0 comments/ 67410 views/ 4 favorites Love of My Life Ch. 01 By: OneHornyGuy Hi, my name is Ron. I was 19 when I met Linda. She was 18. We immediately fell in love. It was the gentle type of love, one that glows in your heart, and not in your pants. She was a virgin the day we met, and 2 years later when we married, was still a virgin. She became pregnant on our wedding night. After the reception, we went to our home. It was a new home, to start our new life together. We made arrangements with movers to have everything moved from our 2 seperate apartments to the house. All our belongings were in the boxes. The only thing ready when we arrived was the bed. Linda asked me to undress her. I walked behind her and unzipped the back of her wedding gown. I massaged her back the entire lenth of the zipper. As I slid it off her shoulders, I nibbled gently at her neck. She moaned so softly. Her gown dropped to the floor. I reached around her and cupped my hands on her 34B breasts. They were so soft in my hands. As I fondled at her, her nipples came to pert attention. They were hard as little stones. She turned around and gave me a full kiss, one that could only mean passion. I knelt down on the floor and slid down her panties. I admired her bushy pussy, and I started kissing her abdomen and I cupped her tight ass in my hands. Her hands were stroking my hair. I stood to kiss her again, but she had another idea. She grabbed at my clothes, taking them off of me quickly, almost ripping them off! She said hungrily "I want your sexy cock in my mouth." As soon as she had me undressed, my cock was hard and ready for action. Linda dropped to her knees and put my cock in her mouth. She started sucking as if her life depended on it. Her mouth surrounding my cock was wonderful. Within minutes, I blew a load into her mouth. Not the runny, bubbly stuff, but instead was the thick gobs of white cum. My beautiful Linda swallowed every drop. "That tasted so wonderful. Now it's my turn." She lay down on the bed, with her sexy legs hanging over the side. I crawled over to her and put my head between her legs. I gently rubbed my tongue over her clit, and sucked on it. Linda let out a little moan. I then started licking at her pussy hole, and stuck my tongue inside her slit. I wiggled my tongue around, and this made her climax. She was so aroused. I then climbed on the bed with Linda. She said to me "I'm ready to lose my virginity. Please take it from me, Ron". My cock was already hard again, and I was ready to love my wife. I put my cockhead against her pussy opening, and put just the head in. Then I gently eased my way in, popping her cherry. It actually made a popping sound. Linda did not scream at the loss, she made a mewing sound, like a kitten would make. I gradually increased the tempo, and was pistoning in and out of her pussy like a ramrod. I could fell her climax building, and as she climaxed, I also climaxed, spilling loads of gooey, thick, white cum into her hot, waiting pussy. She was able to feel my cum splashing onto her cervix. I pulled out, and there was a few drops of cum at the end of my cock. I moved to her breasts, and let the remaining cum drop onto her tits. She used her hands and spread it over her boobs, looking like they had put on a polish. Linda was exhausted after her first sex session, and wanted to sleep. She kissed me goodnight, and told me "We'll continue this in the morning." She quickly fell asleep, and I watched her, admiring such a wonderful woman I married. The next morning, we awoke at the same time. She said "Good morning darling" and we laid in bed kissing, but my cock was getting hard. I reached down to her pussy, and started stroking it. Then I moved and started licking and stroking her nipples, which were now rock hard, and sticking out erect. We were both ready. I got between her legs. I pushed my cock all the way in with one thrust. Linda breathed out "ohhhhhhhhhhh." I eased my way in and out of her, not wanting to hurt her newly used pussy. But I was not able to hold back for long and I was thrusting her like a man out of control. I dumped a full load of my sticky cum into her pussy, and the same time she climax too. We laid on the bed a few minutes, the took a shower together. Under the running water, we kissed and embraced the embrace of love. Little did we know at the time that my swimming sperm had found her egg. ***************** We went to Miami Beach for our honeymoon. We were staying on the newlywed suite. It was so magnificent and luxurious. Linda loved it. I carried Linda over the threshold, and set her down near the bed. She wasted no time in getting undressed. She shook her shapely, sexy ass at me, and invited me "Come and get it, stud." I didn't need to be asked twice. I ripped off all my clothes. My cock was already partially erect. I walked over to Linda. I started sucking on her nipples, and I reached down and started stroking her pussy. She was already soaked with her juices. She knelt down on the floor and put my cock in her mouth. In no time she had me to the point of climax. I shot a thick gooey load in her mouth, and she swallowed every drop, no wanting to waste a single drop. Linda kept on sucking to keep me hard. I stood her up, and had her bend over the bed with her ass in the air. I put my cock at her pussy, and rammed in hard. Linda let out a load moan. I pumped in and out of her as hard as I could, driving her into a wild frenzy. I withdrew from her pussy, ready to take her other virginity. I put my cockhead at her pink anus ring, and gently eased in, allowing her anus expand until she could take me in. I could tell she loved being butt-fucked. She was gasping for air as I stabbed her ass. I was riding her like a bronco out of control. She let out a load scream, and I knew she climaxed. That took me over the edge, and I shot large creamy loads into her ass. I withdrew, and laying next to each other, we fell asleep until morning. Two days later, we were on the beach relaxing. I decided to have a drink, and went to the hotel bar, leaving Linda alone on the beach. I was sitting alone at the bar, and a lovely 24 year old redhead sat next to me. We talked a few minutes, just small talk, and she told me her name is Jean. Then she invited me "Would you like to come with me to my room?" I showed her my ring and explained to her "I'm a married man. In fact, a newlywed." She countered "I don't see your wife here, do I? And I don't care if you're married." I replied "Let's go!" We took the elevator to her room. As soon as we walked in the door, she closed it, and in a matter of seconds was completely out of her clothes. I was wearing only my swimsuit and quickly slipped out of it. My cock immediately sprang to life. Jean walked over to me, and put her arms around me, embracing me. She stood on her tiptoes and gave me a big, wet kiss. Then she got on her knees and began sucking my rigid cock This woman was an expert cocksucker. After a few minutes, I took my cock out of her mouth, and picking her up, I carried her and laid her on the bed. I got between her legs and spreading them open, I went to eating her furry, red-haired pussy. She tasted divine. Bringing her close to orgasm, I stopped and put my cock at her pussy. I spread open her pussy lips, and drove my cock deep inside her cunt. She let out a gasp at my massive size, opening her pussy wide. The tip of my cock touched at her cervix. I was pounding this woman with everything I had. I gasped out, asking her "Do you want it in your pussy, or in your mouth?" She mouthed out "p...u...s...s...y..............." That was all I needed. With one massive shove, I unloaded into her what seemed like a gallon of seed. Jean then climaxed too, and we slumped on the bed together. We embraced each other, and she said "Thank you. You were terrific." After a few minutes, I got up to leave. But instead Jean asked "Do you have to leave yet? I still want to suck you and cum in my mouth." I started sucking on Jean's tits. A redhead's pink nipples are so beautiful. Her nipples immediately became erect. Jean reached down and started stroking my cock, and I became hard in only a minute. Then Jean knelt on the floor, and started sucking greedily on my massive rod. Within minutes, I shot a large load into Jean's beautiful mouth. She sucked every last drop, and swallowed my entire load. She Stood up and said "Thank you. That tasted sooooooo good." I finally said "Let's go back down to the bar, and have a drink" Jean replied "Sure." At the bar, Jean told me "I won't be seeing you again. My plane leaves in a few hours. It was fun." I watched her ass shake as she walked away. I was unaware that as she walked into the hotel lobby, a man approached her. Her husband. Jean said "I hope this is the one who will make me pregnant." Her husband replied "Me too. And I had fun too. But I had to rape the little cunt" I finished my drink and went back onto the beach where I had left Linda. She was gone, and so I assumed she went back to our room. I walked into my room, and Linda was laying on the bed, quietly sobbing. I asked her why she was crying. She embraced me, and cried "I was raped. Ron, it was so horrible." I exclaimed "We should call the police!" Linda begged "No, don't call the police. He said he would hurt us if we contacted the police. I just want to get over it and go on." I said "OK, no police" Then Linda begged me "Please hold me." We hugged for a very long time and then I made very passionate love