee the shelter served.

"I was just like you," Adonis started off. "Bad ass mother fucker, living on the streets of New Orleans, couldn't tell me shit, 'cause I knew it all. Doing five, six hundred dollars crack a day."

Grant looked at the man. Adonis did not look like he'd ever been on the streets; his clothes were clean, pressed. His face and head were smoothly shaved. His eyes, his eyes sparkled.

"Then, thanks to a Higher Power, who I choose to call God, I hit bottom," Adonis went on and sipped the coffee. "See, I had me this sweet young thing, we was all in love and shit, was going to get married out on the beach, release two doves when the minister said 'I now pronounce you husband and wife,' and she goes off and smokes the last rock."

"And?" Grand asked as Adonis lost the sparkle in his eye, looked off at some faraway place or time.

"And they said I beat Ethel to death with a brick," Adonis said and dabbed at his eye. "Involuntary manslaughter. They gave me ten two twelve, hard labor. They had them meetings in Metairie Lockup so I started going, got me a sponsor and started working the twelve steps. They let me out after seven years but I still go to them meetings here in Alex."

Adonis put a brass medallion on the table in front of Grant. Grant looked at the disk, looked at the Roman numeral IX.

"Picked up my nine year chip last month," Adonis smiled widely.

Adonis got to his feet and walked away.

"You get sick and tired of being sick and tired, I take you with me to them meetings," Adonis offered.

"Hey, wait, you forgot your button," Grant called out.

"Hang on to it for me," Adonis said and left the building.

----

Nightly, Kaylee included Joey in her prayers. She begged God to forgive him the sin of suicide.




Admission of Guilt





"I hope you're happy," Terri sobbed into the phone.

Grant's heart sank; it was obvious that Terri was geeking, high on something. Probably on cocaine, her drug of choice.

He also knew that Craig wouldn't let Terri have Macy, their five year old daughter, if he suspected that Terri was high.

"You hope I'm happy?" Grant asked. "Well, I'm not. I can tell that you slipped, and it's tearing me up inside."

"Then come over," Terri begged.

"No, Terri," Grant said firmly. "I'm not putting my clean time in jeopardy just 'cause you decided to slip."

"Fuck you!" Terri screamed into the phone and slammed it down.

"Ain't shit you can do for her," Adonis said when Grant called him.

----

Almost overnight, Sandra looked positively gray, sickly. Shannon actually took some initiative and took over the duties of cooking and Kaylee did double duty of running the register and running the food to the pick up counter.

Kaylee shook her head; it seemed that the news of her diagnosis did not stop Sandra from weakly getting to her feet and staggering out back to smoke a couple of cigarettes.

"I swear to God, that's it," Shannon said to Kaylee as she slid the king shrimp po-boy through the service window. "I'm quitting right after I finish this pack."

Chapter 8

Grant put in his service plan and his manager smiled. Bender, Kimble, DeGarde, Baylor Lake, and St. Ann were on his plan for the month of December.

"Grant, I love you, will you marry me?" he joked.

"Well, um, gee Benny, you're not really my type," Grant smiled. "But, um, don't you think Emily would mind?"

"Yeah, yeah, you're right," Benny said.

----

Kaylee looked up as the door chimed. For a moment, her heart caught in her throat; it was him again.

Then she Burt into merry peals of laughter. Brook stared at Kaylee as if Kaylee had just lost her mind. She'd never heard Kaylee laugh before.

Grant Johnson wore motorcycle goggles over his eyes and a smile on his lips.

"Hey, just protecting my eyes in case you decide to hit me again," he said.

"You know, you're actually kind of pretty when you smile," Brook offered.

:Can I help you?" Kaylee giggled.

"Yeah, I want a roast beef po-boy, regular, and a root beer," Grant smiled and pulled the goggles off. "How's your wrist?"

"Hurts," Kaylee smiled and showed him the ace bandage that adorned it.

""Yeah, well, that was a hell of a hit you gave me," Grant smiled and pulled out his wallet.

"Kaylee, can we sit down and talk, please?" Grant begged as he paid for the food. "It'll only take a couple of minutes, and then I'll get out of your hair, I swear."

>>>>

Grant held onto the man's brass medallion for three days; he could tell that the disk meant a great deal to the man. For three days he did not use any of the drugs that another evacuee had available, did not drink any of the mouthwash he had squirreled away. He did not want to risk getting stoned or drunk and accidentally losing the man's medallion.

He could have hugged Adonis when he saw the bald-headed man enter the shelter.

"Hey, got your button," he proudly said and handed it back to Adonis.

"It's called a chip," Adonis smiled happily.

"Um, can you get me one of those?" Grant asked.

"Nah man, only one that can get you one of them is you," Adonis laughed. "But I'm going to an eight o'clock meeting tonight; want to go?"

"Yeah, yeah I do," Grant agreed.

He listened as the twelve men and women described their own experiences, described their own feelings. He could have sworn that someone came to these people before the meeting and told them all about him; their experiences, their feelings were eerily similar to his own.

But they weren't crying about them. They were laughing, making light of tragedy.

"How can y'all laugh about this shit?" he finally exploded and the room erupted in raucous laughter.

"My man," Adonis laughed. "We survived. Believe me, them mother fuckers didn't drown on the Titanic, they laughed when they reached the shore."

----

He sat down with Adonis and they carefully went over the Fourth Step: Made a searching and fearless moral inventory of our lives.

He spoke openly and honestly. Adonis interrupted him from time to time, to clarify a few points, or to share his own experience with Grant. Finally, they were finished.

"So, my man, you are now a member of Narcotics Anonymous in good standing," Adonis smiled. "How's it feel to not have to carry that shit all around all on your own?"

Grant looked at him for a long moment.

"I don't know," he finally said.

"Good, good, that's what I wanted to hear," Adonis said. "Grant, as long as you honest, ain't nothing going to get between you and God, ain't nothing ever make you go back out. You start with them little white lies, saying 'Oh, I'm fine,' when you ain't, start making excuses, that bad ass disease of yours going to kick the door in on you, take your ass down."

Adonis stood up.

""Time for you to start doing some shit," Adonis said.

"What you mean?" Grant asked.

"Man, you were living in this motel Red Cross paying for, what, three months now?" Adonis said. "Time for you to get a job, get your own place. Oh, and there's some people in Bender might like to know their little boy's still alive. And gets a haircut. You clean and sober, why don't you try looking like you clean and sober?"

"Easy for you to say, bald headed mother fucker," Grant smiled.

----

He stood on the doorstep and rang the doorbell. Margaret opened the door, screamed in shock, then hugged her long lost son and sobbed.

----

They sat down in the studio apartment that Grant rented and made a list of the people that Grant had harmed and talked about making amends to them.

"Oh, that one," Adonis said. "Oh, that's going to be fun."

Grant didn't answer. He could still hear Kaylee's sobs as he thrust himself in and out of her dry pussy. He could still smell her blood in the car, still feel the raw hatred he'd felt toward himself afterward.

He could still remember looking into her green eyes afterward, looking for some sign that she forgave him, that she still found him attractive, still loved him.

"You listening?" Adonis asked.

"Um, can I mail her a letter or something?" Grant asked.

"Sure, you rape her in a letter?" Adonis asked.

"No," Grant admitted.

"Oh, then I guess the amends is going to have to be up front, huh?" Adonis asked.

He was doing well in his job as an insurance salesman; Benny was one of the old-timers that went to the noon meeting and gave the kid a job.

"Yeah, boy cleans up real nice, huh?" Adonis asked Benny as Brant showed up at an eight o'clock meeting, still wearing the new suit Adonis had bought for him.

Grant took a side street on one of his trips to Bender and pulled up in front of the Richards' home. Cathy greeted the tall good-looking boy, was polite when he told her he was a former classmate of Kaylee's, but told him truthfully that she did not know how to get in touch with her daughter.

"Last I heard, last Joey told me, she was working at some sandwich place out on Highway 19 in Baylor Lake," she said and paled when Tommy yelled at her to close the door; she was letting out all the air-conditioning.

The sandwich sop was easy enough to find; it was the only one on Highway 19 in Baylor Lake.


Her head was in whirlwind. All the anger, all the hatred, all the fear had melted away as she sat and listened to him. 

He told her of always living under Jesse's shadow, or under Parker's shadow, of never being good enough. He told her of getting kicked out of school after school; that's how he finally wound up at St. Thomas Aquinas.

He told her about getting high for the first time, how quickly he became addicted, how quickly the drugs became more important to him than anything else.

He told her about running to New Orleans, to get away from the demons in his own house, in his own head. 

She smiled softly as he told her about meeting KayAnn, of convincing himself he was in love. 

Her own eyes misted as he told her about waking up in the hospital and finding out that his wife had been murdered, and he was being charged with her murder.

He stopped and blew his nose. It took a minute before he could start speaking again. She softly touched his arm and his hazel eyes looked into her green eyes for a long moment.

"Anyway, I wound up in Alexandria, after Hurricane Katrina, still there," he smiled. "Met this guy, he gave me his nine year chip to hang onto. Man, I hung onto that damned thing like it was gold, you know? 'Cause I could tell it was real special to him."

Grant dug into his pocket, pulled out a brass medallion and put it on the table in front of Kaylee. She looked at the Roman numeral II on it and looked up at him.

"I've been clean and sober now for two years," he smiled proudly.

"That's great," she said sincerely.

"Yeah, yeah it is," he agreed. "But Kaylee, the only way I can keep what I got, is to try and clear away the wreckage of my past, try to right the wrongs I've done."

He looked out the window; it was a beautiful day, not to cold yet. The dead leaves blew down the empty highway. Occasionally a car or truck would drive past, stirring up more dead leaves. He looked back at Kaylee.

"I drove past this place about a thousand times, trying to get up the courage to come in," he admitted.

She looked at him, waiting.

"Kaylee, I was so afraid of coming in here," he said and smiled.

"Want some more root beer?" Kaylee asked, noticing that his cup was empty.

"No, no, I want to finish this," he said, a little forcefully.

Slowly, the anger returned. He was talking about making amends, making it up to her. How in the Hell was he going to make six years, nearly seven years up to her?

How was he going to repay her for being ostracized by her family?

How was he going to make up for six, nearly seven years of nightmares, of the overwhelming fear that he would find her and rape her all over again?

"I don't know that there is a fucking thing you can do," Kaylee screamed.

Shannon and Brook gasped; they'd been trying to eavesdrop the entire time. Neither girl had ever heard Kaylee curse before.

"Get out!" Kaylee screamed. "Just get out of my life!"

She stormed away from the table, stopped and turned back around.

"You want to make it up to me?" she screamed. "You really want to make it up to me? Kill yourself, fucking piece of shit bastard!"

She heard the door chime as he left the small building. Finally, she left the kitchen and returned to the front of the sandwich shop. 

On the table where they'd sat, she saw his chip. At first, she was going to drop the chip into the trash barrel. Something stopped her hand and she put it into the pocket of her jeans instead.

"God damn, think one of y'all could wipe a table every now and then?" she spat at Shannon and Brook.

She almost smiled as both girls grabbed dishtowels and hurriedly wiped down every table in the small shop.

"With great power comes great responsibility," Sandra joked as she watched the frenzied activity.

Chapter 9

Grant sat in his car for several long moments. He'd expected some anger. Heed hoped for forgiveness, hoped for a fresh start, but had expected some anger.

He had not expected such a hateful, vindictive outburst, though.

When he'd found Peggy Campion, now Peggy Dupre, that amends had gone quite well. A little too well, actually.

With her husband, an older man, a doctor, sitting in the next room, reading a newspaper, Peggy had loudly flirted with Grant.

"Oh, no," she giggled and cooed. "Oh, come on, Grant! Nobody ever fucked me like you!"

Grant beat a hasty retreat. Either Peggy was trying to make her husband jealous, or was trying to seduce him. Either way, Grant didn't want to be any part of it.

His amends with his parents was also a mixed bag.

"Look, sport," his father said. "You hurt yourself a hell of a lot more than you ever hurt me."

"Oh, no!" his mother drunkenly slurred. "Now why'd you do all that?"

----

He went to his meeting that night and shared with them about the horrible attempt at making amends.

"Boo fucking hoo," Terri sneered nastily.

"Hey Terri, don't interrupt, all right?" the chairperson asked.

"Fuck you, stupid fucking dyke," Terri screamed at Rosemary.

"Honey, even if I was a dyke, there's no way I'd want to fuck you," Rosemary calmly said.

Terri stormed out of the meeting; no one tried to stop her.

After the meeting, Adonis put his arm over Grant's shoulder.

"Man, that is tough," he said, not making light of Grant's troubles, as he normally did.

"So," Benny said. "Does that mean you're not going back to Baylor Lake?"

"What you mean?" Grant asked.

"Son, I ain't stupid," Benny smiled. "I know that girl was the only reason you were going to that shithole town."

----

He knew the girl, had seen that piggish face before. Her mustache was much more pronounced now. Her eyes opened slightly, an indication to him that she recognized him.

----

Kaylee looked up as she heard a car screech to a stop in front of the sandwich shop. Her heart sank; it was his Cadillac.

She'd regretted the anger and regretted the hateful words almost as soon as her knees hit the floor by her couch.

"God, if there is a way I can make it up to him, please let me know," she begged in her prayer.

"Damn it, God," she said aloud. "I didn't mean the very next day!"

"You have a daughter?" he bellowed when he came into the shop.

Her face lost all color.

Joelee was hers and hers alone. He was never to know about Joelee, never to see Joelee, never to threaten Joelee, never to destroy Joelee the way he'd destroyed her life.

>>>>

When she'd started getting sick, she dismissed it. She'd felt horrible for weeks now. 

Then it hit her; she'd not had a period in quite a while.

Daddy had actually looked relieved as he threw her out of his home. Mom was too afraid of Daddy to do anything about it.

Joey knew that he would pay severely for helping out his baby sister, but that didn't stop him. As she cradled the baby in her belly, she vowed she would name the little boy after him.

But Joelee was a girl; a beautiful little girl, with red hair and freckles and hazel eyes and a dimpled smile.

Kaylee was the doting, devoted mother she never had. Joelee would know from the moment she woke up, to the moment she went to sleep that she was loved, that she was beautiful, that she was special.

"Mommy, why's Carrie so mean to me?" Joelee asked.

"I think she's probably jealous," Kaylee declared.

"Jealous?" Joelee asked, little face wrinkled in confusion.

"Well, is she even half as beautiful as you, or half as smart as you, or even half as sweet as you?" Kaylee asked as she pulled the fish sticks out of the oven.

"No, I don't think so," Joelee said.

"Well, there you go; she's jealous," Kaylee said.

"But she doesn't have to be," Joelee said. "I'll still be her friend."

"Well, let her know that," Kaylee said.


"Why didn't you tell me?" he demanded.

"I didn't want to," she yelled back. "All right? I didn't want to!"

"God damn, Kaylee," he said and she watched in amazement as some tears slid down his face. "I know I was a horrible person to you, but, damn!"

"Look, here's your chip," she said and tried to hand it back to him.

"No, I want you to have that," he said and used the sleeve of his jacket to wipe the tears away.

"But Grant, it's yours," she protested.

"No, Kaylee," he said as he turned around. "I never ever stopped thinking about you; you were the one person I kept thinking about, day after day. Least I can do is let you have my chip."

He opened the door to the shop. She looked on as more tears slid down his face.

"I'll start sending you child support," he said. "I don't know how much is right, but I'll find out, okay?"

"You don't have to do that," she weakly said.

"Yes, yes I do," he said, then left.

----

Leroy told him that he sent Monika, the mother of their four-year-old boy, fifty dollars a week child support. That sounded about right to Grant, but he figured he had six years to make up for so he started sending Kaylee one hundred dollars a week.

"So, what's your daughter's name?" Terri nastily asked as Grant was sharing at a meeting.

"You know what?" he asked. "I don't know."

"Huh, some fucking great father you are," Terri sneered.

----

Kaylee looked up as the door chimed and smiled. He smiled back and approached the counter.

"Hi," he said.

"Hey," she said.

"was on my way to DeGarde, figured I'd stop of for lunch since I had to go through Baylor Lake anyway," he said.

"Where you coming from?" she asked.

"Alexandria," he said and smiled.

"Grant, you don't go through Baylor Lake to get to DeGarde," she giggled.

"Dummy, he came here to see you," Shannon hissed.

"Duh, no kidding," Kaylee hissed back.

"Um, Bender?" Grant asked. "I was on my way to Bender?"

"You still don't go through Baylor Lake," she smiled.

"St. Ann's?" Grant asked.

"Nope," she said and shook her head no.

"Take a break," Sandra hissed and nudged Kaylee away from the register.

"So, um, what's her name?" Grant asked as he prepared to take a bite of the roast beef po-boy.

"Joelee," Kaylee smiled. "Joelee Ann Richards."

"Joelee?" Grant asked, puzzled.

"Yeah, well I thought she was going to be a boy; I was going to name her Joey, after my brother," Kaylee smiled. "Wait."

Grant watched as she got to her feet and walked to the back of the shop. She returned a moment later carrying a small photograph.

"Oh, my God," Grant enthused when he looked at the broadly smiling Joelee.

He smiled at the picture. She smiled happily, even though she was missing two teeth.

"Kaylee, she's beautiful," he said and slid the picture back to her.

"Take it," she said after a moment's hesitation.

He looked into her green eyes.

"Mother fucker, just the fact that she's even talking to you is a fucking miracle; do not take it lightly," Adonis had told him.

"Thank you," he said quietly. "This means a lot to me."

"She means a lot to me, too," Kaylee said.

"You getting the child support?" Grant asked.

"Yeah, thank you," Kaylee agreed.

The door chimed and she got to her feet.

"Sit down," Sandra ordered. "I got it."

"Well, I really do have to get to DeGarde," Grant smiled as he crumpled up the paper his sandwich had been wrapped in.

"Know how to get there?" Kaylee teased.

"Yeah, I had to drive through there to get here," Grant admitted and put the photograph into his wallet.

----

"What a stupid name," Terri sneered.

"Hey, Terri, you got a problem with me, take it out on me," Grant said. "Take it out on me, not a six year old girl. Better yet, why the fuck don't you get a God damned sponsor and try working the fucking steps, instead of fucking your way to sobriety?" 

"Spoken like a true daddy," Adonis said proudly.

Terri threw her cup of coffee in Grant's face and stormed out of the meeting.

Chapter 10

Kaylee sat down at the kitchen table as Joelee scribbled out her wish list for Santa Claus. She promised the girl she would mail it the very next day.

Her heart sank as she read over the list. The girl didn't ask for much, but Kaylee didn't have a whole lot of money. True, Grant had been sending her money, but a recent trip to the Dentist's office had wiped that out; Joelee had three cavities.

She put the letter in her purse and tried to think of whom she could borrow the money from. Shelley's new boyfriend did not like Kaylee at all; tried to keep the two friends apart as much as possible. Shelley would loan her a little.

The next day, she actually smiled as she saw the white Cadillac pull into the parking lot.




Admission of Guilt



"Your boyfriend's here," Sandra teased.

"Shut up," Kaylee said.

"Hey there," he said as he entered the shop. "I was just on my way to..."

"The North Pole?" Kaylee asked.

"Smart ass," Grant smiled. "But, speaking of the North Pole, what's Joelee want for Christmas?"

Kaylee watched as he read the child's letter, dabbed the tears away, then typed rapidly into his laptop computer.

"Okay, give me your phone number and we'll arrange a time and place for me to drop all of this off," he said.

"You're going to get all of that?" Kaylee asked, surprised.

"Yeah, well, I'm going to try," Grant smiled. "So, what's your phone number?"

"I don't have a phone," Kaylee said.

"No phone?" Grant asked, surprised.

-"Hey, phones cost money," Kaylee said, a little defensively.

"Okay, okay, I'll call you here, okay?" Grant said.

Adonis laughed as Grant marched through the department store like a mad bull.

"Aw, fuck you, bald-headed bastard," Grant said.

"Hey, hey, that's not a very Christmas like thing to say," Adonis laughed.

----

Christmas Eve was cold and blustery as Kaylee walked to work. Because of Joelee, Sandra had given her the option of taking the day off, but since this would probably be the last week she worked at the sandwich shop, Kaylee couldn't afford to take even a few hours off.

"Hang on, she just walked in," Sandra said and waved Kaylee to the phone.

"Hey, when's a good time to drop this stuff off?" Grant's warm, seductive voice whispered in her ear.

The agreed that he would come to her apartment after ten o'clock that evening, after Joelee was in bed.

"The Grant Johnson that girl knows is one mean motherfucker," Adonis said, no smile on his face. "She been okay with you up to now, 'cause every time y'all together, y'all right there where there's other people around, she's safe. She is taking one huge risk letting you know where she lives, letting you in her apartment. Do not for one second take that lightly, you hear?"

----

The streets were nearly deserted as he drove to Baylor Lake. Once he entered Baylor Lake, he saw no other automobiles driving around.

He smiled as Kaylee opened the door for him. She smiled at him, dressed in a Santa suit.

"Just in case she was still awake," he whispered. "It's my sponsor's, damned thing itches like a son of a bitch too, you hear?"

He lugged the sack into the living room and looked around.

"Um, where's the tree?" he asked.

"Look around," Kaylee said, tiredly. "You see a tree?"

"Y'all don't got a tree?" Grant asked.

"Trees cost money, Grant," Kaylee said angrily.

It had been a long day, made all the longer by Sandra and Shannon getting drunk and leaving the entire cleaning to Kaylee. Joelee had been cranky and fussy, wanting to stay up to see if she could see Santa Claus.

"Wait here," Grant said and left the apartment.

----

"Aw, son of a bitch," Grant cursed as the police cruiser flipped his lights at Grant.

"Where you going in such a hurry, son?" Officer Steve Hebert asked, no smile on his face.

"My little girl doesn't have a Christmas tree," Grant said, hoping that honesty would work.

"And where are you going to get a tree, boy?" Steve asked. "It's almost eleven o'clock on Christmas Eve."

"My house," Grant said. "I'm going to get my tree and take it back to her house so she'll have a tree when she wakes up tomorrow morning.

"Grant, I catch you doing ninety four miles an hour on this street again, I might forget it's Christmas, you hear?" Steve said and stepped back from the car. "Keep it down to seventy, all right?"

"Merry Christmas, Steve," Grant smiled.

Adonis laughed merrily when Grant called him and told him what he was doing.

"Mother fucker, I can not wait to meet this girl!" Adonis laughed. "You won't even let me EAT in that bad ass Cadillac, and you going to let a stupid pine tree drip all over it? Damn, but this girl must be one fine ass woman!"

"She's beautiful," Grant admitted. "She's just fucking beautiful."

----

Kaylee groaned as she woke up; someone was knocking on the door.

Grant, still in his Santa suit, put a finger to his lips. Her eyes opened wide as he dragged a Christmas tree, fully decorated into her living room. He plugged the lights in and the twinkling and blinking lights danced merrily in the dim room.

He quickly stacked the presents underneath the tree and stood to leave.

"You, um, you want to stay? Watch her open them up?" Kaylee heard herself ask.

"Yes, yes I do," Grant admitted. "But I think I better go."

He kissed her softly, wished her a Merry Christmas, then left.

It wasn't a passionate kiss, it wasn't a long kiss, but even in that short kiss, Kaylee felt a stirring she'd not felt in a long time.

She reached under the couch and pulled out the large butcher's knife she'd put there that afternoon. She was willing to trust him, willing to let him into her home, but at the first sign that this was all a trick, that he was going to rape her again, she would have killed him, or died trying.

She washed the knife, dried it, and put it away. Then she poured a glass of the sour wine, silently wished herself and Grant Johnson a Merry Christmas.

She lay down on the couch, watching the twinkling lights dance.

"Ah!" she heard Joelee's amazed gasp.

She woke up as the small girl entered the living room.

"We got a tree!" Joelee gasped. "Where'd it come from?"

"Oh, my goodness!" Kaylee gasped and sat up. "Where in the world did that come from?"

"Do you think Santa brought it?" Joelee asked, wide-eyed.

"I'll bet that's it," Kaylee said.

Then the girl noticed all the presents underneath the tree and dove into the pile.

"And here's another one for you, Mommy," Joelee laughed and brought another gaily wrapped package to her mother.

"Go ahead, open them," the girl urged.

There was a much-needed wristwatch, a small crucifix on a simple gold chain, a small book of prayers and a new cell phone.

'I didn't like the idea of you not having a phone, so I got you one. The beeping you hear is a Christmas message. The password is 0105, Joelee's birthday.' Was written on a small piece of paper.

She figured out how to access the message and smiled as his warm voice told her Merry Christmas. He told her that Joelee's school was number one on the speed dial list, the sandwich shop was number two, and his cell phone number was number tree.

"You know, just in case you ever want to call me, ever want to talk," his voice said.

"What's it saying?" Joelee demanded.

"It's from a friend of Mommy's, telling me Merry Christmas, Miss Nosey," Kaylee smiled.

She looked at her new watch; seven twenty. She wondered if it were too early to call him.

Grant smiled as he drove to Bender. He was tired, exhausted, actually, but he'd be able to get a nap at Mom and Dad's. Mom would be plastered by ten thirty, and Dad would be fidgeting, wanting to leave for a round of golf. Then he'd just go to his room and kick off his shoes and stretch out.

He pulled into the driveway and jerked slightly when his cell phone rang.

"Merry Christmas," he announced.

"Merry Christmas," Kaylee happily told him. "I hope I'm not calling you too early?"

"no, no, you're not calling me too early," he happily said.

"Hang on, there's a little girl that wants to talk to you," Kaylee said and gave the cell phone to Joelee.

