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Tally

By: drsalt



"Why can't you get on an earlier flight?" The phone in my hand was slick from the sweat of my hand. The temperature in Tucson was already 85 and climbing, and it was only 7AM. Even standing there naked in the air conditioned house I was dripping with sweat. The sheets I'd left when the phone woke me up were soaking wet.

"I told you that the conference has splintered into departmental groups," my wife said with exasperation. "I have two more meetings tomorrow and by the time they're over it will be too late to catch the last flight. Believe me, baby, if I could get on a plane right now I would. This is the wettest summer Seattle has had for ten years, they said. I'm frickin' cold!" At least I wasn't getting rained on. I looked out the patio doors at the pool. The sun sparkled off the blue water.

She had been sent to Seattle as part of her promotion to the position of regional rep for her corporation. It was a real plum for her and would look good on her resume. It also carried a considerable raise in salary. Even though it meant she'd be doing more traveling, I was happy for her and proud. The glitch in this present change of timing had one big drawback. A month earlier she had made arrangements for her ex-roommate from college to come visit us. She would be meeting me for the first time. Now I would have to pick 'Tally' up alone, introduce myself, and entertain her for two days.

Barb (my wife) has shown me pictures of the two of them back in school. Tally is -- or at least she was -- a tall redhead with skinny hips, big tits and a nicely rounded ass. She wasn't fat, but, as Barb had, she looked like she might broaden with time. I guessed I'd be able to recognize her from her height, if nothing else. Barb told me Tally was exactly six feet tall. Her green eyes have a wicked gleam in them in most of the pictures. If I'd met the two of them together back then I can't say honestly that I'd have gone for Barb.

Tally had been in an accident her last year of school. Apparently she was pretty badly injured. Barb had never really said how exactly, she'd been hurt -- if she even knew. Other than Christmas cards, the call from Tally was their first communication in a whole lot of years.

According to Barbara, Tally was just returning to the country from England. She'd gone there to live years ago. While she was there she got married and had just recently gotten divorced. When I was single, I'd have been thrilled at the prospect of spending two days alone in a house with the pretty redhead. The problem is that now I am married to Barb. I've always been a 'true blue' kind of guy: I was never unfaithful to any of my old girlfriends and I have continued that integrity in my marriage to Barb.

We finished our conversation and I hung up the phone. I went down the hall to the bedroom and slipped out the sliding door to the patio. Beyond the adobe brick wall surrounding the yard the hill dropped away sharply. Baking and glittering in the desert sun, the city of Tucson stretched out below. Rush hour traffic streamed along I-10 and on the cross town avenues. We don't have neighbors on either side of the house.

I decided to take a quick dip in the pool before showering and dressing to go to the airport. Barb and I normally go nude at home. Barb said Tally would probably take to it, though we should probably take it slow. I thought about that as I dove into the pool and stayed under the surface as I swam toward the shallow end. Tally was supposed to stay for two weeks. I surfaced and snorted the water out of my nose as I backstroked to the pool's edge. I pushed off and side stroked back the other way. I wasn't really looking forward to two weeks of enforced clothing, so I hoped Tally was okay with nudity.

The air inside the airport was only slightly cooler than the air outside because the doors were always opening and closing. I felt drops of sweat breaking out on my forehead and dripping down my sides under my shirt. Tally's flight was going to be twenty-five minutes late according to the monitor on the concourse. I stepped into the bar and ordered a vodka Collins. I pulled the latest J. A. Jance novel from my pocket and opened it to my mark. I drank and read until it was time to go to the gate.

The speakers announced the flight's arrival as I joined the crowd milling around. Relatives and friends all peered expectantly past the security checkpoint as passengers began streaming down the concourse. I was standing so I could look straight up the ramp. After a few minutes a head covered with red hair appeared at the bend. It moved along above the heads that surrounded it. 'This has to be her,' I thought.

Sure enough, when the throng thinned out she stood looking around. I was surprised at the changes from her younger picture. The tall thin woman with a great rack who had roomed with my wife had put on a few pounds. Her hips were broader, but still nicely rounded under her summer dress. Her waist had thickened some too. Her breasts had also burgeoned along with the rest of her body. She was undeniably attractive, but not in the way I'd expected. I took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"Tally?" I called out. Her head turned toward me. I raised my hand and she smiled at me. Her smile was beautiful! I smiled back. She came toward me. I held out my hand but she took it in her left hand, pulling me toward her. She hugged me as if we were old friends. I was a little uncomfortable but it felt good too. I hugged her back.

"So you're Frank! I've seen pictures, and Bobbi has told me so much about you I feel like I know you already. Sorry I didn't see you right away." Her breath on my neck was hot. She smelled good. It wasn't a perfume smell. It was more likely the trace of her soap mingled with the natural heated scent of her body. Her tits pushed hard into my chest as I returned the hug. She broke away and looked around. "But where is she?"

I explained the problem and Tally just grinned. "You mean she trusts you alone with me for two days?" Her eyes held a mischievous gleam and her eyebrows wiggled up and down. 'Uh-oh,' I thought. "She must have a lot of faith in you."

"Well," I said, blushing for no reason I could name, "she has good reason to trust me." Even to myself I sounded like a prig. I tried to lessen my discomfort with a grin and a 'gawrsh, ma'am' kind of a shrug. She looped her arm in mine as we walked down the concourse toward baggage claim.

"Good Lord, it's hot!" she said. "Can you find me a cold drink soon?" I noticed she had a slight limp. She was dressed in dark slacks that had to be hot. I offered to buy her one right there in the bar but she was aware of airport prices. I assured her it wouldn't take long to get home. While we waited for her bags at the carousel she told me all about her flights and the idiots she had to endure all the way from New York. She spoke with a pronounced British accent. That could be expected from an American after living in London for fifteen years, I guessed.

We got her two bags and ventured into the furnace outside. Tally stopped and staggered -- actually staggered -- when the heat hit her. I grabbed her arm to balance her. She gripped my shoulder. "Good God! Is it always this hot here?" I eased her down onto a concrete bench just behind where we had stopped. I stood up and looked at her.

"No," I told her with a grin. "Sometimes it gets hotter. The good part, according to those who don't live here is that 'it's a dry heat'." She looked at me and I saw that she had broken a sweat already. She also was too hot to enjoy my little attempt at humor. "Don't worry, though. All the cars and the houses have air conditioning. I told her to wait just inside the door and I'd go get the car. "That way you won't get heat stroke and the car will have a chance to cool down some before you get in it." I left her fanning herself with her book while I went to get the car.

I walked through the lines of cars to my Jeep. Using the washrag I keep in there for the purpose, I held the steering wheel as I started it up. I would have to drive with the cloth between my hand and the plastic of the wheel until the A/C kicked in to make it cool enough to handle bare-handed.

By the time I'd paid for parking and driven around to pick Tally up, the car had cooled pretty well. I popped the hatch and loaded her bags in and we were off. "I don't think I could ever get used to this heat," she said, looking around us at the desert landscape.

"Oh, you'd be surprised. It only takes a year or so. When I first came here in the winter time I'd be walking around in shorts while the locals were wearing coats. Of course the temperatures were only around 70 or so at the time. Still, to the locals it was 40 or 50 degrees cooler than summer. After living a summer here, I got acclimated."

When we got to the house up in the hills west of town I pulled around the curving drive and pressed the button to open the garage. It was shady in there but still hot. I took her bags and ushered her into the cool of the house. She stopped a couple of steps inside, let out a grateful sigh of relief, and started forward again. I showed her where her room was and deposited the bags. "You'll probably want to get out of those clothes...into something cooler, I mean," I told her.

"That's for sure," she said.

"I'll go pour us something cold to drink. What would you like?"

"Anything as long as there's booze and lots of ice," she said, pulling the neck of her top away from her chest. I turned to leave the room.

"Is vodka okay?" I asked.

"Great," she said as she turned away, already unbuttoning the top.

I went back to the family room and mixed up two vodka tonics. I was just slicing lime into the bubbling drinks when Tally came in. I glanced up and then did a double take.

She had changed to shorts and a tank top. I could see she wore no bra under the top, but what caused my surprise was the flesh colored prosthesis sticking out of the left leg of her shorts. She caught my glance.

"I know. It's a shock when you see it the first time."

I looked at her and then away. "Sorry, but, yeah, you're right. Barb didn't tell me..."

Tally was good-humored about it. I realized she was probably used to it. "That's because I've never told her. Motorcycle accident my senior year in college," she said simply. "My boyfriend was driving and he ended up in a wheelchair for life. I count myself lucky now, but I sure didn't at the time."

"I can imagine," I said.

"No, no, you probably can't. But thanks for the thought." She sounded resigned to the situation. She hoisted herself onto a bar stool and we looked at each other across the bar. We clinked our glasses together and drank deep. She set the glass down and looked around. "This is a beautiful home, Frank," she said. "You and Bobbi must do well for yourselves." Every time she called my wife 'Bobbi' it rang an off note in my ear. I'd always only known her as Barb or Barbara.

"We do okay," I said. "I owe a lot to Barb -- Bobbi," I said. Tally grinned at me.

"You didn't know we used to call her that?" I shook my head. "That was us, 'Bobbi and Tally'. Of course all my British friends know me as Thalia, but that's such an old fashioned name, don't you think?" I did, and said as much.

"The only Thalia I ever heard of -- other than the muse -- was Thalia Menninger on that old Dobie Gillis show," I told her. Tally laughed at that.

"That's where my mom got the name! She had a heavy crush on Dwayne Hickman." We had finished our drinks. As I mixed fresh ones I noticed that Tally was fidgeting. She saw me looking again and blushed. "I'm sorry, Frank, but this damn thing itches under the best of circumstances. This heat is only making things worse."

"If you want to take it off, it's okay." I didn't know the proper protocol for amputees. Tally was the first I'd ever known personally.

"It won't gross you out?" she asked hopefully. I smiled and shook my head. I couldn't understand why anyone would be grossed out about a missing leg -- or the stump it left behind.

"You're going to be here two weeks. Just make yourself at home. When you don't wear it do you use crutches or what?" I hadn't seen crutches in her luggage, but what did I know?

"No, usually I just hop around or use a cane. If you could help me just a second, though..." I walked around and steadied her on the stool while she unstrapped her leg and popped it off. It made a damp sucking sound as it came free. She passed it to me. Her pleasure was evident in her expression. "Ahh! That's SO much better!" She furiously scratched at her stump. She had to raise the leg of her shorts quite a way to reach it. She probably didn't realize I was getting a fair view of her crotch since the shorts were rather baggy. She had left her panties in the bedroom too, I noticed. I didn't see any pubic hair and that gained her a huge measure of approval from me. 

I realized I was staring before she did this time. I turned and set the prosthesis on the couch and retreated to my spot behind the bar. My dick was activated by the sight of her crotch and I thought it best to keep it to myself.

