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The Abbotts Ch. 01

By: Just Plain Bob



It had been one hell of an eighteen month roller coaster ride. I was living in my own soap opera. Me? I'm Robert Courtney Abbott. A forty-eight year old successful business man, married for twenty-six years to Beverly Abigail Abbott, nee Sterns and with two children; Robert Courtney Abbott, Junior (affectionately called Deuce) and Stephanie Anne Abbott.

My wife Beverly is a Vice President at a large advertising agency and it is that agency that I blame in large part for the current situation. Well, it is easier than taking the blame myself and besides; it is so much more comforting to put the blame elsewhere.

The Abbott's are a tad more than "slightly" well off, but I do so dislike the term "rich" so I settle for saying that we are 'comfortable." Bev does not need to work, but she informed me early on that she intended to have a career and laid out my choices - a career oriented Beverly or no Beverly at all. I do have to admit that if I knew back then that her career would put me in the situation that I now find myself in I would still have chosen Beverly.

The Abbott's are health Nazi's. We eat right, exercise religiously and as a result the four of us are in fine physical form, Beverly at forty-seven looks every bit of thirty-four and it pleases me that most people think that I'm not a day over thirty-six when in fact my half century mark is fast approaching. 

Deuce is a recent college graduate with a degree in Electrical Engineering and he has chosen to go off and do his own thing rather than join the family business as I had hoped. I am disappointed, but it is his life so it gets to be his choice. Deuce lettered in every sport he put his hand to in high school, including some that I'd never even heard of, and still maintained an A average. He was offered athletic scholarships to a dozen well known colleges and universities, but he turned them all down. He said he had enjoyed his childhood, but that it was now time to grow up and prepare for his future as a man and he buckled down and went to work on a degree in Electrical Engineering at the college close to home.

Stephanie Anne is in her final year at Smith and I believe that she is majoring in Economics, but I can't really be sure since she has changed majors so often. Deuce says that the only major that Steph really pursues is popularity. I think the boy is a tad jealous. Steph has been surrounded by swains since she was thirteen. She is drop dead gorgeous just like her mother, a straight A student and she lettered in track in high school and plays soccer and field hockey now that she is in college.

All of the above to offer just the briefest of glimpses of the Abbott's and now to the current situation that I find myself in.

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We need to go back eighteen months to set the stage. We own a summer house on the lake and every August we go there for a three week vacation. That particular August there were four of us at the summer house. Stephanie Anne was off backpacking in Europe with some friends. Deuce had brought along his fiancée Amber and then there was Bev and me.

Amber was a gorgeous young creature and an absolute joy to the eyes when she wore her bikinis - especially her "wicked weasels" - and my ribs were still sore a month later from all the elbows that Bev kept jabbing in my ribs whenever she caught me looking at Amber. Of course Bev looked just as fantastic in her bikini so between Bev and Amber I was in an almost constant state of erection and I was more than happy to share those erections with my lovely wife.

Two weeks went by and then one Tuesday Bev received a phone call from her agency. There was a major problem with one of their largest and most important accounts and they needed her to return to work as soon as possible. Forty-five minutes later she was gone and there I was with no one to share my Amber generated erections with.

Wednesday Deuce and Amber hooked up with some kids on the other side of the lake and went to a party. I spent part of the day out on the lake fishing and the rest of it lounging around. I went to bed around ten with a book and half an hour later I was asleep. 

According to the bedside clock it was two-thirty in the morning when the hot mouth on my cock woke me up. That was one of Bev's favorite tricks when she was horny and I was asleep. She would wake me with a blow job and once I was stiff enough to suit her she would attempt to turn me into a ruined wreck. Obviously she had just gotten back from the city and was horny. Once I was awake I grabbed her and maneuvered her over me in a sixty-nine and went to work on her pussy. She moaned as my tongue delved into her and she pushed her pussy down at me. I munched on her muffin and she moaned around my cock in her mouth. I worked on her pussy for several minutes and was surprised when she had an orgasm. Bev rarely has an orgasm when I eat her so I guessed she must have been super horny.

She was still shaking from her climax when I moved behind her and eased my cock into her. Bev shoved back at me which told me that she wanted me to go fast and hard so I gripped her hips with both hands and drove into her. Because of the time she had spent on my cock I was only able to go five or six minutes, but it was long enough for me to bring her off once more. I pulled out and fell to the bed next to her and put my arms around her expecting some snuggle time, but she pulled away from me, swung around and went for my cock again. She moved over me in a sixty-nine and I dawned on me what was happening.

It wasn't the first time that it had happened and when it did it made her extremely horny. Bev was a hot looking babe and she got hit on a lot. Every once in a while a really hot guy would make a determined run at her and while she deflected the pass it nonetheless made her horny as hell. While she was in the city some one must have made a move on her.

I dug into her pussy and worked on it and damn if I didn't give her another orgasm. By then I was stiff again so I fucked her for about ten minutes giving her two more orgasm's before I had mine. This time when I pulled her to me she moved in tight and we fell asleep.

Daylight was coming in through the window and I was in that half awake- half asleep state when I heard "Oh shit!" I opened my eyes and saw not Bev, but Amber. She was looking at me wide-eyed.

"What are you doing in Bobby's bed?" (she was the only one who called Deuce Bobby).

"This isn't Deuce's bed, it's mine."

"Oh God, how did I get here?"

"I don't have a clue. I was sleeping and then you were here."

"Did we...Oh shit, of course we did!"

She scrambled off the bed, gathered up her clothes and rushed out of the room. I watched her go and thought of the shit storm to come. My first thought was to get on the phone and call Bev. Better that she get it from me than Deuce. A glance at the clock told me that she would already have left for the office. She never turned her cell phone on in the car claiming that she needed the quiet time of the drive to organize her thoughts for the day. It would be an hour before I could reach her.

I swung out of bed, took a quick shower and then headed for the kitchen and several cups of strong coffee before I had to face Deuce. I was reading the Wall Street Journal and was on my third cup of coffee when Amber came into the kitchen. She got a cup of coffee and sat down across from me.

"Bobby is still zonked out. I don't think he even missed me." She was silent for several moments and then said, "You going to tell?"

"If Deuce doesn't know? Hell no I won't tell! My God, I can't even imagine what my wife would do if it got out, let alone Deuce."

Another several moments of silence and then, "Our little secret?"

"Absolutely."

She took a few more sips of her coffee and then got up and headed out of the kitchen. When she got to the doorway she stopped and turned back towards me.

"I liked it. What you did I mean. Bobby won't do that for me." 

And then she turned and was gone. I sat there staring at the spot where she had been standing and wondered what the hell she had been saying. It took about thirty seconds before it hit me. She liked my eating her pussy! Deuce wouldn't do it for her? I shook my head at that and briefly wondered if the boy were really mine. Wouldn't eat pussy! Next thing they would be telling me was that the lad was light in the loafers. Wouldn't eat pussy. I was going to have to find some time to have a man to man with the boy.

My mind at ease over not having to call Beverly about last nights accidental (but extremely pleasurable) interlude I grabbed my poles and bait box, got in the boat and motored out to a spot near the spillway. I spent two hours there but caught nothing but the rays of the sun (I'd long ago come to believe that there were no fish in the lake) and then went back to the house.

I saw Amber in her bright yellow "wicked weasel" taking the sun out on the patio and the scrumptious sight and the memories of the previous night gave me an instant erection which I was able to hide as I walked by her by holding my tackle box in front of it. I put my fishing gear away and headed for my bedroom intending to take a very cold shower in an effort to drive Amber out of my mind.

I was just taking off my trousers when I heard a soft "plop" on the bed next to me. I glanced down and saw two small pieces of yellow fabric. It took a couple of seconds before it registered that I was looking at Amber's bikini. I turned and saw her standing in the doorway just as naked as the day she was born. I don't know what kind of expression I had on my face, but Amber smiled at me and said:

"I meant it when I said I liked what you did. I liked it a lot. I want to do it again."

She started walking toward me. I said, "Amber, we can't. Last night was a mistake and luckily no one else knows." As I was saying it I stepped back to keep some distance between us, but my trousers were still around my ankles and I tripped and fell back on the bed.

Amber giggled and said, "Part of you is interested and she pointed to my erection.

"But Deuce could wa..."

"Bobby has gone over to the other side of the lake. He is going to a Hot Rod show with some of the guys we met yesterday. I told him I had a headache and I wanted to stay here and rest. He told me to tell you not to expect him for dinner. Bev is still in the city so it is just you and me daddykins; you and me and your magic mouth."

She went to her knees in front of me and started pulling my pants off of me. I made a feeble attempt to stop her.

"This isn't right Amber. You love Deuce and he loves you. We can't do this."

"I do love Bobby, but he won't lick my pussy so until I can talk him into it you are "my go to guy." Keeping it in the family so to speak."