with Linda. Linda quickly recovered from her rape, and was very happy with me. We did not find out who the rapist was, but it turned out to be Jean's husband. ************* Nine months later, Linda gave birth to our baby, my baby. A beautiful baby girl, the exact image of her mother. Linda said she had decided on a name, and insisted on naming our baby Jean. To be continued........... Love of My Life Ch. 01 It all started when I was 14 years old. I was a fairly quiet girl, just starting at a new high school, smart, with plenty of friends. My favorite sport was basketball, and I played on the school team. The coach of the boy's team was a man by the name of Jason Golden. He stood about 5'11", and he had the most muscular and chiseled body that you could imagine. His chocolate brown skin, shaved head, and beautiful hazel eyes rounded out the picture nicely. But it was his personality that first drew me to him. Easily the funniest person I had ever met, he was always making people laugh. Also, he was very flirtatious, constantly touching and teasing me, and making insinuating remarks. But that came later. I am 5'4", I have blue eyes and curly blonde hair I don't really know what to do with, and an athletic and toned body. As an athlete, I never appreciated my 34D breasts... they always got in the way. I usually wore a C cup just to make them look smaller. I had a crush or two throughout high school, but nothing serious. My mind was constantly on Coach Golden, or Jason, as I called him. I didn't really see him in a sexual light, but rather I felt safe with him and loved him like a brother. He became attached to me and looked out for my best interests. Nearly every afternoon for four years I went to his office after school and flopped down on his couch and talked to him about everything. I told him about my troubles at school, my crushes on boys, my social life, and my hopes and dreams. Almost always he would come around from behind his desk and sit down on the couch with me, and then he would usually hold me on his lap while we talked. More than once I cried on his shoulder, and he always held me and comforted me. Not that we always got along. Sometimes he got overprotective in my opinion. If I was going to a party he always wanted to know where it was, who I would be with, and what time I would be home. If he heard I kissed a boy, he would yell at me for being naïve and convince me that the boy only wanted one thing. That wasn't our only interaction. I often saw him around campus during the school day, and I usually got a wink and a hug from him. I always got a thrill in my stomach whenever we came across each other unexpectedly. He was at all of our basketball practices, and he sat behind the bench during the games and gave me advice. The reason we started spending time together in the first place is because he thought I had potential as a basketball player. Everyday at some point in the afternoon, whenever he had free time I guess, he would lift weights and workout in the gym. I would usually work out with him or at least hang around the gym while he was exercising. I knew he was proud of his physique, because he never wore a shirt when he worked out. He used to play college basketball, so that's where he got his muscular body. I didn't really notice it when I first met him, but later, I really began to admire it. No high school boy ever had muscles so big and hard. He explained to me that the reason he had worked so hard on his body was for the job he took after college, before he worked at my high school. I asked him what that was, and he said he used to an underwear model. I didn't believe him at first, because he was always making jokes, but he showed me his picture on the front of a package of Hanes' boxer briefs. No question, it was him. My parents loved Jason, they thought he was a really good influence on me, and a good role model for how a man should behave. I agreed, but as I got older, right about the time I turned 18, I started to see him in a new light. I loved the way my body felt when I was cuddled up against him, and the funny feeling in my stomach when he tickled me all over. I began to feel a little bit of sexual tension from him, but I wasn't sure, because I had never done anything past kissing. I remember one day my senior year, right after I had turned 18 years old. I came into the gym after school, and my parents were there because we had a game that day. They were both sitting on the bottom row of the bleachers talking to Jason. He saw me and called me over, "Come here, baby." He never called me by my name. It was always "girl" or "baby," or some other pet name, which I didn't mind in the least. When I was within reach he pulled me to him and sat me on his lap and began to rub my shoulders, while continuing to talk to my parents about local sports, or whatever they were talking about. He didn't care that my parents were right there, and I didn't used to care either, back when I thought of him as a big brother. Now I wasn't sure how I felt, and I was exceedingly uncomfortable. I squirmed against him and tried to get up, but he held me tightly. My parents did not seem to see any problem with this, as they trusted him so much. A far worse day came shortly after this, when a blonde woman walked into the gym looking lost. Jason immediately grabbed my arm and dragged me over there, saying, "Hey, I want you to meet somebody." I guessed he meant the woman, as that was the only person I didn't know, so I went over to her. "Kid, this is Jenn." She smiled at me and waved like I was a child. He took her hand, they were both smiling by this point, and he said, "She's my fiancée." I have never felt so completely shaken. The woman, Jenn, gave me yet another fake smile and began to talk to Jason as if I was not there. Not knowing what else to do, I turned and walked outside to the parking lot, got in my car, and sped out before I had to speak to anybody. I didn't like Jenn from the jump. Apparently they knew each other in high school, but she always seemed so fake. I just knew she was cheating on him. I would have brought this up to him, but I don't know if he would care. From what people said, he had an active sex life and he cheated on her, too. Sounds like a great relationship. At least they hadn't set a wedding date yet. I often spent Saturdays or Sundays at Jason's apartment, lying on the couch watching basketball or football games. Most of the time he would watch TV with me, but sometimes he would be in another room doing work. I always pouted when he did that, and I would ask him why I was there if he wasn't going to watch with me. His answer was always the same. "I just want to keep an eye on you, sweetheart." Occasionally my parents would let me spend the night with him. They trusted him completely. I loved those nights, because he always said he would sleep on the couch and I could have his bed, but I always felt guilty about putting him out of his bed and somehow we both ended up in the bed. And then he would pull me close and hold me all night. The first time I spent the night with him he gave me "the talk." "Baby, you're a young woman now and I know you probably have certain... feelings inside you, and I don't want you to do something you will regret. The last thing I want is for you to let some boy get in your pants because you feel the need to have sex. So when you need to be touched, come to me and let me hold you and make you feel better. No boy deserves to take your innocence." That was fine with me. Yeah, I got that feeling occasionally, ok, maybe frequently, but whenever I considered one of the boys from school, I remembered what Jason said. And being close to Jason was far better than anything one of the boys could have given me. Jason just smelled like a man, in a way that made me feel so small and fragile, but protected at the same time. When he held me I wanted time to stop, so I could cuddle with him forever. My favorite thing to do was play fight under the covers. We would wrestle and tumble around on the bed until he pinned me down or we fell off, in which case we would continue to wrestle. It was no real competition, my strength could never match his, but he was gentle and made sure never to hurt me. Half the time it would break down into him tickling me and chasing me around the apartment. I don't know what Jenn did for a living, but there would be long periods of time when she wasn't around. I guess she traveled a lot. At any rate, she and Jason didn't live together. Jason talked about her less and less frequently, and that led me to believe that their relationship was deteriorating. He didn't seem too torn up about it, but he would brood occasionally, and he got stricter with me as far as who I spent time with, and what time I got home at night. One Friday night I went over to his place to watch a game and spend the night. He seemed a little bit down, and said he couldn't watch the game with me cause he had work to do. I knew something was wrong when he offered me a beer. I followed him into the bedroom to find him lying on the bed with his eyes closed. I climbed in and lay next to him, and asked him what was wrong. He denied it at first, but finally he said, "Jenn and I broke it off for good a few weeks ago. There was just too much red tape in our relationship. I guess I didn't really love her, because I'm already over that." When I pressed him further to find out what was really bothering him, he looked at me for a