As we sat and talked I realized that removing her plastic leg had changed her whole attitude as well. I guess it is kind of an intimate thing to do. I thought it might be similar to being naked with someone for the first time. She told me all about her job and life in London and I told her about my consulting business. We talked about Barb's work and Tally told me some tales from their college days. I stashed some tidbits away to use on my wife when we got together again. It seems the two of them were quite the wild coeds in their day.

Tally kept reaching behind her head to lift the hair from her neck. It was clear that she was still too warm. I suggested she might want to shower, "Or you might want to jump into the pool. I hope you brought a swim suit," I said to my new friend Tally.

"Um...actually I didn't. Bobbi -- I mean, 'Barbara' -- said the two of you usually went without. She didn't think you'd mind if I did, too." She was looking at me with that wicked grin again. I felt my face color.

"Well, yeah..." I said. "If it's okay with you, it's fine by me." I picked up our glasses and she rested a hand on my shoulder and hopped along as we crossed the room to the sliding door.

I wasn't sure if my wife had this in mind once she knew Tally and I were going to be here alone for two days. But, oh well. I could be naked with an attractive woman with my wife out of town without anything happening...couldn't I? Well, of course I could! I believed me.

Tally was pretty agile on one leg as it turned out. We reached the sliding door and Tally pulled it open. The sun had set by then and the sky was all electric orange and purple the way it can get in Arizona. The air had cooled little yet, though. Tally hopped to a lounge chair and sat down. She grinned at me and tugged her tank top over her head. Her tits were some of the most impressive I'd seen. They had huge areoles surrounding very prominent nipples.

She saw me appreciating them and gave me a smile as she unbuttoned her shorts. Standing up again she let the shorts drop and there she was. I'd been right about her lack of pubic hair. She raised her arms and hopped around in a circle, causing her big tits and fleshy ass cheeks to bounce slightly. Her right leg was thick with muscle. My cock started to inflate. Her stump was smooth and ended about five inches below her crotch. Something about that stump, I thought...

"Well?" she demanded. "Are you just going to stand there all covered up?" Her hands were on her hips and she watched me. I was amazed at her balance. "Bobbi promised me I'd get to see some naked man-flesh."

I shrugged and pulled my shirt off and then my own shorts and underwear. I tossed them on a chair next to the glass-topped table. My cock was about half hard and on the way up. "I have to apologize for this," I started, gesturing at my growing hard on.

"No, you sure as hell do NOT!" she laughed. "It's a compliment. I hope it never goes away as long as I'm here." Tally laughed even harder at my groan. I hoped that by the time Barb got home I'd get over this sudden infatuation. The problem was that I only knew one way to get past it: and that was to indulge it.

Tally had me help her walk to the shallow end of the pool since she didn't trust hopping that close to water on the concrete and the glazed tiles. She put her arm over my shoulders and I put my arm around her waist and held her hip as she stepped down into the water. Out of necessity the move brought her tit up against my ribs and my bony hip and my thigh against her warm round hip and her stump. None of that made my dick any softer. Neither did the reflexive motions of her stump when she hopped. My cock was as hard as it could get by then and it was bobbing lewdly as we moved toward the shallow end of the pool. Tally giggled and my face just got hotter.

Tally sat on the lowest step in the pool and leaned back on her elbows. The water lapped around her globes and her nipples puckered up. She let out a heavy sigh. I sat next to her, our hips touching. Her eyes were closed and I found my own gaze returning to her stump under the chlorinated water. The pool had calmed again after we got settled and my view of it was unobstructed. I would look away and then I was looking at it again. I didn't realize she had opened her eyes until she said, "You can touch it if you want."

I looked up at her and she had a serious -- and sensuous -- expression on her face. I reached down into the water and felt her stump. She sighed and she spread it away from her opposite thigh, resting it on top of mine. The end of her stump was round and smooth. It didn't really feel like skin, but I supposed that was from years of being encased in the prosthesis. I was so enthralled in it that it took me a second to realize that my hand had slid up to where the edge of my palm was brushing her hairless pussy lips.

I glanced at her face and saw a hungry look there. I let my hand press against her pussy and rubbed up and down a little bit. She gasped and held her breath and put her hand over mine, pressing it hard against her crotch. Her eyes squinted closed and she rocked back and forth a few times before I saw a tear escape from her tightly closed lids. She released my hand and I let go of her crotch and just put my arms around her. She sobbed against my chest for a long time as I just stroked her shoulders and back. My cock had gone soft and for once I was glad. I was just comforting a woman who was very sad about something.

She finally pulled herself together and used both hands to splash water over her face. It dripped down and cascaded off the ski slopes of her tits. I got up and got us two more drinks. When I came back she took hers and apologized. "I shouldn't have been flirting with you that way, Frank. I know how vulnerable I am and here you're married to my oldest friend."

"Well, you aren't the only one who stepped over the line," I said.

"Yeah, well, it's just my speed, I guess," she said in a quiet voice. "Still, it was rude of me to get you to stroke my stump that way. It always has turned me on, but you didn't know that. I was using your curiosity for my own selfish pleasure."

"I have to tell you I liked it a lot. I certainly don't feel 'used'." We hugged again, but in more of a friendly manner than a sexual one.

Suddenly, all the sexual pressure that had been building vanished. It wasn't that I lost my attraction to the naked woman next to me in the pool. I still had erotic thoughts and she still had her stump on my leg. But the timbre of her voice and her brief attack of self-loathing brought me back to reality. I loved Barb and I wasn't about to risk our marriage for a little hot sex with her friend.


Tally Ho!



All characters are over 18.

-MELD.

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Jogging up to the gate, Sindy leant on it and checked her watch.

"Huh, 12 minutes 34, not bad," she panted, trying to catch her breath.

A few minutes later when she had recovered, she began the jog back to the village. It wasn't really the ideal weather for running, the sun blistered down from a cloudless sky making the sweat pour down the pretty blonde's face. After around a mile and a half, her lungs were really starting to burn and her heart felt like it was going to burst from her chest; she was just about to stop for a breather when she heard a familiar sound coming down the lane behind her.

"Oh great," she groaned, smiling and rolling her eyes as the dirt bike beeped its horn and slowed down alongside her. On board were Tracy and Viva, two of Sindy's friends who also lived in the village.

"Waheey! Come on, get them knees up!" Tracy laughed, jokingly kicking her leg out.

"Piss off!"

"You comin' the pub later?" yelled Viva from the pillion seat.

"Yeah I'll be there," replied Sindy.

"See you in a bit then."

"Yeah okay."

Beeping once more, the bike then roared off up the lane.

"Right, come on," Sindy panted, steeling herself and wiping her brow...

************

Later that evening, after having a long soak in the bath to relax her aching muscles; Sindy got herself ready to meet up with Tracy and Viva in The Wheatsheaf, one of Basforth's only two pubs. Putting a brush through her shoulder length blonde hair and clipping it into place, she then stood looking at her naked reflection; being a member of the college cross country team had given her a very slender athletic figure with long powerful legs. She was quite tall, standing at around five feet ten with sharp facial features and striking blue eyes. Quickly getting dressed, she checked herself one more time in the mirror before making her way downstairs.

"Right I'm off, see you later!" she yelled opening the front door.

"Yeah, see you later love," her parents mumbled back from the living room.

"Don't be too late back and don't make a noise when you come in," her Dad warned.

"Yes Dad," she sighed, closing the door behind her.

Checking her watch, she closed the front gate and made the short walk to The Wheatsheaf. Knowing her two friends, she guessed they were probably already there; sure enough, opening the door into the bar, she found them, playing pool as usual.

"Oh finally, here she is look, Paula Radcliffe." Tracy smirked, finishing her pint as Viva took her shot.

"Oh very funny," replied the blonde sarkily, "do you want another pint?"

"Yeah, cheers."

"Viva?"

"Yeah go on then, cheers Sind," said the stocky little brunette, emptying her glass and belching loudly.

"Hmm, classy." said Sindy, smiling and shaking her head.

Sindy got the drinks and the three of them sat down at the corner table. Tracy and Sindy had been friends for years, ever since primary school in fact. Tracy had always been a sort of rough and ready tomboy type, a complete opposite to her blonde friend. She had quite a thick muscular build, a result of working in her Dad's coal yard and her hair was cropped short and dyed bright pink, which certainly made her stand out in a small village like Basforth.

Viva on the other hand had been a much more recent addition to their friendship; at twenty years old, she was a year or so younger than them. Tracy had met her on a night out about a year ago and the pair's friendship had grown quickly; within weeks, she had moved into the caravan where Tracy lived in the coal yard. Sindy had always assumed that they were more than 'just friends', but had never asked Tracy about it, thinking it best to leave it until her friend wanted to talk; not that it ever caused any problems between them, Viva was a nice enough girl, if a little immature at times.

She was a short stocky little thing, with green eyes, a cheeky smile and brown hair which she wore in pigtails. She had almost become like Tracy's shadow, the pair being almost inseparable; if they weren't in the yard or in the pub, they were tearing around the lanes on Tracy's dirt bike. Another way they liked to spend their time was teasing Sindy, especially when they'd had a few drinks, although it was never nasty or malicious. As the drink began to flow, the two lovers started to get into their stride. 

"Piss off the pair of you, no I don't!" laughed Sindy, playfully tapping Tracy on the shoulder.

"What? I'm only saying," her friend giggled, "when you're running through the village, you stick your bum out; from behind it looks like it's chewing a toffee."

"Yeah right, whatever."

"You do!" Tracy insisted; bursting out laughing as Viva slowly jogged round and round the pool table, doing an impression.

"Well at least I'm keeping myself fit, unlike you two," said Sindy, "there's nothing wrong with a little exercise."

"I get enough exercise working in my Dad's yard," replied Tracy, "you wanna try humping sacks of coal round all day."

"Alright fair enough," Sindy conceded, "but what about you Viva?"

"Don't you worry Sind, I get enough exercise in the caravan," she smiled wickedly, winking at Tracy.

"Oh for God's sake," the blonde sighed, smiling and rolling her eyes.

"Well it's got to be more bloody fun than jogging," said Tracy, "a bit of that wouldn't do you any harm, I'll bet it's ages since you've had a bit of nookie, isn't it?"

"Yeah...well, I haven't got time for a boyfriend," Sindy shrugged, feeling herself blushing as she looked down at the table.

"You're going very red," Viva giggled.

"Oh, sorry Sind I forgot, you don't like talking about stuff like that, do you?" Tracy teased, turning to Viva and whispering, "she's a bit of a prude."

"Piss off Tracy! No I'm not!" the blonde stormed, "I just don't talk about sex as much as you two do!"

"Alright alright, calm down," her friend smiled, "whose round is it?"

"Yours," said Sindy, handing over her glass.

"Okay."

Ordering three more pints, Tracy carried them back over to the table and sat down. Deciding to change the subject, she turned to her friend.

"Sorry Sind, we were only messing."

"I know," the blonde smiled.

"So, how's the training going then?" Tracy asked.

"Hmm, not bad I suppose, but the race is in three weeks and I'm still a little off the pace."