She leaned forward and captured my cock with her mouth and I stopped protesting. There is something to be said for the enthusiasm of youth. Amber brought out the best in me. Age had slowed me down some and two and sometimes three times a week was the best that Beverly had been able to get out of me (although I did occasionally go two or three times on those nights) over the last couple of years, but Amber got me to go four times that afternoon and between each time I had to eat her pussy.

She said I had a magic mouth, but what that girl could do with hers defied description. She sucked me, I ate her pussy and we fucked. We went sixty-nine and we fucked. We napped. She woke me with a blow job, I ate her and we fucked. We had a bite to eat, had a few drinks and then she sucked my cock, I ate her pussy and we fucked. Then we sat on the patio and sipped cocktails until Deuce got home.

As soon as he got there I got up and went up to my room. I didn't want to have to face him. I just knew that my face would be full of guilt and that he would spot it right away. I avoided Deuce and Amber as best I could until Bev got back and then of course she wanted to do all sorts of things as a family so we were all thrown together. I guess I worried for nothing as neither Deuce nor Beverly seemed to have any idea what Amber and I had done. But every time I looked at Amber I saw her looking back at me with an expression on her face that I couldn't read.

The vacation ended and we returned to the city and I thought that my pleasurable dalliance with Amber was behind me.

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I had been back at my desk one week when my secretary came in and told me that my future daughter was there to see me. Amber breezed into the office and said:

"Hi daddykins. I'm here to take you to eat."

It was lunch time and I had no other plans so I stood up and told my secretary that I was going to lunch. As we left the building Amber said:

"I'm parked right here in front so I'll drive."

Five minutes later she pulled into the parking lot of a Super 8 and I looked over at her.

"I didn't say one word about having lunch daddykins, I said I was going to take you to eat. I'm working on Bobby, but he is still balking and I do so want to keep things in the family. Besides, you seem to like this hot body the last two times."

What could I say? She was right. She gave me some marvelous head, I ate her pussy and we fucked. She wanted more but I told her that I had to get back to the office. That lunch period was just the first of many and Amber and I managed to get together about twice a week for the next four months.

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When the wedding march began to play I looked back and saw her coming down the aisle on her father's arm. She was a vision. Deuce was beaming as she took her place next to him and the ceremony started. I didn't hear the words since my mind was on what had happened only hours ago.

"You can't fuck me daddykins. I won't give Bobby sloppy seconds on his wedding day, but I'll suck you off while you eat my pussy so I can go to my wedding bed with a big smile on my face."

I thought for sure that would be the end of it, but the day after they returned from their honeymoon Amber showed up at my office at lunch time. 

"I'm here to take you to eat daddykins."

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I stood in the family room and looked out at Amber sitting on the patio. I saw her glance at me and I knew that I was reading her expression right. Deuce was out of town on a project for his company and Bev was in Atlanta visiting one of her agency's big clients. Amber smiled at me, stood up and started unbuttoning her blouse as she walked toward me and I could not get over how sexy she looked being seven months pregnant. She positively glowed and my cock was suddenly hard and aching. She glanced at my bulge and giggled and I glanced at hers and wondered if I was going to be a father or a grandfather.

To be continued

The Abbotts Ch. 02



My mother was a slut and a whore. My earliest memory is of my mother and some guy fucking on our kitchen table. I was about six at the time. Mother saw me watching and did nothing to shoo me away. The guy saw me and said:

"She sure is a cute little thing; how much to be her first?"

My mother had laughed and said, "You never will have enough. She isn't for sale."

I remembered that every time she brought one of her johns home with her - which was almost every night - and wondered if that would be the night that she forgot that I "was not for sale" and took the man's money. She never did though and I was still a virgin when I turned sixteen. My presents that year were a couple of party dresses, a pendant on a gold chain and a pair of high heels. After the ice cream and cake were gone and my friends had left my mother sat me down and said:

"I can't make you be better than I am Amber, all I can do is make you want to be better, but you will have to be the one to do it."

Then she told me everything that she had learned about men and told me that the secret was to give them what they wanted:

"But only after they give you what you want. Don't put it out there like I do and hope for the best. Make a plan and work through it and get what you want, not what some one else decides to give you."

I kind of knew what she was telling me, but I was still a little young to get into it. I studied hard, got excellent grades and earned some scholarships and I went off to college. I managed to land a job waiting tables at a fairly decent restaurant where the tips were good and then I settled in determined to make something of myself

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College is where it all changed for me. In high school most of the kids were from the same social level I came from, but in college I was exposed to people who had it all. People who had money, people who came from people who had money and I saw their lifestyle and I wanted that life style for me. I remembered what my mother had told me about coming up with a plan and working through it. I planned on hooking my wagon to some rich guy and then living happily ever after in the lap of luxury.

I carefully looked over the boys available and picked out one. Jeffery Marshall came from "old" money. He was good looking, had a certain charm to him and I put myself in situations where he would notice me and one day he did and he asked me out. I of course said yes and five months (and twenty-seven dates) later I gave Jeffery my virginity. Jeff was overwhelmed by the fact that he was my first and when I told him that I gave it to him because in my heart I knew he was the one I was supposed to live my life with it blew him away. Two months later he proposed and I said yes.

Jeff belonged to one of the best fraternity's on campus - he was a legacy - and one night he took me to a party at his frat house. The liquor was flowing and every one was having a good time. I had let myself get pretty looped, but I wasn't worried because I had Jeff there to look out for me. Several hours into the party a couple of guys pulled me into a room and before I knew what was happening I was on a mattress with a cock pushing at my mouth and one forcing its way into my pussy. I was struggling to break free when I saw Jeff look into the room. I begged him with my eyes to save me (I couldn't holler because my mouth was full) but he turned and walked away.

I don't know how many had me that night, but I do know that after the first three or four I just laid back and let it happen. When they were done with me and everyone had gone, leaving me lying on the soiled mattress and looking like hell, a guy came into the room, looked down at me and said:

"You look like you could use a little help."

He helped me stand up and then he helped me to a bathroom and helped me clean up. He found my clothes, got me dressed and then said:

"We need to get you out of here. Where should I take you?"

I was numb and all I could do was mumble and shake my head so he said, "Okay. I'll just take you to some place where you can rest."

I woke up the next morning in a strange bed and to the smell of fresh coffee. I struggled up from the bed and noticed that all I had on where my bra and panties. I saw my dress folded neatly over the back of a chair and my shoes on the floor in front of the chair. I dressed and walked out into the kitchen. He was working at the stove when I walked in and without turning around he said:

"Coffee is hot, cups are in the cupboard, cream is in the fridge and the sugar is on the table. How do you like your eggs?"

"Scrambled" I said as I got a cup and poured myself some coffee. "Who are you, where am I and how did I get here?"

"My name is Jason, you are in my apartment and you are here because I couldn't leave you at the frat house and you wouldn't tell me where I could take you."

"Did you...were you one of the ones who..."

"No I was not. I prefer my ladies to be willing and I don't like crowds."

I couldn't think of anything else to say so I just sat there staring down into my coffee cup and occasionally taking a sip from it.

"For what it is worth however, when I stood there looking down at you last night I was hard put to behave myself."

I gave him a weal smile and he set a plate down in front of me with eggs, bacon and toast on it. Conversation stopped while we ate and when I was done I asked him if I could take a shower. He said yes and showed me where to find soap, a wash rag and towels. I was naked and pulling the shower curtain open when suddenly I turned around and headed back into the kitchen.

"Will you scrub my back for me?"

I saw his cock for the first time when he climbed into the shower with me. I'd seen large cocks before. My mother, especially if she was bombed and had run across a well endowed lover, would come into my room and say, "Honey, you just have to see this one" and then she would show me her latest lover's equipment. I'd seen one or two that were longer than Jason's, but I'd never seen anything as fat as what he had.

I had the soap and wash rag in my hand and I reached for Jason's cock and I started washing it. 

"I thought I was supposed to be scrubbing your back?"

"All in good time" I said as I washed his balls.

Jeff and the guys who rode the train the previous evening were the only men I'd ever had in me and none of them were the size of Jason. I knew from the hundreds my mother had gone through and the few that she brought to show me that size like Jason's was not common and believing that my reputation was already shot because of the frat party I decided to experience "size" while I had the chance. I handed the soap and wash rag to Jason, turned and leaned against the wall and spread my legs wide. He asked:

"Are you sure about this?"

"Just do it!" I exclaimed and braced myself with one hand and reached down with the other and took hold of his cock. I lined it up and he pushed and it felt like a baseball bat was pushing into me. It took him six strokes to get all of him in me and then he slowly started to fuck me. The initial discomfort caused by his size faded and I started pushing back at him. I finally knew why my mother was always so happy when she found a john who had a huge cock. It was exquisite!