long moment out of those hazel eyes and said softly, "I'm just lonely." I managed to cheer him up by letting him hold me tightly for a while, and then I pulled him back to the couch to watch what was left of the game. I cheered him further by giving him the beer he had offered to me. When it got late, he picked me up, carried me to his bed, and tucked me in. We slept as we always had, me in a sports bra and athletic shorts, and him in boxers with no shirt. I rolled onto my left side and felt him press his chest against my back and wrap his arms around me. I fought down the feelings I always got when I felt the heat of his body up against mine, but they came back full force when I felt his right hand begin to caress my stomach. As he moved down to my bellybutton I got goose bumps all over. I had never been touched like this! My breath caught in my chest when I felt his fingertips slide ever-so-slowly under the waistband of my shorts. I put my hand on his forearm as his fingers reached the top of my pubic hair. I felt his body tense, and he growled, "You shaved this? Why? Who have you been fucking?" I felt panic rising in my chest. The tone of his voice scared me. "No Jason, I swear! It's not even really shaved, it's just trimmed, I just liked the way it looked, I've never been with anyone!" "Good." His fingers dipped further down to my clit, that special spot I had found to touch at night when I couldn't sleep. It felt good to rub, but I never felt satisfied by doing that. When he touched it, it was like a bomb went off in my stomach. I squirmed and tensed up all over. I let a soft moan escape me. I had never known my body could feel this good. "Just relax, baby." His left arm anchored around my chest, his right hand went to work in my panties, caressing, pinching, and squeezing. I had never had an orgasm, and I was finding it hard to relax when I was so worked up. Suddenly I felt a building feeling in between my legs, and then a gradual sort of explosion. He relaxed his hand but kept it in my panties and kissed the back of my neck as I recovered from the feelings I had just experienced. He whispered softly in my ear, raising goose bumps all over my neck once again, "Feel good?" It was all I could do to gasp, "yeah... yeah." I lay in a kind of trance until I felt his fingers go further down to tickle me at the entrance to my most private part. He very gently pushed the tip of his finger into the opening, but he could not go far. I squirmed with discomfort, and he laughed softly. "That's a tight little kitty cat you got, baby." He removed his hand, and I finally felt able to relax. I had enjoyed it immensely, but I did feel a little uncomfortable now. He caught the look on my face and asked me if I was ok, and I quickly reassured him. At that moment I realized that now would be an entirely appropriate time to do something I had always wanted to do. I rolled over to face him and put both hands on his stomach. I ran my hands over his abs, and then up onto his chest, over his shoulders, and down onto his biceps. I did it several times, and he saw the look of wonder on my face. "Do you like my body?" He asked. "Yes." What kind of question was that? "I've always wanted to touch you like this." "Well, you have my permission to touch me however you want." I looked into his face and tried to figure out if he meant what I thought he meant, but I was too shy to touch him there anyway. He solved the problem by taking my hand from his stomach and sliding it down past the waistband of his boxers and through his wiry pubic hair. He wrapped my hand firmly around the base of his dick and guided my hand up and down a few times. It was too big for me to fit my hand around, and it felt pretty long too. He took his boxers off so I could get a good view, and then he encouraged me to continue stroking him up and down. I enjoyed it and I would have kept going but he caught my hand suddenly and removed it. He pushed me gently onto my back and pulled himself very close. He put his hands on either side of my face and looked deep into my eyes. He smiled slightly, and then he leaned forward and kissed me deeply. It was the first time I had ever been kissed so passionately, and I kissed back with equal fervor. I felt his hands slide down and unhook my bra from the back, and then caress my tender breasts. He pinched my sensitive nipples lightly, and I broke the kiss out of surprise. We both looked down at my breasts... The first second I was struck by the contrast of his dark hands on my pale skin, but the next second I was embarrassed and I quickly pushed him away and crossed my arms across my chest. I couldn't meet his eyes. Sensing my distress, he murmured softly, "Sweetheart, I have loved you since you were 14. Since then you've grown up and our relationship has changed. You're a young woman now, and I want to love you like a man should. All I ever wanted was the best for you, and that's still all I want." I looked up and he met my eyes. I felt him get on top of me, and then lower his weight on me. He was heavy, and it was hard to breathe at first, but something about it felt right. He kept his eyes on mine as he slide my panties down past my ankles. He kissed me again, and I felt his dick move against my thigh. Now it was moving up until it was touching me in that secret place... I was so wet... He broke the kiss and watched my face as he began to enter me. The pain was instantaneous. I gasped and dug my fingers into his back as hard as I could. He looked concerned, and he kissed me again saying softly, "Shhh baby, it will only hurt for a minute." I managed to relax slightly and he drove forward, breaking the barrier. I cried out and it felt like every muscle in my body was cramping up, specifically those of my lower stomach. He looked a little upset and he said, "Want me to stop?" I couldn't speak, but I managed to shake my head. I trusted him. He was very gentle and he went slowly until he had about half of his dick inside of me. "I think that's as far as I can go tonight." I breathed an internal sigh of relief, because I already felt stretched beyond my limit. He rested for a moment and then began to pull out, which was an entirely different sensation. I got used to it as he got a rhythm going, and he quickened his pace a little. It began to feel good especially when he hit certain places deep inside of me. He also worked his hand on my clit, which made everything better. I began to let out soft moans with his every stroke. I couldn't control it, it just felt so good. Then I felt that rising feeling again, and then it felt like a wave crashed over me and I relaxed completely. He was drenched in sweat by this point. I didn't know if I was sweating or if that was just his sweat all over me. I loved the way his body looked, with all his muscles glistening. He gave a deep grunt occasionally, and I felt him start to get a little wilder in his rhythm. He pulled out completely and I saw his white seed shoot out of his dick and onto the sheets. He was breathing heavily and he looked exhausted, but he put his arm out and pulled me roughly to him. He held me against his chest until I felt his heart rate begin to slow down. "How do you feel?" He asked softly. "It's weird... I feel kind of... empty." I said. "I mean, when we were doing it, I felt so full and it felt good, but now I feel empty and lonely." He smiled. "You're a woman now." I looked him straight in the eye and said, "Jason, I love you." "I love you too, baby." I woke up the next morning and thoughts of the night before came rushing back to me. I was aware of an incredible soreness between my legs. I rolled over and found Jason watching me. I crawled up on top of him, and rested my chin on his chest. He said, "I want to have a relationship." I smiled. "Will it be anything like your last one?" "Hell no. I never really loved Jenn. I love you with all my heart." "It would have to be a secret. I don't want you to lose your job." "I'm willing to do anything to make this work." I nodded and looked distractedly around the room. "What's on your mind, baby?" He always seemed to know what I was thinking. I blushed and squirmed a little bit. "I was just wondering... I mean, if you want to... Can we do it again?" Love of My Life Ch. 02 It had been about a month since that night when Jason and I first made love at his apartment. Since then, I had spent every weekend at his place, learning more each time about sex. We agreed to keep our relationship secret, because he would definitely lose his job at my high school if anybody knew what we were doing. I wanted to tell my friends, but I restrained myself. It wasn't just about sex though; we loved each other and expressed it often. Sometimes it seemed like all we had was a fling, because we couldn't be seen together in public, so we just met in secret. Jason continued to be caring and sweet to me, and he looked out for me at school. He was very strict about what boys I talked to, and how I spent my afternoons after school was out. There was one boy on the basketball team he coached, named Chris, who was very popular and good-looking. He was about 6'1" with short black hair and blue eyes. He had a pretty muscular body, too. He was captain of the basketball team and the quarterback of the football team. I really liked Chris, because he was always nice to me and fun to talk to, but Jason considered him to be full of himself and self-centered. I talked to him often as we both spent a lot of time