"Hello?" a small girl's voice said.

"Hello, who's this?" Grant asked playfully.

"Daddy, is that you?" Joelee asked.

"Yes, yes, sweetheart, it's Daddy," Grant said and wiped at the tears.

"Hi Daddy!" she shrilled. "I love you so much! How come I never seen you?" Are you going to come see me soon?"

""I love you too, Joelee, I'll come see you just as soon as I can," Grant promised.

"Sorry about that," Kaylee laughed. "She's a little excited."

"Can I, can I come see her?" Grant begged.

"Um, sure, we're getting ready to go to nine o'clock mass," Kaylee said. "But that should be getting out at about...."

"What church?" Grant asked, throwing the car into reverse and jamming on the gas pedal.

"St. Elizabeth's, but Grant, Mass is in forty minutes, you'll never make it from Alexandria!" Kaylee protested.

"Actually, I was on my way to Bender," Grant said. "And you know I have to go through Baylor Lake to get there anyway.

"Now, where in the hell is that boy going?" Jesse asked as he watched his middle son race away.

----

Kaylee kept an eye on the church doors; the church was getting nor and more crowded. She smiled widely as Grant entered the church almost at a dead run. His eyes scanned the throng, then he smiled widely as he spotted her.

Several people turned as they heard Joelee shriek "Daddy!"

The organist began the strains of 'Joy TO The World,' and Kaylee began to sing, a and a few people turned to stare at her.

"I didn't know you could sing," Grant said. "God, you sing beautifully!"

Chapter 11

"Where to?" Grant asked as they stepped out into the frigid cold.

"Daddy, you need to come to my house, you need to see all my toys, Santa brung me a whole bunch of stuff and..." Joelee told him as he held the girl in his left arm.

Kaylee smiled at him as he squeezed her hand softly, then let her hand go as he fumbled for his car keys.

"Daddy, your car smells just like a Christmas tree!" Joelee laughed.

"Yeah?" Grant laughed. "How about that?"

"Where to?" he asked Kaylee.

"Home, I guess," she said.

"Where are y'all having Christmas dinner?" Grant asked and waited for people to move out of the way.

"Um, our house, I guess," Kaylee said.

"Um, I was going to have Christmas dinner with my parents," Grant said and slowly edged up in the long line of cars waiting to get out of the crowded parking lot.

"Oh, okay," Kaylee said, disappointed.

"Come with me?" he begged.

She looked at him for a long moment. The last time she'd been to Bender, Louisiana was for Joey's funeral. Slowly she nodded her head.

"Okay," she agreed.

----

"God help us, he's dragging another one of those fucking drug addicts around," Jesse grumbled when Grant pulled into the driveway.

He watched as Grant helped a bone-thin girl with splotchy skin and carrot orange hair out of the passenger seat, then helped a bone thin child out of the back seat. The child was obviously the daughter of the unattractive woman; they looked exactly alike.

"Be a good girl next year," Jesse thought aloud. "Maybe Santa will bring you some tits."

Jesse wanted to argue; there was just no way this kid was Grant's kid. Obviously, the girl saw Grant as her ticket out of the trailer park and had somehow buffaloed Grant into believing the brat was his.

"Get a DNA test, Dad," Grant hissed as Jesse and he argued in the den.

Margaret however, recognized Grant's dimpled smile immediately.

"Oh Kaylee," Margaret laughed for joy as Joelee ran off to find her daddy. "Your parents must absolutely adore her!"

"Um, actually, no," Kaylee said and hung her head in shame. "They've never met her."

"What?" Margaret gasped. "But why on earth not?"

"Aw, why I got to come in here?" Grant mock-complained. "There's nothing but girls in here!"

:Can I help with anything?" Kaylee asked as Margaret bustled to get the dinner ready.

"No, no, but thank you," Margaret smiled.

Parker's girlfriend, an empty headed but beautiful nineteen year old, and Brandon's girlfriend, an arrogant, pretentious girl, did not offer to help.

"No, no, sit next to me," Brandon insisted to Joelee.

"No, you sit next to your Grandma," Margaret said.

"Mommy, where do I sit?" Joelee asked, baffled.

"Where would you like to sit?" Kaylee smiled.

"Wit you," Joelee said.

"Well, then, sit next to me," Kaylee smiled.

"But I'm going to cry," Brandon said.

"Don't cry," Joelee said. "I'll sit next to you next time."

"Okay," Brandon said.

Jesse sat and fumed; there was just no way this kid was Grant's; why did no one else see how obvious that was?

"This has been the best day of my whole life," Joelee declared as Margaret helped the girl put her coat on.

"Oh yeah?" Margaret smiled. "Why's that?"

"'Cause, when I woke up this morning, I didn't have no Daddy, and no Grandma, and now I do!" Joelee said happily.

"Well, this has been the best day of my whole life too," Margaret said. "When I woke up this morning, I didn't have no Joelee, and now I do!"

"You work tomorrow?" Grant asked.

"No, closed," Kaylee said.

"Um, come home with me?" Grant asked.

Kaylee looked at him for a long moment, pale skin even more pale.

"I'm sorry," he said. "That was way out of line. I had no right to ask that."

"Okay," Kaylee finally said. "I got to pack some clothes for Joelee though."

""Oh, that's all right," he smiled. "I have to go through Baylor Lake to get to Alexandria anyway."

"Shut up," she laughed and punched him lightly on his arm. "You do not!"

He smiled; her hand rested lightly on his as he drove to Alexandria. In the back seat, Joelee slept soundly, rocked to sleep by the car.

Chapter 12

Kaylee was impressed. Grant's house was a modest brick house in a nice subdivision. Inside, she was even more impressed; the house was neat and clean; did not reek of 'bachelor.' The furniture seemed to go together a little too well for a typical man to have picked out for himself.

If she had asked, Grant would have told her that Terri picked it out, in anticipation of herself and Macy coming to live with him.

He quickly made a soup and grilled cheese sandwich meal for them, then he and Joelee sat down for some serious checkers on the large marble game board he had in the living room.

"Hey, hey, no fair," he complained as Kaylee showed Joelee what piece to move next.

"Uh huh!" Joelee squealed. "It's the girls against the boys!"

After she beat him, three games, Kaylee announced that it was her bedtime. Joelee whined and fussed and yawned all through her bath and was nearly asleep when Kaylee put her in the large bed.

"Hey, I want you to know, I want to tell you," Grant said and gripped her small hand in his large one. "Thank you so much for coming here tonight, it really means a lot to me."

He kissed her lightly, then went to his bedroom.

Kaylee lay awake for a long time, debating with herself. She really wanted to go down the hall and slip into bed with him, let him have his way with her.

Grant lay awake, wishing she would come to him. He wanted to go to her, but did not. He didn't want to force himself on her, and also, Joelee lay next to her; that would be extremely inappropriate.

----

"Be quiet!" Joelee squealed. "You'll wake up Mommy!"

If the smell of bacon and coffee hadn't done it, Joelee's squealing would have. Kaylee peered around the corner and watched as Grant helped Joelee pour the batter into the waffle iron.

"And then we close the lid," Grant smiled and shut the waffle iron.

He poured a cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice.

"And as soon as that's done, we'll take Mommy breakfast in bed, okay?" he said as Joelee impatiently waited for the iron to be finished.

Kaylee quickly went back down the hall and slipped back into bed, feigning sleep.

"Rise and shine, sleepy-head!" Joelee squealed as she preceded Grant into the bedroom.

Kaylee laughed. On the plate was a large waffle. Grant and Joelee had put two sunny-side up eggs, the Eyeballs, and two strips of bacon, making a large smile.

"Syrup's in the microwave," Grant said and kissed Kaylee quickly.

Um!" Joelee said. "I saw that! You kissed her!"

"You're supposed to kiss people you like," Grant said and picked her up.

"You like Mommy?" Joelee asked him as they marched out of the bedroom.

Kaylee did not hear Grant's response but heard Joelee's squeal.

It was a cold, blustery day with smatterings of rain throughout. Grant had several video games, so he and Joelee played quite a few of them. He also had several books and Kaylee stretched out on his very comfortable couch and started reading a novel.

He was a fairly proficient cook and managed to cook a lunch and a dinner that the normally very fussy Joelee ate without complaint.

He was stacking the dishes into the dishwasher when Kaylee came into the kitchen.

"Hey, I don't want to, but we have to leave; I've got work tomorrow," she said.

"Um, okay," he said and wiped his hands clean on a dishtowel. 

He pulled her to him for a gentle hug.

I just want you to know, I really really am glad y'all came over, spent the night here," he said.

"I'm glad we did too," she said.

"Hope we can do it again?" he asked.

"Have to," she laughed. "I didn't finish that book."

----

Grant smiled as he pulled out of the parking lot of Kaylee's apartment complex. Her kisses were the thing they wrote about; the kind that took your breath away.

He lost the smile as he called Adonis.

"Take God with you, my man," Adonis said.

Cathy remembered him; he'd come over looking for Kaylee a few months earlier. Against her better judgment, she let him into their home.

Grant sighed with relief; the several rifles and shotguns were no longer hanging over the faux fireplace. He had no way of knowing that Tommy had put them all in storage after Joey used one of them to blow his brains out.

Tommy drunkenly regarded the good-looking youth.

"Whatever the fuck you're selling, don't want it," he declared.

"No, no, I'm not selling anything," Grant said.

Tommy's alcohol soaked brain finally registered what the kid was babbling about. He vaguely remembered that daughter of his coming to him with some cock and bull story about being raped.

"Rape?" Cathy cried out. "Why are you telling us this?"

"Because, I hurt someone very badly, and she didn't deserve it," Grant said. "And I'm trying to set it right."

Chapter 13

"And he got me this cell phone," Kaylee was telling Shannon. "And it takes pictures, and when it's him calling, it plays 'When the Saints Go Marching In.' and..."

The door chimed and Kaylee looked over to see who was walking in. She stared as her mother and father came into the shop.

"And then he told us about him being all high on drugs and you kept begging him to take you home," Cathy told her.

"I am so sorry, Honey," Tommy apologized again. "I should have believed you. You were always a good girl. I should have believed you."

"And he says we have a beautiful granddaughter," Cathy said.

"He said you named her after Joey," Tommy said and broke into sobs.

"Hello?" Grant smiled as Kaylee's number popped up on his cell phone.

"Thank you," Kaylee quietly said.

"Um, okay, thank you for what?" Grant asked.

"My Mom and Dad were here," Kaylee said.

----

New Year's Eve was a cold day; Kaylee smiled as she saw Grant's car pull up to the front of the sandwich shop.

"Go, get out of here," Sandra coughed.

"Happy New Year," Kaylee called out as she shrugged her coat on.

"Okay, Cathy said she'd watch Joelee," Grant said as he steered the large car toward Alexandria.

"Okay, tell me more about where we're going," Kaylee asked, extremely nervous.

"It's simple, we're going to a Speaker Meeting, and after that's a dance, then we'll wish each other 'Happy New Year' at midnight, then we can either stay and dance some more; it doesn't end until two, sometimes three in the morning, or we can go home," Grant smiled.

"There going to be a lot of people there?" Kaylee asked, still nervous.

"Hmm, usually about fifty, sixty people," Grant said.

"Wow, and all of them are drug addicts?" Kaylee asked.

"No, some of them are just like you," Grant smiled. "Unlucky enough to be in love with a drug addict."

"In love?" Kaylee teased. "I don't remember ever saying I'm in love with a drug addict."

"Okay," Grant smiled. "People just like you, people that haven't said they're in love with a drug addict, but go to these kind of things anyway, How's that?"




Admission Pt. 01



Chapter 1

My heart pounded as the limo made it's way across Boston. What was I, a 44 year-old married woman, doing going to meet another man? A man I had known slightly in college... A man whom I hadn't seen or even thought of in over 20 years but whom I had just recently learned had gone on to become one of Boston's most successful businessmen. What was I thinking? How had I gotten here?

I had my heart set on getting my amazing, perfect son into a prestigious university in Boston but he had been deferred in his early admission request and I had grown more and more desperately consumed with finding a way of getting him into the school of his dreams. I was working every angle I could think of, convinced there had to be a way to tip the scales in his favor.

Then, one day as I was perusing a copy of the school's alumni magazine, a photograph caught my eye. It couldn't be? Yet there he was: Mike "Rose" (as we'll call him in this story) who had been a classmate of mine in college, stood shaking hands with the president of the University! The caption below read: "Michael Rose is thanked by President Harris for his generous donation to the University. The Athletic Center is expected to be completed by Fall semester 2016." They named the Athletic Center after him? That was impressive! 

Immediately I Googled him up and discovered that after college he had attended business school at the university and gone on to make a fortune in finance, becoming one of Boston's wealthiest men. Pictures came up of him attending various social functions, charity balls in black tie, golf tournaments, court side seats at the Celtics. He looked great, confident and fit, smiling like a man who owned the world. In several pictures he had a gorgeous brunette on his arm, his wife I noted. 

This was the connection I was looking for! There had to be a way Mike could help get my son in to this school! At least put a good word , if only he'd even remember me at all. 

Amazingly he had called back shortly after getting the message I had left at his office. He not only remembered me, but was actually excited to hear from me!

"How could I forget the hottest girl from school?" He laughed. 

I felt a rush of nervous excitement at the compliment as we chatted lightly and easily for several minutes, laughing about the past and loosely filling in the outlines of our lives since then. Finally he asked the reason for my call and it all came pouring out about my quest to get my son admitted.

"If there is anything you can do to help I'd appreciate it so much! I'd do anything... anything to help my son." I said, trying but failing to mask the desperation in my voice. 

"I can appreciate that so much Molly, really, I can. Let me see what I can do and I'll get back to you."

I thanked him for his time, told him truthfully it was good to talk to him and we said our goodbyes.

I was thrilled when he called back a couple days later. He said he might have some news for me but despite my begging he would not tell me. 

"I want to see you and talk to you about this in person. Is there any way you can get to Boston?"

Since I traveled frequently leading Yoga retreats around the country I told him yes, I could get away, so with a little story to my husband about needing to fill in for an instructor at an event I found myself flying to Boston early that next week, and now, in the back of Mike's limo with my heart racing at the possibilities: What was the news Mike had for me? Why had he insisted on seeing me and why was I so excited and nervous at the prospect of seeing him?

Mike had had his secretary arrange for his car to pick me up as well as booking a room at a luxury hotel. I was surprised to find it paid for with a bottle of wine and a note in my room. "See you downstairs for dinner at 7:00 - Mike"

It was a little after 5:00 so I poured myself a glass of the wine and drew myself a hot bath to try to calm my nerves. It was exciting to feel so naughty slipping away to meet this powerful businessman, but I was growing nervous at what he would think of me now at 44. 

People always tell me how young I look and as Yoga instructor I had kept in good shape, but Mike was expecting the college girl of over 20 years ago and I, like most women, was very aware of all the changes, no matter how subtle, that had come with age.  

I closed my eyes and let the warmth of the water wash over me, forcing the thoughts of wrinkles from my mind. What did I care anyway? Nothing was going to happen. We were two married people meeting to discuss getting my son into college. I laughed a little at my nervousness and finished off the glass of wine as the warmth of the tub soaked into me. I had never cheated on my husband but things had gotten so boring with him I had to admit I was a little excited at the prospect of possibly trying to seduce Mike if I had the chance. 

I poured myself a little more wine and shaved my legs, enjoying their soft sleek smoothness afterwards. Feeling as excited and aroused as I was at the possibilities ahead and feeling naughty I decided to do a little clean up around my pussy too, "just in case" I thought. I had shaved my pussy lips early in my relationship with my husband in that phase where I was eager to please him years ago, but I hadn't in some time. I still kept my bush trimmed and neat but I remembered now the the sexy feeling of being exposed, bare and soft down there so I lathered up and ran the razor carefully over my nicely plump labia, enjoying supremely sexy feeling of my freshly exposed baby smooth softness as I rinsed off the shaving cream.

I dressed for dinner with a black dress over a nice black bra and panty that my husband loved on me. I wanted to be pretty, elegant and sophisticated; sexy, but not too sexy. I settled, somewhat uncertainly on wearing my long blonde hair down. I had worn my hair short back in college but now it hung down well past my shoulders. I often put it up into a loose bun but let it flow across my shoulders tonight... add a little perfume... some lipstick... "Well Molly," I thought as I looked myself over in the full-length mirror, "not too bad all in all."

My heart began to pound again as I rode the elevator down to the lobby. I took a deep breath to calm down. "It's just dinner, it's just dinner" I told myself but I knew I was ready and willing, hoping even, for more.

As I entered the restaurant I was surprised as the maitre'd immediately came across the crowded entry to me. 

"Right this way miss, please" He quickly led me back through the crowded room. I was aware of the eyes of many of the male patrons looking up from their tables watching me as I was whisked through the room. Men think they're so sly but it is so obvious when a man is checking you out. "Well, I must look okay", I thought happily. 

The Maitre' d led me to the back of the restaurant and opened a door there.

"Madam", he gestured me to enter.

I did so a little hesitantly but I was immediately relieved and excited to see Mike, sitting alone at an elegant table for two inside a small private dining room. He looked great! Fit, dark hair graying at the temples, slight crinkle of crows feet at his eyes but really handsome in his perfectly tailored charcoal gray suit. My heart pounded in my chest as he rose from the table and came across the small, dimly lit room in two long strides.

"Mollly! So glad you could make it!" He embraced me warmly kissing my cheek. "You look stunning! Wow!"

"It's amazing to see you too. I can't really believe this is happening", I laughed nervously

"I know! I was so surprised and thrilled to get your call." He smiled beckoning for me to sit. 

"I apologize for this private room... It can be hard for me to have a quiet dinner in the city and I didn't want to be interrupted with you." He poured me a glass of wine from a bottle chilling in an ice bucket beside the table. 

"So how are you? Wow.. Molly.. Molly... I can't believe I am here with the hottest girl from college!"

"Oh come on! " I laughed almost spilling my wine, "You're joking!"

"No, no, I mean it! My God, we all thought you were the babe of the school! Seriously! But you always were with that boyfriend... what was his name?"

"Charlie, yeah, that was a long time ago." I had met Charlie my freshman year and foolishly spent my time in college in a serious, monogamous relationship only to have it fizzle shortly after graduation. I had thought I loved him but I had since realized I was too young and was just playing the good girl when I should have been playing the field and having fun for those four years. 

A waiter entered from a side door with two salads. "Oh.. I hope you don't mind, I took the liberty of ordering for us." Mike explained as the waiter set the plates down.

We spent the next hour talking, drinking wine, laughing about college and life since then. He was confident and even flirtatious but he also talked openly about his wife and family, as I did mine, which finally led me to ask if he had any news from the university regarding my son's admission status.

"Well... yes.. ", he said, putting his glass down and looking at me intently. "That of courses why I asked you here..." He reached across the table taking my hand. "The truth is I couldn't stop thinking about you after you called me. I wound up Googling you and found some of your yoga videos and my God, I was just blown away remembering you from college and by how amazing you still look." 

I could feel myself blushing as my pulse began to quicken as he held my hand firmly and looked deeply into my eyes.

"I remembered you saying you would do anything to help your son, anything...", he let the word hang there for a moment as I tried to control the rush of excitement and nervousness sweeping over me. I had fantasized about seducing him but his confident forwardness took me off guard and turned the tables on me.

"Well... yes.. of course.. I.. I mean..." I sputtered, knowing, but trying hard to pretend not to know, where this was going.

His other hand slid a key card across the table towards me. " I can help you." he said. "I will help you.. the question becomes then, will you help me? This is the key to the suite I keep here at the hotel for nights when I can't get home after work. It's number 1100. If you want my help meet me there tonight." 

His confident gaze never left mine forcing me to look down as I blushed deeper, feeling the skin of my checks, neck and chest flush hot, fighting down the emotions overwhelming me; fear, nervousness, but excitement too, and I felt my freshly shaved pussy start to tingle.

He stood up suddenly, startling me a little 

"It's been great to see you Molly, really it has." He smiled down at me and bent and kissed my cheek softly. " I hope to see you soon!", and without another word he slipped out the side door leaving me alone with a whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind. 

I breathed deeply trying to gain control of myself. I sat frozen for awhile before finishing off my glass of wine. My heart pounded at the thought of going upstairs to Mike's room.. I wanted to desperately but could I really cheat on my husband? Was I really ready to have sex with basically a stranger just to help my son get into school? And what was he thinking being so forward anyway? What kind of woman did he think I was...?

I was startled from my thoughts by the waiter emerging from the same side door through which Mike had left. 

"Can I get you anything else madam?" He smiled bowing slightly.

"No.. No, thank you." I emptied my glass of wine and pushed back from the table embarrassed at my obviously flustered state. My knees felt a little wobbly as I stood and brushed down my dress trying to compose myself. 

"Mr. Rose wanted me to tell you you'll need to use the key he gave you to access the suites floor." The waiter said as he opened the door back into the main restaurant. 

"Oh, thank you.." I stammered, flustered again at Mike's bold presumption, asking the waiter to tell me how to get to his room. 

I breathed a deep, centering breath and walked out into the sudden rush of the restaurant. I clutched the key card tightly in my hand as I made my way towards the lobby. 

The appraising glances from the men around the room that had felt so empowering earlier felt different now; everyone it seemed knew my dirty secret as I made my way towards the elevators that would take me to suite 1100.

Chapter 2

I was thankful to have the elevator to myself as I slid the key card into the slot and pushed the button for 11, the top floor. I needed the space and quiet to pull myself together after Mike's forthright proposal. While I had fantasized about the possibility of having sex with him, it had always been me enticing him, seducing him, but now he had taken that power from me. As a powerful businessman he knew when he had the upper hand and he wasn't afraid to use it. 

My pulse raced as the floors ticked off 5, 6, 7... was I really going to do this? I loved my husband. We had a decent life together but honestly things had gotten boring after 19 years together. Not just sexually, although that was certainly one of the most boring things now, but everything it seemed had just lost its joy. We were more like roommates than husband and wife. If it weren't for the kids I wasn't sure we'd even still be together. He was kind and sweet, handsome, but things had changed between us over the years and petty annoyances had grown into major issues. 

The elevator dinged as it reached the 11th floor, snapping me back to the moment. I stepped out into the dim hallway and headed right, as the arrow pointed, towards 1100. I breathed quietly, evenly with each step, "calm.. stay calm" I said as I reached the door.. I started to knock but then remembered the key and slipped it into the slot. The light turned green and the lock clicked softly. I took one last deep breath and pushed the door open slowly.

"Hello...?" I called softly, nervously my voice cracking a bit. I fidgeted nervously not knowing what to do. 

"Molly?" Mikes voice called out from bedroom end of the suite.

"Yes.. Hi!" I laughed nervously.

"Hang on a second... I didn't have time for a shower before dinner so I thought I would rinse off quickly... You got here faster than I thought you would."

"I did..? I'm sorry.. I..." I felt like an idiot. Was I truly that eager that I had rushed up to his room? Had he expected me to hesitate? Should I have played it more coolly?

He emerged through the French doors to the bedroom, a hotel robe tied loosely around his waist as he toweled his hair roughly. 

"I'm so glad you came." He kissed me lightly on the cheek in greeting. He smelled clean and fresh, sexy. "Let me get you a drink. I had them send up some champagne.." He walked across the sitting room and pulled a bottle of Dom Perignon from an ice bucket.

While I knew where this was going I was still trying to play innocent and was a little taken aback that Mike was basically already naked but for the loosely tied robe. He poured the champagne as I sat down in the chair across from him.

"I'm glad you decided to come." He offered a glass to me across the low, glass coffee table. 

"I made a decision when I first saw how beautiful you still were after all these years to get you up here. I had such a crush on you in college, I wanted you so badly, ALL the guys wanted you, but you were with Charlie all the time and I never had a chance. So, now here you are..." he trailed off. "Are you still such a good girl?"

"No..." I blushed. "I mean, not exactly, but I've certainly never cheated on my husband."

"No, no..", he cut me off with a wave of his hand. "Let's not call it cheating. Let's call it a deal. I like deals", he continued, "That's how I got where I am today. I have something you want and you can offer me something in return "

"But what can I offer you?" I stammered innocently, knowing the answer but stunned by his forthrightness. "I mean... I'm not a whore..." I tried to laugh.

"No! No of course not! I am not saying that at all, just that we are both adults so why play games? I mean, on some level all women trade sex for things: money, security, nice meals, shoes, clothes... we just choose not to couch it in those terms. But don't worry", he continued quickly seeing the look of consternation on my face. "I definitely don't think you're a whore." He leaned in towards me looking at me earnestly. "But if you want my help you are going to give yourself to me, fully and wholly for the next few hours. Then, I make a few calls and do what I can to help your son and it's done" He sat back and wiped his hands together, "clean deal." 

He picked up his glass and looked at me frankly, gauging my reaction as he took a deep drink. I drained my glass and waved it at him to pour me another.

"You ok" he laughed as he filled the glass

"Yes.. I just need another." I had to admit I was feeling a little tipsy, but Hell, if I was going to do this I should be a little tipsy! 

"So," I said with a deep breath, "What do we do now?" 

"Well, I suppose you could start by sucking my cock." He smiled and reclined back into the couch. 

I was shocked again by his boldness and yet there was also something incredibly sexy about it too. He knew he had me. 

He pulled one leg up onto the couch allowing his robe to part, almost but not quite exposing himself to me and for the first time I noticed the large bulge beneath the loose fabric. I was undeniably excited but still nervous. I had knowingly put myself in this situation but I hadn't been with a man other than my husband in 20 years, but I needed Mike's help and there was something about his sense of masculine confidence and success that made him completely desirable.