Jason had fantastic staying power and he fucked me for over fifteen minutes and gave me three orgasms before he came himself. We left the shower and dripping wet we headed for his bed. I just had to get him hard again because I NEEDED him back inside me. I needed that stuffed full feeling. I went after his cock with my mouth and quickly found that small mouths and fat cocks do not go well together. I couldn't get him in my mouth so I had to settle for licking him like a lollipop and stroking him by hand until he started to come erect again. When he was stiff enough I got on top of him and impaled myself and then I rode him until he rolled me over onto my back and fucked me hard until he came for the second time. Along the way he got me off three more times. I snuggled up next to him and cuddled until I looked at my watch and saw that I needed to get moving if I was going to get to wok on time.

"What will you do now?" he asked as I dressed.

"Get rid of Jeff, see how much damage has been done to my reputation and if it can be fixed and then get on with my life."

"Your reputation should be fine. The boys at that fraternity are not going to want it to get out that there was a gangbang at one of their parties. I have no clue as to why it happened to you. As far as I know there hasn't been a train pulled at that house in the last five years, but the fact remains that the sons of too many prominent and important families belong to it and they will want to keep things quiet. What will happen is that you will be asked out a lot by the guys who did you and who want more."

"Well, they are going to be disappointed. I will not have anything to do with any one from that fraternity ever again."

"I hate to say this, but toward the end you were really getting into it. Are you sure that you can go without sex if you give up Jeff and turn down his frat brothers?"

"They aren't the only men on campus. And, there is always you. It hasn't been mentioned, but do you have a girlfriend?"

"No. I'm not a believer in relationships. Maybe some day, but not right now."

"Would you turn me away if I showed up at your door from time to time?"

"No. No I wouldn't."

"Then my problem is solved, isn't it?"

I kissed him goodnight and headed back to my dorm. There were a dozen messages from Jeff and I tossed them into the trash and then went to bed.

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The next day I was sitting in the reference section of the library when Jeff came up and sat down across from me. I gave him a nasty look and said:

"What do you want?"

"Where have you been? I've called all over trying to find you. Why haven't you returned my calls?"

"I haven't returned your calls because I don't want anything to do with your worthless ass." He looked hurt when I called him a worthless ass and I went on, "How could you walk away from me at that stupid party and let those animals keep doing to me what they were doing? You saw that I was struggling and trying to get up. Why didn't you help me?"

He looked away and mumbled, "They were my brothers, my fraternity brothers."

"And I was your fiancée. Get away from me you worthless piece of shit."

"Are you calling off our engagement?"

"No asshole; you called it off when you walked away from me and left me at their mercy."

"Then you will have to give me my ring back."

"Fuck your ring!"

"You don't understand. It is a family heirloom. It was my great, great grandmother's ring and it has been passed down through the family. If you are breaking up with me I have to have it back."

I had taken off the ring and put it in my purse meaning to throw it in his face - literally - but as soon as I saw how important it was to him I said:

"Good luck in getting it. I threw it off the 14th Street Bridge. Go bob for it. If it didn't sink into the muck on the bottom of the river you just might be able to find it. Now get the fuck out of my sight."

He sat there and whined about the ring so I got up and walked away from him and that afternoon I hit a pawn shop and got $2300 for the ring.

That night when I knocked on Jason's door he let me in and that started an on again off again affair that is still going on to this day.

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I set my plan to hook up with a rich boy off to the side and for the next six months I concentrated on my studies and then fate stepped in. I was in the college book store looking for the text I was going to need for Business Law II when the strap on my book bag broke. The bag fell to the floor and everything spilled out of it. I knelt down to pick things up and a voice said: 

"Here, let me help you with that."

"I looked up and into the clearest blue eyes I had ever seen. A quick look showed that the eyes belonged to an extremely attractive guy. He helped me pick my things up and then he said:

"I'm Robert Abbott. My family and friends call me Deuce. I've seen you around, but never have had a chance to meet you. So pardon me for being impulsive, but I might not get another chance to meet you so I need to take advantage of this opportunity. Will you have dinner with me?"

"I think that Amber Pryce would love to have dinner with Robert Abbott."

"Please call me Deuce. I've never cared much for Robert."

"Deuce makes you sound like a gambler - a card shark - so if you don't like Robert I'll call you Bobby."

I had my dinner date with Bobby and before it was over I was hooked. I was on my elbows and knees and Jason had just finished fucking me for the third time when he said:

"You almost seem like you're somewhere else tonight."

"I was just wondering if this might be our last time together."

"Oh yeah? And why is that?"

"I met a guy. I've gone out with him six times now and tomorrow night I'm going to let him go all the way. I think he's the one Jase. I'm going to have to toss my plan to marry a rich guy into the trash. I don't think I can let this one get away."

"And just who is this wonderful guy who is going to cut in on my recreational activity?"

"His name is Bobby Abbott. He is an Engineering student."

"Bobby Abbott? As in Robert Abbott? He wouldn't by any chance also be called Deuce would he?"

"Yes. Do you know him?"

"No, but I know of him. He wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth; his spoon was diamond and ruby encrusted platinum."

"What does that mean?"

"That your plan to get yourself a rich kid is right on track."

"Bobby? Bobby is rich?"

"I can tell that the idea sickens you."

"Oh my. My Bobby wealthy. I never would have believed it."

"Poor baby. You thought you were just going to have to settle for love and now you are being forced to take love and money. Sometimes life just sucks."

"I don't know what to think."

"Think about this" he said as he pushed his cock at my mouth.

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The next night I took the biggest gamble of my life. I told Bobby about Jeff and about what happened at the frat party. He pulled me close and kissed my nose.

"I know about the frat party and I also that it was more of a rape than anything else. I didn't know that Jeff took your cherry, but I hate him because he got to do it instead of me."

"No baby, you didn't want to be first. The first time was "icky" and I wasn't even sure that I liked it."

"And now?"

"It took me a couple of times, but I finally did get into it. Of course there has only been Jeff and those assholes from the frat party so I'm not all that experienced at it."

"Why are you telling me all of this?"

"I've decided that I want to try it while looking up into those fantastic blue eyes of yours."

"Are you sure?"

"I've never been surer of anything in my life."

I found out that there was a major difference between fucking and making love. Jason fucked me. Bobby made love to me. Jason was hot, hard and fast. Bobby was slow and easy. Bobby took his time and searched my body for places that he could touch, lick and suck that would bring me to a constant state of arousal and keep me there. He spent as much time on foreplay as Jason took to get himself (and me) off. Jason made me scream and beg for him to fuck me harder, but Bobby made me soar and plead with him to never stop and that was before he even entered me. The difference between Bobby and Jason was like night and day and it bears repeating - Jason fucked me and Bobby made love to me.

Bobby and I made love three times. I sucked his cock and he ate my pussy and once we went sixty-nine. It was perfect. Looking up into his blue eyes I knew that I had found where I belonged.

"Well, what do you think? Think we might be onto something here?"

"What I think is that the eyesight of every girl on this campus depends on you. If I catch you with any other girl I'll scratch her eyes out. Once more?"

"I don't know if I can."

I scooted down and just before I took his cock in my mouth I said, "I guess we will just have to see."

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My legs were up on his shoulders and he was driving down hard into me. I'd already had two orgasms and he finally came, pulled out and let my legs down. He laid down beside me and I snuggled into him as he put his arms around me. We cuddled for a bit and then I said:

"Bobby proposed to me last night."

"And what did you say?"

"I said yes."

"And yet you are here."

"I can't help it. I need what you give me."

"Deuce not up to the task?"

"Bobby is marvelous in bed, but making love with him is different from being fucked by you. With you it is hard coupling, almost animalistic, but with Bobby it is soft, tender, very long lasting and I love it. But every once in a while I need to be taken and used and you don't seem to mind doing it."

"So I'm your part time fuck-toy?"

"Don't you take that tone with me. You know full well that you never wanted anything permanent with me. What we have right now suits you just fine."

"True, and while we are on the subject of fuck-toys yours is ready to play again."

I giggled and reached down to grasp his hardening cock and I stroked it a time or two before saying, "Okay fuck-toy, let's play."

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Over the next six months Bobby and I made love four and five times a week and I saw Jason at least once a week - twice if I thought I could do it without making Bobby suspicious. One night I called Jason and asked if I could come over and he said:

"Not tonight sweetie."

"Have I been replaced?"

"You are irreplaceable my love, but yes, I am seeing someone else tonight."

"Serious?"

"Not really. She is married, but is pretty much in the same boat you are in."

"How is that?"

"She loves her husband, he is good in bed, but every once in a while she just needs a good hard fucking. Some of that animalistic sex you were talking about. I've been seeing her for about six months now and I've still managed to fit you in. Tomorrow maybe?"

"Can't. How about Thursday?"

"You got it."

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Bobby took me to meet his family and they seemed to like me. I know his father did. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off of me. Every time I looked his way he glanced away and I knew he had been watching me. He was a pretty good looking man and if he was any indication of what my Bobby was going to look like at that age I had picked a winner. His mother and sister were both gorgeous. I had seen his sister around campus and she said she had seen me a time or two. All in all I really liked Bobby's family.

I went shopping with Stephanie one Saturday and we sat in a café and made girl talk and I flat out asked her why a girl who had so much going for her didn't have a swarm of guys hanging around her. She said guys her own age seemed so immature and she had yet to meet an older guy who could hold her attention. I wished her luck.