around the gym, and we were the best players on our respective basketball teams. If Jason even caught me talking to him, he would drag me away with some excuse and reprimand me. He usually gave Chris a hard time in practice for being a ball hog and not being a team player. My new relationship with Jason was leading to a lot of changes in my life. I was always pretty, but I rarely wore makeup or did anything with my hair, or dressed up past a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Now I made an effort to look nice at school, straightened my hair and wore it down, and wore a skirt almost every day. Jason introduced me to the idea of thongs, and I got a few and started wearing them under my skirts. In between classes or anytime I had free time I would drop by Jason's office and let him feel on me. It was very exciting to know that we could be caught at any minute, although we never did anything more incriminating than a quick kiss while at school. He loved for me to wear colored panties, and he always asked to see them. Some days he told me not to wear panties at all, and I always did what he said. It was a very radical change from how I used to act, but most of my friends only saw a subtle change, because they were not privy to my panties like Jason was. Now that I was taking better care of my appearance, I was starting to get a lot of attention from the boys at my school. It was a nice change for me. I had always been popular and well liked, but mostly as a friend to guys, because I was something of a tomboy. Now I was getting invited to a lot of parties, and since I was a very social person, I almost always accepted. The only dilemma was that now I had to share my weekends between partying with my friends and spending time with Jason. Also, he had to keep up appearances, and sometimes he even canceled our time together because he had to hang out with his friends. He was very protective and always wanted to know who I talked to, who I danced with, and who wanted to leave with me. He also warned me to stay away from alcohol and drugs, or he would punish me. Our relationship had a strange twist, because of our age difference and the fact that at first he was a mixture of a big brother and a father to me. So he continued to play the role of the disciplinarian. The one time I crossed the line was a Saturday night, when I was leaving from a party at a very cute guy's house to go to Jason's apartment to spend the night. The host of the party had pressed me to have a drink with him, and I finally agreed to have just one, because he was so cute, and I heard that one drink wouldn't hurt. I was wrong. Either he put something in it, or I just had no experience with alcohol, but I was dizzy by the time I left. I had to practically hit the boy to get him to stop groping me. I drove slowly and carefully and got to Jason's place at about one o'clock. I walked in and he was laying on the couch watching TV. He got up and kissed me deeply. I was just getting into it when he broke the kiss and pushed me away suddenly. I couldn't remember him ever looking so angry. He could taste the beer in my mouth and smell the cologne in my clothes. He grabbed me by the arm, dragged me to the couch, sat down and bent me over his knees in one smooth motion. I was still slightly tipsy and I didn't know what had tipped him off, so I decided to act innocent and pretend I didn't know why he was upset. He didn't want to hear it. He pulled my skirt and panties off, (thank God I had decided to wear some that night) and proceeded to spank me until I cried. Upon seeing my tears he desisted and turned me over in his arms. He held me and comforted me as the effects of the alcohol wore off. I remember clearly what he said. "Sweetie, you should know by now that drinking alcohol is how these boys try to take advantage of you. Even worse, there could have been a drug in your drink that would make you helpless against anyone who felt like raping you. I only make rules because I love you and I want to protect you. Sometimes you don't know what's best for you, so I am trying to look out for you, but I can't be around you all the time. That's why you need to listen to what I tell you. Now, I hope you didn't make a mistake tonight with that boy." I assured him that nothing had happened between us, and he believed me. He always knew when I was lying. I had never been able to deceive him. After he kissed away my tears, he took me to the bed, where we made love slowly and gently all night long. When I looked in the mirror the next day, I still had red handprints on my backside. Another weekend, not long after that, I went to a party at Chris's house. His parents were out of town, and he was having a party. He told me about it on Friday morning at school, and said he wanted to make sure I was coming. I said I probably would. We were pretty good friends, so I didn't see anything out of the ordinary with this, but all my friends who were present at the time were convinced that he liked me. By Friday afternoon it had become the talk of the school that Chris and I liked each other. I denied it completely, but people tried to convince me of what a "perfect couple" we would be. The two best athletes, two of the most popular seniors, and both apparently single. I continued to brush it off, but all the speculation planted a seed in my mind. I hadn't heard anything about Chris denying his attraction to me. And he was cute, and athletic, with a nice body... And I couldn't help but think it would be nice to go on a date with somebody, and have a public relationship... but I shook off these feelings when I thought of Jason and the love we shared. I went to Chris's house Saturday night, and enjoyed myself at the party. There was good music playing, so I spent most of my time dancing with multiple boys. I turned down many proffered drinks throughout the evening. Then Chris came over, and we started grinding. It was fun, but it felt like everyone was watching us, waiting for this moment. The girls who weren't my friends were watching me with jealousy, and a couple different boys tried to cut in without success. I was getting tired, so I stopped and left the dance floor, which was his living room, to go out on the back porch. I went to the far corner, as several couples were occupied on the other side. It was much cooler outside. I felt someone behind me, and I turned. It was Chris. Leaning against the railing, we talked for several minutes. He put his hand on my arm and was looking into my eyes, when I realized he was about to kiss me. I wasn't sure what would happen if we kissed, and I didn't want to lose him as a friend, or endanger my relationship with Jason. I pulled away and told him I had to go, but I had a really good time. He looked a little bit hurt, and I found myself wondering whether he really was just after sex, like Jason had told me. He seemed to sincerely have feelings for me. Either way, I had to leave, so I did it quickly. Jason greeted me at his apartment with a smile, and a casual question about how the party had been. I told him it had been fun, and that I had been dancing the whole time. He asked me who I danced with, and I listed everyone I could remember, and when I got to the end of the list, I realized I had left Chris out. I hadn't planned to, but something told me not to tell him. He knew the party had been at Chris's house, so he asked me if I had seen or talked to Chris at all. I felt guilty as I shook my head, and wondered if he knew I was lying. I didn't even know why I was lying. Thankfully, Jason didn't ask any more questions. He told me that he had had a hard week at work, and he had a lot of pent up frustration. I wondered why he was telling me this, but I learned quickly. Up til now, we had had sex with varying degrees of roughness, but in general, Jason had been very gentle with me. That night, I learned what rough sex really was. It hurt a lot at first, but after I became accustomed to his strength, I began to get a lot of pleasure from it. He had only taken me from behind a few times, and always very gently. That night he started slowly but built up quickly, grabbed me by the hips, and fucked me hard. I have decided that there are three ways to have intercourse: making love, which is gentle, affectionate, and tender; having sex, which can either be indifferent or just a faster version of making love; and fucking, which is rough and forceful. As far as I am concerned, they all have their advantages. That night we fucked for the first time. He told me to get on all fours and we did it doggy style. I liked it mostly because of how it felt to have his weight on my back and his heavy breathing right in my ear. My favorite was when he put me up against the wall and drove into me with all his strength. I was moaning and screaming til I almost lost my voice. I wondered briefly whether he was trying to punish me for lying to him, but then I decided he couldn't be because I was enjoying it too much, and also he didn't know I lied. It wasn't a big lie anyway. Then he bit my ear and I stopped thinking about Chris and just let myself fall into the sensations. The next morning, I was as sore as I have ever been. We had slept pretty late, so I rolled out of bed and got in the shower without waking Jason. I was enjoying the feeling of the hot water on my sore muscles, so I closed my eyes. I gasped when I felt a pair of hands caress my breasts from behind. I tried to turn but he held me