I took a deep breath, stood up and exhaled. Slowly I walked across the small sitting area in front of him inviting his gaze as I stood in front of him until slowly I bent down and brought my lips to his in a teasing kiss, pulling back quickly, then down again to kiss his neck. 

My hands slowly found their way to his chest, slipping under the robe feeling the heat of his body and his soft chest hair. I brushed a hard nipple and Mike moaned and leaned back a little, his hands grabbing my hips pulling me closer. He turned his head and our lips found each other locking in a passionate kiss. Our tongues darted playfully around each other, tasting, teasing, darting again. His hands grabbed my neck and pulled me hard to him as I gasped a little, feeling my pussy moisten with a rush of carnal excitement like I hadn't felt in years. 

I broke away so I could kiss down his neck, then across his chest. My tongue found a nipple and spiraled around it, then flicked it as he moaned again. His hands reached around behind my knees and slid up my thighs, under my dress, slowly but insistently until they reached my ass and began massaging my firm cheeks as we kissed. His fingers soon found their way between my legs and began to rub firmly against my pussy through the thin fabric of my panties.

I moaned in encouragement, rolling my hips in rhythm with his fingers as my own hand slid down his chest, snaking their way down, below the belt of the robe, through the soft hair of his lower belly and the coarser hair below until I brushed the shaft of his hardening cock. He gasped a little as my fingers found it and teased his growing shaft. As my fingers finally wrapped around it I discovered they barely reached all the way around! 

"My God you've got a big cock." I whispered in his ear, then gasped as in response he forced his fingers under my now soaked panties and into my bare, wet pussy. 

I began to lightly stroke up and down his hardening cock. The feeling of such a heavy, thick dick in my hand was driving my pussy crazy and now Mike had pulled my panties aside and was working his fingers in and out of my wet cunt, rubbing the slick juices over my pulsing clit. Suddenly I felt his other hand on the back of my head, tangling in my hair as he firmly pushed my head down. 




Admission Pt. 01



His robe had fallen open now and I got my first glimpse of his cock. It was big, really big, at least twice as big as my husbands and much thicker. I had never seen such a big, beautiful dick before and my mouth began to water with anticipation as he firmly pushed me down towards it. A wave of desire like I hadn't felt in years seized me. I hadn't been horny to suck cock in a long time but my pussy was now electric from both the naughtiness of being with another man and now the sight of his magnificent cock right in front of my face.

I dropped down to my knees as he guided my head the last few inches down. My hand stroked the shaft slowly, up to the thick ridge of his swollen cockhead, and then slowly all the way down to the base. My eyes bulged wide, taking in every inch of soft skin stretching over his rock hard meat. 

Slowly I licked from the base of his cock up the shaft. His cock was so long my tongue seemed to take forever just to reach the underside of the glans as my hand massaged his thick, swollen cockhead. 

Again I licked up the full length of him, but this time I came all the way up and brought my lips over the head of his cock, brushing it lightly with my lips and letting him feel my hot, deep, breath on him as my hand worked up and down the shaft. My tongue flicked at the underside, then twirled wetly around the soft warmth of the massive head.

He moaned deeply. "Fuck that feels so good Molly... Yes, play with that cock!" 

I felt both his hands on the back of my head taking firm control of my head as my tongue and mouth licked and nibbled around his cockhead. Finally, I could take it no more. I opened wide and let the sensual warmth of his pulsing cock work its way into my horny wet mouth. 

My lips stretched wide around the head, then popped tightly over the glans as I worked down his shaft. My God it felt amazing to have all his hot throbbing meat between my lips, completely filling me with its warm manliness. 

My mouth began watering even more as his hands relaxed and I sucked back up the shaft. My hand followed my mouth all the way up, sliding in the slick sheen of saliva I had left behind. I pushed my way down again, shoving another few glorious inches into my straining mouth, my lips stretching to take his girth. He thrust up slightly to meet me as he gently pushed my head down, holding me there with his thick cock stuffed into my mouth until I had to come up for air. My eyes were watering a little but I eagerly plunged down again as far as I could go until his cock pressed hard against the back of my throat.

We quickly established a sensuous rhythm as I slurped up and down his shaft. My right hand pumped the base of his cock as my left found it's way to his balls, cupping and stroking them softly. God, even they were huge I noted as I stroked and squeezed them softly. 

My mouth had never been so wet, lubricating itself in its desire to engulf as much of this beautiful cock as possible. I pressed down as far as I could go, relaxing and trying to open my throat to force another few precious inches into my mouth but I gagged and had to give up with what still seemed like half his thick shaft left, withdrawing it from my mouth fully in order to catch my breath. 

Thick strands of saliva clung from his wet cock to my lips and I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, gasping for air a little as I continued stroking him, my hand sliding wetly in all the cocksucking juices I had produced. 

His cock looked incredible straining at full attention and glistening in the slick coating of my saliva. I looked up into his eyes and smiled as I stuffed him hungrily back into my mouth, reveling in the warm smoothness of his dick sliding sloppily in and out of my stretched lips. My moans of eager desire mixed with the loud slurping of my wet mouth greedily working up and down his thick shaft.

While I had sucked cock plenty of times before in my high school and college and had even been okay with swallowing on occasion, I hadn't done it in many, many years. The thought of sucking my husbands boring cock, much less his cum anywhere near my mouth, had begun to disgust me within just a few years of getting married. Here, now though I was as turned on as I could remember as I sucked Mike's sexy, thick dick. I was literally drooling with lust as my lips stretched and I strained to work as much of his hard meat into my mouth as possible. 

With a quiver of excitement I realized that as much as I wanted to get fucked by this huge dick, as much as I wanted to feel it stretching and filling my freshly shaved pussy, that would have to wait. First I needed to make this glorious cock cum. I yearned to to feel it explode in my horny, suddenly cum hungry mouth. 

I began to suck harder, my hands stroking faster as the realization of my intention swept over me. I pulled his cock out, stroking the head slowly as I looked up into his eyes. 

"Oh my God I love sucking your cock." I moaned as I plunged back down, holding his gaze intently as I worked his cock deep into my mouth. 

Never had I felt anything like the erotic excitement now consuming me. Some primal urge was driving me. I needed to make him cum, to feel his cock release and I sucked him now like a woman possessed. 

My hands and mouth worked together in perfect unison striving to make this magnificent cock release all the incredible tension it had built up. My hands and mouth worked up and down togehter, only occasionally coming up for air and stroking the length of him with my slick spit covered hands.

"I want to make you cum baby!" I gasped. "I want you to cum in my mouth!.. Please give it to me!" I begged and plunged back down until his thick cock head pressed against my throat.

Mikes hands clenched and tightened on the back of my head. His breathing quickened and his cock stiffened even more if that was possible, as he grunted and held on to the back of my eagerly bobbing head. 

I could feel his balls tighten as his orgasm neared and I began to stroke his thick long shaft with both of my slick wet hands. I had never sucked a cock big enough to do that before and soon my twisting stroking and warm wet sucking lips and tongue were too much for him. With a twitch and a deep groan, Mike's body shook as his rock hard cock pulsed and erupted, flooding my mouth with a hot blast of salty sweetness!

My God it felt amazing! His hot cum filling my mouth tasted incredible! A salty / sweet creaminess that felt rich and healthy and utterly satisfying. My eyes rolled back in my head as the profound pleasure of the moment washed over me. 

Mike thrust his cock deeper as it twitched and pulsed again shooting a second hot blast into the back of my throat. I tried to gulp it down but I choked slightly and was forced to let his spurting cock escape my hungry mouth. 

Hot cum spilled out over my lips and down my chin as I swallowed hard to clear my throat as Mike grabbed his thick cock in his fist and pumped another hot cum shot splashing warmly across my cheek and lips.

"Yes... give it to me!" I cried out, opening my mouth wide trying desperately to catch every drop of his magnificent load as he aimed it down into my begging mouth.

"Gooooaaahhhhhh!!" Mike groaned loudly as he pumped his cock with his fist, a fourth, fifth and then a sixth heavy blast shooting into my yearning mouth. 

I had never seen a cock shoot so much cum and I strained to catch every drop. I had never experienced anything like the cum-lust that now consumed me. My pussy pulsed and tingled with a deep horniness from the sexy hot sensation of Mikes load filling my mouth. As I savored it's creamy warmth my fingers were drawn to my soaking cunt and instantly became coated with my juices as they began to work furiously at my engorged clit. 

My tongue swirled luxuriously in the warm goodness Mike had generously shared with me as my fingers quickened their pace. I began to buck my hips as my orgasm built and a deep moan forced it's way up from my core causing a little of the precious cum to spill out over my lips and run down my chin. I closed my mouth and swallowed greedily so as not to let any more escape. 

The intensely sexy feeling of Mikes amazing, cum load sliding warmly down my throat into my belly sent me over the edge and my pussy clenched uncontrollably as the most powerful orgasm I had experienced in years crashed over me like a tidal wave. I groaned as my body convulsed and my fingers eased their rubbing as wave after wave of orgasmic joy washed over me. 

Finally spent, I collapsed into Mikes lap gasping for air, my head resting just inches from his magnificent cock. I admired it lovingly as it slowly pulsed there in front of my face. A stream of luscious white oozed from the tip and unconsciously my tongue flicked out and licked at it, followed by my lips which wrapped around his softening head and drew him gently once more into my mouth. Slowly I sucked him for a few moments more, carefully cleaning his cock until finally I puckered my cheeks in one last long suck drawing out the last few delicious drops.

"Fuck, that was amazing baby!" Mike sighed as I finished and nestled back into his thigh. 

"Mmmm-Hmmm!!" I agreed emphatically as I savored the lingering sweetness of his cum in my mouth, "But I thought you were going to fuck me" I pouted up at him, my eyes gleaming brightly.

"Ohh! I'm not close to done with you baby. Not even close!" He smiled down at me wickedly. 

Our deal was just beginning and I could not have been happier!



Admission Pt. 02



As my cum coated cheek nestled against Mike's warm thigh, his gorgeous cock lay just inches from my face, slowly wilting as we both basked in our post orgasmic glow. I felt radiant. Sexy and alive like a woman should, I thought, after sucking a man's cock. The taste of Mike's amazingly huge load still lingered sweetly in my mouth and my soaking wet pussy still tingled from the intensity of my own orgasm. 

Even only half erect Mike's cock looked stunning and my fingers reached out lazily and stroked it gently. It twitched slightly responding to my touch as I marveled at the softness of the skin that covered such a devilishly huge cock. 

"God baby," I murmured, "Your cock is amazing... My husband's looks like a little worm beside yours." 

Something in those words inspired Mike. He sat up suddenly wrapping his right fist around the base of his softening shaft and began to stroke it slowly in front of my face. 

"Mmmm..." He purred, "You like my cock? Why don't you get me hard again so I can fuck you with it then?" 

My eyes widened with excitement. Could he really be ready that quickly, even as I still savored the taste of his last load as it still lingered on my tongue? Eager to find out I lifted my head and wrapped my wet lips around his warm cock and welcomed his pulsing, meaty, head back into my mouth.

"Yes baby. Fuck yes, that's it... Suck me." He urged me on, "Get me hard so I can show you what it feels like to be fucked by a real cock!"

My already wet pussy tingled in anticipation. Would it even fit, I wondered? I tried to moan, to beg him, "Yes! Please fuck me!" but my mouth was stuffed full by his stiffening cock. 

I slurped up and down wetly on his swelling cock and began to stroke the shaft with my hand. His fingers found my bra strap and released the clasp. I let the straps slide down my shoulders exposing my breasts, each nipple standing at rock hard attention. My own fingers found my right nipple and pinched and twisted at it sending electric shocks of ecstasy through my core as my cunt pulsed lustily in answer. 

Mike's cock was growing hard in my mouth now as my slick wet lips slid tightly up and down the shaft. His engorged cock head again probed my throat as I began to really start sucking him deeply, excitedly straining to once again take as much of his glorious cock as I could. Before I could really settle into a rhythm though, he pushed me back, pulling his wet dick sloppily from my greedy mouth. 

I strained my neck trying desperately to keep him there, to suck him just a little longer but he lifted me by my arms roughly and tossed me up onto the couch beside him.

Swiftly he tugged my panties off and I eagerly helped kick them free, tossing them aside. He threw my legs open across him and he dove down between them kissing and licking my inner thighs. 

I opened myself to him wantonly as his tongue and lips kissed and nibbled at my soft sensitive skin and his hands stroked my soft belly, moving down over my pubic mound till his fingers gently brushed against my freshly shaved pussy. 

He circled my clit, careful not to touch it as his fingers grazed lightly over my trimmed bush, down across my smooth labia, barely brushing my moist pink inner lips peeking out between. 

He was driving me crazy, my soft, bare, little pussy cried out for him to take it, to bury his face in it and drive me to ecstasy but for what seemed like an endless time he mercilessly teased me, kissing and caressing everywhere accept for my horny clit and pussy as my hands tangled in his hair and my hips rocked, instinctively trying to push his face between my eager wet lips. 

"Eat my pussy baby," I begged, "Please baby... please..."

He looked up at me fixing his gaze into my pleading eyes and only then, slowly, deliberately his mouth found it's way to my yearning clit. My body shook as his warm soft tongue found my swollen button and swirled around it slowly and lightly, then flicked it gently, then more firmly as I pressed my sopping cunt up to his face. His tongue flattened and licked up the length of my pussy, probing between my wet lips, then back up to my sensitive clit. He licked at it lightly for a moment more, then pressed his tongue firmly against it, pressing it there as my hips began to grind against his mouth, My fingers began to squeeze at my nipples as I mashed my wet cunt into his face. Mikes licking quickened as he adjusted his head to the side slightly with my hands still softly tangling his hair.

"Fuck, you taste amazing!" he moaned, his voice muffled as he buried his face deep in my juicy warm pussy until he had to come up for air, "I dreamed of eating your pussy like this so many times in college." 

Oh how I wished I had let him do that now and I moaned encouragingly as my head lay back, rolling my eyes closed as I enjoyed the intense waves of pleasure washing over me, gasping as he suddenly slid a finger deep inside me. His fingertip pressed up against my G spot as he began a slow rhythmic thrusting in unison with his hungrily lapping tongue. I felt my orgasm already beginning to build at the base of my spine, tingling deep inside me as we moved as one. God, was I going to cum again already? 

Mike must have sensed I was starting to get close as he pulled back and lifted his head from my slick cunt. His lips, cheeks and chin were wet with my pussy juices as he rose up onto his knees between my legs. His huge, magnificent cock was standing straight out in front of him and he adjusted my hips, positioning me to accept his meaty shaft. Eagerly I wriggled towards him as I panted with excitement at the thought of his thick manhood entering me. 

Without a sound Mike guided his stiff cock down, sliding the underside of his swollen head over my clit as my pussy shuddered in anticipation. Slowly he rubbed his cockhead over my clit then down along my wet slit, the head sliding between my glistening pink lips, then back up and down, stroking his dick along my eager pussy. My juices coated the head as I shimmied my hips forward a little trying to get even just the tip inside me. With a gentle thrust Mike leaned into me, his thick swollen head forcing open my eager pink lips. I gasped wide eyed and pulled back a little as the full girth of his thick cock entered me. 

Oh my God it hurt to be so stretched open by his thick cock but I was also wild with passion and knew that I needed to get it inside me. My eyes rolled back in my head as I panted and breathed and felt my pussy lips stretching, straining to welcome his rock hard dick. 

Mike knew he had to take it slowly and pulled back, gently patting his heavy head on my clit for a moment. I looked down and realized he had only managed to fit just a few inches inside of me. "Oh my God," I thought, "he isn't going to fit!"

As if in answer he wiped some spit on his cock and pressed into me again, harder this time and I tilted my hips up slightly, helping his thick meaty shaft push into the hot depths of my cunt. With each ensuing slow stroke more of his cock became lubricated with my sweet juices as my pussy opened to him and he began to thrust in and out of me, each deeper plunge taking my breath away. 

I had given birth to two healthy, nearly eight pound babies but still his thick cock felt like it was stretching me to the limit! My pussy lips burned gently as they strained to accept his insistent, forceful, slow thrusting but my God, even as much as it hurt it felt amazing! 

After so many years with my husbands barely average penis a new passion was awakened in me by the incredible sensation of being fully stretched and absolutely stuffed full by a man's cock. A primal animal need to fuck, to really fuck, came over me and I reached up grabbing the back of Mikes neck, drawing my face up to his, my teeth clenched in a mix of pain and ecstasy.

"Fuck me baby!" I commanded, "Give me every inch of your cock!" I threw my head back as his pace quickened, slamming his thick dick into me. "Yes! Yes!" 

I gave myself over to the power he had taken over me. Never in my life had I been fucked like this! He began to plunge in and out of my fully stretched wet cunt, my legs wide open with my knees in the air. I looked up dreamily into his contorted face as he thrust back into me taking my breath away with every stroke. 

"God your cock feels amazing." I whispered up at him, "I loved sucking you. I loved swallowing you... I haven't done that in so long but I loved feeling your cock and cum in my mouth."

"Fuck baby," he gasped, "Fuck, you're going to make me cum again already!" He trailed off then withdrew from me causing me to whimper slightly as he stood up. 

He pulled me up by my hand and led me naked, still in my heels I now realized, across the beautiful suite to the bedroom. As we entered he pushed me down playfully onto my stomach across the luxurious king bed. Without a word he grabbed my ankles and pulled me back to him as I squealed girlishly realizing he was going to take me from behind. Eagerly I obliged, scrambling onto my hands and knees, arching my back putting my ass into the air to give him clear access to my willing, open pussy. 

"Yes baby, that's it, yes." He positioned himself behind me, then, putting one foot up on the bed, I felt the fleshy meatiness of his cockhead forcing it's way back into me. I moaned and arched my back as the weight of his cock again entered me, stretching my already open willing pussy lips. 

The only way I can cum with my husband any more is by working my clit furiously as he pumps away at me from behind, so instinctively my fingers went to my clit, rubbing intensely at my firm wet button. The sensation of this incredible thick cock stretching me combined with my fingers on my fully aroused clit was almost too much. I began to moan and toss my head around uncontrollably like a wild animal as the sensations overwhelmed me. Mike steadied me, pushing my shoulders down and burying my head in the soft comforter of the bed. 

"Arch your back more baby, put that ass up in the air for me." I felt a sharp, hot, sting as he slapped my ass. "That's it baby, put it up there for me." I arched my back as far as I could lifting my ass and pussy to him as he wanted and turned my head on the bed to look back at him. He loomed over me from behind his face a mix of concentration and pleasure as he watched his cock plowing in and out of my sopping wet shaved pussy. 

One hand gripped my hip tightly and his heavy balls slapped against me as his other hand clenched and squeezed my ass and we lost ourselves in the rhythm of our fucking. His cock pounded into me as my ass bounced back, eager to meet his every thrust and my fingers stroked my happy clit. 

It went on for how long I don't know, minutes, hours? It could have gone on forever for all I cared as I was completely lost in the incredible sensations overwhelming me until vaguely I noticed the pace and intensity of his thrusting start to quicken and his breathing growing heavier behind me. His grip tightened on my hips and with a rush of excitement I realized that his orgasm was starting to build and another hot load was boiling deep inside his balls, about to erupt.

"Yes baby!" I urged him on, "Yes baby, cum for me! Give it to me! I want it so badly... please..." I whimpered, lost in pleasure as my heart raced in anticipation of the moment I now realized I had been waiting for; I needed to feel his cock release it's load into my mouth again and taste his luscious sweet cum. 

My begging must have worked as pulled his cock out of my stretched pussy and grunted, "Come here! Come get it baby!" 

I spun around on my knees as quickly as I could, desperate to get my mouth to his cock for my creamy reward! As my face came around his straining purple cock head, glistening with my own pussy juice, was right in front of me, clenched tightly in his fist. Just as I started to lean forward to take his pussy soaked cock in my mouth, a thick gout of cum erupted and blasted hot and wet across my cheek and lips!

I was a little startled as it splashed hot on my face but even more eager to taste him as I plunged down engulfing his spurting, pumping cock in my horny, wet mouth. He thrust forward stuffing his dick deep into my mouth, allowing me to taste the mix of his cum and my pussy juices together as he pushed himself between my willing lips to the back of my throat.

Oh my God it felt magnificent! The hot pulsing of his cock between my tightly stretched lips, pumping shot after shot of his sweet, creamy load into my mouth was what I felt like I had been craving my whole sexual life! The taste of his sweet cum was like a nectar I had not known until this night that I had been yearning for my whole life. 

My eyes rolled back in my head in bliss as I grabbed his shaft and pumped it fast and hard as my lips slid over the head. His cock twitched and pumped again and again, filing my cum hungry, greedy little mouth. 

The incredible sensation of Mike's hot load flooding me immediately drove my pussy crazy and my fingers went to work rubbing my clit and sliding into my stretched open cunt as my own orgasm built deep inside me. I needed to moan, to scream at the intensity of it all but my mouth was stuffed full of Mike's precious cock and cum. 

I bucked and rocked trying to maintain a tight seal on his pulsing shaft as my orgasm took hold of me until an uncontrollable moan erupted from the very core of my being causing the creamy goodness I was treasuring to spill out onto the bed sheets. 

Desperately I plunged my mouth down and hungrily lapped at the pearly pool like a starved animal as my body shook with the pleasure of my own orgasm. I whimpered a little with joy as I trembled in orgiastic ecstasy while happily slurping the warm goodness back into my mouth where it belonged.

My pussy pulsed with warm satisfaction as my tongue swirled through the creamy goodness I treasured back in my mouth. Mike had collapsed on the bed beside me watching me wide eyed with amazement at the cum slut I had become. 

I looked back at him my face conveying the sheer joy and thankfulness I felt as I carefully and a little wistfully I swallowed the thick, warm load he had shared with me, enjoying the luxuriant erotic warmth of it sliding down my throat. 

"Mmmm..." I closed my eyes and licked my wet, cum covered lips. "Mmm, God I love your cum baby!"

I noticed a white stream oozing from his deflating cock and quickly engulfed his cockhead in my mouth again as my fingers ringed the base of his shaft. Carefully I squeezed up his length as my cheeks puckered and I drew the last of his glorious cum from the tip of his cock.

"Thank you baby, you taste so good." I purred as I kissed and nuzzled his cock, rubbing my cum covered face and lips all over his softening meat. 

He mumbled back something that I couldn't understand as he lay across the bed on his back, his arm flung over his eyes, exhausted and happily drained. I slid up beside him resting my head against his chest as his arm flopped weakly down around my shoulder. 

I knew then I'd be staying the night, and that was fine with me as I drifted to sleep with the taste of his cum filling my my head with dreams for the morning.



Admission Pt. 03: Morning



I awoke feeing like a new woman, deeply satisfied from the previous night of fucking and discovering the sheer carnal joy of Mike's big cock and the sweet warm gooey reward it produced. Suite 111 was filling with light and the bed beside me where Mike had slept was tousled and empty but I heard the sound of the shower running. I stretched like a cat on the big luxurious bed, then rolled off the side and walked into the steam filled bathroom.

I thought I might just slip into the shower but Mike heard me enter the room and called out. 

"Molly? Hey.. is that you?" His wet head popped out of the shower door. "Hey! Morning! He smiled, taking a quick look up and down my naked body. "Man.. you look amazing!" He bit his lip a bit.. "Listen, I ordered us some room service.. would you mind letting them in? Should be here any moment..."

"Sure.. I suppose.. Sure you don't want me to jump in there with you...?" I pouted seductively.

"Oh, I do., I do! But I am starving after last night and they'll be here any second. And then we have a couple more hours together still." He grinned.

"Mmmmm.. well I like that!" I spun on my toes and grabbed a hotel robe off the hanger and walked out as I wrapped it tightly around me.

Sure enough, room service arrived shortly and the waiter arranged the food on the suites living room, on a side table by the windows... a pot of coffee, a pastry basket, a bowl of oatmeal, eggs benedict and a fruit plate with artfully arranged slices of a variety of melon, pineapple, some strawberries. I had to admit I was starving as well and it looked good as I plucked a berry off the plate.

Mike emerged from the bedroom wearing a matching hotel robe. He signed the check and ushered the bellman out as I sat down and poured two cups of coffee. 

"This looks lovely." I said as he picked up the coffee I had poured and took a croissant from the basket. He was standing at the table in front of me. From my seated position my face was exactly at his waist height and I could see the outline of his meaty cock hanging inside the loose robe. My pussy was a little sore but it still pulsed remembering the amazing sensation of his huge cock stretching it the night before. My mouth began to water as well as I remembered how the feeling of his hot cum exploding into my mouth, the warm sweetness of it filling me, had driven me to have one of the most intense orgasms of my life. 

I slid my hand in to his robe finding his soft, warm clean cock hanging heavily inside as my other hand tugged loose the belt with one quick tug. 

"Hmm.. you don't give a guy a break do you?" Mike sighed with a big bite of croissant filling his mouth.

"Unh-uh." I shook my head smiling at him as my fingers wrapped around his delicious softness. I leaned close into him, letting him feel my hot breath on him. I wanted to let him eat something but I was also overcome with my own hunger for him as his cock was just inches from my face. I knew what I wanted for breakfast and I brought my lips to his cockhead and kissed it lightly. 

"Mmmm.. all right.. all right," Mike said pushing my head back a little bit. "If we're going to do this now we're going to do it right." He said as he slipped his robe off his shoulders and stood naked in front of me. "Now, yours, take it off." 