The next night after Jason had fucked me damned near to exhaustion I asked him what he was looking for in a girl. He said he didn't know, but would know her when he saw her and then he asked me why I wanted to know.

"I think I've found the right girl for you. All I need to do is find some way to get the two of you together."

"Why? What makes you think that she is the right girl for me?"

"She is gorgeous; she comes from money, is intelligent, has a good sense of humor and thinks guys her own age are immature. You are four years older than she is and there is definitely nothing immature about you."




The Abbotts Ch. 02



"Why would you ant to set me up with this wondrous woman?"

"She's Bobby's sister and it would be a way of keeping you close."

"What if things click between Bobby's sister and me? Wouldn't you be afraid that I would have no time for you?"

"Oh no lover, you'll always have time for me, won't you?" I asked as I stroked his cock.

"You sexy bitch you" he groaned as he pushed me on my back and entered me.

The problem was how to get Stephanie and Jason together and keep me out of it. I didn't want to chance Bobby knowing that I knew Jason before I met Bobby. In the end it cost me a tire, but it worked. Steph and I met for lunch and when it was over we went back to get into my car and drive back to the campus. As we approached the car I saw that the right rear tire was flat (not surprising since I'd had Jason shove an ice pick through the sidewall). I went to get the spare and a male voice said:

"Let me help you with that."

I turned and said to Jason, "Why thank you sir."

He changed the tire, introduced himself and I could see the interest in his eyes as he looked at Steph. What's more, I saw the interest in her's. He said:

"Could I buy you girls a cup of coffee?"

I was all set to say sorry, but we just finished eating, but before I could Stephanie said, "I'd like that."

Not being stupid I said, "I have a class in fifteen minutes so I have to go."

"Go ahead" Steph said, "I'll find a ride" and I took off and left the two of them there together.

Three nights later when I got together with Jason for an evening of playing he said:

"How did you know that Stephanie would be right for me?"

"I didn't know; it was just a feeling that I had. Things going well?"

"We've been out twice and I'm hooked, but I can't speak for her. But if things work out for us it is going to mean less time for you."

"As long as you don't say you have no time for me" I said as I reached for his cock.

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Things did get serious between Jason and Stephanie and my times with him dropped to about three times a month. By then I was busy planning my wedding with Bobby's mother Beverly and Stephanie. The only family that I had, my mother, was not to be found. She had taken off with one of her lovers shortly after I started college and I had not seen nor heard from her since. But I remembered her advice "to get what you want and not what someone decides to give you." I'd been dirt poor and I hadn't much liked it and I would do whatever I had to do to avoid going back to it.

Whatever else I was, I was a realist. I loved Bobby and I wanted to spend my life with him, but I also loved what Jason could do to me and I did not want to give him up. I wasn't sure how Bobby would take it if he ever found out about Jason, but it was a good bet that he would not take it well. With that thought in mind I began looking for a way to take out some insurance.

Graduation came and Bobby surprised everyone by not going into the family business. He said he wanted to make it on his own and not have things just handed to him. His dad was upset and I jokingly said:

"Not to worry. I graduate next year and by then Bobby and I will be married so I'll be family and I'll go into the family business."

I saw the way Bobby's father looked at me when I said that and what I think I saw was approval. I think he liked the idea.

August was approaching and every August the Abbott family spent two or three weeks at their vacation home at the lake. I was asked to join them, but I had to say no.

"I can't get out of work for that long."

"So quit your job" Bobby's father said.

"I can't. I need the money. The tips are good and my scholarship money only goes so far."

"I'm serious. Quit your job. You can come to work for me as an intern and I'll pay you twenty percent more than you make at that restaurant. It will be good for you. You planned on coming into the business after you graduated anyway, didn't you?"

"It will still mean three weeks of lost wages."

"I'll give you those three weeks as a signing bonus. It seems to work for pro athletes so why not for a business?"

So I said yes and gave two weeks notice at the restaurant which surprised the hell out of them. They were used to people leaving with no notice, but I had learned a long time ago not to burn any unnecessary bridges. You never knew. I could be looking for a job again some day and it wouldn't hurt to have them think well of me.

There were only four of us going to the lake since Stephanie had gone off to Europe on a class tour. In a way it upset me because with Steph gone I could have spent more time with Jason, but I had locked myself into going to Sunnyvale before I knew that Steph wouldn't be there.

My first day at Sunnyvale (that's what the Abbott's called their summer home) Bobby handed me a box and said:

"This for you to wear while you are here at the lake."

I opened the box and found the skimpiest bathing suit that I had ever seen.

"It's called a "wicked weasel" Bobby said, "and I'm dying to see you in it."

"Are you sure you want me parading around in this thing?"

"Absolutely positively." 

I'm not ashamed of my body and I do have a streak of the exhibitionist in me so I put it on and wore it out onto the patio. Beverly whistled and said: 

"My God! I have to get me one of those so I can compete."

Bobby's dad didn't say a word - the 'boner' in his trousers said it all. The weather was perfect and I spent a lot of time in bathing suits - both my regular bikini and the 'wicked weasel' and every time I looked towards Bobby's dad I saw him looking at me and I saw the outline of the hard lump in his trousers.

I'm not sure that what happened would have happened if Bobby hadn't gotten drunk out of his mind. We were out in the speed boat and had pulled into the marina on the other side of the lake for gas and met some other couples our age. We ended up partying with them and Bobby got blitzed. So blitzed that some of the other guys thought they could make a run on me and get away with it. I went along with it up to a point, but only a point. Bobby was my man and I wasn't going to cheat on him (forget Jason - that was a special circumstance). I teased; I flirted and I swapped some tongue and let them get some cheap feels, but just when they thought they were going to get some I loaded Bobby into the boat and headed home to Sunnyvale. I managed to get him into the house and into bed, but I was still awake and horny from the messing around I had done.

I was sitting out on the patio and looking out at the lake when the idea came to me. Beverly was back in the city taking care of some problem or other that had come up. Stephanie was on the other side of the big pond and Bobby was passed out in the bedroom. That left Bobby's dad and me and I remembered how his dad kept watching me and I remembered the stiffies he always seemed to have when he looked at me. The more I thought about my idea the more sure I was that it would work. And if it didn't? Who would tell? It certainly wouldn't be me and I somehow didn't think that my future daddy would say anything either.

I quietly entered daddys bedroom and saw in the light from the hallway before I closed the door that daddy slept naked and on top of the sheets. I was careful not to wake him as I got into bed with him. I didn't want him aware of anything until it was too late and he was committed. I took his cock in my mouth and started giving him a blow job. After about a minute he moaned:

"Oh Bev, that feels great."

He thought I was Bev and that was even better than what I'd hoped for. I swung over him in a sixty-nine and lowered my pussy toward his face. I was totally surprised when he worked his way into position and stuck his tongue out to lick my slit. I pushed my pussy down at his face and he went to work on me like a starving man. It was a new experience for me. Bobby would eat my pussy, but he didn't really like to do it. He did it more to get blow jobs than to satisfy me and of course Jason never got to do it to me because all we ever seemed to do was fuck. Bobby's dad sure didn't hesitate. He gave me an orgasm! He actually got me off with his mouth! I was still trembling from the strength of my climax when he moved behind me and entered me doggie. 

I was hot and I wanted a hard cock in me in the worst way and so I slammed my ass back at him and felt his cock drive up into me. He fucked me hard and gave me a second climax and then a third before he shot his cream deep inside me. No way I wanted to quit then so I got into another sixty-nine and went for his cock. He dug into my pussy with his mouth. He had cum in me and he still went after me with his mouth! I couldn't believe it! I pushed my pussy down hard against his mouth and he sucked himself out of me as I brought his cock up erect and then he fucked me to two more orgasms before I'd had enough and snuggled up next to him.

I set the alarm on my watch for five-thirty and when it went off I reached for my future fathers cock and worked on until he started to stir and then I went into my act. "Oh shit!" I exclaimed loudly. He opened his eyes and saw me.

"What are you doing in Bobby's bed?"

"This isn't Deuce's bed, it's mine."

"Oh God. How did I get here?"

He said he didn't know and I scrambled out of bed, gathered up my clothes and ran from the room. Bobby was still out of it when I got to our room, as I knew he would be. Whenever he gets bombed he never gets up before nine or ten unless someone wakes him up. I slid into bed next to him, napped for a bit and then woke him with a blow job at eight. We made leisurely love until I reminded him that he had agreed to go to a hot rod show with some of the guys we met yesterday. He put on a burst of speed, got us both off and then hurriedly dressed. I told him I wasn't feeling well and was going to stay home so he kissed me and took off.

Leaving me alone with his dad.

It was funny the way his dad kept saying that we couldn't and that it wouldn't be right and that we shouldn't be doing it while all the time his hard cock said that he didn't know what he was talking about. We fucked all afternoon and by the time Bobby got home I had his dad wrapped around my little finger. Daddy didn't know it, but he was going to be spending a lot of time in his future daughters pussy.