tightly. Kissing up and down the back of my neck, he murmured in my ear, "Who else would it be?" He gently washed my body, massaging me all over. "Did you enjoy last night? Or was I too rough?" "No, I liked it, after I got used to it." I answered. "But you're sore now, huh?" "You have no idea." He laughed. His hands slid down my stomach, and he touched my most private spot gently. I gasped and wriggled out of his arms. I stood against the other wall of the shower and crossed my legs. "Do you know how bad that hurts?" I asked, laughing a little. "I can make it all better. Want me to make it better?" "How?" I asked suspiciously. "You'll see. Spread your legs." When I didn't move he laughed and said, "I'm just going to give you a little kiss." Confused, I did as he said. He got on his knees and pulled me to him. He kissed my navel, and then slowly moved down. When his tongue touched my clit, I squealed and almost fell. He gripped the back of my legs tightly and went to work with his mouth. He didn't stop til I came three times. When he stopped, I leaned back against the wall and slid down limply. He laughed and said, "Feel better?" I couldn't speak. I was completely worn out, but he understood. He picked me up and set me on my feet. He dried me off, being extra gentle where he knew I was sore. I just watched, and when he was done he started to walk back to the bedroom. I said softly, "Jason." He turned. "I love you." When I got home, at about noon, my Mom stopped me on my way to my room. She checked that I had been safe last night, and that I had spent the night with Jason. I marveled at how she trusted him, and I felt bad for betraying her trust. My parents had always been good to me, and I didn't like to lie to them. Then she suggested we have Jason over for Sunday dinner that night. I tried frantically to think of some excuse, because I knew it would be awkward, at least for me. "Jason lets you spend the night at his house almost every weekend, and he feeds you, too. We should do something for him." I couldn't think of anything to say to this, so I agreed to call him and ask. My plan was to call, tell Jason the situation, and then we could make up some excuse for why he couldn't make it. Unfortunately, Jason didn't share my trepidation, and he liked my parents a lot, so he accepted instantly. I put on a jean skirt, regular cotton panties, and a conservative blouse. Jason was early, and he looked incredibly good, as usual, in khakis and a collared shirt. We sat in the living room and watched TV until dinner was ready. Jason and my Dad sat down at the table, while I helped my Mom set the table. I ended up sitting beside Jason, with my parents on the other side of the table. I was nervous, but also very excited to be with Jason outside of school or his apartment, almost like a real date... The main topic of conversation was basketball, as both my and Jason's teams had big games in the upcoming weeks. We were playing our school's biggest rival, Northern High, on Thursday night, and their girl's team was one of the best in the state. Their boy's team would be pretty evenly matched with Jason's. Halfway through the conversation, Jason turned to me and said, "Oh I forgot to tell you. Guess who's gonna be at your game on Thursday?" I shrugged, and he continued, "A scout from Virginia Tech. They're coming to watch you play." I was completely shocked. I wanted to play basketball in college, but I hadn't gotten too much interest from college coaches. I would have been satisfied with any decent school, but Virginia Tech! A great school, in my home state, and with a really good team! Now the pressure was on. I had to play well, I had to impress them, that way I could get a scholarship, go to college close to home, and play ball! That was all I could think about through the rest of dinner. My mind snapped back to reality when I felt Jason's hand slide up my thigh. My Mom was asking me something, but I had to ask her to repeat the question. Now his hand was up my skirt, pulling gently on the edge of my panties. I chanced a glance sideways, and he looked completely calm, eating and carrying on a conversation with my Dad. I couldn't believe Jason was doing this! It felt good, and it was kind of exciting, but it was so dangerous. My parents were right there! I couldn't let it go further. I excused myself to go to the bathroom and stayed there for about 10 minutes. Dinner was finishing up when I got back. I could feel Jason stealing amused glances at me for the rest of the evening but I refused to meet his eyes. We all talked and watched TV in the living room for a while, and then Jason left. I breathed a sigh of relief that we hadn't been discovered, and focused my thoughts instead on the Virginia Tech scout, and Thursday night. By the time Thursday rolled around, Chris and I were back to being friends, and acting like nothing had ever happened. We were both nervous and excited for our games against Northern that night. In the locker room before the game, I convinced myself that I would not look at the crowd once. Whether the scout was there or not, I had to focus on the game. The coach was talking, but I didn't listen. He was a terrible coach, and I never listened to him. I ran out of the locker room at the head of the team, all of whom looked up to me as a basketball player. The Northern team was big and fast, and I could tell my teammates were getting intimidated just by watching the other team warm up. I had the best game of my life. By the fourth quarter I had only missed one shot, and I had 32 points. But the other team was so good that we were still losing. We battled back and forth, alternating turns at leading by one point. With 30 seconds left, they scored a three pointer and took the lead by two points. We had no time outs left, so we in bounded the ball and I brought it up the court under heavy pressure. I saw one of my teammates open under the basket and I passed it to her, but she was so nervous she missed the easy lay-up that would have tied the game. Half of me expected that, so I was already fighting for the rebound. I couldn't get my hands on the ball in time, and Northern's point guard came up with it and took off down the court. I caught her from behind just as she was about to score and put the game out reach. I stole it and took it the other way. There were only 3 seconds on the clock at this point, so I sprinted as far as I could and shot it from only a few feet past half court. The buzzer went off as the ball was still in the air, but the rest of the gym was silent, watching. It hit the back of the rim and bounced straight up, came down and hit the rim again, and this time bounced out. I fell flat on my face in despair. Northern had a considerable amount of fans there, and they rushed the court. I got kicked a couple times but I didn't care. All I wanted was to stay there and never have to face this loss. Finally, I rolled over and looked up at the crowd for the first time that night. A young woman with a maroon and orange collared shirt was looking me square in the eyes. I took in the VT emblazoned on her shirt. I slowly dragged myself to my feet, pushed through the celebration of the Northern High team, and headed toward the locker room. I glanced at the door to the boy's locker room, and saw both Jason and Chris standing there side by side, just watching me. I was glad that they had watched the end of my game even though they had their own game to prepare for next, but mostly I just thought of the scholarship I could have had. I showered and put on sweats and left the locker room to face the crowd. I hugged my parents, and told them I would see them at home, and that I was staying to watch Jason's team play. They both reassured me that I had played very well even though we lost. I tried to smile. I sat by myself to watch the boy's game. Several people came up to me, but I didn't feel like talking. The Virginia Tech scout had left before I even came out of the locker room. Jason's team ended up winning by 12, much more than they expected, and Chris had a great game. Jason even hugged him after it was over. The team went in the locker room and changed, and then came back out and left. I was the last one in the gym, still sitting on the same spot on the bleachers when Jason came out. "I thought you'd still be here." He sat down beside me and just looked at me for a long time. I didn't say anything. "You played really well, considering the rest of your team sucks and your coach is an idiot. A college scout takes that kind of thing into account. Don't worry." "It's not just that." I said finally, still not looking at him. "I wanted to win. We were so close, but..." I trailed off. "I know, baby." He held me and we sat like that for a long time. More to take my mind off the game than anything else, I kissed him on the cheek. Then I kissed him on the mouth. It escalated, and then he picked me up and carried me to the couch in his office. He laid me down and continued to kiss and touch me everywhere. I unbuttoned the front of his shirt and caressed his body. He pulled back and said softly, "Are you sure you want to do this now?" He knew I was going through a lot of emotions. I nodded, and that was all he needed to hear. We made love passionately and without speaking for nearly an hour. It was magical, and it was the first time we had sex somewhere other than his apartment. I felt a little better by the time I left. My parents were still up when I got home. They