I stood up and let the robe fall to the floor and stepped to him, wrapping my arms around his neck as his went around my waist. The feeling of our warm bodies pressing together was electric and our lips met in a passionate kiss. I began to gently roll my hips against the soft bulge of his cock and I felt it begin to stiffen as the heat of our embrace escalated. Suddenly, Mike pulled back, breaking our embrace and squeezing my chin firmly but gently in his strong right hand.

"Mmm you feel good baby.. but if you want me, if you want my cum this morning, you're going to have to follow my directions." He released my face with a slight push, "Get down on your knees." Eagerly I fell to my knees. "Tell me you want it... "

"Oh yes, please... I want it baby!" I begged as he stood in front of me looking down at my yearning face. His hand began slowly stroking his beautiful cock.

"What do you want? Tell me what you want." 

"I want you... I want to suck your cock again."

"Why do you want to suck it?"

"I... I... I want to feel you in my mouth.. I want to taste you and make you feel good." I stammered, unsure of what he wanted me to say. "Oh please baby, I've never wanted to suck a cock the way I want yours." I whimpered.

He maintained his concentration slowly working his almost fully erect cock with his fist. Clearly he was enjoying hearing me tell him how much I wanted him and I was a bit shocked to hear myself talking like I was but I didn't care, my lust for him overwhelmed my inhibitions. He knew I needed his fat cock and cum and he wasn't shy about making me beg for it.

"But why do you really want to suck it?" he asked quietly, staring into my eyes intently, his brazenness and intense focus on me was turning me on and my pussy began to moisten. 

God, how I wanted to feel his warm hardness pulsing in my mouth again! "I want to make you cum... I need to feel your hard cock shooting in my mouth." I licked my lips slowly at the thought.

"Mmmm.. that's nice baby.. that's nice..." He murmured dreamily as he brought the tip of his cock closer to my lips "Lick it a little for me. Just your tongue, I want to watch you."

Slowly, delicately I brought my tongue to his now straining cockhead and let it slide over the head, then all around it in a wet circle. My tongue and pussy felt electric at the warm sensuous taste of his skin and the hint of precum already oozing from the tip.

"That's it baby, love that cock, worship it with your mouth." He sighed as I licked and nibbled sensuously all over his cock, letting him feel my lips, tongue and hot breath play on his sensitive skin. "Yes, yesss.. that's it. I'm just going to watch you... I'm going to let you suck my cock and just watch you love it."

Knowing he was watching me so intently as I knelt before him worshipping his cock in the soft morning light turned me on in a whole new way. I wanted to put on a show for him as I tried to give him the sexiest, best blowjob I possibly could. 

There are a few reasons a woman can suck a man's cock. One is foreplay, just to get him hard. Another is to do him a favor, sucking him off because he did something nice for you, or it's a special occasion. Or when your young and don't know better, you kind of explore everything so suck your boyfriends penis for a bit. Even if you liked, loved it even, in those early years it was still just young exploration. 

This though was a new way, to me at least. For the first time in my life I truly wanted to suck cock for the sheer joy of it. To feel it's strong, hard, masculine warmth in my mouth, working it lovingly with the sole intention of making it release all its magnificent tension into me, pumping all its precious creamy reward into my happy yearning mouth.

The very thought of his allowing me to suck him again now made me breathless as I brought my hands to his cock, my left wrapping around the base and my right cupping his heavy balls. Mike released his grip on himself and I lifted his heavy cock up and ran my wet tongue in a slow, wet luxurious lick from base to head, lingering there to lick the underside of his glans then pressed my face against the shaft, rubbing the smooth, soft warmth wetness of it all over my blissful face. 

Slowly, I repeated the long lick from base to tip several times, each time my mouth getting wetter as saliva gushed in eager anticipation what was to come.

Finally when neither Mike nor I could take the tension anymore, I licked all the way up on last time and slipped my wet lips over the head, letting just the tip push its way in, then a little more until my lips stretched one final impossible little bit and popped over the thick ridge of his cockhead.

Mike and I groaned together in deep satisfaction. Fuck it felt amazing! My lips had had to stretch so much it felt like trying to stuff a whole plum into my mouth but the reward of the warm, silky smooth cock head gently pulsing in my mouth was worth the effort. I left it there in my mouth just feeling it nestled snuggly there, tasting the warm maleness of it mixed with a hint of slippery precum. I twisted my head a little from side to side slowly, letting Mike feel the soft friction of my lips.

Slowly I pushed my way down his shaft swallowing as much as I could until his head pressed up against the back of my throat and I slid back up to the tip. My hand came up to meet my lips and slide on his shaft in the slick saliva my mouth had left coating his cock. I breathed deep and slid back down his shaft, straining my lips to get a another inch in.

"Yes, Molly take that cock for me. Take it... you feel so good, so good."

I began to suck him in earnest now, my hand stroking and twisting up and down the shaft as I swallowed the swollen apple head, my lips stretching over the ridge and down until it plowed into my throat. God I wished I could fit more in my mouth but it was impossible. I had certainly heard of deep throating but I could not even begin to imagine that with this huge cock, that was something I might have to work on I thought excitedly as I began to suck faster and harder.

"God I love watching you suck my cock Molly. I can't believe it... You're so sexy.. so sexy." He pulled back suddenly, pulling his cock from my mouth, strands of saliva clinging to my lips.

"Here, come with me." He commanded, offering me his hand as he led me naked into the bedroom but instead of throwing me across the bed this time he led me into the large adjoining dressing room, stopping in front of the huge full length mirror that covered one wall. 

"Here," He gave me a gentle nudge down and tilted his hips forward slightly offering his wet cock to me again. "I want to watch you, really watch you..."

I dropped to my knees in front of him and happily took him back into my mouth. My wet spit on his dick had cooled making it feel cold as it slid back into the warm depths. Mike's gaze fixed on me in the mirror as I worked down his shaft and out of the corner of my eye I could see myself straining to stuff his big cock into my hungry, wet mouth. I had to admit it looked incredibly sexy. I had never seen myself suck cock before but the reflection of me naked, on my knees with my lips stretched tightly around Mikes enormous rod looked incredible.

Being able to watch myself made me really focus and get to work on his cock using every trick I knew, reveling in putting on a show. Sucking him as deep as I could then resting, licking and teasing his head as I stoked it, sometimes sucking just the head, then releasing it, breathing heavily on it as I stroked it, then sucked him all the way down till his head probed at my throat again.

"Yes.. look at all that cock in your mouth. Do you like how it looks? Do you like how you look sucking me?" Mike was clearly getting off on being able to see me like this and my watching myself. I had to admit I did look really fucking sexy kneeling naked there before him worshipping his majestic cock.

"Yes baby, I love it! I love seeing your big cock filling my mouth... I love having you watch me.. I want to make you cum.. I want to watch you cum in my mouth for me!" I plunged my mouth down over his cock again. My pussy was on fire and I couldn't ignore it anymore as my right hand left his balls and slipped down to my soft wet cunt, rubbing and teasing my swollen clit.

"Yes, that's it, play with that wet pussy... I want you to cum with my load filling your mouth." His slight thrusting of his cock became more insistent, slamming his thick cock head against the back of my throat. 

My mouth was watering so much I could see my wet drool running down my chin and onto the floor as the thick cocksucking saliva from my throat leaked out around his shaft. My hand slid up and down, stroking the at least six inches of his shaft that I couldn't manage to stuff into my mouth even as my lips stretched and my throat strained to take even just a little more.

Mike pulled his cock from my throat and began to stroke it as I turned to look at myself in the mirror. My face was slick with saliva and my eyes were watering but I had never looked or felt sexier. 

"You look amazing," Mike said, noticing me checking my reflection. "I can't wait to cum for you and watch it all..."

"Mmmmm... me neither baby!" I licked my lips slowly and smiled up into the mirror at him. "I want it so badly." I pouted, my eyes imploring him.

Mike groaned a little in concentration as he stroked his cock slowly, holding back his orgasm. 

"Where do you want it baby? Tell me where you want me to cum."

"Oh! All in my mouth! Oh God I want to taste you again! Please!" I moaned and began to suck on my finger as I looked up into his face imploring him to give me my reward. 

Mike thrust his cock forward again, shoving himself back into my mouth. I watched in the mirror as it slid into my mouth forcing my jaw open as my lips stretched into a perfect tight "O" around his thick shaft. I watched wide eyed as he pressed forward shoving his cock into me until it pressed against the very back of my throat. Mike held himself there, firmly holding my head as I struggled to breathe even as I loved being stuffed full of his cock. As it pulsed there against my throat I could tell he was close to cumming, his breathing growing ragged and tense as he strained to hold me down on his thick rod. 

Sensing his orgasm building drove me wild in anticipation of receiving his load again and my fingers quickened their pace on my clit. Mike released my head now and I gasped for air before plunging back down, bobbing up and down hungrily, my hand stroking his length.

As I said before, there is something different about sucking cock when you are 100% intent on making your man cum. There's no holding back when you're sole focus is on getting your luscious, creamy reward and at that moment I wanted it more than anything as my hands, mouth lips and tongue all worked together with focused, lustful determination! 

I didn't recognize the woman I saw reflected in the mirror as she ravenously worked the big cock in her mouth. Drool covered her face and tits, her hair was damp with sweat and there was a wild, animal look in her eyes as she choked and gagged on the fat cock stretching her lips, but my God she looked hot!

"Ooohhh... I'm gonna cum!" Mike groaned, "Oh God yes baby... just like that, don't stop!" as I bobbed up and down his shaft. 

Mike grabbed the base of his cock and pulled it from my mouth stroking it rapidly as I strove to get the head back between my lips. "Open your fucking mouth, tip your head back!" Mike directed me urgently.

"Oh yes baby! Give it to me... shoot if for me!" I begged, looking up into his eyes longingly.

With a shuddering groan and one final stroke Mike's cock erupted, a gorgeous thick white stream of cum exploding from the tip splashing hot and wet across my yearning tongue. A second, and then a third, hot stream blasted into my willing, begging, open mouth filling it with it's warm, sweet saltiness before Mike turned his hips slightly and shot two more thick streams across the mirror in front of me.

Feeling the hot cream in my mouth and seeing my cum smeared reflection drove my pussy wild as I rode my rubbing fingers to my own orgasm. My body shook and quivered as I gasped for air while trying to hold my luscious reward in my mouth. 

Finally the convulsions of my orgasm subsided and I was able to come back into the moment. Mike had collapsed weakly against the wall still clutching his cock in his fist as my eyes came back into focus and I took in the glorious scene reflected in the mirror before me. 

My naked body was trembling. Drool and cum dripped down running between my breasts but the most amazing things was my face; I was a cum smeared mess! Thick strands clung to my lips and cheeks, mingling there with the wet sheen of my own cocksucking juices and my hair was tangled and sweaty, yet, through all of that there was a profound look of happy satisfaction on my face. 

I moved closer to the mirror to admire myself. I opened my mouth marveling at all the cum accumulated there. I twirled my tongue in the warm, milky white pool, it's soft pinkness cavorting in Mike's sweet load. God, it looked amazing! To be able to see myself like this was the sexiest thing I could imagine. I looked and felt so utterly feminine that I didn't ever want to stop admiring myself but finally, after one last, long, appraising look at the happy cum slut in the mirror, I opened my mouth wide, letting all the warm jizz pool around my tongue, then swallowed slowly feeling it slide down my throat and into my hungry belly. 

Mike had snapped free from his own post orgiastic reverie and had been watching me as I admired my reflection and played lovingly with the sweet cum he had shared with me. As I sighed a satisfied post-swallow sigh, he pushed the back of my head gently but firmly towards the my reflection and the two streams of cum dripping slowly down the cool glass.

"Lick it up.. lick it all up." He instructed me and without hesitation my tongue darted out and lapped at the slick glass. A couple of long streams dripped down the mirror and I dropped low, licking slowly all the way up as I watched myself carefully gathering every drop happily into my mouth. 

"Yes Molly, lick it all up." I thought to myself "Lick it all up like a a good girl. You deserve it. That's right, get it all like the cum slut you are!" I had never before seen the look I now saw in my own eyes as I cleaned that mirror; a profound sense of deep satisfaction gleaming there as I licked the last few drops from the glass.

I turned my reflection up to Mike and opened my mouth to show him the last of his cum on my tongue then, staring him in the eye I swallowed again, focusing on the sublime feeling as the last of his sweet cum slid down my throat.

"Mmmmmmmm..." I sighed as I sat back on my heels and smiled up at Mike in thanks as he looked down at me with a look of loving amazement.

"Oh my God, Molly! That was unbelievable!" He started to laugh a little, "Oh my God.. Oh my..." laughing more now he hugged my head to his waist.. "We have GOT to get your son into school!"

By now I had almost completely forgotten our arrangement, that Mike would help get my son in to his University if I spent the night with him. My newfound lust had eclipsed the importance of that but I realized now even as our deal was complete that I needed Mike's help not only for my son's future but for my own now, as I looked forward to visiting Boston as often as possible in the years ahead!



Admission Pt. 04: The Return



It had been six weeks since I had first reconnected with Mike. Six weeks since I had first sought his help and he had offered me the deal I could not refuse: Get my son into the university of his dreams in exchange for giving myself to him fully for one night. Six long weeks since I had nervously ridden the elevator to his suite and six weeks since he had unleashed in me a reckless wanton passion that had left me desperately yearning for him ever since. 

What had begun out of my desperation to help my son, my willingness to go so far as to use a woman's prerogative to trade sex for power had in the end turned on me. My night with Mike and his big, thick, strong cock had awakened a desire in me that only he could quench and now it was I who was powerless. I fidgeted excitedly in my business class seat as the plane made its final approach into Boston. My carefully shaved pussy was wet and tingling and my heart pounded as I tried to remain calm at the thought of giving myself to him again.

I had returned home to my husband after that night of passion feeling alive and invigorated, guilty to have cheated on him but excited by what Mike's big cock had unleashed in me. Within days however the monotony of life with my husband crept back and my mind began to wander back to my memories of that night in Boston. I tried to have sex with my husband, fucking him with an intensity I hadn't brought to our bedroom in some time but his barely average cock couldn't even begin to fulfill me after the real fucking Mike had given me.

I simply couldn't stop dreaming of Mike's cock. I started masturbating nearly every day, sometimes twice as I yearned to feel him stretching my pussy to its limits again. I finally went so far as to order a huge dildo, overnight delivery even, but no matter how much I fucked myself with it and rubbed frantically at my clit reliving the memories of that night, it just wasn't the same. I needed to feel the warm pulsing of his thick meaty shaft and more than anything I yearned to feel his straining cock explode in my mouth, filling me with his incredible hot load.

Something about the raw passion Mike had drawn out of me had changed me and l had found myself literally begging for his cum. When he had finally honored me by releasing into my pleading, hungry mouth, the sensation had driven me to the deepest orgasm of my life. That one night had turned me from a bored, married, 44 year old into a cum thirsty slut willing to do anything to please the man I was now finally about to see again.

My heart had leapt when Mike had finally called saying he had some information on the status of my son's application and I was even more excited when he refused to tell me anything more saying he needed to see me in person. Quickly I cobbled together a story for my husband about filling in for an instructor on a Yoga retreat and booked myself a flight and now both my heart and pussy were aching in anticipation as the wheels finally touched down.

Mike had said he'd arrange a car to pick me up but I hadn't expected a limo and I was even more surprised when the driver opened the door and Mike himself was inside grinning at me! My heart burst with a rush of excitement and I fought the urge to squeal with delight in front of the driver as he took my bags and I climbed into the back compartment. 

"Oh my God! I didn't expect you! I thought you were going to meet you at the Hotel?" I whispered excitedly as I climbed into the car beside him.

"I cleared my calendar. I decided I had to see you as soon as possible" he kissed my cheek politely as the driver closed the door behind us and we were alone in the dim back seat. "You look absolutely amazing!" 

"Thank you," I blushed, my heart racing. I had worn a tight fitting white dress for my trip to see him. Sexy enough that my husband had commented on how fantastic my ass looked in it as he had dropped me off at the airport, but while his praise had just annoyed me Mike's made my heart race. "and thank you for picking me up. I've been dying to see you!" I tried not to sound desperate but I couldn't help it.

"Well, I couldn't stop thinking about you either... you made quite an impression last time." he laughed.

"I'm glad... you certainly brought something out in me" I giggled, a little embarrassed by the flash of memories at the wanton slut I had been for him. My lust had driven me to behave in ways, to do things, I had never imagined and yet as shocked as I was at my own behavior that night I had returned to Boston driven by my primal need to feel his cock inside me and taste his sweet cum again.

"Well I hope you bring something out of me again, and soon!" He chuckled at his double entendre but I noticed his cock already bulging in his suit pants.

"I can work on that if you want..." I said coyly as my fingers traced the outline of his already thick cock though the soft fabric of his pants... his breath quickened a little as I rubbed more firmly.

"Mmm... That feels so good baby." He moaned, his eyes closing as his hips slid forward slightly on the soft leather seat inviting me to continue. My hand stroked his cock more quickly now, eager to get him fully hard as my lips went to his and our tongues sought each other's in eager, lustful connection. Despite being in the back of the limo with his driver just on the other side of the compartment, I had been waiting so long I couldn't wait, I knew I had to taste him right then and there and my fingers began searching clumsily for his zipper.

"Yes, baby..." he encouraged me as my hand found and pulled down the metal tab, then snaked inside his pants to find the heat of his half erect cock. My fingers were amazed again by the sheer size of it as they tried to grasp it and pull it out through the relatively small opening. His hips shifted and wriggled helping me to free his trapped cock and I gasped as it finally popped out. Even half hard it was bigger than I remembered as my fingers grasped the thick base, feeling the pulse of his swiftly growing erection, and began to stroke up and down his warm, soft length. 

There was something amazing about the sheer weight of his half erect cock as it flopped over in my hand that drove me wild. The primal instinctive animal lust that had come over me at our first encounter overwhelmed me again. I had to have him in my mouth. I had no choice, I could not be coy or playful or tease him, I needed him to the very core of my being.

I broke our kiss and with no pretense or subtlety plunged my mouth down on the object of my desire, enveloping his bulging cockhead and stuffing as much of his delicious meatiness into my mouth as I could manage.

"Gggggg" a deep, gutteral groan escaped Mikes lips as the wet softness of my mouth engulfed his manhood. As good as it felt for him I was sure it was even better for me! I had been dreaming of this for weeks and finally I had him in my mouth again. I worked up and down hungrily, plunging down again and again desperately trying to get as much of him my mouth as I could as my hand stroked the base in the slick saliva that gushed from my mouth and down his shaft despite my lips tight seal around his meaty girth. His hands grasped my head and guided me down as his cock quickly reached its full rock hard glory. His cockhead pressed hard against the back of my throat on each deep plunge even though my hands still stroked up and down another thick six inches at least. 

While dreaming of Mike at home I had begun sucking on my big dildo while I frigged my clit giving myself the most intense orgasms by forcing the latex head deep into my throat. It was such a turn on to strain and work to fit it into my throat as I remembered Mikes big cock filling me that soon my pussy would clench and I would cum hard gasping for air with the dildo filling my throat. I became fixated on the idea of deep throating Mikes cock. I Googled up some tips and practiced daily, learning to relax my gag reflex and breathe. I learned that as I began to work it deeper into my throat the thick saliva there would lubricate it and actually make it easier to take. I had spent many hours working to open my throat to that big dildo but now, here in the presence of Mikes actual rock hard dick I couldn't imagine how I was ever going to fit it in, and yet I knew I had to try. After yearning for him for so long I needed as much of him inside me as I could manage, even if it killed me!

Focusing hard to relax I took a deep breath and plunged down his shaft again until his head pressed against the back of my throat. At the point where normally I would stop or gag I carefully relaxed and pressed down slowly forcing him deeper. I opened even further and twisted my head a little to position it properly then forced my way down again, his cockhead sliding slowly past my tonsils. My body shook at the effort of trying to take it but my sheer desire for his cock to fill me drove me to do all I could to take just a little more.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" Mike panted and clamped his hands down on the back of my head as his cock slid into me, his hands holding me down firmly as his thick cock filled my eager, happy throat. I fought to hold him there, loving feeling of opening myself fully to him, as his gorgeous cock pulsed warmly in my throat until finally I had to come up for air. 

I gasped and sputtered sloppily as I released him, my eyes watering from the effort. My hand pumped his shaft, sliding in the thick strands of salvia running from my throat to his shining cockhead as I caught my breath, smiling at my accomplishment.

"Holy shit baby that was amazing! Do it again! Do it again" Mike begged excitedly.

I gathered myself, took a deep breath and looked up deeply into his eyes as I slowly worked my way down again, twisting my head slightly back and forth to work him past my tonsils. I was determined to take even just a little more of his cock this time so as deep as he already was, I forced myself down again another inch sliding past my stretched lips as they strained to reach the base of his cock. God I wanted to take it all! I wanted to reach the base, to bury my nose in his soft pubic hair if I could only open my throat just... a... little... more... I was shaking slightly as his hands helped push me down... I was almost there but I had to come up for air again, slurping and gasping loudly as I sucked my warm spit as his cock popped free from my mouth again. I took a few moments to lick and nibble at his glans and head as I recovered.

"Fuck baby! Where did you learn to do that?" Mike exclaimed as he quickly undid his belt and together we pushed his pants down around his ankles. I cupped his warm balls and went back to my ministrations to his cock. Mike quickly forced me down, shoving his hard cockhead roughly deep into my throat again but my throat was lubricated and open now so I was able to take him more until finally, with a satisfying popping sensation my lips locked around the very base of his shaft and I buried my nose in his soft pubic mound. 

I had never fully deep throated anyone before but my intense yearning for every inch of Mikes cock had driven me to new heights and his meat now slid down my throat filling me with a warm contentment that made my pussy quiver. My fingers slid under the waistband of my panties began to rub quickly at my sopping wet pussy and clit. 

"Oh Baby I love sucking your cock!" I whispered as I licked and sucked his head "I missed it so much" I took him back in my mouth, deep into my throat and back up again. " Oh but I want you to fuck me. Fuck me please!" I was completely lost, out of my mind with lust as I slobbered all over his cock and my fingers were coated as they played in my wet cunt.

"Not yet baby," Mike purred, "I'm saving that for the hotel. I have a surprise there for you but I need you to suck me off now so I can give you a good, long fuck there later" he smiled down at me. "Be a good girl and keep sucking my cock and I'll shoot in your mouth for you. That is what you want isn't it?"

"Mmm Hmmmph" I could only grunt in agreement as his cock shoved back into my throat but he was right. My pussy could wait but my soul was starved for his cum and I needed it right then and there.

I continued to rub my pussy with one hand while I went back down his long shaft. My other hand stroked the base as I sucked on his cockhead before plunging him down my throat and swallowing every inch again. God it felt incredible! I was on fire, my pussy already building towards orgasm as I sucked all the way up Mikes shaft letting the head pop out of my mouth as I took a few quick breaths then plunged down again writhing and pushing to swallow him whole. 

"That's it baby... That's it, take that cock all the way down your fucking throat!" Mike moaned as I felt his cock straining and pulsing and I knew he was getting close to cumming for me.

"Yes baby! Yes" I begged as my hand stroked furiously over his swollen purple head. "Yes, shoot your load for me! I need it so badly!" I looked up at him, my shining blue eyes imploring him to give me my reward as I stroked his cock as fast as I could.

With a sudden twitch that caught me by surprise his cock exploded, a thick, hot white stream blasting across my face and splashing warm and wet over my lips! As fast as I could I plunged down on his gushing cock and his hot cum filled my mouth with the glorious taste of his sweet salty essence that I had so desperately been yearning for all those past six weeks! 

Opening my throat again I plunged his spurting cock all the way down to the base, pressing my nose hard against his firm pubic mound as his hands held me tightly down as he thrust his hips against my face, smashing my nose against him as he pumped his seed deep into my hungry belly. I could feel his huge cock lodged tightly in my throat as it twitched and pulsed, shooting one, two, three times directly into my gulping, contracting throat until finally I choked and had to slide my lips back up his still pumping. It seemed he would never stop cumming as a fourth, fifth and even sixth hot blast erupted from his tight balls as I writhed in ecstasy at every warm spurt of cream filling my happy mouth.

Mikes hips rose up as he bucked and strained with the intensity of the orgasm wracking his body. My wet lips stretched tightly around his shaft gave way as cum overflowed my mouth and ran down the shaft of his cock in glistening pearly streams, pooling at the base. I swallowed greedily gulping down some of the cum tickling at the back of my throat but leaving myself with plenty to savor. The sensual sensation of just that partial load sliding down my throat threw me over the edge as my own orgasm exploded within me, the intensity of it rocking my body as I fought to keep my lips sealed around Mikes still twitching shaft.

Mike groaned and sighed a deep satisfied, sound as he sank back into the limo seat. His hands relaxed on the back of my head but I still kept his cock deep inside my mouth as I rode the wave of my own orgasm as Mikes own convulsing hips quieted.

As my orgasm finally subsided I lifted my face to show Mike the huge load I had hungrily sucked from him, opening my mouth wide as my tongue swam happily in the warm pool filling my mouth. Mike smiled down at me his eyes half closed in bliss. He reached down and gently scooped the thick strands hanging off my wet chin into my waiting mouth. 

"Don't want you to miss any." He cooed gently as I eagerly sucked the last sweet drops from his fingertips. My eyes looked deeply into his, my yearning face striving to convey the deep pleading sense of thanks and satisfaction at having earned the reward of his warm cum again. My eyes never left his as I closed my mouth and swallowed gently, his warm cream sliding down into my cum-starved belly. 