The vacation ended and we went back to the city. I started my new job working for my future father and after I had been there a week I showed up in his office at lunch time. We ended up in a motel for a long lunch and after that Bobby's daddy and I got it on at least twice a week.

The night of Bobby's bachelor party I was having a bachelorette party with Bobby's daddy and then to cement things I sucked daddy's cock two hours before I walked down the aisle to marry his son.

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The honeymoon was great and I'm sure that Bobby will never forget how I fucked him into total exhaustion every night we were on Maui. I'm sure that he thought he had worn me out also. I wonder how surprised he would be to find out that I had enough left to fuck his dad into a ruin on our first day back and then destroy Jason on the third.

And then my plan came together. Five weeks after returning from our honeymoon I told Bobby I was pregnant. I swear, that boy acted like he'd just won the Nobel Prize. What I didn't tell Bobby was that the baby wasn't his. I went off the pill two months before the wedding, but whenever I made love to Bobby or fucked Jason or Bobby's father I had my diaphragm in. Until after the honeymoon. Then only Daddy Abbott got to plow my fertile fields without protection. 

Bobby would father all the rest of our children, but my first born would be my insurance against ever living poor again. If Bobby ever wanted to get rid of me - and he might since I wasn't going to give up Jason and I could possibly get caught - I'd have a little talk with Daddy Abbott who would no doubt see to it that I did not walk away empty handed. I was sure that he wouldn't want his wife and son to see the DNA test or know about his dalliance with his son's wife. Which by the way is still continuing. Daddy Abbott just loves fucking his pregnant daughter.



The Abbotts Ch. 03



I watched Stephanie Anne come down the aisle on the arm of her father and I had mixed emotions. I was happy to see my baby girl so happy and I was sad for myself. I was angry at Jason and I wanted to scratch his eyes out. As much as Stephanie loved him I knew that he wasn't right for her. Lest I be accused of being one of those mothers who doesn't think that any man is good enough for her daughter let me say that that is not the case here. I know many, many young men who I would like to see Steph married too, but Jason isn't one of them. My own marriage would be ending before I would let Jason marry my daughter.

I thought back on the previous eighteen months and shook my head over what I had allowed to happen. How could I, Beverly Abigail Abbott, have let this happen? I had the world as my oyster. Married to a good, but somewhat gullible husband, with the job of my dreams and the freedom to do what I chose and when I chose but I had still managed to put myself in a position where it could all fall down on my head and leave me in ruins.

I met Robert Courtney Abbott in my third year of college. I was majoring in Marketing and he was going for a degree in Business Management so we shared several classes. He was very good looking, intelligent, had a pleasing personality and, although I didn't find out until much later, he was extremely rich. We hit it off and started dating and following our fifth date I invited him into my bed. He was a very capable lover and I enjoyed my time with him very much.

It came as no surprise to me when he proposed, but he seemed surprised when I seemed hesitant to say yes. When he pressed I told him that I thought we needed to be more established in our careers before thinking of marriage. That is when he told me the extent of his family's wealth and that I would never have to work for a living and that his career was already established. He would be going into the family business and would be taking it over when his father retired.

I didn't want that. I had been planning my career for years and I knew where I wanted to be by the time I was thirty-five. I told Robert that marriage was out of the question if it would interfere with my career and while it was a struggle for him he finally accepted it. Once he accepted that I was going to have a career I said yes and we were married.

Children would not be a hindrance in my quest for a career because we had the money for nanny's and whatever day care we would need so in rapid succession I had Robert junior and Stephanie Anne and following the birth of Stephanie I had my tubes tied.

Robert was a health nut and "eat right and exercise" were his mantra. I always thought he was a little over the top on the subject until one day I looked at myself in the mirror and saw what two kids had done to my body. Then I looked at all the young hard bodied sluts who were my competition at work and decided that maybe hubby had the right idea. It took almost a year to get back to where I had been before having the kids, but once there I felt better, looked better, and had more energy and confidence in myself and after that I became a bigger fanatic on eating right and exercising than Robert. In a way I guess what happened could be blamed on Robert. After all, it was his health fanaticism and his converting me to it that caused what happened. 

His name was Jake.

I was at a conference in Denver and he was one of the speakers. I was feeling good about myself. I had been hit on at least a dozen times and I was full of confidence and at the top of my game. I liked what Jake had to say and I asked if he would join me for a drink so we could discuss his ideas farther. I didn't mean for it to happen, but we ended up in his room and we spent the rest of the evening fucking up a storm. It was way out sex for me. Robert was a marvelous lover and he played my body like a violin and God but could that man eat pussy, but I wasn't passive with Jake the way I was with Robert. With Jake it was like two animals tearing at each other. I soared! I got so wound up with Jake that if he would have said:

"You are too much for me babe; I'm going to get some help" I more than likely would have just said, "Hurry back." 

There was another difference between Jack and Robert. With Robert I just settled back and let him take me to wherever he wanted and I gloried in all of the orgasms he gave me on the way. With Jake I took what I wanted. If I wanted my pussy eaten I grabbed a handful of Jake's hair and pushed his head down between my legs. If we were in a sixty-nine and I was ready to fuck I pulled away from him, swung over him and jammed myself down on his cock and I fucked him. I FUCKED HIM! Not the other way around.

The next morning Jake and I parted and I never saw him again, but I remembered the way I was with him and I wanted to be that way again. I thought about trying something like that with Robert, but then decided that I'd better not. I had no idea how it might change Robert and I was unwilling to give up what he did to me. I wanted what Robert gave me AND I wanted the wild, get down and get dirty sex that Jake had shown me.

I made the conscious decision to have both.

If I was careful, and I would be, I could take lovers and Robert would never know. I would never give Robert any less than my best and of course he would always have one hundred percent of my love.

At first I only played when I was on out of town trips. One and sometimes two night stands with men I never saw again, As the years went by and my career blossomed I traveled less and less so I started looking for my lovers closer to home. I worked a lot of late nights on ad campaigns so an occasional night spent with a lover went unnoticed. On those nights I would hit one of the downtown hotels where a convention was taking place and take a seat in the lounge. It was never more than ten minutes before I had some guy making a move on me. We would talk and if he was from out of town I would end up in his room and do my best to fuck his eyes out.

As I moved up at the agency I went back to traveling more and on some two and three day trips I would spend all night in bed with my lover of the moment. I had the best of both worlds. Slow fantastic love with Robert and wild hot sex with my assorted lovers. Then the AIDS scare came along and I put a halt to my indiscriminate couplings, but the need was still there so I decided to look for steady lovers. I'd pick one and stay with him for three or four months and then move on to someone else before any emotional involvement could occur.

This went on for years. There was never any shortage to choose from. As an advertising agency we worked with designers, studios and a whole assortment of other creative companies and I had to interface with them. I was a good looking woman, in great shape and I was always being flirted with and I was always the recipient of soft and hard passes. I was pretty much able to pick and choose.

I was just coming off of a four month affair with a fashion photographer when I met Jason Catron. He was an assistant director for a company that specialized in filming automobile commercials and one of the auto companies that my agency handled picked Jason's company for a specialty shoot. I met Jason on my first day at the storyboard conference. He was an extremely good looking guy with a pleasant personality and when he invited me to have lunch with him I accepted. We talked about this and that and then went back to work and before the afternoon was over he asked me to have a drink with him at the end of the day. The drink turned into three or four and we ended up taking a room in one of the hotels. I called Robert and told him I was going to be working really late and that I would probably stay overnight in the city.

Jason had something going for him that none of my other lovers had ever been able to offer. He had a huge cock! It was almost ten inches long and was very fat and it filled me like I had never been filled before.

It was a long and very pleasurable night for me and by the time Jason finished with me in the morning I was in lust with his fat piece of meat. He had fucked me four times and had given me more orgasms than I could keep track of. He wanted to butt fuck me, but I told him no way in hell was I ever going to let that monster inside my anal cavity. He smiled and said:

"They all say that, but some day you will let me."

That night was the start of the longest affair that I'd ever had. Jason and I got together two or three times a week for the next eleven months and then one day he told me that he had met a girl and had fallen in love and he was going to have to end it with me. I was pissed! Not only because I would miss that huge piece of meat and the magnificent way Jason used it, but also because it was the first time any of my lovers had ended it with me. Before Jason I was the one who called the shots; I was the one who got to say it was over. It took me almost a month to get over my funk and start looking for a new playmate.

I was on my second week with Paul when I got a call from Jason wanting to know if I would have a drink with him after work. I was on the edge of saying "no thank you" when curiosity got the better of me and I agreed to meet him. I was sitting in a booth at Andre's when Jason came in and slid onto the seat across from me.

"You are looking as gorgeous and sexy as ever Beverly."

"I'll bet you say that to all the girls you want to fuck."

He laughed and said, "Of course I do, but I always mean it."