didn't ask questions about where I had been, I guess they knew I was upset and wanted to be alone. Before I went to bed I looked at my cell phone and saw that I had two missed calls from Chris. I smiled. It was nice to know people cared. Love of My Life Ch. 02 I was recovering from the loss by the next week. I spent the weekend with Jason, but we didn't have sex. We just cuddled and held each other while we talked or watched movies. It was a nice change. On Friday when I got home from school I saw that my Mom had put a letter on my bed. It was from Virginia Tech. I didn't allow myself to get my hopes up. All the same, I was scared to open it. Without really thinking, I took the letter and went back to school. When I got there, I walked in the gym, not really sure what I was looking for. All the practices were over, and the only person in the gym was Chris. He was casually shooting around by himself. He came over to me when he saw me. "What's in your hand?" Is that a college letter?" I could only nod. "From who?!" He asked excitedly. I showed him the envelope. He stared. "Wow. What's it say?" I shrugged. "I don't know. I haven't opened it." "Why not? What are you waiting for?" I looked uncertainly at him for a second, and then I held the letter out. "Can you do it?" "Are you sure? Alright." He opened it and looked at it for the longest moment of my life. "What's it say?" He grinned hugely. "They're offering you a scholarship to play. They were really impressed by you the other night!" I gasped and snatched the letter back. I read it for myself, twice, before I believed it. I looked up and Chris was still smiling. "Congratulations!" He hugged me fiercely, and said, "I always knew you could do it." I pulled back slightly and looked up at him. He had that same look in his eye that he had had that night at his party. He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me passionately. I laced my hands around his neck and kissed him back. When we finally broke apart, Chris was smiling down at me. "Wow." That was all he said. I smiled back, and then glanced to my left. Jason was leaning nonchalantly against the wall of the gym with his arms crossed across his chest. He looked like he had been standing there for a while. His hazel green eyes were fixed on me, and I felt my stomach drop. He had absolutely no expression on his face. What had I just done? Chris didn't see anything wrong, and he tried to kiss me again. I pulled back and said in a shaky voice, "I gotta go tell my parents about this. I mean the scholarship thing. I'll call you later, alright?" He nodded and went back to shooting around, with a big smile on his face. I began to walk nervously towards the door. I didn't want to walk past Jason, but I had to. I was fighting the urge to run. But before I even got to where Jason was standing, he turned and strode out of the gym before me. By the time I got outside he had started his truck and left. I got in my car and tried to push the incident from my mind. I drove home and showed my parents the contents of the letter. They were both delighted for me. I went to sleep that night without calling Chris, or hearing from Jason. I was happy about the scholarship, but I had nagging doubts about my relationships with Chris and Jason. Let me know what you think of the story either in the public comments section or by sending me feedback. Should I continue with this couple or start a new storyline? Is there anything in particular that you would like to see happen to this couple? Love Of My Life Ch. 03 Author's note: This story is a continuation of Chapter 2. This story will make more sense if Chapter 2 is read. However, Literotica refuses to publish the story because of its extreme violence. It was promised to be put in Extreme, but that was never done. I believe Extreme although is still there, it is not being used. For those readers who want Chapter 2 e-mailed to them before reading this story, please send me an e-mail. All requests will be answered within 72 hours of receipt. If I get a lot of requests, I'll just have to work overtime to get them all out. All comments on any of my stories are welcome. ---------------- Love of My Life Ch 3 It's been 4 months now since my beautiful sexy wife was taken from me. I had lost interest in everything I used to enjoy. I even wanted to quit my job. I started drinking. ----------------- I tried dating once. It was a disaster. Mary worked as a secretary for one of our clients. It was a blind date arranged by my secretary. She was recently divorced from her ex-husband. The evening went as blind dates usually do. The usual chitchat. I couldn't help but have a few drinks. Mary had few too. I took her home around midnight. She invited me in, and I accepted. We sat on the couch next to each other closely. We turned towards each other, and started kissing passionately. I reached my hand to her breast. Between kisses, she started whispering "no, no, no.....", and pushed my hand away. I again moved my hand to her breast. She again pushed my hand away. I thought to myself, "This lady is being a tease." I broke the kiss, and faced her, staring her in the eyes. Mary showed a scared look on her face. I put both my hands at the top of her blouse, and ripped the front open. Mary started squirming, and I was able to remove her blouse. She fell to the floor on her back, and I immediately jumped down on top of her, straddling her, pinning her down. I reached in my back pocket and took out a knife I started carrying with me. I put it between her bra cups, and sliced it open, exposing her boobs. Her nipples were erect, partly from being excited, and partly from her being scared. I fell at her tits, sucking and biting them, like an animal that hasn't eaten for a week. I then looked at her. I asked her "Are you going to cooperate now?" She faintly shook her head yes. I got up and quickly undressed. I then pulled Mary to a stand. I told her, in a growling voice, "Never tell me no." Mary had tears streaming down her face. With my fingers, I wiped away her tears, and I told her "It didn't have to be this way." Mary silently removed her slacks and panties. Both of us standing there naked, I embraced her, and tried to kiss her. She refused and turned her head away. "OK then, have it your way." I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, and threw her on her bed. I told her "We'll do the missionary. I get the best leverage that way." I got on the bed, spread her legs and got between. My cock had already grown to its erect 12 inches. Mary had gasped when she saw its size. She never had one as big as mine, and thought "This might hurt a little." I rubbed at Mary's pussy. She was wet. Her voice might have been saying no, but her body was saying yes. I put my cockhead inside her pussy folds, then summoning all my strength, I shoved into her pussy with one massive shove. Mary screamed at the sudden thrust. It was apparent that she hadn't fucked since her divorce. My onslaught was merciless. I pounded at her hard and fast. I was getting ready to cum, and I told Mary "I'm gonna cum in your cunt." She cried out between her tears, "No, not in my pussy, I don't want to become pregnant." I yelled back at her "I don't care want you want, your fucking slut tease." And having said that, I climaxed in her pussy, filling her with my thick, gooey cum. I withdrew and there was a drop of my cum. I put my cock at Mary's mouth, and I told her "Lick it off", and she did so. I yelled at Mary "Suck my cock and make it hard. I'm gonna fuck you again." We were both still on her bed. It didn't take long to get me hard. I wanted to fuck this woman again. I turned her over on her hands and knees, with her ass in the air. I got on my knees behind her. I guided my cock in her pussy hole, like a missile going for its target. I rammed my cock in, pushing hard, pushing fast. God, her pussy is so good. I withdrew my cock from her pussy, and put it at her puckered asshole. She cried out "Not my ass. I never been fucked in the ass." A married woman, and never been fucked in the ass? That's odd. I eased my cock in her, being gentle so as not to rip her open. I didn't want that. Now my cock was fully buried in her ass. I started bucking at her ass. It was so tight. I just couldn't hold back any more, and I gushed a huge load of my cum in her bowels. I withdrew out of her, and my cock softened. I let her lay down on the bed, and I laid down next to her, facing her. I told her "Mary, you're such a good fuck, my cock is actually a little sore." She had cum dripping out of both her holds. That looked so good. I was proud of the masterpiece I made, on the canvas of this woman. As I was getting dressed to leave, Mary was sobbing, and yelled at me "You son-of-a-bitch, I don't ever want to see you again. You're lucky I'm not calling the cops." When I got to work on Monday, my secretary stormed into my office slamming the door. I just looked at her. She yelled "you sorry ass, that just wasn't a blind date I arranged for you. That was my sister you raped. I was gonna call the cops, but she pleaded with me not to." 2 months later, my secretary told me "My sister that you raped is pregnant." I told my secretary "I don't care." She immediately quit. ----------------- Jean slowly recovered from losing her mother. She still missed her very much. Her friend Amy was visiting this afternoon, and would be staying for supper. Jean and Amy had some sort of secret. They were whispering to each other