I collapsed into his lap, my face coming to rest inches from his still pulsing and twitching wet cock. I sighed, truly satisfied for the first time since that night when he had first shared his cock and glorious cum with me. "God I've missed you" I whispered, half to Mike but even more to his warm, wet cock throbbing before me as it slowly deflated. 

My eyes made their way down the length of his shaft, lovingly examining every inch, every vein, until at the base I noticed pools of cum that had leaked from my lips as his load had overflowed my mouth, glistening wetly in his cropped pubic hair at the root of his cock. Instinctively I was drawn to it and eagerly I lapped and sucked it all up, carefully cleaning every last drop from him, happy to have found even just a little more of his essence to savor. Finally, with him licked clean, I swallowed again and rested my head back in his lap as his hand caressed my hair and softly traced the contour of my ear. 

"Oh man that was amazing. I'm sorry I came so quickly." Mike sighed apologetically "I was saving that up for you. I haven't jacked off or anything in over a week, I wanted to have a huge load ready for you."

"Well you certainly did you naughty boy!" I teased, "Thank you," I kissed his thigh, "I loved it, every drop of it!"

"I was supposed to be saving it for you for the hotel. I have a little surprise planned there for you, but I got so horny thinking of you coming back that I couldn't wait any longer."

"Well I hope it was worth it, it certainly it was for me!" I smiled at him. "So what is this surprise?"

"You'll see, you'll see..." he looked down at me, "just a little something special for you tonight. I hope you'll like it."

I nestled my cumslick cheek happily against his warm thigh as the limo made its way towards the hotel. I had no idea that the surprise Mike had planned for me would make me into even more of a cum whore than I had already become but as I had already learned with him, anything was possible.



Admission Pt. 05: Molly's Surprise



We were still straightening ourselves, Mike bucking his belt, me adjusting my dress, as the limo pulled into the hotel. 

I wiped my cheek repeatedly to be sure there was no trace left of the cum I had made Mike shoot across it just minutes ago. I didn't want it to be obvious to everyone in the lobby that I had just been sucking cock and eating cum, even though it gave me a warm, sexy feeling of satisfaction to know that I had. 

We pulled into the hotel entrance and Mike kissed me gently on the cheek as his driver opened the door. 

"Come up to my room for drinks at 6:30" he whispered as I exited the limo, "and I'll give you your surprise." The door shut behind me and the car drove away as if nothing had happened. We were after all trying to keep up appearances of just being two happily married old friends. 

It was just about 5:30 when I got to my room so I only had a little time to get ready. I poured a glass of wine from the mini bar as I ran a hot bath as I let my mind wander back over the course of the last 6 weeks. It was amazing how my drive to help my college bound son get into the school of his, our dreams, had brought me to Mike and how that reconnection had turned me from a 44 year old mother of two in a boring marriage into the lustful wanton hussy I had become, but I had to admit it felt good. It felt good to desire a man again in a way I hadn't in so very long. Felt good to feel my pussy tingle when I thought of him. It felt good to want him and to want to please him. Most of all it felt amazing to want to his cum so desperately. To burn with desire to feel him explode, to feel his hot, satisfying load filling my mouth.

I shook free from my reverie and jokingly fanned myself with my hand, "Molly Morse what has come over you!" 

I poured back the rest of then glass of wine and slipped into the bath. I washed myself carefully, paying special attention to the intimate folds of my pussy and the puckered rosebud of my ass, wanting to be sure to be clean for the night ahead. I ran my razor carefully over my plump soft labia again, even though I already had shaved that morning just to be 100% sure that I was as bare and smooth as possible.

I dressed in a sexy bra and panty set that I had bought for the occasion. My husband had actually noticed it when I was packing and had wondered aloud why I never wore underwear like that when I was home. I had told him sternly that it was a work trip and I needed to look good and that he should just leave me alone. Ugh, he was always complaining but I had to admit as I checked myself out in the mirror that the boring twit was missing something; it did look really good on me. The boy short cut of the panty softly cupping the curve of my still firm 44 year old ass. 

I put on a short skirt and sleeveless white blouse that let the lace of the bra show though slightly. It was way sexier than I normally dressed in yoga pants and tank tops, but I wanted to look good for Mike. He made me feel differently than I could ever remember feeling and I wanted that to show. At 5:56 I had waited as long as I could and I wrapped a shawl around my shoulders and headed out down the hall back to suit 1100.

Mike opened the door for me moments after my knock and ushered me into the sitting room of his suite where we had first fucked just six long weeks ago. As I came into the room I was taken aback to find an elegantly dressed, very handsome black man rising from his seat. 

"Molly, this is Joseph." Mike gestured towards him as Joseph extended his hand to me, the crows feet around his dark eyes crinkling as he smiled broadly, his white teeth in his dark face seeming to light up the room. "Joseph is the head of Admissions at the University."

"Oh!" I was taken aback, truly excited by what this might mean to my quest to get my son in to school, but flustered as his presence meant Mike would not be fucking me, at least for awhile longer.

"Oh, how wonderful to meet you!" I took his hand, his long fingers completely wrapping around my own. He was incredibly handsome in such a fascinatingly elegant way that I felt my face flush a bit.

"Likeswise," He smiled, "I've heard a lot about you..." He trailed off, "And your son." He added as an afterthought and I thought I detected a slight tone of something devious.

"Yes," Mike chimed in, "I've told Joseph all about you Molly and he said he'd like to meet you, to discuss your situation." Mike handed me a glass of wine.

"Well, it's wonderful to meet you." I said brightly, trying to cover the sense I had that something was up. "I hope Mike was nice about me!" I laughed, trying to keep things light but my head was swimming a little... I was not prepared for this. I thought Mike was just having me up for a drink and nice long fuck before dinner so I wasn't prepared for a meeting that might be so crucial to my son's future.

We took seats around the glass coffee table that was the centerpiece of the suite and drank our wine, chatting idly about my trip, Boston, and eventually to the importance of education and my son's future.

"Well, Molly," Joseph leaned in towards me across the low table. "That of course is why Mike asked me here tonight. I've looked at your son's application and I can see that he's a wonderful young man and would be a great fit with us but you have to understand what an incredibly competitive world college admissions is these days." 

"Oh, I do, I do understand that. It's crazy out there, but I just know with all my heart that my son belongs there and I know there has to be a way."

"Well, I think there may be. There may be..." Joseph sat back and looked across at Mike who smiled back at him.

"Molly, I've told Joseph all about you, about how committed you've been to your son and all you've been willing to do ..." Mike said looking me in eye and smiling slightly, devilishly.

"Ummm.. You have?" I stammered slightly, feeling myself go hot all over as I blushed deeply, what did Mike mean by ALL about me?

"Yes... After our night together, I went to him about your son and about you, about how desperate you were to get him in... and, well, I guess from that I couldn't help but brag a little about how amazing you've been."

"Amazing...??" My head was spinning as it became clear that Mike had told him way more than I was comfortable with.

"Yes, I told him about our deal and what an amazingly sexy slut you've been for me." He smiled wickedly, looking me in the eye to gauge my reaction.

The room was spinning. I was going to be sick. How could Mike tell anyone that, much less the head of admissions? I struggled to maintain my composure.

"Don't worry, don't worry, relax." Mike put his hand on my knee reassuringly. "Joseph is cool. When I told him he just wanted to see your commitment for himself, he had to, right Joseph?"

"Yes, of course, I mean, from what Mike told me..." He trailed off as his eyes looked me up and down, "He didn't do you justice Mrs. Morse."

"I... I.. ." I stammered.. "I don't know what you mean.. I don't know what..."

"This is the surprise I was telling you about Molly." Mike leaned in again. "Joseph here is willing to help you but he needs to see for himself what a, umm, dedicated mother you are."

"But, Mike.."My eyes looked at him imploringly "Mike... I.." I didn't know what to say as my mind raced.

"We had a deal right? Right? A deal to get your son in to school, this as a part of that deal." 

I sat back, my head light as stars spun around the edges of my vision and I fought to get a grip on myself. Breathe, just breathe... I centered myself and emptied the wine glass I held, placing it down with a clink on the glass coffee table. Mike smiled and filled it again...

"Oooh boy!" I sighed, still flustered. "I'm sorry, I didn't see this coming." 

"No, I imagine not" Mike said setting the wine bottle down. "I didn't really either but then I got talking to Joseph about you. I got to bragging a little about how hot you were and well, he was understandably interested. Then I remembered you saying you wanted to suck my cock while I was fucking you last time and well, I kind of thought you might..."

"Oh my GOD Mike! I didn't say that!" I interrupted loudly, sitting up straight blushing profusely. I couldn't believe this was happening. Was he serious? Was I supposed to be with both of them? My mind raced and my heart was pounding.

"I don't want this to be a problem." Joseph said looking back and forth between Mike and me.

"No, no... just give me a minute. Give me a minute..." I took a deep breath and took a long drink from my refilled glass as my mind spun through the possibilities. 

I had never been with a black guy and he was certainly very handsome. And I most certainly had never been with two guys at once. I had maybe fantasized about it a little but never really considered it. I did kind of remember telling Mike I wanted to suck his cock while at the same time feeling my pussy stretched and full, but that was just with him, for him.., and yet...my heart was definitely racing at the thought of both of pleasing both these men, and it would mean my son would get into the university. But seriously? Who did Mike think I was? How dare he offer me up to Joe like a whore? And yet even as I thought that I knew that I already was one. I had become a whore the moment I had agreed to the offer he had made, a whore the moment I had first sucked his cock and a whore when I had begged him to give me his cum. He knew he had me, he knew what I slut I had been with him when given the chance so who was I to try and suddenly act like anything else?

"So," I exhaled, "What do you two boys want me to do?" I said over the edge of my wine glass fixing them with a cool, lascivious stare as I bit my lip.

Mike sat back in his seat a little and smiled a satisfied grin. Joseph smiled too, his white teeth beaming from his dark, elegant face.

"Good baby, good." Mike smiled at me, then at Jospeph. "I told you she'd be down with it. She's a great little slut." Mike leaned over and kissed me softly, then more firmly as I pressed back against his lips and our tongues met igniting a spark of sexual excitement and lust in me.

Mikes hands slid around my waist and pulled me to him as I stroked his back and neck. He slid his hands under my skirt and up my bare thighs as he rolled back and pulled me up and over him until I straddled his lap. Both his hands now slid up the back of my thighs, hiking my short skirt up giving Joe a clear look at my ass in the sheer boy-short panties I had selected.

"Man, you were right, that is one beautiful ass!" I heard Joseph say behind me from across the sitting area where he was watching Mike and I as we made out like High School kids. I couldn't believe I was doing that right in front of a man I had just met, a man who held the key to my and my son's future no less, but I had to admit I was incredibly turned on. At that moment I decided that if I was going to do this I was going to just go for it and live out the fantasy to it's fullest.

"You like it?" I said looking back at him with my eyes suddenly smoldering with lust "why don't you come over here and have a closer look?" I wiggled it at him slightly for good measure.

Joseph rose up out of his chair and came around the table to sit at the end of the couch behind me. I turned back to kissing Mike, our eager tongues teasing, sucking and darting at each other. I felt Joseph's hands on my ass cheeks squeezing them gently then rubbing and squeezing them again

"Such a nice ass," he murmured, "Such a nice, nice ass." I felt his face press against my left cheek as his lips begin to kiss, lick and suck at the soft skin.

"Mmm... Yes!" I sighed a little, "Play with my ass baby," Mike's hands came up to my breasts and began to squeeze them through the thin fabric of my blouse, twisting and pulling at my hardening nipples while at the same time Joseph's fingers slid around under and between my legs and brushed against the wet fabric at the crotch of my panties, then firmly began rubbing back and forth as he buried his face into the soft cheeks of my ass.

Things began to move quickly then, as suddenly we all became more comfortable and lost our inhibitions. If we were going to have a threesome we might as well all just go for it!

Mike pulled my blouse off over my head as Josephs fingers slid under my panties into my wet cunt, probing between the soft wet lips, then suddenly he tugged the panties off altogether as I wriggled eagerly to help them off. Mike undid my bra and my breasts spilled out against his chest. His hands went back to teasing my now bare nipples. Josephs long finger slid into my pussy as his other fingertips stroked at my swelling clit, then two fingers slipped into me. I groaned as he began to finger fuck me slowly and firmly. Suddenly I felt a soft wet warmth as his tongue began to lick and work the tight rosebud of my ass. Oh my God it felt amazing, eliciting a lustful groan from me. Mike broke our passionate kiss and wriggled up from under me until his belt came into view in front of my face. Desperately I pulled it loose with a jerk then opened his pants to reveal the hardening cock I lusted for. I pressed my face into it, breathing in the warm musky scent, feeling it's warmth against my cheek as Josephs tongue pushed into my ass in rhythm with his fingers fucking my cunt.

I licked all the way up the long underside of Mikes shaft and back down again, letting the underside of my tongue graze down slowly, my right hand slid up it and picked it up, again the weight of it hit me as I brought my mouth up and flicked at the head with my tongue. Mike relaxed back, shifting his hips slightly to give me better angle to minister to his huge dick. 

"Yes.. come on baby.. suck it... suck that dick, you know you want it."

And I did. I did want it. Every part of me cried out for him and wanted to be filled by him. My mouth was already watering at the thought as I drew the tip of his mighty cock into my mouth, then back out, then down again, my lips popping over the thick ridge of his head. I sucked greedily at the head as my hands began to stroke him.

Josephs tongue that had been eagerly working into my ass, now suddenly slipped down my soaking wet slit and into my pussy, then, his face pressing into me, his tongue strained forward to lap at my clit, then lick all the way down my wet slit to my ass and back again.

Having my pussy licked drove me down onto Mikes shaft as saliva gushed into my mouth. I couldn't tell where I was getting wetter, my mouth or my pussy but I used the lubrication to my advantage forcing Mikes cock past my gag reflex deep into my throat. I held him deep there for a moment before coming all the way back up his full length till my lips again popped over the glans. I sucked hard on his big, round cockhead, drawing it back into my mouth before plunging down the warm hard shaft again.

"Fuck," Mike moaned,"Yes Molly, suck my cock! Fuck, you are a great little cock sucker!"

"I think I should get a little of that." I heard Josephs voice from behind me, his fingers continuing to rub my pussy.

"Oh man, you definitely should." Mike said.. "She's so fucking good!"

Josephs fingers left my pussy and I heard the sound of his pants being undone. Oh my God I thought excitedly, I am about to see my first black cock! I sucked Mike's cock hard, fast and deep into my throat for three, four more strokes until Mike groaned and finally, reluctantly pushed my head up, then bent forward to kiss me. 

"Mmmm baby that's so good... So good. I'll let you suck me a little more later but I think it's Josephs turn now."

With his fingers tangled in my hair he turned my head to the left a little and there was Joseph, standing there holding and stroking the second biggest cock I had ever seen in my life. It was about as long as Mikes but a little thinner, still thick but Mikes was a thick fat pig of a cock, Joe's was like an exotic black snake.

It was only half erect but getting harder as his long fingers stroked the chocolate brown shaft. He still wore his white dress shirt, his tie loose and askew but his pants were gone.

Mike pushed me towards it as Joseph stepped forward and I reached out and wrapped my fingers around it. They looked so small and pink against his black shaft but I began to stroke it slowly. Mike worked his legs out from under me and sat up on the edge of the couch, stroking his glistening wet cock watching me.

"Go ahead baby. Suck that cock for me." Mike urged as I opened my mouth and leaned forward letting my tongue flick at the dark head, aroused that Mike was watching. I turned and sat down on the couch in front of Joe, opening my legs so he was standing between them, my left hand reached out around his ass pulling him closer as my right hand began to stroke him faster. 

"That's it baby," Mike cooed. "I want to watch you suck that big, black cock." 

Hearing the desire in Mikes voice drove me wild. I so wanted to please him, so wanted to be a good little whore for him, so with one more lick around the head of Josephs cock I opened wide and slid my lips over the head and down the shaft sucking him into my warm, wet mouth.

"Fuck that feels good," Joseph sighed... "so good... Go get it now." His hand went behind my head and he slowly thrust his hips forward and I began to suck up and down his cock, slowly at first, then faster and faster, my hands stroking the bottom half of his shaft. I could feel his cock growing with every stroke of my soft wet warm mouth up and down his length as Joe grunted and groaned his encouragement.

"Show him how deep you can take it baby." I heard Mike say beside me, "swallow his cock for me."

Eager to please, I worked my way down, relaxing and opening myself I pushed down feeling the firm, black cockhead force its way into my throat.

"That's it Baby, that's it!" Mike said as Joseph grunted loudly. "That's it."

I gasped and pulled back with my eyes watering. I let my hands slide over his cock head in the slippery cocksucking saliva of my throat, then plunged back down, opening my mouth wide and forcing the last few inches of cock down my throat. Josephs hands clutched at the back of my head and my own hands grabbed his hips as Joe began to thrust forward, his cock plunging in and out of my willing throat. 

"Yes! That's it.. give it to her! I told you she loves it!" I could hear the excitement in Mikes voice urging me on Joseph thrust his big black cock into the depths of my throat, then all the way back out as I simply held on to his hips, fully giving myself over to him as he held my head tight and fucked my face. 

Suddenly he pulled back and tilted my face up to his, I could barely see him through my watering eyes. "Fuck that's good Molly. You love sucking cock don't you?"

Well, I hadn't, I thought, until I met Mike but what the fuck, I was a new woman now. "Yes! Yes! I love sucking cock!" I blurted out. 

Mike got up and removed his pants as Joseph took his place on the end of the couch. Mike moved around to the other end and pushed my head back down towards Josephs straining cock, turning and lifting me, guiding me up onto my knees. 

"I'm going to fuck you while you suck that cock." Mike whispered as he bent over me.

"Oh fuck yes! Please baby, please fuck me!" My pussy was yearning to be stuffed full by his big cock and I could feel I was soaking wet, both from Josephs licking and from sucking two different cocks, and I couldn't stand it anymore. "Please, stick your fat cock in me!" 

His meaty cockhead pressed between my labia and up against the entrance of pussy as his hand pushed my head down onto Josephs hard cock. I opened my mouth and sucked him once more into my warm wet mouth as I arched my back and pushed back against Mikes cock, feeling the astonishing girth forcing its way between my velvet, soft wet pussy lips and into the depths of my cunt.




Admission Pt. 05: Molly's Surprise



I shuddered from the core of my being as the weight of it hit me as my mouth plunged Josephs long black cock down into my throat. I had never in my life felt anything like it. My body was wracked with passion as I accepted not one, but two beautiful, huge dicks into my quivering body. I wanted to scream with pleasure as Mike thrust in and out of my stretched pussy while my mouth worked its way up and down Josephs dark shaft. I needed to stuff myself as full as possible as I bucked and rocked my hips back to meet Mikes thrusts then plunged Josephs cock down into the depths of my throat. With so much glorious cock filling me I felt like the luckiest woman in the world as we rocked in blissful unison, both cocks it seemed trying to meet in the middle of my being. 

Suddenly, Joseph pushed my head back. "Damn.. you're going to make me cum before I even get to fuck that sweet pussy of yours."

"Be my guest." Mike said as he pulled his cock out of me causing me to whimper a little.

Joseph pulled me up towards him until I straddled his cock, then reaching down he guided the head between my pussy lips and slid into the hot wetness of my freshly fucked cunt. 

"Damn that looks amazing." Mike said watching from behind me as Joe's hands grabbed my ass cheeks and began to guide me bouncing up and down his long cock. 

"You like that baby?" I said looking back at him, "you like how my pussy looks with that big black cock in it?"

"Yes! Fucking A Molly you are so hot.." Mike slapped my ass as I focused my attention on riding the big black cock inside me now. Joe's hands grasped my ass cheeks spreading me wide and suddenly I felt a wet finger probing at the tight, soft rosebud of my asshole. Josephs wet tongue had loosened and warmed it slightly and Mikes thick, wet finger slid inside easily as as I bounced up and down on Joseph's big, black cock.

"You like that don't you baby.. you fucking like my finger in your ass?"

"Oh God yes! It feels amazing! Everything feels amazing! Give it to me, give it all to me! I want it all!" I begged as Mike worked his finger deeper into my tight ass. I felt a warm wetness as Mike spit on between my ass cheeks and worked the warm, slick wetness into my tightest hole, then began to work a second finger into my ass. 

Oh my God it felt incredible! My husband liked to play with my ass sometimes and there was a period of time when it felt kind of good to have him slide the tip of a finger in as we fucked but was always whining and begging to let him fuck my ass. 

Once, when we were in the exciting new phase together, I had let him try it for a bit but it hadn't been my favorite. Now however, the sensation of my ass being probed and opened as my pussy stretched around Josephs pounding black cock was driving me wild and I knew I had to try to get both these magnificent cocks inside me. 

Of course I knew of the idea of a DP but never had I dreamed of being in a situation to do it, much less wanting to, but I found myself now pushing back against Mike as my hungry, horny ass tried to swallow up more of his fingers as they stretched the tight sphincter of my anus, opening me in anticipation of his fucking me there with Josephs black cock filling my pussy.

"Oh yes baby! Give me more, more!" I moaned and Mike responded forcing a third finger into my spit lubricated ass, making me gasp as he twisted them inside me, massaging more wet saliva into my loosening ass hole. Suddenly Mikes fingers left my ass as he came around in front of me, offering his magnificent dick to my hungry mouth as I bounced excitedly on Joe's dick. 

"Suck it baby. Slobber all over it. I want you to get it extra wet for me." Mike urged me as my mouth went to his throbbing cock. I drooled and spit on it, rubbing the slick wetness all over as I sucked the head.

"Spit on it again." He said and I obliged, drooling onto the head of his cock as Mike rubbed the wetness over it carefully as he moved back into position behind me on the couch. 

I knew what was coming and I wanted it, I really did, but still I was nervous. Mike was going to fuck my ass and there was nothing I could do about it even if I wanted to. I had given myself over to him. Even though I had not liked anal the one time I had tried it, I knew I wanted it here, now, more than anything. Joseph's cock was deep in my cunt and I thrilled at the notion of Mikes huge cock filling me even further. 

As much as I wanted it I was terrified too. It was so big, what was going to happen as it pushed into my tight, nearly virgin ass? Yet I pressed back eagerly, thrilled at the feeling of his warm throbbing cock head pressing firmly against my lubricated, willing rosebud.

Joe must have sensed what was happening as I tensed perceptibly and he stopped his thrusting into my pussy. Time stood still as Mike pressed his giant cock head against my asshole and I pressed back, trying to open myself to him. Joe reached around and placed both hands on my ass cheeks and spread them wide, opening me to the massive cock pressing its way into my forbidden hole.

"Get that dick in there" Joseph urged quietly, "You know she wants it. Fuck that ass."

I forced myself to breathe deeply as the pressure of Mike's cock forcing its way into me increased.

"That's it baby, relax.. take it." I felt my ass opening to him, stretching and filling at the insistent pressure of his thick cock

"Fucccckkkkk..." I gasped at the incredible sensations my body was discovering. Josephs hands were now squeezing and massaging my breasts gently as his tongue worked on my right nipple sending electric sparks through my body directly to my aroused clit. My pussy was stretched and filled by his black snake deep inside me, and now Mikes thick, fat, wet cockhead was pressing past my anal rings into my ass. 

Oh my God it hurt in the worst way. My poor little pink rosebud ass was being forced open under the insistent assault of his throbbing meat but as much as it hurt I couldn't bear to be without it. I needed it, needed to be stuffed full by these two beautiful cocks in the deepest most primal way so with all my strength of will and desire I bore down, panting and breathing like I was in labor, I gritted my teeth and moaned as Mikes stiff rod pushed into my ass. 

"Yessss.! Oh Yesss! Give it to me baby...Oh God yesssss, fuck me! Give it to me, give it to meeee!" I felt Mike straining behind me as his cock head and a couple thick inches pressed into me. "Oh my God, Oh my God! Oh my God!" I arched my back, my eyes rolled back into my skull and I gasped and shook as the weight of his fat cock hit me. 

"Oh Jesus, Molly, your ass is so tight! So tight ... breathe baby, just breathe and take it." Mike stopped his insistent pressure letting his fat cock rest there for a moment. "Just breathe and feel it." He encouraged me gently. After a moment he pulled back, withdrawing from me as my asshole spasmed closed.

"No, no, oh baby no! Put it back, put it back! I want to feel you. I need to feel you in my ass!" I begged

"Shhhh. .give it a second. Don't worry, I'm going to fuck your ass good and hard but we need to take it slow."

Joseph took the moment to begin thrusting his cock back up into my pussy while he bit and sucked my nipple causing me to slowly gyrate my hips in deep pleasure, stopping when I felt Mike pressing his cock back up against my open but not yet willing anus.  

I held perfectly still, holding my breath in anticipation of his thick cock entering me again. Mike spit a warm wet glob of saliva onto my ass, and I felt it run into my open asshole, followed by the thick head of Mikes cock pressing it's way back into me. My loosened ass still stretched and hurt but my desire now easily overcame the pain and I pressed back against him as inch after thick inch slid slowly, inexorably into my ass.

I groaned, a pained, animal, whimpering sound from my belly as it filled me but my pussy was now tingling intensely too as I gulped for air. The feeling of it was too intense to bear and yet I was reveling in every sensation coursing through my body. I was supremely aroused by the utter naughtiness of the moment as two big cocks stuffed my holes.

"God Yes Mike! Give me that dick! Come on.. get it in there... oh God I want it.. fuck my ass please baby!" I writhed, helping him work a little more cock in. Mike responded by pulling back then thrusting into me again. The pain of this massive intruder in my rectum was intense but the need to have it fill me was even greater. 