"So why have you decided that you want to have a drink with me?"

"You just said it Bev; I always flatter the women I want to bed."

"You dumped me as I recall. Something about a new love in your life as I remember it. What's the matter? True love not running smooth?"

"Oh the true love is there, but the hot sex isn't."

He saw my face cloud over at that, but before I could explode on him for thinking I would be his on call fuck toy he said:

"Oh come on Beverly. You know the only reason you spent time with me was for the sex. You love your husband, but you needed someone to fuck you like a slut and I was more than happy to oblige."

"And your sweet young thing is planning on going down the aisle a virgin?"

"Just the opposite. She loves to make love. Make love Beverly, not fuck, but make love. I love the way she makes me feel, but every once in a while I need to fuck. She doesn't like it when I get that way. Tells me to stop, that she doesn't like it hot, hard and fast. She wants it slow and easy and taking a long time."

I sat there and listened as he basically outlined my relationship with Robert. "I love what I have with Her Bev, but I need what I had with you. Flat out and up front - can you fit me in?"

I looked at him for several seconds and then said, "Have you got a room?"

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What it amounted to was that I was seeing two lovers. I continued my affair with Paul, but was pretty much on call for Jason. There were two more lovers after Paul and they both unknowingly shared me with Jason. Between Robert, Jason and my current lover I was an extremely well fucked woman.

Vacation time was coming up and every August the family would take two or three weeks vacation at our summer house on the lake. Steph was off to Europe with some classmates so there would just be Robert, Deuce, his fiancée Amber and me. I saw an opportunity to have more than just two or three hours in an evening with Jason and I asked him how he would like to spend three or four days with me.

"I'd jump at the chance."

"How about your honey?"

"She's off doing something that her school set up. She'll be gone almost six weeks."

"Good. During the second week of my vacation I'll get a call telling me that I need to return to work to deal with some crisis or another."

We set it up and when the time came I left Robert, Deuce and Amber and met Jason in the city. For three glorious days Jason and I fucked in a sexual frenzy. It was an absolute wonder that I wasn't a bit bow-legged when I went back to the lake house. I'll admit to being a little bit miffed since it didn't seem to bother anyone that I'd been gone although Robert did seem to be a little different - not out of sorts or anything like that - but different.

Another eight months went by and I happily juggled my lovers and my life with Robert. It was good to be me.

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It was mid-April and at dinner one night Steph told us that it was about time that we met the man she intended to marry and she said she would like to bring him to the house for the weekend. Neither Robert nor I had any objections since I think we both were interested in meeting the man who had stolen our baby girl's heart. We set it up so that she could bring her young man to dinner on Friday evening and then we made sure that Deuce and Amber would be there so the entire family could take a look at Steph's guy. Well, technically Amber wasn't actually family yet although her wedding to Deuce was only a month away.

Anyway, Friday came and at exactly six-eleven - the exact time is stamped into my brain - Steph led her beau into the family room and said:

"Everyone, I'd like you to meet Jason."

And then she introduced him individually to everyone in the room. I'll never know how I managed not to scream or faint or do something else totally bizarre, but I managed to hold it together and I shook his hand and said, "Nice to meet you."

"And I you. I've heard so much about you that it is almost if I've known you for a while."

If looks could have killed that would have been the end of Jason right there. It was two hours before I got a chance to be alone with him. Steph was in the bathroom and Jason had gone outside on the patio. I followed him out and keeping my voice down as best I could I lit into him.

"How could you be so low as to be fucking me while seeing my daughter?

"How the hell was I supposed to know that she was your daughter? Her name is Abbott and yours is Sterns."

"I kept my maiden name at work."

"So how was I supposed to know?"

"Well now you do know and you will have to find some way to end it with Steph."

"I will do no such thing! I love Steph and I intend to marry her."

"How can you possibly marry her given what we have been doing?"

"Get real Bev. It is no different than what you do. Does what you and I do keep you from going home to your husband? By the way, I like him. He seems like a great guy."

"He is a great guy, but don't go changing the subject."

"I'm not changing the subject. You get something from me that you don't get from him, but you don't love him any the less and it is the same with me and Steph. You fill a need that she doesn't, but I don't love her any the less because you take care of that need. If she were ever to open up sexually I wouldn't need to go elsewhere to get what I have to have. If she ever turns it loose neither you nor any other woman will ever see me again."

Just then Steph came out onto the patio.

"There you are. Getting to know each other?"

"Yes indeed. I just found out your mother's agency uses our film company for special projects. I'm surprised we haven't run into each other before now."

Steph moved to him and tucked in next to him and he put his arm around her and I said, "I'd better get back to your dad" and went back into the house and then did my best to avoid Jason for the rest of the weekend.

The rest of the family seemed to approve of Steph's choice. Amber even joked that had she met Jason before she met Deuce she and Deuce might never had gotten together. As Jason was leaving on Sunday and saying his goodbyes he shook my hand and said:

"It was good meeting you. Now that we know our company's have a tie maybe we can get together for lunch or a drink."

I kept my response to a short, "Thank you for coming."

After he was gone and Robert and I were alone Robert asked, "Well, what did you think of him?"

"I didn't care for him. Something about him just doesn't ring right."

"So far my love, you seem to be in the minority. Deuce and Amber think that Steph did just fine for herself and I do have to admit that I like the lad also. Are you sure that what you think of him isn't colored by a mother's natural aversion to giving up her child? You know, the "no man is good enough for my baby" syndrome?"

"Of course I don't think that. It is just that I sense something about him. Something just isn't right."

"Well my love, you are entitled to your opinion, but it is obvious that Steph doesn't share it. That aside, I'm feeling just a tad amorous. I know it is a bit early, but what say we go up to bed?"

"You do know my soft spot don't you?"

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I shouldn't be doing this: I said as my bra hit the floor, "It just isn't right and on so many different levels."

"I think that you are protesting too much" he said as his mouth sucked on my left breast. "Just look at it from the standpoint that you are keeping it in the family."

"It still isn't right" I said as my hand found his rock hard cock and I pulled away from his mouth and went to my knees in front of him.

"Same time Wednesday?" Jason asked as I dressed.

"Yes lover, same time."

I kept seeing Jason for the next six months and I had lain beneath him only two days ago as he thrust his hard cock into me while I screamed and begged him to fuck me harder. As we dressed he said:

"I'll be gone two weeks on the honeymoon. Will you be able to wait that long for me?"

"Have I a choice?"

"I'm not the only man whose cock gets hard when I see you."

True I thought to myself, but you are the only one I've ever run across with ten hard inches. "How will we manage it" I asked him.

"We will find a way. After the wedding can I call you mommy?"

"Don't you dare!"

"Just kidding."

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As I watched Steph walk down the aisle on the arm of her father toward a waiting Jason I wondered if I could summon the courage it would take to do what I knew I must. If I did it I would earn the hatred of Stephanie Anne and it would destroy my marriage to Robert. I sat there and waited for the minister to reach the part where he would ask:

"If there anyone here who knows of any reason why these two should not be wed speak now or forever hold your peace."



The Abbotts Ch. 04



"Nervous baby?" my daddy asked me.

"Isn't every girl before she takes the long walk down the aisle?"

"Not being a girl I can't answer that. I was nervous when I married your mother, but it was different with me. I had to stand there with the minister and my best man and hope and pray that your mother would really walk down that aisle to me. I was scared to death that she would change her mind and not show up. You at least get to peek through the curtain and see Jason standing there waiting."

I had no reason to worry. I already knew that Jason was a perfect fit for me and I was crazy in love with him. And I didn't need to be nervous about our wedding night since Jason and I had been bed buddies for months (although my daddy - bless his heart - thought that his little girl was still a virgin). No, the real reason I was nervous is that I was scared to death that the wedding would be called off. I was terrified that when the ceremony reached the part where the minister asked if anyone knew of a reason why Jason and I should not be joined in holy matrimony some one would leap up and say that the wedding shouldn't take place because I was a slut! And why would they do that? Because it was true. I was a slut.

The music started and daddy offered me his arm. I took it and we started down the aisle. As we moved toward a smiling Jason I scanned the assembled guests and saw a good half dozen faces who could do just what I was afraid of. Just as we reached the end of the aisle I glanced at my mother hoping for a reassuring smile and I saw her looking at me and frowning and then my attention was taken up by the minister as he began the ceremony.

As the minister droned on I thought back over the past few years, actually the four since my eighteenth birthday, and the things that I had done that had me in so much of a sweat.

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I had promised myself that I was going to be a "good girl" and walk down the aisle at my wedding a virgin. I promised and I meant it. I fought hard from the time I was fifteen to hold the boys in check and it wasn't at all easy. I liked to kiss and I got into some pretty hot necking sessions where I almost let things get away from me, but I always managed to regain control.