"What you need is a distraction," her friend smiled.

"A distraction?" said Sindy, bemused, "that's the last bloody thing I need; how will a distraction help me?"

"No, what I mean is a challenge, something that's fun but it will still help with your training."

"Oh right, go on I'm listening."

"Well, you reckon that you're fitter than me and Viva, right?"

"Erm...yeah I suppose."

"Well, prove it then."

"What?"

"Prove it," chirped Viva.

"How?"

"How do you fancy a bit of a wager?" Tracy smiled.

"Hmm, go on," replied Sindy warily, putting down her glass.

"Well; you know Davenmere Forest?"

"Yeah."

"Do you reckon you could get from one side to the other before me and Viva?"

"Huh, yeah probably," the blonde shrugged.

"Well we've got two hundred quid that says you couldn't," said Tracy confidently.

"Wait; you're actually betting me two hundred pounds that you pair can beat me?" the tall blonde laughed.

"Yep."

Sindy thought for a moment, there was no way those two could keep up with her and two hundred pounds would certainly come in handy, she would be able to buy that new laptop she wanted; but before she shook on it, she thought she'd better ask what happened if they won, however unlikely that might be.

"What happens if by some miracle, you do actually win? I haven't got two hundred quid you know, I'm a student."

"Well that's alright, you'll have to do some sort of forfeit," Viva giggled, raising her eyebrows.

"What forfeit?" Sindy asked, looking sternly at the pair.

"Oh come on Sind; we're your mates, it won't be anything nasty I promise you," Tracy smiled reassuringly as she offered her hand.

Sindy hesitated for a moment before taking it.

"Go on then, you're on," the blonde sighed, "When do you want to do this then?"

"How about Tuesday morning, about 6?" 

"Sure," replied Sindy, "are you sure you two won't still be in bed, sleeping it off at that time?"

"Don't worry we'll be there," chirped Viva, "right, who's round is it?"

"Yours!" the other two said in unison.

"Oh...right."

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A couple days later, after a gentle two mile jog, Sindy was stood in the field on the edge of the forest, waiting in the cool morning air for her friends to show up. Dressed in her skimpy red running briefs, white vest, white knee length socks, her hair pulled back with an Alice band and wearing her best running shoes, she leant against a fence post and tapped her foot impatiently. After a few minutes, she heard the bike approaching.

"About bloody time," she muttered as the bike pulled up.

"Morning," Tracy smiled, pulling off her helmet, "sorry we're a bit late; are you ready then?"

"Yes...I am," she replied, "but you two aren't, you're not even dressed for running." she smiled, looking at her two friends in their jeans, boots and leather jackets.

"Hah! We're not bloody running!" Tracy laughed, "we're gonna use this," she smirked, pointing to the bike.

"You didn't say you were going to use the bloody bike!" Sindy snapped.

"I didn't say I wasn't either, did I?" she smiled at her sour faced friend.

"Huh; not going to be much of a race then, is it?" the blonde huffed.

"Errm...no; we were thinking more of a hunt," Viva smiled wickedly as she pulled a silver horn from the rucksack on her back.

"Ohhh fucking brilliant, you're hunting me," the blonde sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Yep, that's right," Tracy giggled, "come on Sind, it'll be fun."

"Fun? For who?" Sindy groaned.

"Look, all you have to do is get through the forest and to the public footpath sign at Stubb's corner without us catching you and the money's yours, okay?"

"That's nearly three bloody miles away!" said Sindy angrily, hands on her hips.

"Better get going then, hadn't you?" Tracy smirked, "go on, we'll give you a ten minute head start."

"This is bloody stupid!" the blonde grumbled.

"You're wasting time," her friend smiled, raising her eyebrows.

Feeling a sudden rush of anger, Sindy took a step closer to her.

"Alright, fine; you want a hunt, I'll give you a hunt but you better have brought the money with you!" she snarled.

"Don't worry Sind, I've got it," smiled Viva, patting her pocket.

"Good!"

With that, Sindy set off across the field towards the line of trees.

"HA HA, THAT'S IT, RUN FOXY RUN!" Viva laughed, giving a blow on the horn.

"Silly cow," Sindy muttered, reaching the tree cover.

Even though her pursuers were on a motorbike, she was still confident she could make it without being caught; the forest had plenty of dense undergrowth to hide in, so it was just a question of outsmarting them. Still, she negotiated the criss cross of paths and tracks at a brisk pace, wanting to get as much of a lead as possible. As she progressed deeper into forest, the dense canopy gradually shut out most of the dawn light, giving it an eerie, creepy ambience. A few moments later, the blonde thought she heard the distant blare of the horn followed by the rasping exhaust of the bike.

"Shit!" she gasped, pushing herself harder...

Feeling a tap on her shoulder, Tracy stopped the bike.

"What's up babe?" she asked, turning round.

"Well, why don't we just take the lane round the edge and wait for her near the sign?" Viva smiled wickedly, "we could be there in ten minutes."

"Because that would be cheating babe," replied Tracy, tutting and shaking her head, "we're supposed to be hunting her; besides we want to catch her in a nice quiet part of the forest don't we dippy?"

"Oh yeah...sorry I forgot."

"Come on, we'll go a bit further in then you can get off," said Tracy.

"Get off? What for?"

"So you can search the bushes while I check the tracks," sighed the pink haired girl.

"Oh...okay." 

Blipping the throttle a couple of times, Tracy dropped the clutch and they made their way deeper into the gloom...

With her lungs feeling fit to burst, Sindy could hear the bike getting closer. Knowing there was no way she could outrun them, she quickly scanned her surroundings for somewhere to hide. She was now standing on the edge of a large valley, on the other side of which there was a thick covering of bushes and deep undergrowth; quickly running down the bank, across the muddy pit at the bottom and scrambling up the other side, the blonde crawled into the bushes and lay still just as the bike appeared at the top of the opposite bank. From her hiding place Sindy watched as Viva got off the bike and Tracy pointed towards the bushes.

"Oh shit," she whispered to herself, feeling her heartbeat quicken and her insides wince.

"Siiiiindyyy!" Viva giggled, blowing the horn as she edged closer. With the stocky girl now only few yards away and convinced that she would find her, Sindy knew she would have to make a run for it; taking a deep breath, she broke cover clambered up the steep bank.

"THERE!" yelled Tracy, pointing excitedly at their target.

Spotting the blonde, Viva scrambled up the bank in pursuit. As the pair reached a clear grassy area, Sindy slipped at the worst possible moment and her pursuer grabbed her by the ankle.

"Gotcha!" beamed Viva triumphantly, but her victory was short lived; kicking wildly, Sindy sent the stocky girl rolling down the bank and face first into the mud. Grinning to herself as she heard Viva squealing in disgust, Sindy made good her escape and disappeared over the top of the bank.

"Uuugh...oh God!" Viva groaned, dragging herself out of the pit and wiping the mud from her face and clothes; pulling up next to her, Tracy parked the bike and picked up her dishevelled lover.

"Aww; are you okay babe?" she asked, desperately trying not to laugh, but failing miserably.

"Oh yeah! Funny isn't it?" Viva snapped, smearing the mud off her jacket and flicking it away.

"Sorry babe," she smiled, biting her lip. 

"Just wait 'til I get my hands on that lanky bitch!" the stocky brunette growled, trying to get the last of the mud out of her pigtails.

"Come on quick, get on," said Tracy, impatiently revving the bike.

"Alright alright!"

Viva jumped on the back and they set off but when they reached the top of the bank, Sindy was nowhere to be seen.

"She can't have got far," said Tracy, scanning the surrounding bushes as they slowly made their way down the track.

"You shouldn't have stopped for me; you should have gone straight after her," Viva grumped, "we'd have caught her by now."

"I was checking to see you were okay, you nazzy little git! Anyway don't worry, we'll get her"...

After almost an hour of this game of cat and mouse, Sindy reckoned she was about two thirds of the way to the finish line. She hadn't heard the bike for about ten minutes so she guessed they had gone the other way; deciding to break cover, she crawled out from under the bushes and set off down the track, confident she could reach the signpost before they turned round and came back. Suddenly her confidence turned to horror as the bike appeared about fifty yards dead ahead of her, its beaming pink haired rider revving the engine. With her insides turning to water, she was about to turn and run when someone slammed into her side and sent her crashing to the ground.

"AAAOOOWWFF...FUCK!"

"YES!" Viva yelled victoriously, straddling the blonde and holding her face down, "you're not getting away this time!"

"Uuuugghhh...okay...okay Viva...you got me," Sindy groaned, not even trying to wriggle free, it would be pointless; Viva might have been small, but she was strong.

"Hello there," Tracy smiled as she pulled up on the bike, "well, that was a very good attempt, you got quite a long way."

"Thanks, what happens now?" Sindy asked nervously.

"Now you pay your forfeit," beamed Viva as she pulled the blonde up to her feet, "come on, this way."

Leading the blonde into a dark quiet corner, Viva waited as her lover parked the bike and sat down on a tree stump.

"Alright, bring her over here," Tracy smiled wickedly, patting her lap.

"Oh my God, what's going on?" the blonde panicked as Viva dragged her over.

"Like Viva said, now you pay your forfeit; come on, lie across my lap."

"Oh come on! You must be bloody joking!" Sindy protested, realising she was about to be spanked.

"Nope, not at all," her pink haired friend giggled, "you shook on the bet and you lost, so now Viva and I are collecting our winnings."

Sindy sighed and shook her head, she knew she would have to go through with whatever they had planned for her; after all, as her friend had pointed out, she had shook on the bet and she couldn't welch on it now, it would make her look a coward and there was no way she could live with that.

"Fine!" Sindy huffed as she lay across her friend's chunky thighs, "just hurry up and get it over with before somebody comes!"

"Alright Sindy, there's no rush, nobody will find us here," Tracy purred as she smoothed her palm over the pert bum cheeks, "grab her wrists Viva."

Kneeling down by Tracy, the stocky girl grabbed the blonde's wrists. Seconds later, Tracy brought her hand crashing down on Sindy's rear.

"Aaaagghhhnnn!" the blonde growled through gritted teeth, shaking her head. The big girl then landed four more slaps in quick succession, making Sindy shriek in pain.

"AAAAOOOWW FUCK...TRACY!"

Viva gripped Sindy's wrists tighter and smiled lustfully as her girlfriend spanked their captive over and over, her cries and groans filling the air.

"You little bitch! You're really enjoying this aren't you?" Sindy hissed, glaring at the brunette.

"Ohhh yes," Viva smirked as Tracy yanked down the briefs, revealing the blonde's tiny white thong.

"Oh no! Tracy...please no!" she begged, desperately trying to wriggle free.

"Keep still!" Tracy growled, "or I'll do it harder."

The big girl then rained down a flurry of hard slaps on Sindy's bare ass cheeks, the burning pain slowly turning into a strange sensation that Sindy was actually starting to enjoy; although she hated herself for it, the tears rolling down her pretty face with a mixture of pain, pleasure and embarrassment.