He pulled back and thrust into me again, then again. Joseph feeling the moment began to slowly thrust his cock into me at the same time and just like that I was lost. All sense of time and place vanished for me. My whole world centered on the two massive cocks making me fuller than I ever had been before. My God there was so much fucking cock in me I couldn't stand it! Both men sensing my arousal and animal lust began to thrust faster and harder into me, I felt like their cocks were going to meet deep up inside me. 

"God yes.. Oh god yes! Please fuck meeeee.. fuck mmeeeeee!" I was begging, pleading, squealing, moaning, gasping, writhing as Mike, Joseph and I connected in a deeply sensual rhythmic fucking that went on for how long I had no idea. All that mattered was my ass and pussy, happily stuffed full of thick, hot man meat. 

Finally, Joseph broke the rhythm, pulling his cock out of my pussy and sliding up on the couch underneath me bringing his glistening dark cock to my face. I plunged my mouth down over it, tasting my sweet pussy all over his magnificent black member. He grabbed the back of my head and again took control of me, forcing me down his shaft, then back up for air before again plunging down into my throat. Mikes ass fucking had become an insistent pounding now as my asshole had warmed and opened to him, willingly accepting his girth. 

Fuck, was I a lucky girl! Two magnificent cocks filling me and pleasuring me as I pleasured them. I wanted it to last for ever but my mind began to turn of the thought of all the glorious cum I could milk from these two big cocks. My mouth watered at the thought of eating both Mikes amazing cumload and now this exotic black cock I was sucking, slurping and stroking with all my wanton desire. 

"Oh God I want your cum." I moaned to no one in particular as I stroked Josephs dark brown cockhead before swallowing it down my throat again. 

"Fuck, I want to taste you. Oh God.. Please.. Please." I slurped down again, stuffing his head into my throat and back up: "Come on.. Give it to me.. Give it to meee! Don't I deserve it? Don't I?.. I've been a good girl." 

I was just muttering to myself now, lost in the moment as I took him down my throat again between my urgent ranting. 

"Come on... give me my reward.. don't keep it from me.. come on." I sucked down the shaft again.

"Jesus man, you weren't kidding about her!" Joseph exclaimed. "Holy shit she is amazing.. Fuck baby.. fuck yeah. Keep sucking that cock and I'll give it to you!" 

I plunged down deeper and faster, my hands stroking furiously working with my lips tongue and mouth as I felt Mike slap my ass as his own pace quickened pounding his wonderful, thick cock in and out of my now happy asshole. 

"Good, God" I thought "I can't believe that I am totally getting fucked in the ass!" My pussy was on fire and my fingers began to frig my clit and I felt an orgasm building up in me that I had to bring out. The men must have sensed my climax because both increased their concentration and worked harder to stuff every glorious inch into me until suddenly, from deep within me, the deepest, most fulfilling incredibly powerful orgasm took hold of me. My eyes rolled back and I gasped for air, moaning and bucking, my body contorting uncontrollably as my pussy and asshole twitched and clenched tightly as I came forcing a groan from Mike behind me.

"Fuck Baby I'm going to cum!" and I felt his cock pulled from my ass.. Oh God how I wanted his cum in my mouth but I was delirious and disoriented, lost in the intensity of my own orgasm and Joseph's cock was still deep in my mouth. I pulled my head up in an orgiastic stupor looking to catch his precious load but Mike was standing behind me off to the side pumping his huge cock in his fist. 

As my eyes came into focus I saw a huge, thick white blast of his sweet cream explode from his cock and spray across the smooth glass coffee table. I was transfixed, mesmerized as another thick spurt, then another and another erupted from his glistening swollen head as it pumped, spurting load after creamy load out across the glass table top, shimmering there wetly in pearlescent white strands and pools. 

Suddenly my mind snapped back to the moment with the realization that I needed to get all of that warm goodness into my mouth. As Mike grunted again, the last drops of cum dribbling from his cock as he squeezed up the shaft, I rolled off the couch, utterly forgetting Josephs big black cock in my rush to get to Mikes incredible load splashed across the table before me. I fell to my knees beside the table and slowly began to lick and suck the still warm jizz into my mouth. 

Oh my God it felt amazing as I ran my tongue over the slick cool glass seeking the warmth of Mikes creamy cum. I ran my tongue through the warm pools, savoring the sensations of the slick glass and the sweet saltiness of his cum. God I must've died and gone to heaven! Even as the intensity of one orgasm was subsiding I began to feel my pussy again tingling from the incredible naughty pleasure of my wanton cum lust as I licked and sucked up the luxurious reward Mike had sprayed across the table for me. My fingers went back to my cunt, and then behind to feel my stretched open asshole, running around the smooth ring of my anus, then back to my clit as I began to frig myself again. 

Mikes warm cum filling my mouth and smeared all over my cheeks began to drive me towards a second orgasm and I even more eagerly slurped his load from the smooth glass.

I heard a deep groan and suddenly I realized that Joe was standing above me stroking his cock with one hand while he twisted at a nipple with his other. Just as I looked up I saw a huge shot of white cum erupt from his black snake. The hot blast hit me on the cheek and ran down across my lips, then splattered thickly across the table in front of me. 

Whimpering and moaning, I hungrily lapped up all the slick sweetness off the glass. Tasting this second load of hot cum drove my pussy into a frenzy as he continued to pump shot after shot from his straining cock. Cum was everywhere it seemed, splashing warmly across my face as I tried to catch it in my mouth while at the same time slurping it from the glass. 

"Yes. Cum for me baby... give it to me!" I moaned as Joe pumped a final shot from his cock onto the table, gasping as he squeezed the last drops from his cock and collapsed back into the couch. I did my best to keep licking the glass clean, trying to get both the amazing, big creamy loads into my greedy mouth.

My tongue rolled and cavorted in the gooey warm goodness filling my mouth, more cum than I had every had before filling me until finally I swallowed both loads in one satisfied gulp, relishing the warmth sliding happily down my throat. I collapsed with my wet cheek against the slick cool glass of table and instinctively my tongue began to lick the glass again, searching desperately for just a little more, even just one more drop to savor.

Mike was still standing to my left, but now he lowered his hips to me, offering his softening cock to me, and I noticed a thin stream of white cum oozing from the tip. My eyes widened as I licked it carefully before pursing my lips around his cum hole and sucking hard to draw out the last of his creamy essence until finally I sucked his head into my mouth, loving the taste of my ass lingering on his cock as it mixed with his sweet cum. 

He gave my head a little playful push towards Joseph who had collapsed back into the couch, his fist wrapped around his shaft and a beautiful stream of white oozing out of his black head running down his chocolate brown shaft. I crawled over to him and licked slowly up from the base catching every drop trickling down the shaft, then slowly but firmly I wrapped my lips around his cockhead and sucked the last drops from the tip of his softening cock. 

"Mmmmmm, thank you boys... that was absolutely amazing!" I sighed and smiled up at them, licking my lips.

"Fuck, were you ever right about her Mike!" Joseph sighed as he watched me licking my lips and swirling my tongue slowly in the last of the cum in my mouth, then, holding his gaze, I swallowed hard with a satisfied "Ahhh..." 

"Fuck, you are unbelievable Molly!" Joseph said smiling down to me broadly. "We'll be thrilled to have you as part of our community at the University!"

"I told you didn't I? Hottest chick from college and now look at her." Mike laughed in amazement at the cum hungry slut I had become for him. 

Look at me indeed, I thought: Butt fucked, DP'ed and eagerly licking up two huge loads of cum, the sweet taste still lingering in my mouth, and I had never been happier and more satisfied in my life! 

I couldn't wait to see what would happen next!



Admission Pt. 06: Meeting the Wife



It had been over two years now since I had, in an act of a mother's desperation, spent a night fucking and sucking a man, an old college friend Mike, whom I hoped could help get my son into the University of his dreams. Two years since I had agreed to give myself over fully to him in exchange for his help and two amazing years since that night with his incredible, huge, thick beautiful cock had turned me forever into his willing and desperate cum-slut whore.

It was two years since my son had, with Mike's secret assistance, been accepted and enrolled at his dream university in Boston where Mike lived. Two years of secret visits back to Boston under the guise of visiting my son only to spend my nights of wanton lust as Mike fucked me in ways I had never imagined, bringing me the kind of sexual ecstasy most women only dream of. 

My clueless, pencil dicked husband didn't suspect a thing and Mike assured me his wife didn't either as we kept our trysts confined to the hotel suite he maintained in the city. His wife was, he told me, interested only in her social status, attending charity balls and galas. I was also stunned to learn that their sex life was as dull and boring as my own with my husband. How any woman could be married to a man like Mike and not treasure him, not do everything she could to please him at every opportunity was beyond me but it became apparent that they, like most couples over time, had simply lost that spark. Well, her loss was my gain.

I had arranged yet another visit, flying in for a weekend in late March. Mike and I texted enthusiastically as the date grew closer. On the morning of my departure he didn't respond to my texts about meeting up with him but I figured he was just busy and we would hook up at the hotel as usual. I politely, kissed my husband goodbye at the airport and rushed into the terminal to fly off for another weekend as Mike's happy, willing slut.

As the plane landed in Boston I texted Mike again. No response.

I got a cab and texted several times on the way to the hotel. Nothing.

I checked in to the hotel and texted again, but still nothing.

Disappointed, I called my son and made a plan to meet him for lunch the next day. I then took a hot bath, relaxing with a glass of wine while trying hard not to glance at my phone.

I was so horny after all my weeks of pent up yearning for him that my pussy was positively aching for him as I shaved myself carefully to be sure I was perfectly smooth when he finally did summon me, but I grew more and more anxious as still no message came. 

I dressed myself in my sexiest black bra and thong with a sleek little mini dress I had been saving for him that really showed off my long, yoga instructor legs... but still no message.

Now I was starting to freak out. Mike's silence was killing me. I didn't know what to do with myself. I was so horny and excited I was losing my mind not hearing from him. I needed to smell him, taste him and feel his cock pressing its way between my lips into my mouth. I needed to feel him take control of me and make my pussy his own. However he wanted me I didn't care. I was his to do with as he pleased but I needed him and I needed him now.

I paced around the room looking at my phone every few seconds. Texting him again and again, their tone getting more and more desperate: "Where are you? I needed to feel you inside me." Nothing. Then pleading. "I want to suck your cock so badly." and a few minutes after: I need to taste your cum baby.. please let me know where you are". Still no response.

Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I was going crazy and just needed to get out of the room. I couldn't breathe I was getting so anxious so I decided to just get out, go down to the bar maybe for a drink just to do something, anything to take my mind off the yearning ache of my horny little pussy. I threw a shawl over my shoulders and headed out to try to calm myself. 

I got to the elevators and reached out to push "down" to take me to the lobby but pulled back at the last second. On a sudden whim I selected "up" instead. Up to floor eleven where Mike's suite was. It can't hurt to go up and see if he's there I thought as I stepped into the elevator. Maybe his phone is broken or lost and he is waiting there for me... That must be it I thought excitedly as the elevator ascended the 6 floors between our rooms.

The doors glided open and I hurried down the hall, sure now in my desperation, that Mike must be in his suite waiting for me to give myself to him. My poor, neglected little pussy was positively on fire at the thought.

At the end of the hall I paused for a moment to take a deep centering breath brushing my blonde hair away from my face, then calmly took the last few steps to the door. As I reached out to knock hopefully, I pulled back suddenly. Were there voices inside? I leaned in and listened carefully. Yes! There was the distinct muffled sound of someone talking inside. Mike was there! But who was he with I wondered? Remembering the threesome he had surprised me with when he had introduced me to the Head of Admissions, Joseph, I was undeterred and curious so I knocked firmly, horny and excited for whatever Mike had in store for me just so long as I could get his cock inside me.

The muffled voices fell silent, then I heard them more loudly for a moment. Was that a woman's voice? I thought. Before I could process it any more the door flung open in front of me. A stunning, dark haired woman wearing a long black gown glared out at me.

"Yes?" She barked, her mascara was smeared and her eyes were red. 

"I... I'm sorry..." I stammered as my mind raced. It was Mike's wife! Oh my God! What should I do? "I think I must have the wrong room." I started to back away, my head spinning.

"What?" she barked at me again, irritated, "What do you mean, what do you want?" I detected a slight accent.

"Nothing, nothing... I'm sorry. I made a mistake." 

A sudden look of understanding came over her face. "Oh, My God! It's you isn't it!" she snarled. "You're my husbands little whore!" She spat out the word as her eyes narrowed and she lunged forward grabbing my arm digging her nails into me and pulling me, stunned and stumbling through the open doorway into the suite.

"Your little fucking whore is here darling!" She sneered as I struggled to free myself from her grasp, wanting to run and hide but she dug her nails in deeper as I struggled.

Mike appeared around the corner and saw me, his face conveying in an instant an array of emotions, sadness, concern, anger, dismay and empathy.

"Kathryn, darling, let her go. Molly... Molly I'm sorry. This isn't a good time." He forced a smile.

"Isn't a good time! Isn't a good time!" Kathryn screamed. "Isn't a good time for what? For you to fuck her again, you bastard!"

"Kathryn, come on, calm down, please, your causing a scene. We can work this out."

"A scene! You don't want a scene!" She pulled me forcefully further into the room.

"I'm so sorry... I, I really should go." I tried to twist away again.

" You're not going anywhere!" Kathryn yelled looking at Mike. "We're going to deal with your little fucking whore right now!"

"Kathryn, stop it." Mike said sternly "She's not a whore." Mike lied, I was a whore for him and he knew it. 

"You've been fucking her! Fucking her like a fucking whore! I saw your texts! I know what you've been doing!"

"Yes, Yes, I know, I know but you need to calm down Kathryn." Mike said cooly. "We've already been through that. You caught me, I know."

My mind was racing, if Kathryn had discovered our texts she had read some pretty embarrassing things. I had gotten pretty sexy at times. No wonder she was calling me a whore.

"I really think I should go." I said quietly.

"No. Molly, you stay." There was a new tone in Mike's voice, cool, confident and controlled. "Kathryn, let her go." He commanded calmly, forcefully and Kathryn released me with a little push and a dig of her nails into my arm. "Kathryn and I were just discussing some issues in our marriage and I think you should be here."

"The only issue is you and this fucking slut." Kathryn growled.

"Stop it." Mike said sternly, "That's bullshit and you know it Kathryn. This is as much your fault as mine. I have given you everything over the past 16 years but you've gotten so caught up in your little rich wife world you never have any time for me." 

"Pffffshaw" Kathryn hissed, "We spend plenty of time together when you're not here screwing this blonde puta!"

"Do not talk about her that way!" Mike barked forcefully. "Sure we have dinner and you tell me about all your events and your shopping but you never have time to fuck me or God forbid give me a blow job. Oh you used to love that but after we were married, nothing. Fucking nothing. You'd think with all I have given you you'd have some God damn appreciation! Molly here appreciates me!"

I was totally uncomfortable being caught in this and dying to just get out but glad Mike was standing up for me. 

"Oh, She knows what you need?" Kathryn brandished the phone, apparently Mike's that she was holding. "I've read what you need and what she needs! I want to feel your cock and taste your cum." she said in a mocking imitation of me. "She's a dirty little whore and that is all you care about!"

"What I care about Kathryn, is being appreciated. Respected. Maybe if you ever treated me like that this wouldn't have happened. Molly shows me some goddamn respect."

"Fuck you Mike!" she spat, "You speak to me of respect! Respect your wife and don't fuck little whores!" 

"That's enough Kathryn." Mike said in a tone that immediately quieted her. "Sit down. Sit down right now and be quiet. You are going to learn something about respecting me, about appreciating me, right now or so help me I will be done with you and see that you get nothing. Nothing." His voice was steel. "I will send you packing without so much as a cent!"

"How dare you!" Kathryn started to fume but Mike interrupted.

"You sit there quietly and learn something or so help me God." His voice exuded the power of a man who was not to be trifled with. Mike glanced at me for a second, sizing me up, assessing the situation. His eyes were looking into mine probing my mind, my soul, as Kathryn squirmed quietly on the couch where he had commanded her to sit.

"Molly, come here." He said flatly. "Come over here." 

I hesitated, shaken by the whole situation but compelled to do as he said I slowly walked the few steps over to him. 

"You've come a long way haven't you?"

"Yes.. I suppose..." I said, puzzled, not knowing what he wanted from me.

"I know you did, and I appreciate that. I'm sorry I wasn't able to respond to your texts today. Kathryn saw them and well... here we are. So,tell me, what did your last one say?"

"I don't know..." I stammered, blushing because I did know but couldn't say it in front of his wife. 

"It's okay, you can tell me, Kathryn read it to me, I know... she knows."

What the Hell was he up to? I blushed more deeply. "Ummm.. I think I said I wanted to suck your cock." I winced a little, saying it out loud sounded so slutty and Kathryn huffed but Mike hushed her, fixing her with an icy stare. 

"So you came all this way to suck my cock. I like that. I like that... why do you want to suck it?"

I was really confused but strangely enough I was getting slightly turned on too. Just finally being there with him, thinking about sucking him made me a little tingly all over but it made me lightheaded to think of telling him on front of his wife, but I swallowed hard and answered shyly. 

"It makes me happy to make you feel good. It makes me feel full and happy and sexy. And..." I added looking up at him a little seductively, "You have a beautiful, amazing cock." 

Kathryn snickered nastily, "You Fucking little slut." she cursed under her breath. 

"Quiet!" Mike shushed her sternly again. "You should listen to her and learn how to treat me. How to give me some goddamn respect and appreciate what you have!" 

Turning back to me he looked me in the face. "You came all this way to be with me and she needs to fucking learn something." Looking me deeply in the eye his face softened a little. 

"Show her how you suck my cock."

My mind reeled. What did he mean? What the Hell was going on? I was so confused I just stood there looking at him blankly.

"Show her how you suck my cock." Mike repeated firmly as he reached down and pulled his fly open. 

Kathryn stood up in a huff but Mike fixed her with a steely stare. "Sit down Kathryn! You are going to watch and maybe you'll finally learn to appreciate me and everything I have given you." 

With that he pulled out his cock right in front of both of us. Even flaccid it was impressive, thick, manly and so sexy, immediately I yearned for it, but did he really want me to suck him in front of his wife? Was I that much of a slut for him that I could do that?

Mike helped me answer that question. "We both know you want it. You came all this way for it so why deny it? Show my wife how you suck my cock and maybe she'll finally learn a little fucking gratitude." Mike fixed Kathryn with his gaze as he slowly stroked his dick.

This was a man who knew he had nothing to lose in this situation. This was his ultimatum to both his wife and to me. She needed his money and status and I desperately needed the wonderfully thick cock hanging heavily in front of me now.

Mike put his hand on my shoulder and started to push me dosn. He knew he was in control and was playing a game with us now to see what we would do, how far I would go for him, but even as he was playing us I already I knew that I was all in. I had been all in since the first time I had been with him. All in since he had fucked me like I had never been fucked before, making me cum harder than I had ever thought possible. All in since the first time he had rewarded me by filling my mouth with his sweet hot cum. Kathryn was right; I was her husband's slutty whore but I didn't care. If she didn't appreciate him then I was going to show her exactly how much I did! 

I dropped down to my knees, my nervousness easing as I took Mikes still soft but heavy, warm cock in my hand, feeling the wonderful weight of it, stroking it lovingly, then lightly, slowly, licking all around the head. 

"Yes" Mike purred down to me, "Yes, baby. That's it, that's it." He encouraged me as I grabbed his thick shaft and ran the wet softness of my tongue up the entire underside of his length, feeling the heft of his massive but still only half-erect cock as it flopped against my tongue and face. 

Oh my God it felt so good to finally be with him! I was finally back where I belonged, on my knees worshipping this glorious cock! I had been waiting so long, I needed it so badly that I quickly forgot Kathryn's presence and lost myself in the sheer erotic joy of the moment. My mouth was flooding with saliva as I licked and stroked his warm, stiffening cock happily until finally, nearly fully erect, I let my lips be stretched open by his probing cockhead and slid his throbbing warm cock into my hungry mouth. 

Mike groaned in satisfaction and I felt the tension in his body ease as I took him deeper. As cool as he seemed outwardly, he was clearly stressed from fighting and it felt wonderfully sexy to be the one to able to relieve that for him. My heart raced at the naughtiness of it all as Kathryn glowered on the couch while Mike allowed me the privilege and honor of pleasuring him. 

His hand rested on top of my head tangling in my hair slightly as he started to guide me up and down his shaft, gently at first, them more forcefully as his cock reached it's incredible full hardness and he began to thrust his hips forward slightly to meet my eagerly bobbing head. My mouth was so wet I was drooling and slobbering all over his cock now, lost in cock sucking bliss. 

Knowing that Kathryn was watching was suddenly a huge turn on and I started to put on as big a show as I could for her, moaning happily and making loud slurping sounds as I worked up and down her husbands beautiful cock. 

"Take it baby," Mike cooed, "Take it all. Show her how much you can swallow."

With my lips wrapped tight around his shaft and his cockhead probing the back of my throat I turned slightly and glanced over at Kathryn. She was glaring at us and trying hard to remain haughty but I noticed her watching with some fascination as her husbands shining wet cock slid in and out of my stretched lips.

Instinctively my hand went down between my legs and began to rub my quickly moistening pussy through the thin lace of my panties. As Kathryn watched I relaxed my throat as much as I could and forced a few more precious inches into my straining mouth. I gagged due to the difficult angle but Kathryn's eyes widened slightly in amazement at the amount of her husbands cock I had shoved into my throat. 

I let it slide wetly from my throat, strong of saliva clinging to the head as I stroked the shaft slowly, gathering myself to plunge down again, determined to get him all in my throat. I adjusted myself to get a better angle and forced bulging head past my lips, then carefully past my glottis, this time concentrating hard to overcome my gag reflex as I worked my lips down his shaft, welcoming his full length deep into my willing throat. 

Mike moaned deeply and pressed my head down the last long inch until my nose was pushed up against his pubic bone with my lips wrapped around the very base of his shaft. His full, pulsing cockhead was lodged tightly deep down my throat as I precariously suspended my gag reflex, straining happily at the effort to accept all of him.

"Fuck yes baby," Mike moaned. "Fuck yes! That's it... Swallow my cock for her."

My eyes were watering and rolling back in my head as I held him there as long as I could until finally I pulled back, gasping as I released his whole length, swallowing hard and panting for air as my hand slid up and downs his slick, glistening shaft and up over his straining, head. 

With my throat relaxed now I went to work sucking him in earnest, gobbling his cock like a starved woman. I moaned with pleasure as I slurped up and down his shaft, plunging his cock deep into my throat, then bobbing up and down on his cock head, my lips popping up and down over the thick ridge of his glans as I used two hands together to twist and stroke his wet shaft. 

Suddenly another slender hand grasped the base and began stroking up and down in front of my face. 

"I'm not going to let you have it all to yourself you little whore." Kathryn growled.

As I had been lost in my cock worshipping reverie, Kathryn had come over and kneeled beside me and was now looking up at her husband, stroking his cock in unison with me. 

Fixing me with glare she pulled Mikes cock away from me and plunged her mouth down, engulfing his cockhead covered in the sheen of my saliva. As irritating as it was to have her take the object of such pleasure away from me, I had to admit she looked incredibly sexy as her dark eyes gleamed and lips stretched as she worked her way down her husband's dick. 

"Fuck yes, Kathryn," Mike sighed, "That's it, fuck it has been so long since you've sucked me. Fucking take it, suck it for me!"

Mike was clearly enjoying his victory and as sad as I was to let his beautiful cock go, I understood that at that moment what he needed was to feel his wife worship his manhood. Reluctantly I sat back on my heels and watched as Kathryn went to work. She was a little tentative at first but soon found a rhythm, taking him about halfway down before coming up all the way to the tip, her lips popping wetly over the ridge of his bulging cockhead. 

I continued to rub my pussy as I watched her, pulling my panties aside and letting my juices coat my probing fingers as I began to rock my hips gently.




Admission Pt. 06: Meeting the Wife



Mike's hand suddenly tangled in my hair and urged me to my feet, pulling me to him for a deep sensual kiss, his hands groping and massaging my ass as I gyrated grinding my pussy against his thigh.

"That's it Kathryn... that's it," he looked down at her as he held me tight against him urging his wife on. "Suck that cock, suck it like you used to, like you want it!"

"Gmmmpphhhh" I heard Kathryn try to answer with her mouth stuffed full as Mike resumed kissing me and pulled down the zipper on my dress. I was completely lost in the moment now and all self conciousness faded as I wriggled my shoulders, then my hips helping him push my dress down until it puddled on the floor beside his kneeling wife. 

Mike pulled my nearly naked body tight against his, his hand slid down across my smooth, taught belly, under the waistband of my black thong until his fingers grazed through my trimmed little bush and began to explore my yearning, soaking pussy. 

His fingers were strong and firm, at first caressing my clit before sliding down between my labia and slipping two fingers into my sopping wet cunt eliciting a gasp from me. He worked his fingers deep up inside me, his palm pressing against the hot button of my swollen clit as I pressed back against him willingly, wantonly wanting him to take me. 

He pulled his fingers from my horny cunt, making me whimper a little to feel them go but he rewarded me, bringing their slick wetness to my mouth to let me taste my juices from his fingers before sliding them back deep into my pussy and thrusting them up deep inside me. 

Kathryn herself was lost in bliss now as she worked her lips up and down the fat cock that I longed for. God, I was so jealous watching her. She looked incredibly sexy with her eyes closed as Mikes cock pistoned sloppily in and out of her wet mouth. She still wasn't able to take it very deep however and I knew I could do better. 