All my good intentions went up in smoke on my eighteenth birthday. It was on a Friday. I was already in college and my sorority sisters took me out to a party to celebrate my birthday. We hit half a dozen parties and ended up at the Pi Kappa Alpha house where they had a kegger going. I wasn't used to drinking, but the girls told me not to worry, that we had a designated driver and what the hell, you only turn eighteen and legally become an adult once in your life. I placed myself in their hands and by the time we got to the kegger at the Pi Kappa house I was feeling no pain.

I had more beer at the frat house and the last thing that I remember with any clarity was dancing on the make-shift dance floor with a couple of Pi Kaps. The rest of the evening was a bit murky. I have vague recollections of pushing a guys hands away from my naked breasts and a guy picking me up and carrying me. I remember bits and pieces of dialog like "...hot assed bitch" and "I'll flip you to see who goes...." I remember a sharp pain and I remember loud moaning, but not much else.

I woke up in the morning naked on a bed between two guys and when they saw that I was awake one of them said:

"Good morning Sunshine. Happy day after your birthday" and before I could say "Who are you?" and "Where am I" and "How did I get here?" he rolled over on top of me and pushed his cock into me. I started to protest but as soon as I opened my mouth to speak the other guy on the bed with us pushed his cock into the open hole. I struggled against them for a bit and then I became aware that my body liked what was happening to it. The urge to fight disappeared and I became a willing participant. The first guy came and pulled out and the second guy moved down and took his place in my pussy. The first guy left the room and was back a few minutes later with two more guys. Another guy stepped forward and pushed his cock in my mouth and after that it seemed like cocks came at me from everywhere. I always had two cocks in me at a time and I didn't even fight it when one guy said:

"Hey! She's got a hole that ain't being used."

My first anal hurt like hell at the beginning, but before the first load was deposited there I was pushing back and loving it and that led to my being what the guys called "air tight" - a cock in all three holes!

By the time they were finished with me I was a dyed in the wool cock loving slut. I remember asking them how many of them did me and when I was told "six" I said:

"If you guys can keep it quiet so that my reputation doesn't get trashed we can do it again."

And they did keep it quiet and we did do it again. We did it at least two times a week until the end of my freshman year and only stopped because we all left school for summer break.

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My new found love of cock did not go away just because I left college for the summer. I tried to be discrete about it and I think I was fairly successful about it as I fucked my way through a good dozen or so men over the summer.

The first one was an accident of sorts. My dad had volunteered me to work in the office of a friend of his as a summer intern. On my second day there I'd stayed late to finish something and had gone to use the conference room table since I didn't have a desk of my own. I opened the conference room door and saw Harvey, my dad's friend, fucking his secretary on the conference room table. Both of them were married only not to each other. As soon as I opened the door both of them looked over and saw me before I quickly closed the door. I ran and got my purse and hurried out of the building.

The next morning when I got to work my section supervisor told me that I was wanted in Harvey's office as soon as I got to work. When I got there Stella, his secretary, gave me a long appraising look and then told me to go right in. Harvey pointed to a chair and I sat down. He asked me if I had told anyone of what I had seen the night before and I told him no. Then he asked me if I was going to tell anyone. I might have been young, but I wasn't stupid. I knew I was in the driver's seat and I also was smart enough to know that I had an opportunity to get what I wanted and still hang onto my untarnished reputation. I told Harvey that I wouldn't tell a soul what I'd seen as long as he made it worth my while. He looked at me for a moment or two and then asked me how much I wanted. I smiled and told him that I wanted some of what Stella was getting. He smiled at me and told me to plan on a long lunch hour. As I left his office Stella looked at me and I saw the question in her eyes and I just smiled at her and got to work.

My "long lunch" with Harvey took place in room 407 of the downtown Hyatt-Regency. We were no sooner in the room than he took me in his arms and kissed me. I let my hand slide down until I got to his zipper and I tugged it down. I reached inside and grasped his already hard cock and started to work it out into the open. We broke the kiss and I knelt in front of him and while he was busy shedding his suit coat, shirt and tie I was sucking his cock. He reached down and pushed me away and told me to get my clothes off and:

"Get your marvelous ass over onto the bed."

After that it was a straight suck and fuck afternoon. He ate me and then fucked me. I sucked him hard and then I climbed on top of him and fucked him. We went sixty-nine and then fucked each other. A shower together put us right back on the bed and we started over. We never did make it back to the office that afternoon.

Over the next two weeks I became intimately acquainted with Harvey's desk, the conference room table, and various rooms at the downtown Hyatt. Then one day Harvey told me that he needed to entertain an out of town visitor and he asked me to go along to make up a foursome for dinner. There was Harvey, Stella, Tom (the out of towner) and me. After dinner, drinks and some dancing the four of us ended up in a hotel room.

There was one large king sized bed and within minutes the four of us were naked and on it. Tom was fucking me and Stella was fucking Harvey right next to me. Tom came first and Harvey only seconds later and as Tom pulled out of me Stella said, "I want me some of that" and she climbed off Harvey and started sucking Tom's cock so I went over and started working on Harvey's limp pecker. After that we swapped back and forth until Stella looked at her watch and said that she needed to get home to her husband and kids. Harvey left to take her back to the office so she could pick up her car. Tom asked me how long before I would have to leave and I giggled and said:

"About one minute after you can't get it up any more."

That proved to be about two hours later.

After that night I "entertained" several of Harvey's customers, clients and suppliers. One extremely memorable evening Stella and I entertained seven of them while lying side by side on a king size bed. 

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When I returned to school in the fall I found that my six Pi Kaps were gone. Two had gotten married over the summer, two had gotten engaged, one dropped out of school and the sixth was in jail for trying to sell coke to an undercover cop. I remembered thinking "Thank God he didn't try to get me to use that stuff." There were a couple of cute Pi Kaps that I would have liked to try out, but I decided that if I kept putting out for frat rats and pulling the occasional frat house train the word would get out that I was a slut. I was, but that didn't mean that I wanted it to become common knowledge.

I needed a sex life, but I needed to stay away from college boys. The solution to my problem was simple. I called Harvey and let him know that I was available. All through my sophomore year and the summer that followed I took care of Harvey and whomever he asked me to and that gave me enough of a sex life to keep me happy.

Shortly after the start of my junior year my bother Deuce (his real name is Robert Courtney Abbott., Junior but we started calling him Robert the Second and then Deuce) brought his girlfriend Amber home to meet the family. She was a student, like me, and I liked her. We did a sort of pre-sister bonding and this led to us spending some time together when we went back to school. It was because of Amber that my life changed.

One day Amber asked me to have lunch with her between classes. We ate and talked about everything under the sun and when it was time to leave we found that her car had a flat tire. As Amber was getting her spare out of the trunk of her car and absolute 'hunk' walked up and said:

"Let me help you with that."

I'd never in my life believed in that "love at first sight" stuff, but love, lust or whatever I took one look at him and I wanted him. He was gorgeous! While he was changing Amber's tire for her I was trying to think of some way I could hook up with him. He finished changing the tire and then he introduced himself (his name was Jason) and then he asked us if he could buy us a cup of coffee. Amber - God bless her - said she had a class to get to and she took off and left me with Jason. We went inside the restaurant and for the next half hour we sipped coffee and chatted. I told him about myself and then hung on every word as he told me about himself. I was praying that he would ask to see me again and it was all I could do to keep from leaping up and shouting "YES!" when he asked me to have dinner with him.

We went on three dates and he treated me like a virginal princess. He behaved like he was afraid he would scare me off. Outside of some kissing (and he was a damned good kisser) he behaved himself. So I took the bull by the horns. On our fourth date he asked me what I wanted to do and I said:

"I'd like to see your apartment."

"That doesn't sound like much of a date."

"Can you think of a better way to get some insight on a guy than to take a look at his cave?"

As soon as we walked in the door I asked for a tour and after seeing the kitchen/dinning room area (surprisingly neat for a bachelor) and the second bedroom that he had turned into a home office and den he showed me to his bedroom. He opened the door and then stood there as if expecting me to glance inside and move on to the living room and start digging through his CDs. I think I caught him by surprise when I walked into the room, turned to face him and asked as I started to take off my blouse:

"Is the bed comfortable?"

"Are you sure about this?" ha asked.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

As he moved toward me I lied to him and said, "I'm not a virgin, but I have only done it twice. Be patient with me."

He stepped forward and said, "Here, let me" and then he undressed me. When he was done I said, "My turn" and I undressed him. I was on my knees in front of him and I'd taken his trousers off and my eyes were on the same level as his groin. I was looking at the huge bulge in his boxers and thinking "Is he deformed in some way?" I pulled his boxers down and almost fainted. His cock was huge! Not just big, but huge! I'd had dozens and dozens of cocks, but I had never seen one that big and I gulped and said:

"I had no idea. I don't know if I can take it."

He lifted me to my feet, kissed me and said, "You can. I'll be gentle and go slow, but you will take it. You have to because I don't ever intend to let you go and it would be very difficult to be married to a woman I couldn't make love to."

"I've never been proposed to by a naked man before."

"I mean to see to it that no other naked man will ever get the chance."