"Ohhhh God...Tracy...please," she groaned.

"Please what?" her friend asked, slipping her fingers between the blonde's legs and rubbing them against the damp thong.

"Oh Sindy...you naughty girl," Tracy purred, slipping her fingers inside and gently rubbing the swollen clitoris.

"Aaaahhhh...oh God...oh God!"

"Shhh...it's alright," said Tracy softly as she slowly pushed two fingers into her friend's soaked pussy, extracting more gasps and groans from the blonde.

"Aaaahhh ohhh fuck...yes...yes!"

"Thaat's it Sindy," Viva whispered as Tracy thrust her fingers deeper into the trapped girl.

"AAAAHHH YES YYYEEESSS!" 

With her head swimming, Sindy gasped as her friend pushed her ever closer to orgasm. Her stomach churned with a mixture of emotions; this was the first time she had ever done anything sexual with another girl, it felt absolutely amazing. Abandoning herself completely to her friend's touch, she screamed ecstatically as the climax swept over her, coursing through every vein in her body.

"AAAHHH OHHH GOD TRACYY AAAHHH!"

A warm trickle of cum spilled out over Tracy's thighs, leaving a wet patch on the big girl's jeans. Letting out one final pleasured groan, Sindy relaxed, her body falling limp over the big girl's lap.

"Was that nice?" Tracy asked, gently stroking Sindy's hair as Viva let go of her wrists.

"Mmmmm."

"Right come on, get up...and strip." 




Tally Ho!



"What? Isn't that it?" Sindy groaned wearily, standing up.

"No it bloody isn't!" laughed Viva, "you owe us two hundred quid and you've only just started to pay it back, so get your gear off."

"What if someone finds us?"

"They won't," Tracy smiled confidently, "come on, do as Viva says."

"Alright alright," the blonde sighed, pulling off her vest. She then removed the rest of her clothes except for her socks and shoes.

"Right go and stand against that tree," said the big girl, pointing to a wiry looking birch. Placing herself against the trunk, Sindy felt her heart beating faster as her two friends smiled mischievously at her.

"Put your arms behind you around the trunk."

Sighing, she obeyed as Viva rooted round in her rucksack; as a delighted smile spread across her face, it became obvious she had found what she was looking for.

"Aha! Here they are!" she chirped, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. Stepping over to the tree, she stood behind it and slipped the cuffs onto Sindy's wrists.

"Comfy?" Viva asked, giggling as she clicked them into place.

"Fine thank you," Sindy replied coldly, sighing and rolling her eyes.

"Here, put this on her," smiled Tracy, tossing over a blindfold she had taken from the rucksack.

"Oh...no please...please Viva don't," Sindy pleaded, shaking her head.

"Shhh sh sh, relax," the little brunette whispered, gently tying the blindfold and kissing her on the cheek. She then went back over to her lover and the pair stood admiring their captive, her beautiful long legs, pert little breasts and her bald waxed pussy.

"Hmm, beautiful," Tracy swooned.

"Mmmm, even better than I imagined," purred Viva as she smiled at Sindy shivering nervously.

"Whe...where are you?"

"Just coming," replied Tracy, picking up the rucksack and smiling at Viva, "shall we?"

"Yeah, come on."

The two lovers slowly paced over to their trapped friend; Viva then took a pair of nipple clamps that were joined by a chain out of the rucksack. Slipping them over Sindy's erect nipples, she then began to tighten the screws.

"Aahhh...ow ow...aaooww...it hurts," the blonde sobbed, the tears rolling down from beneath the blindfold.

"It's alright," said Tracy softly, kissing her neck, "just relax, it'll feel very different in a little while."

Sure enough within a few minutes, it did. The biting pain had been replaced by a strange, tingling sensation which seemed to be amplified whenever one of her captors pulled on the chain, sending shockwaves racing through her body. Winking at Viva, Tracy pulled out a small vibrator; switching it on, she gently rested it on Sindy's throbbing clit, making the blonde cry out in ecstasy.

"Aaahhhh oh my God oh my God yes yes!"

"Yes?" the pink haired girl teased, gently sliding the toy over the swollen bud.

"AAAHHH OH GOD...YESSS YESSS OHH FFUUCK!"

As Viva gave a few sharp tugs on the chain, her lover switched the vibrator to its highest speed and gently pushed it deep inside the blonde's drenched snatch. The overwhelming blur of sensations along with the gliding hands and soft kisses was more than Sindy could stand; just when she thought she was about to succumb to a second, even more intense climax, Tracy took the toy away.

"OHHHH...NO NO YOU BITCH...PLEEASE!" she wailed despairingly, thrusting her hips forward.

"Alright Sindy, calm down," Tracy whispered, kissing her captive softly on the lips before slowly kissing down the smooth soft skin until she reached the soft moist folds of her pussy.

"Oh...oh God...yes...yes," Sindy gasped as she felt the warm tongue rolling over her aching clit; seconds later, she felt a second tongue kissing and sucking the soft flesh as both girls were now kneeling between her legs eagerly licking her pussy.

"Yes yes..aaahh..that's ohhh fuck you pair of bitches...eat it eat my cunt!" Sindy growled, thrusting her hips forward once more. 

This time the two lovers were going to push their blonde friend right over the edge, their tongues rolling over the rock hard clit and pushing deep inside.

"AAAHHH FFFUUCK YYEEEAAHH!" Sindy screamed as she felt the muscles spasm. As the climax gripped her, her legs buckled and she sank to her knees, the waves of pleasure coursing through her and leaving her an exhausted wreck. After leaving her to settle for a few minutes, Tracy untied the blindfold and removed the nipple clamps.

"How was that?" the big girl smiled, kneeling down by her tired friend.

"Mmmm," the blonde groaned, "are you going to let me go now?"

"Erm...soon, there's just one more thing me and Viva want you to do."

"What?"

"Well, we've given you a nice time so it's only fair you return the favour."

Sindy's eyes widened as her friend undid her belt and eased her jeans down, then her black panties, revealing a thick dark strip of neatly trimmed hair.

"Oh my God," Sindy gasped, swallowing hard.

"Come on Sindy," the big girl whispered, edging closer, "you know what to do."

Feeling a rush of embarrassment, Sindy gently kissed the soft moist lips and nuzzled the strip of hair.

"Oh dear Sindy," Tracy giggled, "come on, you can do better than that."

Grabbing the back of her head, the big girl thrust forward, grinding her pussy into Sindy's face.

"Mmmfff...oh God!"

"Lick it!"

Growling lustfully, Sindy licked and sucked at the soft rapidly moistening folds of flesh, rolling her tongue over the stiff clitoris, the gasps and moans of her friend, making her own clit begin to harden and throb.

"Oh...oh fuck...Sindy...that's it...yes..fffuck!

"Oh yyeeaahh...lick that pussy bitch!" Viva gasped as she looked on, her hand down the front of her jeans.

Unable to hold back, Tracy threw her head back and cried out as the powerful climax totally engulfed her. Leaning forward, she placed her hands on the tree to keep her balance.

"AAAHHH FFFUUUCK YYEEAAHHH SINDYYYY!"

A torrent of cum burst from her pussy; drenching Sindy's face, the blonde eagerly swallowing the sweet tasting honey. As the last of the amazing sensation left her body, Tracy pulled up her jeans, staggered over to the stump and sat down.

"Jesus Christ," she groaned, wiping her brow.

Almost instantly Viva took her lover's place, hardly giving Sindy any time to recover. Quickly pulling down her jeans and her little pink thong, she pushed her waxed pussy into the trapped girl's face.

"Come on...lick it...LICK IT!" she gasped, grabbing the back of Sindy's head, desperate for release. Within a minute, the blonde sent Viva over the edge, her muscles twitching around the probing tongue as the climax racked the brunette's stocky little frame.

"AAAHHHH OHHH FFUCK...BITCH!"

Eventually relaxing, she then pulled up her jeans as Tracy undid the cuffs and released their captive.

"Thank God for that," said Sindy, rubbing her arms, "they were really starting to ache."

"Hmm, sorry about that," Tracy smiled, "right we're off, see ya later."

The two lovers jumped on the bike.

"Byyyeeee!" Viva yelled, smiling and waving as they roared off.

Sitting there in the shafts of sunlight breaking through the canopy with only the sound of birdsong for company, Sindy could feel her insides burning with guilt; she knew deep down she had enjoyed the whole experience more than she would ever admit to herself. Letting out a long sigh, she picked up her clothes; underneath them she found an envelope. Picking it up, she studied the front of it.

SINDY (FOX)

Tutting and rolling her eyes, she opened it. To her amazement inside there was £200 and a note; tucking the money in her sock, she read it.

Dear Sindy,

Thank you for playing our game with us, hope you enjoyed it as much as we did; we had always intended to pay you the money whether you won or not, it was just an incentive to get you to play. Hope you're not too mad at us; see you in the pub later.

Yours with love, 

T&V xxx

P.S. It's YOUR round!

"That pair of scheming bitches," she smiled, shaking her head. Quickly getting dressed, she began the long jog back home; luckily she wasn't in college today, so that would give her all day to 'think' about what had just happened...and perhaps how she could get her own back...

Thanks for reading,

MELD.



Tally



I swept her red hair back away from where it had fallen into her face. She tipped her head back and looked at me with a strange distant expression. Then she proceeded to tell me about herself.

After the accident Tally had finished her senior year of college by correspondence (there was no internet back then). At 21, she couldn't face suddenly spending a lot of time in public with one leg; even after spending the first six months after she left the hospital in physical therapy learning how to walk with the prosthesis. She would have needed a wheelchair to finish the semester. The school made an exception for her and allowed her to finish her classes and take her finals with a grad student as a proctor at her home.

She got her Bachelor of Arts degree and holed up in her parents' home for the next year. During that time she did more correspondence studies and developed her innate talents for graphic illustration. She managed to garner a Master's degree in industrial arts through a correspondence program. Through her school she hooked up with a firm in Britain that manufactured widgets or something that needed a talented illustrator.

Given the cool and generally damp climate of England, she knew she could wear long pants 90% of the time and opaque tights the rest of the time. She jumped at the offer. By then she was skilled enough at getting around that most people never knew she was an amputee. Also, after all that time, Tally had accepted things and had realigned her life expectations. She didn't think she'd ever marry so she threw herself into her work. Then she met Brian Longworth.

Brian was an executive with her corporation. His office was on the top floor of the building they owned in downtown London. Tally had an office at the plant outside the city near Heathrow. Mostly, though, she worked from her flat and only needed to go into the office about once a month.

One of her visits to the office coincided with a tour that Brian was giving a group of Japanese investors. When he brought them through the graphic design department he saw Tally for the first time. She saw him as well. As was befitting of her lost interest in courting and men in general, Tally had taken to 'dressing down' -- dressing so as not to attract attention to herself. She should have realized that her height and her shiny red hair were a magnet for attention no matter how she was dressed.