I kissed Mike firmly and with a deep look into his eyes, dropped down beside Kathryn and wrapped my fingers around the base of his wet cock, stroking it as I watched her work. It was amazing to see up close. Her eyes fluttered a little as they rolled back in her head, her lips and cheeks glistened as saliva ran down her chin and coated her cheeks. Most amazing of all though was Mikes thick, wet, veiny manly cock as it slid in and out of her mouth, forcing Kathryn's soft lips to stretch and accept its girth.

I could take it no longer, it looked so good I had to have it back and with a firm but gentle tug I pulled his cock from her panting mouth and slurped the slick wet cock head back where it belonged. Kathryn pouted but continued to stroke him with her spit covered hand as I quickly positioned myself to take him into my throat. Slowly I forced my way down, straining my jaw open wide to accept it all into my yearning throat again. I pushed down the last inches as Mike held on to my head and groaned deeply as he held me there for what seemed like ages until I had to come up sputtering for air. 

Kathryn seized the opportunity, quickly taking his cock back and plunging down over the swollen head, swallowing it whole with all the thick strands of saliva my throat had left behind. Again she could only get halfway down before gagging herself and releasing it back to me to swallow whole again. 

Ever since I had trained myself to deep throat Mike's impossibly thick, 12 inch cock, feeling it filling my throat always made me incredibly horny. I had worked hard to be able to take all of him, to accept every inch of him, to pleasure every inch, so the the feeling of satisfaction, the fullness of his cockhead pulsing deep in my throat, felt so rewarding that my pussy would immediately tingle and flood. I was absolutely dripping wet now as my fingers worked between my legs, rubbing the slick warm sweetness of my cunt all over my engorged clit. 

It was I who was moaning now as again I swallowed Mikes massive dick, straining at the effort as I worked my own soft pink button until again I came up gasping and swallowing all the thick saliva my throat was generating. Kathryn had moved down lower and was now kissing, licking and sucking Mikes heavy balls. I stroked the shaft with my hand as I gathered myself for a moment. She was a stunningly beautiful woman and it was a total turn on to watch her nibble and lick at her husband's balls. As much as I wanted him to myself I realized I was going to have to get into sharing, at least today.

"Your turn." I purred and offered her husbands slick cock back to her. "That's it, love that big dick. Show him how much you want to please him." I encouraged as she began greedily bobbing up and down, her eyes again rolled back in bliss. I sat back to watch her and pulled my panties aside to work on my pussy in earnest, licking my fingers and rubbing my warm spit all over my swollen pink clit, then sliding my fingers into my cunt coating them with my wetness. 

Kathryn released Mike's cock, panting for air. I couldn't believe I was so aroused by watching her and without thinking I pulled my fingers from my pussy and reached out to stroke her soft lips. My fingers glistened with my pussy juices as I ran them softly over her bottom lip, offering her to them to taste. She licked them tentatively, then opened and sucked them into to her sexy dark mouth, her eyes closing as she savored my sweetness.

Mike took the moment of our pausing from our cock worshipping to remove his pants and unbutton his shirt, he then grabbed my arm and pulled me up to my feet, kissing me forcefully as his hands undid my bra then slipped my panties off. He spun me around so my back was to him grabbing my throat, kissing my neck, squeezing my tits as I felt his rock hard cock pressing hotly against my ass cheeks. Pushing my head down he forced me toward to the couch, pushing me down onto my knees. Excitedly I arched my ass high in the air presenting my willing sweet shaved pussy to him.

"Oh God yes Baby. Please fuck me.. Please!" I begged, wiggling my ass a little alluringly as I felt his massive cock first pressing hard up against my opening, then forcing it's way between my puffy soft labia, stretching open my slick pink aroused pussy lips, burning and straining to accept him, his full girth hitting me, filling me utterly, taking my breath away.s

"Fuuuuuccckkkk yesssss" I gasped. "Yes.. take my pussy baby.. fuck it! fuck me!"

Kathryn still knelt on the floor watching now with a burning look of jealousy and arousal. Watching me enjoy her husbands cock so much must have been hard for her but I didn't care. This is what I wanted, what I had come for, what I needed and nothing else mattered as Mike's hands gripped my hips and he began to thrust his full length powerfully in and out of my soaking wet, happy, eager little cunt. 

"Come here Kathryn" Mike grunted as he thrust into me... "come closer." 

Kathryn glowered but did as she was bidden and crawled over to the couch.

'Come here. Closer.' Mike urged her.. "watch me fuck her."

Again with a pouty glare she moved back beside him where she could see his slick, shining cock pounding into my tight pink pussy.

I cheated my hips toward her slightly, trying to be sure to give her a good luck. It was turning me on to have her watching me now, all inhibition was lost as I was finally getting fucked by the cock I had been needing for so long. Quite simply nothing else mattered.

Kathryn was on her knees beside us, reluctantly watching his shaft pound into my pussy when suddenly, Mike pulled his cock from deep inside me and clenching the base in his fist, grabbed the back of Kathryn's head and shoved his cock, soaked with my glistening pussy juices, up against her lips, pressing forcefully against them till she let relented, letting it pry her jaw open as he shoved his cockhead into her mouth. Her eyes bulged open and she uttered a deep "garumph" noise as the massive head filled her mouth and he forced his cock deeper. Quickly she adjusted and began to slurp up and down, her startled protestations becoming moans of pleasure

"Yes.. that's it baby... suck all that sweet pussy juice off that cock. She tastes so good doesn't she? Yes, you like it don't you?" he purred. Kathryn's eyes opened wide as she could only nod her agreement as her mouth was stuffed to full to make a sound.

Mike pulled back out as Kathryn strained forward to try and get him back into her mouth but he turned slightly and shoved himself back into me, sliding all the way to the hilt in one powerful deep stroke that made me cry out and throw my head back grunting like an impaled animal.

Mike held Kathryn's head tightly against me now, pressing her cheek up against my ass as he fucked me for a few more strokes, then pulling himself out again and stuffing his slick wet shaft into her eager, waiting mouth. 

My hand went between my legs, diddling my swollen clit while she happily sucked him and I impatiently had to wait my turn, which came soon enough as after a few moments of her sucking he thrust back into me, his wife's slick coating of saliva adding to the wetness of my already soaked pussy.

"Kathryn.. take off your clothes." Mike commanded. "I want to fuck you now too."

Kathryn stood and obligingly removed her clothes. Mike fucked my pussy slowly but deeply as we watched her undress. As her dress fell to the floor I couldn't help but notice what a stunning figure she had with her dark olive skin and full breasts cupped perfectly is a beautiful black bra, which she now unclasped, revealing erect dark nipples that turned up slightly even as her breasts heavy fullness was released. Sliding her hands down under the waist band of her matching black panties she slide them down over her hips revealing a perfectly trimmed dark strip above velvet soft puffy pussy lips just peeking out beneath.

She stood there naked for a moment watching us, one hand caressing her tits and pinching her nipples as the other snaked down between her legs and rubbed gently over her bare smooth pussy, her middle finger probing in between her soft moist lips. My God I had to admit she was really stunningly beautiful. 

Mike sat back on his haunches pulling his cock out of my pussy and sat back, looking at his wife and stroking his heavy meat in his fist, sliding up and down in my pussy's slick wetness coating every inch.

"Molly.. come here and suck my cock a little" he said absent mindedly as he gazed at his naked wife and I quickly turned around and did as he bid me, sliding the straining hot cockhead sweet with my juices into my wet warm mouth. I worked my way down savoring the hot warmth of his cock mingling with the taste of my pussy as he pulled Kathryn close and kissed her passionately.

"Roll over." he murmured down to me. "Lie down.. on your back." Not fully understanding I rolled over and started to turn around wriggling around on thee couch thinking maybe he was going to fuck me but he stopped me quickly. "No stay right there, like that as I lay there looking up at him slightly confused, he moved forward and lowered his cock back into my mouth, his heavy warm balls dangled in front of my nose and face as he fed me his manhood from above and I happily adjusted myself, tilting my head back to suck him deeply again. 

"Kathryn.. get up.. up on your knees, right here.. yes" he directed her, "That's it .. straddle her.." I felt Kathryn's smooth warm skin brushing me, her heavy breasts pressing against my tight stomach as she climbed on top of me and I realized Mike was positioning his wife above me preparing to fuck her right in front of my face!

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and backed away a bit, adjusting his position and letting Kathryn settle in above me with her thighs spread on either side of my head so that her pussy was directly over me, right in front of my face. I had never seen another woman's pussy, certainly not up close like this before and it was strangely alluring and sexy. Her labia were clean and smooth like my own but her inner lips were darker with just a hint of hot pink inside.

I watched transfixed as Mike moved in and began to rub his enormous cock head up and down her slit, the wetness of my saliva on his head letting it slide between her lips. I was jealous he was going to fuck her instead of me but I also could not wait to see his thick cock plow into her tight little cunt. 

I reached up around her hips and spread her ass cheeks, opening her slightly to this massive invader as I began to lick and suck on Mikes heavy hot balls hanging above me. Mike pushed forward and his cock head pressed into his wife's hot pussy as she arched her back to accept it, groaning even as just the head forced it's way into her tight hole. Mike puled back and rubbed the wetness on the head up and down her slit again, then pressed forward stuffing just a couple inches in as I watched Kathryn's dark pussy lips strain and stretch to accept him.

He pulled back again, this time lowering his cock down into my mouth and I sucked him greedily, for the first time in my life tasting another woman as Kathryn's wetness covered his cockhead. It was sweet and musky and totally arousing and I strained up to get a few more precious inches into my mouth.

"That's it" Mike cooed, "Get it wet for me. Lick it.. get it really wet baby."

I did as I was told, licking the head being careful to deposit as much of the horny saliva that gushed into my mouth on his cock. As he pulled it from my lips, strings of spittle clung to him. He rubbed the wet head between her sweet lips, then used my slick saliva to force his cock into her, prying her sweet little hole wide as he forced himself deep inside.

Kathryn groaned and gasped deeply as the weight of it hit her and she rolled her hips slightly helping him work it deep into her. I watched directly beneath them, completely turned on by the sight as Mike thrust forward, shoving his full twelve inches slowly, deeply, forcefully into her shuddering cunt. It seemed to be almost impossible that all that meat could slide into that tiny little hole but Kathryn gasped and took it as I watched mesmerized.

As Kathryn's pussy stretched and accepted Mike's girth, he began finally to really fuck her. Slowly at first then faster until his cock was pounding into her and Kathryn screamed out in an indistinguishable mix of ecstasy and pain. 

Mike was thrusting so hard now his balls were slapping against my face and nose as I continued to try to lick them. Finally I had to escape their pummeling by sliding myself forward until I was directly under Mike's glistening shaft pounding into the stretched pussy above me. 

It was all so incredibly sexy and utterly arousing I was completely lost in the moment. Eager to participate I began to lick the underside of Mikes shaft as it slid in and out of hot went cunt above me. Even though I had never been with a woman the taste of her sweet feminine juices on his cock was intoxicating and soon, without thinking, my tongue was flicking up against her clit, nervously at first, but before I knew it I was lapping eagerly at her sweet engorged button.

Kathryn shuddered and whimpered loudly as my soft tongue caressed her. I quivered and my pussy flooded instantaneously at the naughtiness of it all. I couldn't believe this was happening and yet so many wonderful, sexy, unexpected things had happened with Mike that eating another woman's pussy for the first time suddenly didn't seem that strange. 

Encouraged by Kathryn's response I began to lick her clit more forcefully, letting my soft wet tongue caress her little hooded button, then probing and licking her whole clit with the flat of my tongue. It was so soft and sensuous, it tasted so sweet and warm and utterly sexy!

"Fuck Yes! Kathryn cried out, "lick my clit you little fucking whore!" Mikes pace quickened noticeably and he raised up slightly giving me better access as my tongue fully danced and played, licking his pounding shaft and Kathryn's pussy equally.

I was incredibly aroused, my hips were gyrating uncontrollably, my pussy and clit were tingling and aching to be touched. Kathryn's must have sensed my need as her slim soft fingers began rubbing up and down my sopping wet slit and teasing my clit. 

"Mmmm Mmmm God yes. Please." I moaned my encouragement from my position beneath her fully stuffed cunt as my legs fell wide open for her. I wrapped my arms around her waste, pulling my self tight to her and fully pressing my whole mouth against her now, kissing and eating her pussy with passionate abandon.

Realizing what was happening, Mike pulled out and sat back on his haunches stroking his cock watching in amazement as I eagerly licked all over Kathryn's sweet cunt. My tongue was plunging into the hot wet hole Mike had just been fucking. I was eating pussy like a woman possessed now, my lips and tongue working together as I feasted on her tender velvety softness. I began to use my fingers now too, slipping one, then two deep into her steaming hot hole.

Kathryn's fingers were rubbing at my pussy too but a little tentatively until Mike leaned forward and grabbed the back of her head, his fingers tanging in her dark soft hair.

"You eat her pussy too Kathryn! Come on... it's only fair" as he gently but forcefully pushed her down between my legs. 

Kathryn resisted but Mike was too strong, forcing her down until her tongue flicked shyly and nervously at my clit. Even that little touch of her soft tongue drove me wild and I raised my hips up into her as Mike held her down and I began to grind my pussy into her face as I moaned in pleasure

"Yes! That's it.. eat that fuckng sweet little pussy, Kathryn." Mike urged as he still held her head tightly down between my thighs.

I was on fire. I had never had my pussy eaten by a woman and it felt incredibly sexy. Kathryn was nervous but I quickly felt that fade as she began to explore and enjoy my soft, shaved pussy the way I had just explored hers. Everything was so new and exciting, I felt a huge orgasm already building in the core of my being. 

Mike released Kathryn's head but she continued to lap away at my pussy in ecstasy now, as lost in my intimate soft warm feminine folds as I was in hers.

Mike sat back again watching me intently and I stared back up longingly into his eyes, striving to express all the thanks, gratitude, appreciation and yearning for him that I could as my tongue probed happily into his wife's pussy. 

He smiled a little at me, watching me lez out for the first time in my life, then when he could take no more, leaned forward offering his rock hard cock to me to suck. Somewhat grudgingly I left my ministrations to Kathryn's pussy and welcomed his thick beautiful cock into my mouth.

"That's it.. she's sucking my cock Kathryn.. sucking my cock while you eat her pussy. Who's a fucking whore now?" I felt Kathryn's mouth press even harder into my cunt, her tongue working even more feverishly at me now as I strained to let her husband's cock press into my throat, holding it there as long as I could.

I released his cock from my throat, gasping slightly and watched as he shoved it roughly back into Kathryn's slick wet pussy.

She moaned loudly into my cunt as he rammed into her, pulling back and slamming it into her again, roughly, but with an intense passion too as he began to fuck her again, pounding his cock hard in and out of her as she gasped and whimpered, trying to keep licking my clit and pussy while the force of the Mikes thrusts ravaged her. Sensing we were all getting close to cumming, I went back to licking her clit as her pussy strained to accept the intensity of her husband's fucking. 

Mikes balls tightened above me and his pace began to quicken as his cock pounded into his wife's happily battered and stretched cunt without regard for anything other than his orgasm and I knew he was getting close. 




Admission Pt. 06: Meeting the Wife



I lapped hungrily at Kathryn's sweet velvet pussy with Mike's thick cock glistening just inches from my face as it plunged in and out of her, her engorged pink lips stretched tiht around his shaft, her pussy juices coating his thick shaft with their sweetness. I could hear Kathryn moaning, begging him to cum. She couldn't take his relentless pounding much more and both desperately needed his release. I was too caught up licking her engorged clit to care when suddenly, with a loud groan, Mike pulled back and grasped his cock as a thick white stream of his glorious hot cum exploded into Kathryn's stretched open pussy. Mike moaned as he pulled all the way out now and pumped his cock in his fist as a second blast splashed off her ass and splattered hot across my chin, lips and mouth and I strained greedily to catch it all in my yearning mouth. 

Seeing his cock twitchng and pumping, spewing the luscious, hot, creamy reward I yearned for directly above me and getting to taste even just a little of it's hot sweetness, drove me wild with desire. Mike stroked his cock grunting as two more thick gouts of cum erupted, shooting across his wife's ass, then running thickly down between her luscious cheeks till cum ran dripping in warm rivulets across her sweet wet pussy lips.

"Yes!" I moaned . "Yes! Give us your cum baby!"

My yearning cry seemed to remind Mike I was there and he aimed his cock down, finally rewarding me by shooting his final two glorious shots directly into my open waiting mouth, stroking the last oozing drops out into my mouth before stuffing his cockhead between my cum soaked lips. What an amazing gift to taste his sweet cum mixed together with the musky feminineness of his wife's pussy covering his cock and I purred happily as I sucked the last drops from his throbbing cockhead.

Kathryn must also have been turned on by feeling her husband's cum splashing hot, sticky and wet all over her ass because she plunged her mouth down on my pussy with a renewed fervor. Her fingers buried in my cunt, massaged my G spot as her tongue lapped furiously at my clit. I felt my own incredible orgasm building to a crescendo as my hips rose to meet her mouth. Mike pulled his cock from my mouth and I saw the huge streams of cum he had shot across his wife's ass now running down between her ass cheeks, pooling slightly in cleft of her ass hole, then dripping down over her sweet smooth bare pussy. Luscious thick streams of glistening white cum trickled between the lips of her puffy outer labia and the sweet pink inner lips right in front of me.

Instinctively, like the possessed cum slut I was, I went to work lapping and slurping up all the salty sweetness I so desperately craved. My tongue and lips eagerly cleaning every intimate fold of her freshly fucked pussy as Kathryn writhed in pleasure, grinding her soft wet pussy down into my face. 

The sensations of everything that was happening drove me wild. Mike's cum already filled my mouth with its erotic, manly essence and I now hungrily devoured every drop that I could reach from his wife's hot cunt. My tongue licked up and down her pussy then up the crack of her ass, probing and slurping up the luscious pearly pool that collected in her cute little rosebud ass hole.

My nose, cheeks, lips and tongue were all coated in a slick wet mix of her pussy juice and Mike's rich creamy cum. I writhed and bucked my hips as I started to cum myself, my hands clenched on her firm ass cheeks as her pussy clenched and her orgasm crashed over her with a scream. I hung on for dear life pressing my face and tongue into her warm soft wetness as my tongue found her firm clit and flicked and swirled at it. Kathryn and I came together in a thunderous orgasm as we clung to each other riding our gyrations, striving to keep our mouths locked on the others sweet pulsing cunts. 

Oh MY GOD! I was blind with lust and joy as my body shook with the intensity of my orgasm, riding wave after wave until finally I broke from Kathryn's still twitching pussy and moaned a deep satisfied sound from my very soul as she nibbled and flicked her tongue on my clit sending supersensitive shocks through me. I was in heaven. My body glowed as my orgasm subsided and my mouth was still full of most of the creamy cum I had licked from the gorgeous shaved pussy that quivered above me as it too stopped cumming just inches from my face. 

Mike had moved off to the side a bit but I could see him stroking his cock beside us. Watching his wife and mistress make each other cum had to have turned him on because his cock was still rock hard and he stroked it now intensely. 

Kathryn suddenly lifted off me and spun around bringing her face to mine and locking me in a deep kiss. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and swirled around mine reveling there in the warm salty sweet essence of her husband's cum filling my mouth. It felt amazing as our hands tangled in each others hair and we made out with a passion that I think only two women sharing a man's hot cum load can understand. We were totally one, she and I, two women who had shared a man's magnificent cock and each other's beautiful bodies in every way, now locked together in a kiss that made us forget the world as we savored the sweet salty slickness of Mikes glorious cum on our tongues and lips. 

"Oh my god.. fuck" Mike groaned beside us.. "I'm going to cum again.. You two are so fucking hot!"

Kathryn broke our kiss as Mike shoved his thick cockhead in between her lips. God I was jealous of her getting to suck him again but I knew I'd get my turn as he grabbed her head and forced his cock into her eager mouth. I moved around so I could lick and suck the side of his rock hard shaft as she nursed and suckled the head, her dark eyes gleaming with lust and animal hunger as she looked deeply into her husbands eyes pleading him to shoot another glorious load. Oh how I wanted it to be me to make him cum, to be allowed to suck his warm meaty cock but it was also incredibly sexy watching Kathryn work and slobber all over it I simply tried to get what I could by licking his shaft and balls. Kathryn must have sensed my disappointment because reluctantly she pulled it out of her mouth and offered it to me.

"I know you want it. Here, get that big cock in your mouth" Oh and I did want it! Fucking and sucking Mikes cock with the taste of his cum still in my mouth had become my greatest pleasure and I plunged down on it now like a ravenous cum starved animal as Kathryn stroked the strong long glistening shaft. I looked up into Mike's face as he watched his two women working at his cock, my own eyes begging, pleading for him please to cum for me. I knew he was already close to releasing just from watching Kathryn and I so I sucked him now with a sense of desperation. I needed to be the one to make him explode, to receive the reward of his cum filling my mouth and with each wet slurp up and down his cock I was begging him to give it to me.

Mike though had a different idea as he pulled his soaking wet cock from my mouth against my best efforts to keep it there.

"Both of you lie down" He commanded "Lie down with your faces together..."

We did as we were told, sliding together till our warm wet cheeks pressed against each other. Mike moved around above us so that he straddled both our heads and stroked his cock above us as we writhed together beneath him awaiting his load. 

"Kiss each other.. I want to watch you make out again"

Eagerly we turned and found each other's soft, warm mouths. I had only kissed a woman for the first time in my life just minutes ago but now I could not get enough of Kathryn's sensuous soft full lips and perfect pink tongue they were so much softer and better than a man's I thought, especially with the taste of cum still lingering in our mouths as we made out with the passion of excited first timers.. 

Even as we lost ourselves in our kiss I still knew what I really wanted and I watched Mike out of the corner of my eye stroking his massive cock above us. He must have been supremely excited watching these two naked women writhing beneath him eagerly discovering the joy each other's femininity while awaiting the gift of his cumload. 

Rapidly he stroked his cock, still slick and wet from our cocksucking, in his clenched fist until with one final stroke and a groan he strained and a perfect thick white stream erupted from the tip, arching out and splashing wetly across our hot cheeks. Mike aimed his cock down at us as he pumped a second, third and fourth huge shot across our lips and playful tongues. Our kissing intensified as the warm gooey cream coated our mouths and we licked and lapped at each other, striving to taste as much as possible. 

Kathryn's eyes met mine conveying the wanton joyfulness she and I were sharing. What an amazing feeling it was to be kissing this beautiful woman with passionate abandon while her husbands incredible creamy essence exploded all over us! 

I licked and sucked at Kathryn's lips and face like an eager happy puppy. Wherever there was a drop of cum on her I sought it out and slurped it into my mouth, then returned to our kiss to share it with her. Mike brought the head of his cock down between our mouths, the last few drops of his cum clinging to the tip and Kathryn and I both attacked it licking and sucking the last of remnants his orgasm from his cockhead. 

Kathryn's face was above mine now and I watched as she swirled the white cream in her mouth around and around until some leaked out running down over her lips. I opened my mouth wide catching the overflow perfectly in my own cum filled mouth holding it open for Kathryn to see the white pool I held inside as my own soft pink tongue cavorted playfully in the creamy goodness. 

Watching me enjoy it must have turned her on because she grabbed my cheeks firmly in her hand, holding my mouth open and let the cum she held in her mouth drool out in a thick white strand into my mouth. My heart already raced to have so much of Mikes cum in my mouth and now his wife was giving me even more! Before I could swallow though Kathryn plunged her tongue into my mouth and began to hungrily lap up the warm creamy pool I had collected there. I pushed it forward in my mouth allowing her to then suck it all up in a wet slurp as our lips and tongues came together once more in the most intensely sensual kiss I had every shared with anyone. 

The strange taboo eroticism I had felt earlier from kissing a woman for the first time was magnified a thousand times now as we kissed with our mouths full of cum, the slick salty sweetness coating our lips and tongues.

Finally Kathryn's eyes met mine in deeply satisfied connection and as she stroked my tousled hair back from my face we both swallowed the rich reward we had worked so passionately to earn. My heart sang as I felt it's thick creamy warmth slide down my throat into my belly. Kathryn swallowed hard too and opened her gorgeous brown eyes wide and let out a satisfied sigh as her portion slid into her belly.

She collapsed beside me as we lay there pressed together on the couch, our arms and legs entwined. I kissed her softly and stroked her dark hair back off her face where it clung to her sticky, cum-covered cheek.

"It's very nice to meet you" I whispered.

She smiled devilishly and kissed me back. "Nice to meet you too, you sexy fucking little whore." 

I giggled, accepting the compliment as Mike knelt over us stroking his softening cock, smiling triumphantly.



Admissions



I closed my eyes. I knew what I wanted to say, but was unsure I could get the words out. The silence on the other end of the phone began to become chilling. Finally, incredibly patronizing, "You wanted to make another tape of me dominating the hell out of you, didn't you Steven!" 

"Well, I..." my face grew red, my pride pretty much shot, dying to give in to relinquish any sense of self I had left, longing to get what I needed - the chance for full release, to admit all. 

"Steven, we've become pretty good friends..." 

"I know, that is what makes it more awkward." 

"Why? You don't want your friend to fuck you up the ass." 

"No, I do. It's just that I...it seems odd, almost a betrayal to you." 

"What if I told you, I still wanted to fuck you and use you for the slut I know you would be for me." 

"I..." I could not breath, my cock was pushing hard against me denim jeans, straining upward. 