all afternoon, and would stop talking when I walked in the room. The two girls made a big supper, and as usual, I had a couple of drinks. After supper the girls washed dishes, then went to Jean's room, doing the usual girl stuff, whatever girls do. I plopped into my easy chair, and watched television. In the girl's bedroom, lots of giggling was going on. Jean asked "Amy, are you sure you want to seduce my dad?" Amy replied, "Of course I do, as much as you want me to." Jean said, "Of course, my dad isn't starting to get better. He's just so depressed. But I don't want you to do anything you would feel uncomfortable about. I know you're still a virgin, and in my dad's start of mind, I don't know how he'll react." Amy replied, "That's why I brought over my school girl uniform. I remember how you told me he reacted whenever your mom wore a uniform." After a minute in silence, Jean said "Just think, if my dad make you pregnant then marries you, I can call you 'mum'". Both girls giggled uncontrollably. Then Amy said, "Help me get ready." Jean stayed in her room, and Amy walked out to me. She stood between me and the TV. The top 2 button of her school uniform were unbuttoned. She said to me "Jean told me all about the game you played with you wife. I want to play now." "What if Jean comes out and spies us." She said she's going to stay in her room for as long as you need with me." Well, let me tell you, Amy was a very beautiful, sexy woman with natural blonde hair, as I later discovered. I stood and walked to Amy, stood in front of her, and got completely naked very quickly. I grabbed her by the arm, and threw her onto the couch. She was going to play the game of hard to get. She tried to get off the couch and started to run, but I ran after her and caught her. Amy was fighting (to lose), and I wrestled her to the floor. I was able to Reach under her skirt, getting her panties off her, but ripping them a little. Still, Amy tried to crawl away, but I grabbed her by the ankle, stopping her. She was laying face down on the floor. I sat on her back, and removed her skirt. I began rubbing her cute tight ass, and Amy struggled a little less. I got off Amy and turned her over. I unbuttoned the rest of buttons on Amy's blouse. She sat up and took it off. I put both my arms around Amy, unhooked her bra, and took it off her. I looked at her tits, and my breath was taken away. Her tits were gorgeous. I made Amy lay down on the floor, and I started sucking and nibbling on her nipples. They tasted as good as they looked. I noticed Amy wasn't saying anything, like she was now giving in, instead of struggling. I went down to Amy's legs, and tried to open them, but she kept them locked together. So I started licking her thighs. This seemed to loosen her up a little. She then let me open her legs so that I could get at her pussy. She had a full bush of natural blonde hair. I dove between her legs, and started licking at her pussy lips. She was already dripping with her juices. I opened her pussy lips, and stuck my tongue in her hole as far as I could, and started flicking inside her cunt. Amy arched her back, and moaned with enjoyment. I was also fingering her, and found her love button. I squeezed it a little. I felt her climax with that little squeeze, but she was still on fire. I got from between her legs, went up to her chest, and started rubbing her tits. They were so soft. Amy looked lovingly into my eyes, and said to me "Mr. Rapist, I'm a virgin, but I ready now to lose it." My cock was so hard. I said to Amy, "You want me to rape you, you little whore?" Amy replied "Oh yes, I want you now. And I want you to come in me so you can try to make me pregnant." I got between Amy's spread legs. She saw the length of my cock, but wasn't prepared for what she would feel. I put the tip of my cock, just inside her velvety folds, and with one push, I broke past her cherry, and buried my cock deep inside, with the tip of my cock touching her cervix. She screamed out in pain at the loss of her virginity. Without mercy, I kept ramming in and out of her pussy. Amy's moans of pain quickly turned into moans of pleasure. Amy was loving this pretend rape she was getting. It was as close to the real thing as she ever wanted to get. She knew that would not enjoy a real rape at all. Amy quickly climaxed again. When I felt Amy's orgasm heat, that pushed me over the edge, and I climaxed deep inside her thick gooey gobs of cum. It seemed like my spurting would never end. I withdrew from Amy and laid on the floor next to her, facing her. We put our arms around each other, She kissed me passionately, and I kissed back. She said to me "I love you." I asked her "Will you marry me?" She replied, "Yes, I most definitely will." Jean was able to hear the rape stop, and ventured out of her room. Amy looked at her and said "Hi, mummy." Jean ran over to both of us, and gave us both a hug. Jean said to me "Daddy, can you now stop your drinking?" I answered her, "No more drinking." +++++++++++ See Chapter 3 version 2 for the promised surprise ending. +++++++++++ Love Of My Life Ch. 03 v. 2 It's been 4 months now since my beautiful sexy wife was taken from me. I had lost interest in everything I used to enjoy. I even wanted to quit my job. I started drinking. ----------------- I tried dating once. It was a disaster. Mary worked as a secretary for one of our clients. It was a blind date arranged by my secretary. She was recently divorced from her ex-husband. The evening went as blind dates usually do. The usual chitchat. I couldn't help but have a few drinks. Mary had few too. I took her home around midnight. She invited me in, and I accepted. We sat on the couch next to each other closely. We turned towards each other, and started kissing passionately. I reached my hand to her breast. Between kisses, she started whispering "no, no, no.....", and pushed my hand away. I again moved my hand to her breast. She again pushed my hand away. I thought to myself, "This lady is being a tease." I broke the kiss, and faced her, staring her in the eyes. Mary showed a scared look on her face. I put both my hands at the top of her blouse, and ripped the front open. Mary started squirming, but I was still able to remove her blouse. She fell to the floor on her back, and I immediately jumped down on top of her, straddling her, pinning her down. I reached in my back pocket and took out a knife I started carrying with me. I put it between her bra cups, and sliced it open, exposing her boobs. Her nipples were erect, partly from being excited, and partly from her being scared. I fell at her tits, sucking and biting them, like an animal that hasn't eaten for a week. I then looked at her. I asked her "Are you going to cooperate now?" She faintly shook her head yes. I got up and quickly undressed. I then pulled Mary to a stand. I told her, in a growling voice, "Never tell me no." Mary had tears streaming down her face. With my fingers, I wiped away her tears, and I told her "It didn't have to be this way." Mary silently removed her slacks and panties. Both of us standing there naked, I embraced her, and tried to kiss her. She refused and turned her head away. "OK then, have it your way." I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, and threw her on her bed. I told her "We'll do the missionary. I get the best leverage that way." I got on the bed, spread her legs and got between. My cock had already grown to its erect 12 inches. Mary had gasped when she saw its size. She never had one as big as mine, and thought "This might hurt a little." I rubbed at Mary's pussy. She was wet. Her voice might have been saying no, but her body was saying yes. I put my cockhead inside her pussy folds, then summoning all my strength, I shoved into her pussy with one massive shove. Mary screamed at the sudden thrust. It was apparent that she hadn't fucked since her divorce. My onslaught was merciless. I pounded at her hard and fast. I was getting ready to cum, and I told Mary "I'm gonna cum in your cunt." She cried out between her tears, "No, not in my pussy, I don't want to become pregnant." I yelled back at her "I don't care what you want, your fucking slut tease." And having said that, I climaxed in her pussy, filling her with my thick, gooey cum. I withdrew and there was a drop of my cum. I put my cock at Mary's mouth, and I told her "Lick it off", and she did so. I yelled at Mary "Suck my cock and make it hard. I'm gonna fuck you again." We were both still on her bed. It didn't take long to get me hard. I wanted to fuck this woman again. I turned her over on her hands and knees, with her ass in the air. I got on my knees behind her. I guided my cock in her pussy hole, like a missile going for its target. I rammed my cock in, pushing hard, pushing fast. God, her pussy is so good. I withdrew my cock from her pussy, and put it at her puckered asshole. She cried out "Not my ass. I never been fucked in the ass." A married woman, and never been fucked in the ass? That's odd. I eased my cock in her, being gentle so as not to rip her open. I didn't want that. Now my cock was fully buried in her ass. I started bucking at her ass. It was so tight. I just couldn't hold back any more, and I gushed a huge load of my cum in her bowels. I withdrew out of her, and my cock softened. I let her lay down on the bed, and I laid down next to her, facing her. I told her "Mary, you're such a good fuck, my cock is actually a little sore." She had cum dripping out