Brian was rather tall as well. He finished the tour and ushered the Japanese back to Soho where they could indulge whatever vices they wanted at his company's expense. For that part of the tour Brian had handed them over to a younger executive who was more familiar with the club scene than Brian was.

The next day he was back at the plant but Tally was not present. When the design supervisor told him that Tally usually only came in the first of each month, he used the phone to call his own secretary. Then he left the plant and returned to London.

Tally got a call from Brian's secretary that afternoon. "Mr. Longworth would like you to come to his office to discuss your employment with Widgets, Limited. He is very impressed with your work."

To make a long story short, Mr. Longworth didn't have any idea of Tally's work. He was impressed with this tall redheaded Yankee that worked for him. He took her to lunch and they had a wonderful time.

Brian asked to see her again. Tally decided she had to nip his intentions in the bud. "Mr. Longworth, I hardly think it appropriate that you and I should begin a relationship. I do, after all, work for you."

That was when he dropped the bombshell: he had altered her working relationship with the company. At first Tally thought he was telling her she was fired. Then as he explained she saw that he had cleared the deck for her. He had changed her status to that of an independent contractor instead of an employee. The advantage was that Tally could take on other clients (of whom Brian gave her a list) and she would be free to date him -- if she chose to, of course. The kicker was that as a contractor, she would be making twice the money she had been earning as an employee.

Tally told him she appreciated the opportunity he had given her and accepted it. "As for dating you, well, let's just wait and see, shall we?" He accepted it.

A month later, on the occasion of their fourth dinner out, she let him take her home to his house in Kensington. Since they both knew where they were going -- and why -- she told him about her amputation. 

"Brian, there's something I need to tell you."

"Oh? What is it? You've a husband at home? Kids from a previous marriage? Not important, Tally. I'm smitten."

"Well, actually, it's not any of those. When I was at college I was in an accident. Only one of my legs is...'original issue'. I'll understand if that puts you off. You can just take me home."

There was a short pause, then (as Tally told me, she got a tender expression on her face) he looked at her and asked, "But there's nothing important missing is there?"

She was taken aback for a second and then dissolved in laughter. The trauma of revealing her secret was reduced to nothing by his response. She was so relieved and she felt her crotch moistening. It had been two years since she had gotten any sexual release except by her own hand.

He was great in bed. At least it seemed so to Tally at first. But it had been so long since she had been with a man and her memory may have been a little faulty. Her college partners had been boys, really. Brian was her first 'older man' -- he was thirty seven -- or at least a man with experience. Brian asked her to marry him a month later and she accepted.

The years went on and they settled into married life. She still insisted on working -- even though Brian was rich. At about the ten year mark, she learned that he had taken a lover in the city. At first she was hurt and angry but she got over it. "It was remarkably easy to make the adjustment," she told me. "I just realized that after ten years I was really rather bored with Brian anyway."

So she found other ways to amuse herself when Brian spent nights in town. Television -- especially British TV -- bored her. Music, books and solitaire paled rapidly. She felt the need for human companionship.

They had neighbors and one of those was Bentley Morrison. Bentley and his wife Sarah lived a few houses away from Brian and Tally. They had been spending quite a bit of time together since Tally married Brian. Bentley always flirted with Tally and his wife didn't seem to mind. They were among the few people Tally had told about her accident. One night when she was at their home and Brian was in the city, Tally asked permission to doff her prosthesis. They, of course granted it.

When Bentley went up to bed, Sarah asked Tally if she could see the stump. While she stroked it, Sarah confessed that she was quite taken with Tally. Tally admitted to feeling an attraction to Sarah as well. Tally said she had been with a few girls back in college and had enjoyed it. She and Sarah made love in the parlor that night. Then Tally spent the night in their guest room -- where Bentley found them both the next morning. Tally accepted Bentley into their bed and they spent the day having sex. Both the Morissons were enthralled by the way Tally's stump altered the logistics of sex.

"That was something I did learn from Brian," she said. "When we began, and once I got over my self-consciousness about my stump, that missing limb never got in the way. Positions that are not usually available to two legged women are easy for me." (I had already decided that on my own).

Things went their merry way for another four years. That was when Brian brought Charles home one weekend. Charles was a much younger man than either Brian or Tally. At first Tally thought him simply a business associate of Brian's. Then she caught them in the upstairs sitting room when they thought she had gone out. Brian was on his hands and knees with Charles' 'very large' penis buried in Brian's anus.

Tally closed the door silently and hurried to her bedroom. She sat there for a long time thinking about what she'd seen. She knew it would be hypocritical if she made an issue of Brian's dalliance with someone of his own gender. After all she and Sarah made love frequently -- both with Bentley and without him. The fact that Brian didn't know that was irrelevant. Nor could she take issue with his deception. After all, she'd never told him about her activities with the Morrison's.

Then she realized that when she'd seen them, Charles had been 'bareback', or without a condom. She stood up and returned to the sitting room, barging in boldly and crossing halfway to where they were still fucking on the settee before they realized she was even in the room.

They broke apart at a most inopportune instant. Charles' cock popped free just as it erupted, sending wads of creamy white semen all over the chintz upholstery of the settee. It also landed on Brian's belly and chest as he whirled around. For Charles' part, he just stood there, spouting his cum all over and wearing a smirk. Tally glanced down at his rampant cock and laughed. He was of average length but he was very slim. His cock was not much thicker than a thumb. Her laughter got louder as she watched him wilt like a candle held too near a stove. So much for Charles.

She told Brian to send Charles away so they could talk. That night they worked out the details of their divorce settlement. Brian's reputation was secured and so was Tally's financial future. She never did tell him about Bentley and Sarah. "I explained to him that it wasn't his philandering or even the homosexual aspect that bothered me, it was the carelessness. Unsafe sex was something I didn't want any part of. With Bentley and Sarah, I was safe. They'd been married for years and there was only one other woman before I came along. That had been years before. They were both healthy and so was I. I wasn't sure about Charles -- or any other of Brian's lovers. I don't even know how many he had. Fortunately, I've always tested negative for any of the VD's and HIV."

Tally stopped talking and looked at me. I was kneeling next to her in the water so I could face her as she talked. She peered down at my groin and smiled when she saw that I was still erect. "So I see you aren't too disgusted at my checkered past."

I was far from disgusted. I was so hot that I came very close to just grabbing her and fucking her brains out there on the edge of the pool. Then the phone rang. I stood up, no longer embarrassed by my hard cock. I enjoyed Tally's eyes on me bobbing my way to the bar and the phone. It was Barbara, of course.

"Oh, hello, Bobbi," I said. She sputtered before breaking into a laugh. I told her that I'd been enjoying Tally's company. Then I told her that we had just been skinny-dipping. There was a silence for a few seconds.

"And...?" she asked.

"And, nothing. She's very attractive and sexy. Still, Darling, you know you can trust me."

"What do you think about her being an amputee?"

"Well, life has its ups and downs," I said. I wasn't about to tell her that something about it excited me.

"She's just told me all about her marriage and all that stuff."

"You mean she told you everything?"

"If she didn't, I can't imagine what else there could be, unless she had some bizarre experiences with farm animals along with the neighbors and all the same sex adventures." Barb laughed and then she insisted on talking to Tally.

I took the portable phone out to the pool. Tally had hoisted herself out onto the edge. They yakked for a few minutes and then Tally fell silent, listening. Then she laughed and looked at me. Her eyes went to my cock (which wasn't as hard as it had been a few minutes before). She said, "No, not now but it was." She looked at my open mouth and winked. "Oh, all right, if you insist, Bobbi, though it will be difficult. See you in a couple of days." She held the phone out to me with a chuckle. I casually strolled back into the house as I talked to my wife.

Once out of Tally's hearing, I asked her, "What was all that, 'not now' stuff?"

"Oh, I just asked her if you had a hard on."

"Barbara!" I didn't know whether I was justified in my outrage, but it was there just the same.

"Well, you're the one running around naked with another sexy woman -- who's also naked, I might add," she said. "Calm down. I do trust you, honey. And now that I talked to her, I guess I still trust Tally. I made her promise not to fuck you until I got home." I heard her words without hearing their import until a few seconds after we had broken the connection. '...until I get home?' Hmm...

I brought the bottle of vodka and the ice bucket to the table outside. Tally had hopped to one of the chairs and was sitting on her towel and rubbing her stump. I filled glasses with ice and poured in the vodka. After the drinks we had already had, I was about half looped. I had no way to judge the alcohol's effect on Tally. After getting a thumbs up from Barb, I was a lot less stressed than before.

"I guess we'd better eat something," I said.

Tally eyed me over the lip of her glass as she sipped. "An olive would be just about right," she said. I laughed and got the jar from the bar.

"Seriously, I'm beginning to get hungry. Besides, if I don't eat I might lose control and end up doing something I shouldn't." I told her.

"Huh-uh. Not with me at least. Bobbi made me promise." She grinned over the lip of her glass and added, "Of course, I'd be happy to watch and critique your performance."

"Oh, well, thanks anyway, but no thanks. She told me you promised not to fuck me until she gets home. Does that mean that after she gets here...?" I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively and she laughed.

"Down boy! We'll just have to wait and see. Besides the 'girl talk' about how well you fuck, Bobbi tells me you're a first class cook. What can you whip up tonight?"

I took a mental inventory of the refrigerator. "I make a killer omelet. I've always liked breakfast for dinner. How about you?"

"Sounds perfect. Want me to keep you company?"

"Sure, if you want to," I said. So I helped her hop out to the kitchen, my hard on returning in the process. As I released her onto a kitchen chair she reached out casually to grip my cock briefly.

She looked up at me and licked her lips. I groaned and realized that it was going to be a long two days. I pulled gently from her grip.

Chapter 2

"I guess Bobbi never told you much about our college days, eh?" Tally had finished her omelet and hash browns. She was munching her last strip of bacon.

"She told me some, but I'm sure there's a lot more."

Tally told me a little about their partying days. They weren't in a sorority and didn't hang out with the frat boys. "We lived in a women's dorm -- the school didn't have coed dorms then -- across the quad from a men's dorm. The way the campus housing was set up each women's dorm had a corresponding brother dorm for intramural sports. We got to know the guys in our brother dorm pretty well. Did Bobbi ever tell you about Joey?"

"That was her boyfriend, right?" She'd told me she had been in love with the guy but they'd gone separate ways after graduation.

"Yeah, he was a hottie, let me tell you. He was Italian with black hair and dark smoldering eyes. We all had wet panties for the 'Italian Stallion'. Bobbi was the lucky one he picked though." Tally took a drink of her now watered down vodka. She had a thoughtful look.

"So, go on," I urged.

"Oh, sorry. I was just remembering one night after an intramural coed volleyball game. Each pair of dorms fielded their own team." She fanned her face with a hand and grinned. "The RA at Joey's dorm was pretty cool. He let the guys have keggers once or twice a semester. That night was one of them.