Bending forward at the waist he tongued my erect nipples and my hand moved down his body and took hold of his huge cock. It was by far the biggest I had ever seen and it was as stiff as an iron bar. I laid back and spread my legs wide and said:

"I need you lover and I need you now."

He moved over me and held me tight as he started to slowly work his hard cock into my already dripping pussy.

"Oh God" I moaned, "You feel so fucking good."

He pushed my legs back to where they almost touched my shoulders and then after several slow and easy strokes he pushed himself in as deep as he could. His strokes started out nice and easy and then they began to get faster as he drove himself into me. I was gasping and moaning and pushing up at him and I had several very strong orgasms - almost like they were one long continuous one - until finally I heard him say that he was about to cum and I felt him start to pull out.

"No" I cried as I clutched him to me, "In me, I want you in me."

He grunted and I felt his hot wetness coat my insides. My pussy clamped on his still rock hard cock as I exploded into one final massive orgasm. When he was soft he pulled out of me and I pulled him down and we kissed.

I saw the stars and the exploding fireworks, heard the bells and whistles as I had orgasm after orgasm and I knew in my heart that I had found my perfect man. I had somehow managed to find the man I was supposed to have.

As we cuddled he murmured in my ear, "Why?"

I knew what he was asking and I answered, "Because you were treating me like a fragile glass figurine or porcelain doll. I've known from the moment you offered to help Amber with her tire that you were the one for me. But the way you were behaving toward me made me think that it would be months and months before you made a move and I decided that I just couldn't wait that long."

My fingers toyed with his cock and I felt it twitch. "Again? Can we do it again?"

I was catching my breath after the second time we made love and I was thinking that I had indeed found my perfect man, but the question was could I keep him? I didn't think that I could if he found out what a slut I was and that meant that I had to tone back on some things. Until we were married I would have to keep things low key. All I would do is make love - have regular intercourse - with Jason. No letting him eat my pussy. No giving him head and no anal, not that I might ever go there anyway because of his size. I didn't believe there was any way in the world that I could accommodate his huge cock in my butt. After the wedding, maybe on the honeymoon, I would tentatively try to suck his cock. I'd make sure to do a poor job of it, but I would gamely keep trying and slowly get better at it and then I might let him talk me into letting him eat my pussy. Slow and easy would be the way and I would let him think that he was the one turning me into a slut for his cock.

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I saw Jason two or three times a week for the next two months and the love making was fantastic. It damned near killed me to keep pushing him away when he wanted to try oral sex and I resisted him trying to get me to do doggie or cowgirl. Several times I had to tell him to slow down and just make love to me and not try to bang the shit out of me like some cheap whore when getting banged is what I really wanted.

But I missed getting my pussy eaten, my butt fucked and swallowing a delicious load so I usually said yes when Harvey called me and asked me to take care of him or one of his friends.

One night after a fantastic love making session Jason handed me a small velvet covered box. 

"I sort of proposed the first night we did this, but I thought that it was time to make it official."

The box held a beautiful sapphire cut diamond engagement ring. I put it on my finger and held up my hand and looked at the ring sparkle in the light.

"I guess this means that I have to take you home to meet my parents."

Now that was an interesting night. Mom and dad were there and Deuce had Amber over. The way that Amber looked at Jason made me want to scratch her eyes out even though I knew that she was hooked on my brother. I knew she was teasing, but it still pissed me off when she said that it was a good thing she had already met Deuce when Jason came on the scene or she would have gone after him herself.

Dad and Deuce seemed to like him, but for some reason my mother seemed cool towards him. I got the distinct impression that she did not approve of him and I couldn't for the life of me think why. All I could think was "Too bad mom. He's mine and you have no say in the matter."

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I'd signed up for a school sponsored tour of Europe before I met Jason and the departure date for the trip was fast approaching. I was trying to find some way to get out of going and still get my deposit refunded when Jason told me that I should go. He told me that it might be my only chance to visit foreign countries and that he would probably be busy doing location work and I wouldn't see much of him anyway.

There were sixteen of us in the group that had signed up for the tour; nine guys and three girls. I knew what was in store for me when we all assembled at the airport. One of the guys was Stan. Stan was one of the six Pi Kaps that I'd spent so much time in bed with. I asked him which one of the other five girls was his fiancée and he told me none of them. It seems he and his fiancée had had a falling out and had broken up and then he said:

"I'll be able to devote all my time to you sugar. This is going to be a real fun trip."

I hadn't been looking forward to three weeks without sex anyway and we would be on the other side of the world so what the hell.

Stan screwed me three times in London, four times in Belfast and twice on our first night in Edinburgh. It was in Edinburgh that things changed. When I heard the soft knock at the door I opened it to let Stan come in and saw that he had Rick, another guy on the tour, with him. Before I could say "What the hell?" Stan moved into the room followed by Rick. Stan told me that Rick had been bugging him to set me up with him and Stan told me he knew how much I had loved the gangbangs at the Pi Kappa Alpha house so he decided to bring him along. When I asked how Rick knew to ask, Stan broke out laughing and said:




The Abbotts Ch. 04



"You really think that the rest of the kids on the tour don't know what we are doing? Rick isn't the only one of the guys that would like a bit of your time. I only brought Rick because of the special circumstances."

"Special circumstances? What special circumstances?"

"You tell her Rick."

Rick took a deep breath and said, "I want to go to bed with you because you are screwing my dad."

"Your dad?"

"Harvey Gladding. I came down to his office one night when he was supposed to be working late and saw him screwing you on the conference room table. I thought it would be kinky to screw the woman who was screwing my old man."

"How about it Steph" Stan asked me, "Are you kinky enough to want to do both father and son?"

I started to pull off my sweater and said, "I guess I am."

I pulled my sweater up over my head, unsnapped my bra and revealed my breasts and my already stiffening nipples. I slid my skirt down and let it drop to the floor and as I kicked it away I ran my hands over my breasts, tweaked my nipples and asked:

"Who's first?"

Stan said that since he had me all the time Rick should be first. Rick quickly stripped and I went to my knees in front of him and opened my mouth to accept his cock. I sucked and licked it for a minute or two and then I stood up, took Rick by his hard dick and led him to the bed.

The rest of the night Rick and Stan took turns fucking me in almost every position that you could imagine. I always had a cock in my mouth as I worked at making a soft one hard again. The other cock was either in my pussy or my ass.

About three in the morning they were both whipped and couldn't get it up any more and I was left wishing that Stan had brought a couple of more guys with him.

In Paris Stan and Rick brought Glen in. Joey joined us in Germany, Mark became one of my posse in Spain and Ralph rounded out the group in Italy. The last week of the tour I was being gangbanged by the six of them almost every night. 

I was back a week before I called Jason to let him know I was home. I needed that week for my pussy to tighten up a bit. Although I don't know why I bothered. The guys from the tour kept calling me and I kept letting them talk me into pulling trains for them. I even took all six of them on five days before the wedding, but at that time I told them that it would never happen again and I meant it.

It was following one of those gangbangs that one of my troubles raised its head. Rick kept calling me. He told me he was in love with me and that he wanted to marry me. I told him I was already engaged and he told me that I was too much of a slut to marry any one but him. He said he wanted a slut for a wife and that we were made for each other. He kept after me until I finally told him to leave me alone or I would tell his father about us. He stopped bothering me, but I saw him sitting with his mother and father. Would he be the one to stand up?

I saw Marsha Coleman and I wondered if she might be the one. She had seen me walk into a hotel room on the arm of one of Harvey's friends. Would Amber do it? She had called my hotel room while I was in Madrid and Rick had answered the phone just as I had screamed out "Oh God yes, fuck me!" while Glen was pounding my ass. 

Then there was Stan. He had also decided that I was the girl for him. As soon as we had gotten back from the tour he had managed to hook up with Deuce and they had become great friends. He freely admitted to me that he had done it as a way of staying close to me so he would have time to work on me. Would he be the one? Would he try to stop the wedding hoping that with Jason out of the picture he could eventually get me?

Toward the back of the church Sam Taylor sat watching. He was there as a friend and co-worker of Jason's. I didn't know that he knew Jason when Harvey talked me into being the entertainment at Sam's bachelor party. Imagine my shock when Jason introduced me to the man, who along with eight others had fucked me senseless. Hell, image the look on Sam's face when Jason introduced me as his fiancée. Would he stop the wedding or let his friend marry a whore?

As I listened to the minister work his way toward that fatal question I prayed that no one would stop the wedding. I promised that I would be a fantastic wife to Jason and that from the "I do" on no man other than Jason would ever touch my body. I knew that there would be dozens who would want to and who would try. Even Harvey a week ago told me that I was too big of a slut and that no one man would ever be enough for me. He told me he was looking forward to setting up a gangbang for me as soon as I got back from my honeymoon, but it was not - WAS NOT! - going to happen.

And then it was there.

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as the words:

"If there is anyone present who knows of any reason that these two should not be joined in holy matrimony speak now or forever hold your peace."

To be continued?