of both her holes. That looked so good. I was proud of the masterpiece I made, on the canvas of this woman. As I was getting dressed to leave, Mary was sobbing, and yelled at me "You son-of-a-bitch, I don't ever want to see you again. You're lucky I'm not calling the cops." When I got to work on Monday, my secretary stormed into my office slamming the door. I just looked at her. She yelled "you sorry ass, that just wasn't a blind date I arranged for you. That was my sister you raped. I was gonna call the cops, but she pleaded with me not to." 2 months later, my secretary told me "My sister that you raped is pregnant." I told my secretary "I don't care." She immediately stormed out of my office, and before slamming the door, she screamed "I QUIT!" ----------------- Jean slowly recovered from losing her mother. She still missed her very much. That evening, Jean and I sat on the sofa, discussing our futures. Jean said "Well, Dad, I don't have any boyfriends, and I can stay with you for as long as you'll let me stay here. I love you, dad." "I love you too, Jean." We gave each other a hug before going to bed. But Jean had other plans for the night, other than sleep. She had been thinking about it for over a month. She played out the scene in her mind over and over again. She was going to seduce her father. Jean had decided to give her virginity to her father. Jean took off all her clothes and put on a robe that ties around the waist. I was laying in bed starting to fall asleep, when there was a knock on the door. I called out "Come on in, Jean." Jean came in, closed the door behind her, and walked over standing next to the bed. "Daddy, is there anything I can do for you?" I answered, "No, pumpkin, I don't think so. But thanks." Jean untied her robe, shrugged it off her shoulders, and let it drop to the floor. Before I could say anything, Jean asked "Are you sure there's nothing I can do for you?" Jean approached me and laid a finger across my lips. She whispered, "Don't say a word." She crawled up onto the bed and got under the covers with me. I was naked under the covers. Jean snuggled up next to me and was gently stroking my chest. She took my hand and guided it to her breasts. They are so soft and velvety. Her nipples immediately perked out and stood erect. Just like her mother, her nipples stood out 2 inches. Next, Jean slid her hand down across my stomach and then down to my cock. I was already partially hard, and her firm but gentle hold on my cock made me fully hard. She was gently stroking my cock. I moaned out, totally turned on. Then Jean moved down to my cock and took it in her mouth. She was sucking on my engorged cock like a big popsickle. Her sucking was so perfect. It did not take long before I shot a huge load of my thick, gooey cum into her mouth. She swallowed every drop down into her belly. Jean then snuggled up to me again, and told me "Daddy, that tasted so good. I love the taste of your cum." Jean whispered "Daddy, I want you to fuck me now and make me pregnant, taking my virginity just like you did with mummy on your honeymoon." I kneeled on the bed and turned Jean onto her back. I leaned down and started sucking on one nipple while squeezing the other. Then I began sucking her other nipple. She whispered to me "I love that." I made little love kisses down across her stomach and reached her furry love mound. I started licking at her pussy with a feverish speed. Jean started moaning loudly. I stuck my tongue inside her pussy and was licking at the inside of her, while my fingers found her love button, and I started squeezing on it lovingly. Jean shuddered with a climax that was shaking the entire bed. I continued licking inside her pussy till she ready to ride another climax wave. I then kneeled up between her legs, showing her my enormous raging hard-on. I asked her "Are you ready, pumpkin?" She breathed out "Now, daddy. NOW!" I put my cock at her pussy opening, and put only the cockhead inside her outer lips. I pushed in slightly until I could feel her hymen. Then with one enormous shove, I pushed in ripping her apart, and buried my entire length inside her. She let out a scream almost as if the neighbors would be able to hear. Jean had her legs on the air, and her arms were wrapped around me. I eased back slightly and pushed in again hard. I started pumping at her like i was attached to an engine, going nonstop. Jean was still screaming, not of pain anymore, but with rushed of pleasure. She was breathing so hard I thought she was going to pass out. But she didn't. I could feel her climax building and as she was going over the edge, I dumped loads of my gooey, sticky cum inside her vibrating pussy. I withdrew from her, my cock covered with her love juices. I lay on the bed next to her. She nuzzled up to me, and we put our arms around each other. Jean said to me "Daddy, I love you so much I want to be your wife." I told her" While that is illegal in all states, we don't have to make it official or legal. I would be honored and pleased to have you as my wife." "Daddy, will you please take me on a honeymoon where you and mommy went?" We left immediately, and I was pleased as punch to discover that the bridal suite was available. I carried Jean over the threshold, and when we entered the suite, I looked around to see that nothing much had changed about the room. We immediately stripped off our clothes and again made wild passionate love. It was a long day and we both immediately fell asleep. --------------- And now for the promised surprise ending: I awoke in the morning with a headache that it wouldn't fit inside my head. I heard a voice next to me "Good morning, sexy". I mumbled out "Good morning" and turned over to see my wife. It was Linda! I jumped out of the bed and fell on the floor like I had seen a ghost. What the hell? It hit me quickly that the last 25 years had been more than a dream. It was a vision. A vision that Ihad control over, and that I can change the events that I had seen. Immediately, my headache left me. Linda thought it was funny seeing me on the floor like that. I spent the next hour explaining to Linda about my vision, and that things were going to change so that her 2 rapes and death do not occur. Starting with that morning we would go to the bar together for breakfast, we would live at a different address, she would have a different car and a different job. When she detected the fear and concern in my voice, she quickly agreed. We also agreed that any daughters would not be named Jean. When we arrived at the bar for breakfast, sitting at the bar was Jean, looking for a victim. She and I locked eyes for just a moment. It was the type of look from her that seemed to say 'de ju vu'. Then Jean looked away and spotted her prey, and swooped in for the catch. My affair was avoided. After breakfast, we took coffee back to our room. In the elevator, there was another man that entered. After the elevator started moving he pushed a button for a floor. It was the man that would have raped Linda, but that rape was avoided. Nine months later, we had a beautiful baby girl. The mirror image of her mother. We named her Lisa. Back in the room, I made note of what must happen and not happen in 25 years, so that her ritual gang rape and murder could be avoided. Linda just sipped on her coffee while a wrote everything down. Just then, there was knock on our room door. I called out "Who is it?" The female voice on the other side of the door answered, "I'm the bellhop. There was a package that was delivered for you." I opened the door, with the chain lock in place, just to be safe. I looked through the crack, and indeed it was the bellhop. I said un a puzzling voice "Are you sure its for me? No one knows where I'm at, and I'm not expecting any deliveries." The bellhop answered, "Are you Ron?" I said "Yes", and unlocked the door and accepted the package. I opened the box and inside were 12 cassettes tapes, each an hour long. The enclosed note read, "I had you enjoy these tapes. They consist of what your lives would have been like, if you had not had the vision." I thought it was somebody's idea of a joke. But how could anyone else know of my vision. I only told Linda. In the room, we had a VCR player attached to the TV. I put in the tape marked "Number 1", and on the screen there was me in the bar alone, and being picked up by Jean. Linda said "I remember her being at the bar". We both watched intently, my having weird sex with her. When the tape was over, I pushed rewind. Linda surprisingly was not angry. Instead, she embraced me, and gave me a long-lasting kiss. I put in the tape marked Number 2, and it showed a man getting on the elevator, along with Linda. As soon as the doors closed, he had shown a gun and pointed it at Linda. He said, "We're going to have some fun." Linda was shocked to see herself in that kind of situation. It showed her being violated repeatedly. Then Linda recognized the man. She said in a shocked voice, "That was the man on the elevator with us!" When that tape was over, I was surprised to see that Linda was turned on. She pulled me down on the bed, and we made passionate love. It was so wild that we ended up on the floor locked in an embrace. Linda told me "That was so exciting watching me getting forced like that. I don't want it for real, but we could play games like that at home." I told her "That would surely add some spice to our love life." Then Linda said, "I can't wait to watch the rest of the tapes."