"We won the game and invited the other team back to the party. Bobbi was with Joey, of course, and I picked up a guy named...well, now I don't even remember his name. Anyway, the four of us ended up in Joey's room on the second floor. Joey got out his stash and we smoked a couple of joints.

"On top of all the draft beer the pot put us all in the mood. The only trouble was that my 'date' turned out to be a lightweight. One minute he was right there sucking on my ear lobe. The next minute he was passed out. I was hotter than a firecracker and suddenly I was high and dry...well, not dry, but you know what I mean.

"When Bobbi noticed she pulled her mouth off Joey's big cock and motioned me over to join them. Did she tell you how big his dick was?"

"No. How big was it?" I was feeling kind of small myself right then (in spite of my renewed hard on) but I pushed the thought away.

"Well, we never measured it but Bobbi and I could each put a hand around it and the head was still sticking out the top." I did some figuring in my head. That would have made it about 9 inches at least, I thought. Christ!

"Anyway that was the first threesome for Bobbi and me. Joey got on his back and Bobbi got aboard. Then I straddled his face." Tally looked at me then. "Maybe I shouldn't be telling you all this. If Bobbi hasn't told you she might not want you to know."

"Well, when we got married we promised total honesty. She probably just hasn't thought to tell me, I'm sure." Yeah, I thought, right! We were definitely going to have a long talk when 'Bobbi' got home! "So tell on," I said.

"Okay, well, that was the first time I ever kissed a girl or sucked on a tit. It was the first time for Bobbi too. We didn't go down on each other though. After I met Sarah I often wished we had. After Joey fucked her I went down on him, though. I guess it amounts to almost the same thing."

By that point in her story my own cock was aching and I had to do something about it. I had almost convinced myself that I could get away with fucking Tally, but I knew I couldn't. She probably wouldn't anyway. We'd both promised Barb. Instead I said I was going to bed. Tally said she was tired, too. I helped her -- not that she needed it, she was used to hopping on one leg -- to her room and got her tucked in.

I went into the master bath off our bedroom and took a shower. I finally was free to relieve the pressure Tally and her stories had built up. I started stroking. It didn't take long for me to reach my climax. I popped when a picture of my Barb with her face buried between Tally's thigh and stump took shape in my head.

The next morning I was making coffee when Tally came out to the kitchen yawning. We were both still naked. She was using a cane that she said telescoped into itself. Mercifully, the weather had cooled some -- it was only 70 degrees by 7:00, but there were cool gusts that carried the scent of rain. We took our coffee to the table on the patio. Clouds drifted across the sun from time to time. Beyond the mountains we heard a low rumble of thunder.

"Is it going to rain?" Tally asked. She sounded excited.

"Probably," I told her. "This is what we call 'monsoon season' here. It can go from hot and sunny to a pouring thunder storm in minutes. The desert floor is so dry that rain just runs off when it storms. That's why you'll see signs along the roads warning about driving through the washes -- the arroyos. We usually have at least one stupid snowbird around here drowned every year. They ignore the signs and get caught in a flash flood." Just then the thunder boomed again. It sounded a lot closer. The table shook with the concussion. Tally grinned at me. Her eyes were alive with excitement.

We watched as the clouds thickened and darkened. The patio is covered so we weren't driven inside when the first big drops fell. A few minutes later, the rain was coming down in sheets and lightning was flashing along with the thunder. The air felt absolutely chilly. A damp breeze whipped at us where we sat. Tally shivered with delight, her nipples (as well as mine) were puckered and erect. It rained for about fifteen minutes and then it stopped. After another half hour the sky was clear again, the temperature had returned to normal, and everything was steaming in the sun.




Tally



"How wonderful!" Tally exclaimed. "Just like that! I never knew the weather was like that here. I could almost put up with the heat as long as I could see storms like that one."

"Well, this weather usually lasts from mid-July to the end of August, so you'll probably get to enjoy more storms while you're here."

Tally said she needed to get at least one more pair of shorts and some more cool tops. She took a shower and I went to get dressed. When she came out to the kitchen Tally was wearing jeans and her top from the day before but she wore a bra now. She had also replaced the prosthesis. "Can we make this quick?" she asked. "I already can't wait to get back here and out of these pants and get this leg off."

So we did. I took her to the closest of Tucson's several malls. She went to a department store while I browsed in a book store. When we met by the fountain at our agreed time, Tally said she could suffer the jeans long enough for her to buy me lunch.

We ate good Mexican food and talked. I told her more about Tucson and Arizona. She told me about Stonehenge and the Tower of London. On the way home I took a detour (Tally had changed to shorts in the car and removed her leg) through the Saguaro National Monument so she could see the huge cacti. They always look to me like they're being robbed. She used up a roll of film on them and the surrounding landscape. "It really is beautiful, despite the emptiness," she said.

"I think the emptiness is part of what makes it beautiful. You should be here in the spring when the desert blooms." She couldn't believe that there would be so many flowers out in the barren desert.

"Wow, maybe I can come back and see that," she said. It was a simple statement but it stuck in my mind for some reason. I told her she was welcome any time. She took my hand and smiled.

We went home then and got naked. The rest of the day was uneventful. In spite of my horniness from the night before, I made it through the day without getting more than half an erection. We swam some, and late in the afternoon it stormed again. We watched it with the shelter of the patio roof over our heads.

We had another thunderstorm in the middle of the night. It woke me up and I went to the kitchen to get a drink of water. Tally was sitting in the dark outside on the patio. She turned her head a little when she heard the door slide open. I stood behind her and rested my hands on her bare shoulders. She leaned her head against my arm and sighed. I moved forward until my legs were against the back of her chair. She sighed and let her head loll back against me, my cock nestled in her hair. I was surprised that I didn't get hard. But I felt close to her then. A few minutes later my erection returned. However, the feeling of closeness remained.

"Bobbi found a keeper in you, Frank. Most men would have taken advantage of the situation this weekend, but you didn't." I smiled to myself. Then I leaned forward and slid my hands under Tally's breasts. I kissed her cheek and tweaked her nipples. She giggled. 

"Just as long as you don't take it personally," I told her. "For the record, I want you so bad I can taste it -- and I can't wait until I can taste it!" My cock was stiff again and poking through a tangle of her hair. I pulled my hips back and it slid free.

I stood up and walked around to sit next to her. "I really want to make love to you. But I just can't see the percentage in adultery. It takes so much work to make a marriage work even without it. Besides, I have a sneaking suspicion that 'Bobbi' is going to put her seal of approval on anything you and I might want to do when she gets home." She took my hand the way she had in the car.

"It did sound that way, didn't it?" Tally was grinning at me. A flash of lightning flared overhead and the house was rattled by an instantaneous boom of thunder. Tally's startled grip almost crushed my hand. "Well, whether she does or not, I'm enjoying your company." I squeezed her hand and we spent the next half hour watching the storm move away and feeling terrifically horny. I was filled with that delicious feeling of anticipation. I looked at Tally's shining eyes there in the dim light. I could tell she was feeling something like it, too. Oh, temptation is sweet when you know you can resist it. It's especially sweet when you know that soon the temptation will be freely offered; an appetite to satisfy instead of a forbidden fruit. When the storm finally grumbled away we went back into the house and our separate beds.

Chapter 3

Tally braved a few rude stares when we went to pick Barb up at the airport the next day. She refused to wear jeans again after buying shorts to wear during her visit. The truth was that her good leg was so pale that there was little difference between it and the prosthesis. The manufactured leg was made so well that it was only noticeable because of its hinged knee. Walking down the concourse nobody seemed to notice it much. It was only when we were sitting as close as we could get to the gate that people began to realize. Tally just stuck her nose in a magazine and pretended not to notice their attention. Everybody seemed to notice, but none of them was rude.

Barb's plane arrived and she gave Tally a big hug even before she greeted me. She didn't have any checked luggage so we went straight to the car. They chattered all the way home. Neither of them asked me anything or said anything to me at all. I didn't mind. I was thinking about what we'd do when we got home. My cock was at varying degrees of erection all the way.

In the house Tally went with Barb down the hall. I stopped at the bar to mix drinks. I tossed my clothes to the couch and was sitting naked at the table outside when they joined me. Of course they were naked, though Tally still wore her leg. Barb put a towel on the cement next to my chair and took my hand. "Tally's told me how well behaved you've been honey. I think you deserve a reward." She flashed Tally a wicked grin and returned her eyes to me. "Any man who could resist this Earth Goddess deserves at least a blow job. Oh and, by the way, you may both consider this as a release from your promises." She knelt on the towel and slid me into her mouth.

She dipped her head and took more of my hardening cock into her mouth. I spread my legs and leaned back in my chair. While my wife sucked my cock I rolled my head to look at Tally. She had removed her leg and set it on the table. She was sitting there with a grin and stroking her stump. She winked at me. I reached out and she took my hand. Then I let her hand go and I took hold of the arm of her chair. I pulled and got her scooted close enough so that I could play with her tits and kiss her while I got my blow job.

It didn't take long. I erupted into Barb's mouth and clamped Tally's nipple between my thumb and finger. She let out a yelp and I let her go. Barb got up and started to go around to her chair but Tally stopped her. "Can I have a taste, Bobbi?" Barb blushed and looked at me. I winked at her. Tally just pulled her down and I watched as they kissed. At first Barbara was stiff and resistant. When Tally's fingers found their way to my wife's shaven pussy, however, she relaxed and participated fully. Her thighs parted and she wrapped her arms around her friend's neck with a sigh. The kiss lasted a long time.

It was a timeless moment for me. After a long time they broke the kiss. Barb stood up and looked at me. Her face looked like she'd spent the day in the sun instead of on a plane. "It's okay, honey," I told her. "Tally has been telling me about some of your adventures back in college. You've been keeping a few things from me, haven't you?"

That made her sputter and get even redder. She flashed an odd look at Tally, but Tally just laughed it off. I laughed too. I grabbed Barb's hand and pulled her onto my lap. I told her what Tally had told me. "I don't care what you did before I came along. All of that is what made you the woman I fell in love with. Still," I said, "I think you might need a spanking for keeping secrets from me."

"Oh. Please. Not that," she said with a grin. I grinned back. She loves her ass paddled. A glance at Tally's surprised expression told me that there were some secrets she didn't know. Barb turned so that she had her back to me. It allowed my erection (after the last few days, a blow job wasn't about to do the job) to settle up into her crotch. She rose a bit and moved forward. I felt her grip on me and then I was sliding into her very juicy pussy. When she was seated, she leaned over and kissed Tally again -- another long one -- as she rode me. 

She used her muscles to massage my cock and I saw saliva leaking from Tally's mouth. It ran down her chin and dripped to her left nipple. Barb's tongue pressed Tally's cheek out from the inside and the sight made me lose it. I slammed up into Barb, dislodging their lips for the few seconds my orgasm lasted. Tally's hand went between Barb's legs and I felt her rubbing my wife's clit as well as my dick. Then she stopped, altering her strokes. Once again she flicked the clit, but when Barb showed signs of reaching a climax, she would change up. Tally was in control. Barb hadn't moved after I came but she got a full body shiver every few seconds. She was as close to the edge as Tally wanted her. Finally Barb began to writhe and Tally delivered her of an enormous orgasm. A few minutes later Barb picked up the towel and used it when she sat in her own chair.