"Tell me!" Michelle whispered, "You know you want to. You cannot help yourself, can you?" She paused; as usual, she was right on in continuing, "That is what galls you isn't it? You feel the need to be taken. It makes you feel weak or wrong, but in the end you cannot escape the feelings that I helped grow in you, the desires I let build. You need me to want to use you, don't you." 

I was not afraid, even then. I knew she was a good person, but part of me wanted her to be bad, not so much to possess me...well maybe...but more to...to absolve me? I wanted not to care what she thought of me, not to care about what I thought. The reality was that I had thought about giving myself over to someone before her. Even the thought of being used or fucked, even humiliated, by another, had been arousing before Michelle, but discussions with her had made those sentiments conscious, had honed them to the point of need. 

I was losing control. I knew that I wanted Michelle to follow one of our scripts, to make me admit all of the intimate desires that I had accumulated. To force me to repeat myself and describe the arousal I felt contemplating her cock, its domination of me, her whimsical governing of me. Her cutting me short when I sought to avoid spelling out specifics and her threatening to involve others by taping our conversation or putting me on the phone with friends of hers. Still, in that case I felt like the user and that kept me away, kept me from pushing the issue. It was something she had to want, not that I could even ask for it -- though it might be freely given. 

But, again, I was getting weaker, my will fading as I heard her voice in my head again - giggling awkwardly, recognizing her innate power in the rapport, unsure of her feelings as to my discomfort, then deciding and demanding, "Tell me what you want! I know what it is, but I want to hear you say it."

"How do you know?" I retort trying to draw back, still feeling awkward, feeling as I had foisted an uncomfortable situation on Michelle; Michelle who was a great woman, caring and sweet, hating the fact that she aroused such arousal in me, but somehow (maybe hypocritically enjoying that as well). It had to be her role too; I knew that.

"Isn't obvious," she half sneered half sighed. 

"I see what you mean, I am sorry. I am silly," I admitted. 

"That's only the half of it," Michelle properly retorted, but I am glad you called, even if only so I could make fun of your basketball team, doormat boy." 

"Ouch, that's kind of tough." The Knicks weren't the team they used to be and the Spurs just seemed to get better.

"Truth hurts darling." 

"Ok, want a little wager. No that's dumb, I would just be begging to lose. Unless we went two for one?" 

"I'll think about it and let you know." 

"Fair enough...and Michelle, I am sorry." 

"It's cool. Maybe one day I'll be up that way and actually make you do some of that stuff." 

"Can't wait." 

"Be careful Steven," she laughed again.

Maybe that is what pushed her. I don't know. Possibly, the idea of actually going out on a limb, doing something that was actually out of character, something free, full of expression and craziness. She still recalled their first awkward conversation, knowing that only my heart was beating faster then hers, the stilted words, the suspension of disbelief, the otherworldliness as well as the palpable breathlessness and desire in their tones. Maybe...I don't know...perhaps she won't let me know, that is her prerogative. 

The day was crazy. My boss was yelling. Deadlines loomed; my office seemed like one unending stack of paper. I had just finished the last document due on that date, stamped the 14th on it and sealed the envelope. I turned to tomorrow's beast that was virtually tottering on itself, like the turkey in A Christmas Carol that could never have supported its own weight. My cell rang shrilly behind me. It always rang when it was charging even if it was set on mute; I never understood that. The sound was annoying, and I grabbed for the phone to stifle the noise not wanting call undue attention to it. 

"Hello." Silence. "Hello." 

I was about to hang up, when I heard Michelle state, "I have thought about this quite a bit. There will be five parts." 

"What parts..." 

"Don't talk! At least, not yet. Today is the first one. Put on your coat and go outside. This is a one time opportunity, as each of the parts will be. Don't make me wait." 

"It's 3 pm. Are you serious?" 

"Steven!" 

I broke, "Yes, Michelle." 

"Where are you going?" the office manager demanded as I headed for the door. 

"I just have to go out for a little bit." 

"Well, when will you be back." 

"Shortly." I had not know what else to say. I almost did not get out those words, as Michelle asked if I need her to call back at tell my manager that I was going out to by some panties so a looked the part when I got fucked up the ass. 

"You wouldn't." I said believing it. 

"Oh really..." she let that hang, "maybe not." "So where is the nearest lingerie store?" 

"There is a Victoria's Secret about a mile away." 

"Perfect, that will give us some time to talk on the way."

"So what do you want to buy from Victoria's Secret, Steven," she almost sneered as I reached the sidewalk. 

"Whatever you tell me to Mistress," trying to grasp what I was actually doing out of work at that time of day, apparently going to by lingerie in public for myself, but jumping into our former play-roles. 

"I am not your mistress yet. You will have to demonstrate that. I want to know what you have thought about wearing and what you want to buy for yourself." 

"That is really two different questions isn't it?" 

"This is not your game. I thought you understood that. This is your warning." The phone went dead.

Now it was my turn to put up or shut up. This was my one opportunity. Even as I told myself that, categorized the situation as an opportunity, I knew I had to play it out, just like I had to dial back the caller id several years before (wow - years). "Michelle?" 

"Yes." still frosty. 

"I would like to wear a thong with a full front." Still nothing. "Please come to Victoria's Secret and help me pick out the right thing for me to wear. I have thought about a pink or white lace front." 

"Better. Now you sound like the slut you are." 

"I would be for you." 

"You are with or without me, but now I have decided to take advantage of it. What else have you thought of using to dress up, Steven." purposefully saying my name more clearly. There seemed to be a lull in the traffic and I thought that her end of the line was not as clear as it had been before. 

"Stockings." 

"Really?" 

"Yes, Michelle." 

"Good, anything else." 

"I have thought about getting completely dressed up, with a dress and wig, and I think it would be neat if I had a better build for it, but I am not that dainty." 

"So you want to get dressed up, but you don't think you could pass as a real woman." 

"Probably, not." 

"Maybe, I'll just have you try and give you cocks to suck from guys who don't care. Wait, what am I saying, you did not say that you've thought about sucking a cock, or that you want to have you." 

"No Michelle, but..." 

"But what?"

"I have." 

Exasperated, "You have what?" 

"I have thought about sucking your cock." 

"Really? Say that again." 

"I have thought about sucking your cock and the thought of you making me turns me on." 

"Louder slut." 

"I have thought about what your cock would feel like and the thought of you making me suck a dick while you looked down at me turns me on." 

"I like that, you really could be a slut." 

"I am for you." 

"I know. Tell me, Steven, what else have you thought about me doing with my cock?" 

"Fucking me." 

"Well aren't we the brazen one. Fucking you where, Steven?" 

"I have thought of you fucking me up the ass with your hard cock, Michelle." Our banter was still almost routine, except I was walking down the middle of the sidewalk heading for a lingerie store during mid-day. 

"And does the though of me pushing you on all fours and slide my cock into you get you hard? Knowing it turns me on to take you?" 

"Yes." 

"Probably hard enough to cum, no?" 

"Yes." 

"So what would you do for me, for me to allow you to cum. You know that is my decision, don't you?" 

"Yes, Michelle." 

"Why?" 

"Because, you are calling the shots." Silence. "Because my cock is yours..." 

"Better, prove it!...I am waiting."

"And do not give me any of that 'Whatever you want crap' I want you to tell me what you would do." 

"Aside from dressing up and letting you fuck me." 

"You are not letting me, I am indulging your fantasy, you slut, I will enjoy it no doubt, but do not forget who has the cock now. Besides, you want to be fucked. You have already admitted it. Tell me something new!" 

"I..." 

"Tell me!" 

"I would get on my back and have you fuck me so that when I looked up at you I would see the head of my...I mean your...hard cock waiting to shoot on my face." Silence, I could almost hear her foot tapping getting impatient as my heart beat faster still cognizant of the unfamiliar whirring on the line. 

"I would beg to have you shoot your load of cum on my face and in my mouth as you fucked me, hopefully you getting off at the same time." 

"So you want a hot load of cum sprayed over your face, do you Steven?" 

"Yes, I would take a load of cum on my face for you." 

"That is not what I asked, is it? You are really pushing me, do you want me to take you shopping or not, slut?" 

"Yes, please. I..." 

"I am not sure that I want to waste my time. You probably will welch out anyway, won't even go in much less make a purchase or do anything else I tell you to. You are to much of a sissy to even do that much to please me." 

I was done. She had me from all sides. If I backed down, I was not gutsy enough to go through with it, did not want to please her and was letting my one chance slip away. "Michelle, I am sorry that I hesitated. You are right, I..." 

Her laugh again, I knew this time she was actively enjoying my submission, my discomfort in letting myself go. "I have thought about being cum on and feeling a hot load of cum spray across my face, even going into my mouth, and the thought of that has turned me on, is turning me on right now. The though of you pushing into me, getting turned on by that motion and seeing "your" hard cock above me as you grasp my hips and look down at me telling me to jack-off does turn me on." 

"So you want to get fucked, get cum on and swallow cum is that right Steven." 

"Yes." 

"Yes, what?" 

"I want to be your cum slut, Michelle." I hoped this was not being recorded as other conversations had been, even though I was increasingly sure and discomfitted by the thought that it probably was for some later use by Michelle.

"Now Steven, do not tell me anything you do not mean. Is that really what you want. Speak clearly." she admonished. 

"Yes, Michelle. It would turn me on for you to dress me up and fuck me with your hard cock. Feeling you get turned on as you make beg to cum on my face and swallow cum for you." 

"Better. Now let's go shopping. Don't wimp out; it won't hurt...much." The laugh...



Admissions



So, here we are, almost five years after the fact, and this is the first thing I've written since. Oh, how I've missed writing. Let me give you some personal history.

At seventeen, I left home to move in with a man that abused me. It wasn't until he left me, hot, dehydrated and pregnant on a street corner that I got away. I didn't want to be away, I thought I loved him. A woman, an acquaintance takes me in to live with her family, her husband and three kids, her husband's single best friend and his daughter. The husband's best friend needs someone to watch his daughter during the day while everyone works. I agree. 

Within a month, I am commonlaw married to him; I am on his insurance, and miscarrying the baby. He had a very good job, he took care of me and we dated occasionally but more often stayed in, 'playing house' as my mother put it a year later. Teenagers are fickle creatures. That was September and by December I was pregnant again and his daughter was calling me 'mommy'. We were a happy little family. Three years go by. I went back to school and received my diploma. My husband lost his nice job but I got a crappy one just in time to save us from eviction. We struggled by.

Another year later, we get screwed over by a couple, we thought they were friends. I still have the same crappy job, but my husband can't find work. We have to move in with his sister. I'm miserable because no matter what I do, it's not good enough for his sister. It was the last weekend of March, technically the first one of April, whatever, I left him on April Fool's Day. I tricked him into sending our son with my mom for the weekend. I tried to take his daughter when I left, but I had no legal right to her, and he said no. I went to live with my parents. One condition of my mother's for my living there was I had to further my education. I had wanted to, but my husband had always convinced me we couldn't afford it. I applied for financial aid. I took placement tests. I was accepted for both, and started in the autumn. My son was five, and had never been in daycare. He wasn't ready for school so I withheld him. My relationship with my husband was rocky for a while. The divorce was finalized a year after the separation. I maintained a high GPA in my classes. I worked full time, so I only took the minimum number of classes to be a fulltime student, four a semester.

Three years into my classes, my brother died traumatically. We were close. I failed my classes that fall, and took the spring off to grieve. That following fall I enrolled, taking a bigger class load to catch up. Six classes, I felt like supergirl; until the mid-term exam grades come back. I got A's on five classes, a D on my American Literature exam. It had been an essay exemplifying religious beliefs in early American literature. I don't agree with Puritan viewpoints, am actually somewhat agnostic at this point, questioning my own faith because of my brother's death. My views slanted my writing, and my viewpoint is apparent in my essay. I look back and see that maybe an academic setting is not the place to vent my spleen, so to say. I study hard the rest of the semester. I pass all my classes, except one. My Literature class has a big ugly D in the margin, and a zero where credits should be.

Two weeks after the end of the semester, I receive a letter in the mail. It is a printout of my research paper, and my hand-written final essay. Attached to my essay is another paper, with red writing on it. I do not still have these documents, sent to me four years ago, but I can summarize what they say. My research paper had been done on Francis Scott Key. My paper had marks all throughout, although the only thing I could find wrong was the use of commas. It had a red D on it. The letter from my teacher to me, summarized, said that I had the talent to write of an elementary child, and should stick to manual labor for work. I was crushed. I have been writing stories to amuse myself since elementary school. To say that I had not matured as a writer was not fair nor accurate. I had made A's in Composition 1 and 2 before enrolling in Literature, so I should have known better. I enrolled that following spring in three classes, thinking I should spend more time on my studies. I failed two of them, unable to write the research papers for any of them. The fact that I received a C in my Religions class was a pity grade. I did not enroll the following fall. My mother talked me into enrolling that spring. I dropped the class when the teacher told me I would not pass without a detailed book review. I have not enrolled since. I have re-married my husband.

My mom and I were sitting on her bed, painting each others' toes one evening last month. We were chit-chatting about her garden, her pet poodles, my apartment; she suddenly stops and asks, what made you quit writing? I had to think for a moment. I had not shown her the papers sent to me four years before. I told her what had happened the year after my brother had died. I had blamed his death for so much, when really it was me, letting one mean teacher tell me I wasn't good enough, and not wanting to take the risk of someone else doing it again. I go see the Admission's office and the Advisor tomorrow to enroll this fall. Finishing this summarization is proof enough for me, I can write. I will write.



Admissions Decision



I am the admissions director for a small New England college. Not a very exciting job, and frankly, I was downright bored. How long can anyone spend looking at SAT scores, grades, and mindless personal statements while giving the same spiel and asking the same questions in countless interviews before getting burned out? And as we approached the decision deadline and time-pressure mounted, I was less and less in the mood to be enthusiastic or even polite. So when I got a phone call from a Mrs. Jane Hamilton insisting on setting up a late interview for her and her daughter Ashley I was less than excited.

Normally, we don't even offer to talk to parents or agree to interviews after the application deadline, but Mrs. Hamilton was so unrelenting that I decided to agree just to get her off the phone. We set a time for the next day, and I hung up angrily.

As the time for the interview approached, I dug out Ashley's file. It was a disaster. Low SATs, mediocre grades, and a banal personal statement. I began to regret having even consented to an interview which was going to be an obvious waste of time. When my secretary buzzed me that they were here I let out an audible groan.

My door opened and in walked Mrs. Hamilton closing the door behind her. She was a ravishing woman. Petite (about 5'3"), with chin-length blond hair, deep blue eyes, aristocratic high cheek bones, and a voluptuous body dressed in a chic summer suit. She was New England WASP all the way, old money, Laura Ashley and summers on Martha's Vineyard. She also didn't look a day over 30, and when I glanced down at her birthdate on the application file, I saw that she actually only 37 -- quite young to have a 18-year old daughter. It took me a moment to realize her daughter was not actually with her.

She sat down across from me without being asked, and crossed her lean legs.

"Thank you for seeing me," she said briskly. "I want to talk to you before you speak to my daughter."

"That is a little irregular," I muttered.

"No matter, let's cut to the chase. My daughter is a nice girl, but no brain scientist. But she wants to go here, and her father and I want to make her happy."

She reached into her pocket-book and pulled out an envelop which she then tossed onto my desk.

"$5000. For you. And don't get all offended and huffy. Just take it."

I was speechless.

She stood up.

"Look, Mrs. Hamilton..." I said recovering my voice.

"Call me Jane," she said as she walked around to my side of the desk.

"Look Jane..." I began again.

She interrupted me, "Do you want to see my tits?"

That stopped me, and suddenly I realized I was very excited. Between her appearance, her no-nonsense tone, and the substance of her question, my dick started to harden in my pants.

"I'll take that for a yes," she said as she peeled off her jacket. She was wearing a very sheer silk blouse with no bra and I could see her erect raspberry nipples poking through the fabric. As I stared open mouthed, she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open, exposing one of the nicest set of tits I'd ever seen. They were large, probably 36-Cs, and only slightly beginning to sag which emphasized their natural fullness. Her nipples were like succulent swollen grapes. She had a flat stomach and slim waist which nicely offset the swell of her hips and her pretty round ass.

She took another step toward me, and automatically I leaned forward and starting kissing and sucking her nipples. I went from one to the other, using my mouth and pinching them between my thumb and forefinger in turn. I could have gone on like that forever, but Jane had other ideas. She reached down into my lap and deftly unzipped my pants. In an instant she had her hand inside my boxers and was stroking my cock with a practiced touch.

"You have a nice cock," she breathed. "I want it in my mouth."

Gracefully, she lowered herself to her knees. She pulled my pants open and freed my rod. Then with a lascivious smile, she leaned forward and began licking the head of my cock cleaning away the first drops of pre-cum. Her dainty hands were stroking my shaft and gently massaging my balls. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere, and then she switched to kissing. It was less physically stimulating, but somehow more erotic to her full red lips puckering up and down against my shaft.

For a long time she teased my with her lips, but then suddenly she got serious. She opened her mouth wide and took my cock inside her. I gasped loudly as my rod entered her hot, wet mouth. Then looking up at me with her sparkling blue eyes, she began bobbing up and down, taking my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth until I began to think she'd swallow me whole.

Her blowjob was amazing, hot and wet, her mouth making a loud slurping sound with each stroke. I was so excited I was ready to burst. Part of it was a class thing. It was like a peasant getting head from the lady of the manor, but between her looks and technique I'm sure I'd have been in heaven even if she'd been some hooker off the street.

"I'm gonna cum," I muttered.

Suddenly I felt a quick jab as her teeth closed slightly on my cock. I jolted upright, suddenly more in control.

"Not yet," she growled pulling my cock from her mouth. "I want you to fuck my tits first."

I was a little baffled, so Jane took charge. Raising herself to a squat, she pressed her chest to my crotch. She place my cock between her mounds, and pressed her breasts together to enclose my cock in a fleshy tunnel. My cock was drenched with saliva, and that provided enough lubrication for her to fuck me by raising herself up and down with her thighs.

It felt great especially the sensation of her erect nipples brushing against my stomach. And although not as pleasing as being inside her mouth, it was even more exciting. Seeing her bouncing up and down on her luscious thighs and squeezing my cock with her tits was the most wanton thing I'd ever seen. In only moments, I was again ready to cum.

"I'm gonna cum," I warned her again. 

I expected her to pull away lest she stain her suit. But instead she took my cock back into her mouth, so deep that I could feel the sensitive head brush the back of her throat. I came immediately, and my cock felt like it was shooting a gallon of cum. Incredibly Jane keep her mouth glued to my rod, her throat moving a mile-a-minute as she swallowed every last drop of my jism. She even kept my cock in her mouth as it gradually shrank, and gave it a last minute tongue bath to clean it up.

She stood back up, buttoned her blouse, and slipped into her jacket, and in less than thirty seconds she'd transformed herself back from wanton slut to upper crust lady.

"I'm going to send my daughter in now. I trust you'll be discreet."

And with that she turned on her heels and stalked out. I was so busy watching her shapely ass sway out of the room that I barely noticed her daughter walk in. Not that normally, I would have ignored Ashley Hamilton. She was almost the spitting image of her mother having inherited her mother's chest, blond hair and blue eyes. She quite a bit taller, about 5'8" which made her seem more sinewy and less voluptuous. Ashley also wore her hair longer though, it flowed down a bit past her shoulders, and her face was a bit more rounded. She was more reminiscent of your typical California blond, and between the two of them they would have done well at any mother-daughter beauty pageant.

She was wearing a conservative pleated skirt and white blouse. And she was fidgeting with her purse. She stood by the door until I suggest she close it and invited her in. She sat down in front of my desk.

It was obvious she was very nervous. I tried breaking the ice with a few questions about herself, but that only seemed to get her more flustered. In one sense I felt sorry for her, but in another I was getting frustrated. No matter how nice her mother had been to me, he monosyllabic whispered answers were annoying me.

When her answer to the question, "Why do you want to come to this college?" was "I don't know, it seems like a nice place," I exploded.

"Well, what do you think you offer this college?" I asked snidely.

She looked suddenly heartbroken. I thought she might cry. 

She muttered something under her breath.

"What?" I asked.

"You asked what I had to offer," she announced crisply, "and I said, 'I have a nice ass."'

I was taken aback. I couldn't have heard right. "What?" I said uncertainly.

"A nice ass," she answered unblinkingly. "And nice tits. And a hot box." She stood up. "Do you want to see?"

My cock was hard again.

She stood up, and pushed her hands under her skirt. Then she slowly eased her panties off, tossing them onto my desk.

"Oh my God," I muttered as she walked around to my side of the desk, standing almost directly over the spot her mom had occupied as she sucked my cock.

She sat on the desk in front of me and grabbed the hem of her skirt. Then as she laid back, she pulled her skirt up, past her creamy thighs and up around her waist. She then spread her legs wide. I gasped at the lovely sight of her shaved young cunt, only a narrow triangle of blond fuzz remaining above it.

"Do you want a taste?" she asked coyly.

In a split-second my face was buried in her snatch. I gave her a series of long strokes with my tongue relishing the feel of her clit hardening in response to my attention. She tasted amazing, sweep and tangy, and with a slight aftertaste of raspberry. In seconds her slit was a soggy mess. Using my fingers I spread her wide, working my tongue deep into the folds of hot flesh. She was quivering and growling at my touch. I sucked and tugged at her clit with my lips, and she responded by wrapping her legs around my head and jamming me against. I slid a finger inside her tight cunt and was amazed by hot and tight it was. Slowly, I finger-fucked her all the while tonguing her clit vigorously. It only took another few moments before she exploded in orgasm, her hips bouncing up and down and a barely stifled squeal escaping her lips. She went limp, and I knew I had to fuck this nubile creature.

I stood back up and opened her blouse and bra, exposing her beautiful breasts which looked especially hot spread out across her chest, and I slid her skirt down onto the floor. I then unzipped my pants and freed my cock. She looked up at me, anticipation evident in her big, blue eyes. She reach behind her knees and pulled her legs wide open.

"Fuck me," she mouthed needlessly.

I took a step forward and rubbed my cock head up and down her slit. She mewled softly and began pumping her hips. I aimed my cock at her opening and paused just for a second. Then with a brutal thrust I jammed myself into her to the hilt. Her eyes opened wide and she let out a surprised yelp. But rather than letting her get used to it, I started fucking her hard, pumping my cock in and out of her like a piston.

She felt absolutely amazing. I'd forgotten how hot and tight an 18-year-old cunt could be. I slammed into her with reckless abandon, and she was loving it, her pelvis was thrusting widely to meet my strokes, and her head was swaying back and forth in passion sending her long, blond hair arking over her head.

Having recently cum, I was ready for a good long fuck. I settled on a vigorous pace, loving the sight of my cock spearing her pretty muff over and over. Everything about her was exciting, from her tight cunt to the way she was holding her legs open for me to her wildly jiggling breasts to her soft, excited cries.

I reached down and grabbed her breasts, rolling her erect nipples between my fingers. She reacted by thrusting her hips wildly, and I realized I'd found her hot spot. I squeezing them more firmly, pinching her nipples in time with my strokes up her cunt making her mewl with pleasure. Encouraged I pinched and twisted them roughly. Ashley whimpered in pain, but at the same time I felt her cunt squeeze my rod tightly as she came again.

"Oh...God...oh...God," she moaned between strokes, her voice shaking as I pounded her into the desk. "Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me up the ass," she finally called out.

I was sure I was hearing things, but then she pulled her knees down to her chest, forcing my cock out of her pussy, and raising her ass until her tiny puckered hole became visible. Holding her legs down with one arm, she reached between her legs with her other hand. I watched in shock as she ran her finger from her cunt to the ass over and over using her natural lubrication to prepare her anus. In moments she was working her finger in and out of her ass easily.

I approached slowly. She reached out and grabbed my cock, pulling me close and twisting the head into her ass. It felt so tight, I couldn't believe it would fit, but then to my surprise the head suddenly popped in. She brought her hand back up to her legs.

"Fuck my ass," she moaned.

I decided to tease her a bit instead. While keeping my cock head pressed inside her ass I roughly jammed two fingers into her cunt while allowing my thumb to massage her clit. With the other hand, I roamed up her body, feeling her lean legs, and her stomach trembling with anticipation. I squeezed her nipples and then jammed a couple of fingers into her willing mouth. For a while I finger-fucked her cunt and mouth, getting her more and more excited until she was humping her ass forward in an effort to take my cock inside her.

She came again, and I took that as my cue. With a sudden thrust I slammed my cock up inside her. She cried out, but the fingers in her mouth conveniently muffled her sounds. I banged her roughly, using her ass like a cunt. I kept my fingers in her mouth to stifle her cries, ignoring any pain I was causing her as I enjoying the unbelievable tightness of her anus.

I couldn't last long, but up until the end I gave her long, deep strokes, filling her completely over and over. And then, like a dam bursting I came amidst a flurry of uncontrollable shuddering. The feel of my cum squeezed into her skin-tight hole was almost unbearable. And when Ashley came yet again moments after I did, I thanked my stars for the fuck of my life.

It was sort of anti-climactic after that. What do you say to someone who's basically a total stranger after you've just butt-fucked her? We both dressed quickly, she looking a little sheepish, me grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

I ushered her out of my office and returned her to her mom's custody. My eyes were immediately drawn to Jane's chest, and incredibly I felt my cock stir yet again. I imagined if I could get them both at the same time, but that didn't seem likely, so I just thanked them and sent them on their way.

I returned to my office and took out Ashley's file. The decision wasn't tough. Reject. She was a great piece of ass, but she just didn't have the grades.