It was too hot to go in the pool right then. We just sat and drank. I got an earful of "the Further Adventures of Bobbi and Tally" and we had a few more drinks. From one perspective, the truth was that the two of them had been pretty slutty in school. It didn't bother me. As a guy, I fucked a lot of women during the same time in my life. I was the male equivalent of a slut, I suppose.

That time with Joey wasn't the only time they'd shared a guy, just the first. They swapped a few times, too. At one keg party they had a contest to see which of them could give more blow jobs in an hour. The contest ended in a tie. They ran out of cocks after all the guys at the party had been through the line as many times as they could stand. They just couldn't get it up any more.

I went inside at sunset and threw together a batch of spaghetti sauce. The women moved into the house when they caught the aroma. We ate spaghetti with a salad and crisp, toasty parmesan garlic bread.

Chapter 4

Barb and I started the night alone in our bed. The idea of Tally alone down the hall seemed rather silly to both of us. Barb went to get her. After my initial blow job and their kiss; after fucking Barb while she made out with Tally and after Tally masturbating my wife, there was a lot of touching and fondling that went on during dinner and afterward. 

It seemed like it was taking a long time for Barb to come back. Just as I was suspecting I'd need to go to them, they walked into the room. They divided and each took a side of the bed. We all kissed a while. I thought their lips tasted like pussy. When, a little later in our dance, I was down on Tally and included her stump in the foreplay I definitely smelled pussy on it. The image of Barb humping Tally's stump flashed into my mind.

It was the first time in my life that I was able to get it up six times in one night. It's the truth! I swear it! I can't blame you for not believing it, but look at the situation: two hot women, four tits, two juicy pussies, two willing assholes and a man being driven completely insane with lust. The women were eager to renew (and broaden) their physical adventures from their earlier years. They both had wished they'd indulged the desire to lick a pussy back then. I was content to watch through that part. It also helped to get me excited for round three with them both (they had gotten me hard using their mouths after the initial round).

Before I fucked Barb the third time, I bent her over and spanked her. Tally was intrigued watching it happen. Her eyes gleamed in the candle light as she watched and heard Barb's mounting excitement. When I'd turned my wife's ass a bright red and she collapsed panting on the verge of orgasm, Tally was hooked. After listening and watching Barb's extreme post-spanking fucking and orgasm, Tally had rolled to her belly.

"I've been a very naughty girl, Frank," she said. "I think I might need to be punished." She went on in detail about some of the fantasies she'd had about me before Barb got home. "Last night I was so horny that I had to masturbate twice before I could sleep." Barb got a thrill as she watched me giving her friend her first sexual spanking. I had to be careful after a bit to avoid hitting Barb's hand as she fingered Tally while I paddled her.

I went easy on her. Still, it turned her on enough to make her second orgasm roll through her in a strong wave, courtesy of Barb's talented fingers. Just as she reached it, the storm returned and I rolled her to her back and fucked through the thunder and lightning flashes. It was great! I lifted her stump up against our bellies and used her juices to finger her exposed asshole. I bent my head and kissed the smooth skin on the end of the stump and then licked it. Tally went nuts! She clamped me tight and screamed out loud. I blew another load into her depths.

That was when they went into their 69 and licked my semen out of each other. I was sore, but I knew the opportunity might never come around again. I rose to the occasion and fucked Barb while she was on top of her friend. When she had her climax I pulled out and went to the other end and plunged completely into Tally.

After I spent myself inside Tally a third time I couldn't do any more. I fell back and that was the last sensation I was aware of that night.

Distant thunder woke us up just after dawn. Tally and Barb groaned and pulled pillows over their heads. I had to pee so bad my belly ached. I crawled over the sleeping women (somehow I had ended up against the wall with Tally between Barb and me) and limped into the bathroom.

After I finished I was awake enough to go and make the coffee. I stepped out to the patio and lit my first cigarette of the day. When I went back in to get a cup of coffee I heard the television on in the bedroom. I peeked in the door and saw Tally half reclining with the remote in her hand. The sound of the shower came from the bathroom. "Want some coffee?" I asked Tally.

"God, yes," she replied with a warm smile. "I'll be out in a bit."

"I'll be happy to bring you a cup." Tally clicked off the TV and rolled to the edge of the bed. She straightened her leg and stood up. I watched in amazement as she stretched -- one of those 'first thing in the morning' complete stretches. She wobbled a little bit, but remained standing. Then she closed the distance between us, her tits bouncing up and down as she hopped. She draped her arm over my shoulder and we walked tandem to the kitchen.

My cock was up early, too. When Tally had her coffee and had gotten situated on the patio, I tossed Barb's towel from the night before at her feet. She grinned and scooted forward until her ass was just at the edge of the chair. She moved her leg one way and her stump out to the other side. Her slit opened and I could see all of the cum and pussy juices sticking her pubes together. I ran my fingers through the stiff hair and fluffed it up a bit. I sat on the towel and began licking. I could taste our sex from the night before. It just made me hornier.

"I think I want to shave," Tally said between gasps of air.

"I want to shave you." Barb's voice came from behind me. I turned to see her freshly showered hair wrapped in a towel turban. "In fact, I want to shave you both," she said as she sat next to us and watched me licking her friend's pussy. It was only a few minutes later that Tally grabbed my ears and pushed hard against my face when she came.

I made a show of picking a nonexistent pubic hair from my teeth which caused Tally to giggle and Barb to slap my ass hard. "He thinks he's funny," my wife said.

"Well, whatever he thinks, he sure knows his way around a pussy," Tally grinned. She was rubbing herself like she was ready to go again. Barb grabbed my erection and laid first claim to it. I hadn't washed yet either but Barb isn't too meticulous about that stuff. She's always been as sexually uninhibited as I am. Tally's visit had shown me a side of her that I'd been unaware of. Barb stuffed her mouth full of my cock and dug her fingers in between my ass cheeks to play with my anus. I moved a leg out to make it easier for her.

She didn't get me off just then. She let me pop out of her mouth and patted it like a pet. "There. I want to see that thing stiff all morning." She looked at Tally and got a grin back. "Every time we see you starting to get limp we'll suck you hard again. By lunchtime you'll be ready for some great sex."

"You do that and I'll be limping around with a pair of swollen balls."

"That's a myth," Barb announced. Tally nodded agreement. After pointing out to them that they didn't possess the necessary test equipment they conceded defeat.

So they still tried to keep me hard all morning. They were fairly successful. What it turned out to be was a four hour long session of foreplay. In their 'efforts to keep me aroused' they had to resort to spreading their thighs across my face. Once, while I was leaning over Barb so she could pump me up some more, Tally slid behind me and spread my cheeks so she could rim my butt and I nearly lost it. Barb had to apply emergency measures by clamping my balls tight so the pain would distract me. It did.

The daily storms had cooled the air considerably. We showed Tally a few spots we liked in town. We went way out east on Tanque Verde and we were suddenly out of town. We drove down to Tombstone and she took pictures of the O.K. Corral. We even made a run down to Mexico for some souvenirs for her friends in England. We were all really at ease with one another.

It was on the way back from Nogales that we stopped at a big steakhouse that sits nearly by itself on the highway. We took a semicircular booth near the back. We ordered mesquite grilled meats of various cuts and types. The place has a reputation for great food, and I think they earned it. I looked up from my plate of ribs and found Barb looking at me. Tally was busy slicing her brisket. I cocked my head at Barb but she just winked. She finished her steak and ordered a piece of cheesecake for dessert.

"Have you decided what you'll do now, Tally?" Barb asked her.

"Oh, I'm not sure. I've got some ideas but nothing is etched in stone yet."

"You know you could start a business here. There's a big market for illustrators and graphic artists."

"That had occurred to me," she reached out and took Barb's hand in hers. "It's especially been on my mind since yesterday." She turned my way and took my hand in her other one.

Barb glanced at me and I smiled. I nodded. "You know, if you do decide to stay here you can live with us." Tally's face broke into a grin. She squeezed our hands.

"Are you sure? I mean, I didn't plan on anything like this. I wouldn't want to get in your way, you know?"

I slid around next to Tally. I put my arm around her and kissed her gently. Barb beamed as she watched. "You wouldn't be in our way, sweetie. If we want private time -- or if you and Barb do, or you and I, for that matter -- we'll all respect that, and that's it. That's the only way people can live together." Tally looked at Barb and she nodded back. Tally let her head fall to my shoulder and she cried big drippy tears.

When she pulled herself together she told us she felt really comfortable with us. "I mean I'm really surprised," she said. "I haven't felt this open for a long time. Even with the Morrison's there was always something held back. I don't need to do that with you two." I squeezed her stump (she'd removed the leg after we sat down) and kissed her cheek.




Tally



We went home and got ready for bed. Barb and I kissed for a few minutes and then she told me good night and rolled away. I patted her ass and rolled toward Tally. Tally was less tired than Barb. We made slow love as Barb snored next to us. There was no fire that time, just low glowing embers that were equally – or more -- satisfying. We cleaned each other up with our tongues and went to sleep.

For three years I had the dubious delight of having two wives. When it was good it was great. When we disagreed, however, I usually had two women arguing against my position. So I guess I'd have to say that when it was bad it was worse than having one wife.

At any rate, on one of her business trips Tally met a man and fell for him. When she came home she gave us the sad news. "You both know I love you," she said, the tears running down her cheeks. "But this is something that just reaches deep inside me and pulls really hard on my heart strings. Bobby just...I don't know...he just seems to always know what I'm thinking. I've seen the same thing happen with you two."

I thought I was beginning to see what she meant. We really didn't have any choice anyway. Tally was an adult and capable of making her own decisions. All we could do was to wish her the best and tell her she was always welcome. Barb was the matron of honor at their wedding and we gave them two tickets to Hawaii for a gift.

They visited us a couple of times over the next four years. Then we got a call in the middle of a cold December night. Bobby said that Tally had suffered a fatal stroke while he was out of town. She was discovered by the neighbor after she noticed the newspapers piling up. We went to the memorial -- Tally had specified cremation in her will -- and the reception, or wake, or whatever it's called afterward.

We told Bobby to stay in touch but he just gave us a sad half smile. "I could say I would do that, except it would be a lie. I like you guys but I think it would be too hard without Tally. We really only ever had her in common. I thank you for being her friend and accepting me as her husband. She told me what you meant to her and how the three of you lived for those years. I didn't understand it but it must have done her some good. She was a good and loving woman. But I don't have to tell you that."

That was the last time we saw him or even heard from him. Barb sent a Christmas card the following year but it was returned, stamped "No Forwarding Address". It was the end of a chapter in our life. 



Tallywhacker



"You gotta smallun, don'cha?" I knew it was a question from the tone in her voice, but for the life of me, I had no idea what the question was.

Recently hired as a product sales manager, it was part of my job to periodically travel to the small stores that sold our product. These small stores were in similar small towns that I knew virtually nothing about. I had left the city early that morning and was traveling west, stopping in said towns along the way, checking displays, talking up the product and seeing how else I could help increase sales. Cruising along two lane country roads, after dark, hungry and tired was just not how I envisioned my new career starting.

The All Night Diner sign was a welcome sight as I pulled in to ease the hunger pangs. I guess they rolled the streets up after dark in this town as I was the only customer. Greeted by the chief cook/waitress with a friendly, "How do, stranger," I ordered my meal and a beer. 

The waitress went about her business, straightening up tables, filling salt and pepper shakers and such. When my cheeseburger and fries were ready, she sat them down in front of me and leaned forward across the small counter, allowing an ample shot at her full cleavage. "'Nother beer, cowboy?" she asked. "Yes, please," I muttered, not taking my eyes off her milky breast flesh.

I'm not sure why I hadn't noticed her much before, but I blame the hunger and tiredness. Probably mid-30's or so, attractive in a waitress sort of way, blondish hair, green eyes, full hips, aforementioned breasts, nice firm legs and as I noticed when she set a fresh, cold beer down, no rings on her fingers.

I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she went about doing her waitressing stuff. When she must have been finished she came back to the counter, leaned towards me again, and asked, "You gotta a smallun, don'cha?"

With a puzzled look on my face, I asked my own question, "What did you say?"

She repeated the question, "You gotta a smallun, don'cha?" 

Okay, now I was really confused. Not trying to be rude, I replied, "I'm sorry, I have no idea what you mean." "You know, a smallun, cuz'n your car."

My confusion grew even more with that statement. I looked into the parking lot at my car. What in the world did it have to do with anything, and exactly what was she asking? I turned back to her, still puzzled, asking, "What exactly do you mean?"

"Well, it's like this," she started, "Daddy always tale me that guys that drive 'dem fancy cars got smalluns." "So, you gotta a smallun?"

Alrighty then, I made a connection between the car and something her Daddy had told her, but I still had no idea what. It dawned on me that her phrase 'smallun' might, somehow be two words, like 'small one'. It was worth a shot. "Are you asking if I have a small one?" I offered.

"Yeah, that's right, so, you gotta a smallun?" Damn, that question just wouldn't go away. 

"Do I have a small one, what?" I asked. "You know, small tallywhacker, cuz'n you drive a fancy car." She replied, obviously not feeling any of the confusion I was. Damn, I deciphered 'smallun', and now she throws a new word at me.

"You know, Billie drives him an ole farm truck and he got hisself a biggun for sure, and Mayor Murphy gots one of dem Caddylak's and I seen his and it ain't nuttin but a speck", she said. I didn't know Billie, or Mayor Murphy, and I sure didn't know what the hell she was talking about, but somehow this conversation was turning into more a game than a challenge. 

"So tell me, what's your name, Ma'am?" I asked. Smiling as pretty as can be, she simply replied, "Daisy's my name, cookin's my game."

"Well, Daisy let me tell you a secret," I said as I beckoned for her to come closer across the counter. She leaned forward and I softly whispered in her ear, "I'm not from these parts, Daisy, and I hate to admit I have no idea what it is you want to know."

In our closeness I could feel her heat rising up from her cleavage, smell the mixture of perfume and cooking grease and the softness of her blonde locks on my lips, so close to her ears.

She took a step back, looked me square in the eyes, put her hands on her hips and in mock surprise exclaimed, "you don't know what a tallywhacker is, do ya' now." In all earnest I replied, "I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about, Daisy."

"Well, I do declare," her drawl sounding like something out of a bad southern movie, "Daddy tole me you city folk weren't too smart, but I didn't know you was that dumb!" With that little statement, I guess I was taken aback for a second and just looked into her green eyes with a bit of anger building.

It was certainly not my intention to drive all over the friggin' place at all hours to get stuck listening to this kind of crap late at night.

"Now, now, Mister, don't be gettin' yur panties all in a wad, I don't mean yur stoopid in a bad way, just different than us cuntry folks." Daisy said softly, perhaps picking up on my new mood. "How bout'n you finish yur burger an beer an I'll go'n show you what I been talkin' 'bout?"

Now that was the clearest statement cute Daisy had said since I had come in her little diner. "Fair enough, Daisy," I replied, letting the little bit of anger drain from me. As I slowly ate my meal and finished my beer, Daisy cleaned up I guess what needed cleaning and was ready to take my plate when I finished.

"Com'on with me, Mister," Daisy said, smiling as she flipped the sign on the front window to 'Closed' and turned off the neon light that you could see from the passing highway. I took her outstretched hand in mine and followed her behind the counter and through the little kitchen area. For such a podunk little place, it was surprisingly clean. Next to the storage cabinets, we went through a doorway that revealed a little efficiency type apartment room.

"Welcome to the cuntry, Mister, by the way, what's yur name?" Daisy both said and asked in one breath as she began unbuttoning her white waitress uniform.

"Um, thanks Daisy, and my name's Richard, Richard Wolfe," I said as my eyes followed her fingertips opening each buttonhole. It only took a few seconds for Daisy to finish and drop her outfit to the floor. Pure white bra and matching panties, how appropriate for the complete uniform.

I was beginning to feel a little overdressed just standing there as Daisy reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. As she released it, she expertly shrugged it off and her aforementioned ample breasts were in full view. "You like these big ole titties, Richard, Richard Wolfe?" she asked, making a play on how I stated my name. "Yes, Daisy, I do like your big ole titties," What the heck was I saying. Where was my proper English?

"You ain't seen nuthin' yet then Richard, Richard Wolfe," she said as she slid her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and smoothly eased them down her long legs. So, there Daisy was in all her natural glory, pretty blonde locks, dancing green eyes, blossoming breasts, full hips with her equally blonde pubic bush and those long legs that ended right at the floor.

Now, I have to admit, as a traveling man, I have fantasized from time to time about something like this happening, but never in the back room of a country diner, but, here I was, staring at an attractive, naked woman who spoke an almost foreign language.

"Well now, Richard, Richard Wolfe, now that you done seen my goodies, I think it'd be high time I seen yurs," Daisy said as she took the few steps toward me and began unbuttoning my shirt. It didn't take her long to finish the shirt and move down to my belt and pants. I kicked off my loafers as she unzipped my trousers and gently let them drop. I guess maybe out of kindness or habit, she hung my trousers and shirt on a hanger looped over the doorknob.

As she turned back to me, she purred. "Alright Richard, Richard Wolfe, let's see about that tallywhacker," as she slowly lowered my briefs. Finally I knew what in the world a tallywhacker was, and what a wonderful way of finding out.

"Oh my," Daisy exclaimed as my shorts came down. "That is one fine tallywhacker, that's fur shore," she said as she cupped my family jewels with one hand and gently squeezed my now growing cock (tallywhacker for you country folks) with her other. After staring at it grow for a minute, she expertly opened those ruby red lips and tried to engulf my manhood. I don't know if I was proud or surprised she couldn't take it all the first time. After hearing of truck driving Billie, I perhaps assumed she would have been a little bit more experienced.

No need to fret about Daisy, though. Within just a few minutes, she had loosened up her throat and was going to town down below. I took the liberty of reaching down between us and grabbing her swinging breasts. And what a wonderful pair of breasts they were. Full, warm and soft to the touch. Pointy red nipples just crying out for a little squeezing and pinching which from Daisy's response was just as much fun for her as it was for me.

It didn't take too long of Daisy's new deepthroating before I started to feel the beginnings of my orgasm. Daisy must have known I was getting close as well, as she gave renewed vigor in her head bobbing action, taking me deep in her throat and moving her muscles around the head of my cock (tallywhacker) until I couldn't hold back any longer. Rope after rope of hot manseed shot down her throat as she grabbed my hips and held me deep inside her mouth.

Damn, I thought I was going to pass out. I hadn't had a blowjob like that since, well, since never, it was the ultimate. I was slowly recovering as Daisy continued to softly suckle my cock, draining any remaining juices and milking my shaft for the last, elusive drop. As pleasantly surprising as the orgasm was, even more so was how Daisy managed to keep my cock hard with her warm, soft mouth.

After a few minutes of gentle sucking to make sure I was still hard, Daisy slowly eased back, grabbed my cock with her hands and backed up until she was sitting on the edge of the little bed. She continued pulling on my cock as I followed her until she could lay down and spread her legs. "You jus gotta fuck me now Richard, Richard Wolfe, please jus fuck me hard," Daisy whimpered, holding her legs wide apart.

I could see her pussy lips splayed out before me, dripping her nectar, pulsating, anticipating entry. I slowly lowered myself down to her. She reached between us and expertly guided my cock (tallywhacker) into her waiting womanhood. Oh yeah, this is what a pussy is supposed to feel like. Liquid hot, deep, wanting more, and Daisy wasn't shy about how she wanted it.

"Oh gawd, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard," She literally screamed as my cock filled her. The minutes went on as I fucked Daisy the waitress as hard and as fast as I could. If not for the warm-up blowjob, I'm sure I would have been the infamous 60 second man, but this girl was getting a ride anyone would be proud of. Her moans and screams would announce each of her orgasms as she would tighten her pussy walls around my pistoning cock and keep riding like there was no tomorrow.

I glanced at the clock on the little side table and realized 45 minutes had gone by and Daisy was still crying for more cock. I slowed down a bit for both a breather and to tease her for a couple of minutes. As she caught her breath, through the orgasmic tears and sweat, she just smiled and blew me a kiss. As I began to dismount, Daisy almost cried out, but then I grabbed her hips and turned her over and pulled her hips toward me.

Doggy style, yeah, that's where it's at with a hot girl like Daisy. She made little whimpering sounds as I entered her from behind. From this angle, I could both hang on to her swinging titties (country slang, you know) and her hips. Not to mention, lightly slap her cunt and pinch her clit which she absolutely went crazy over. Well, doggy style does allow some of the deepest penetration during intercourse, or fucking as it was, and Daisy felt the whole amount of tallywhacker I had.

In due course, after more multiple orgasms from my sweet waitress, Daisy, the familiar tingling in my balls signaled my own, next orgasm. I grabbed Daisy's hips like she was a sinking boat and rode that ass like a cowboy going for the gold buckle at the rodeo. From deep within, the spunk came bursting out of me like a proper eruption that it was. I filled her deeply and completely with my own guttural moans and exclamations to the exalted ones.

We collapsed together on that little bed, breathing in deeply the scent of sex and pleasure. Eventually, Daisy turned her head towards me and with a sleepy southern drawl stated, "I've just got to tell Daddy he was all wrong about you city boys." 

I left Daisy sleeping on her little bed as I cleaned up and let myself out of the little country diner. I put a little red "X" on my map and circled it, just in case I need to come out to these neck of the woods again.