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The Bastard

By: MendonFishers



Copyright©2010 by Mendon Fishers

The sun was shining, and the air was calm, over all it was a very pleasant day. So you might wonder why I was standing in a grave yard, pissing on a head stone.

It's ok; it is my wife's headstone.

My name is Vinnie Pergolizzi and I'm a mob boss.

I tried to trace the letters of her name, but my bladder ran out first. Marlene Pergolizzi is a long name and I'm getting older. Lower capacity you know. 

I looked at the stone, it was a double. It was designed for a husband and wife to rest in peace together for eternity, or at least until some builder wanted to put a development on this land. I knew I'd never join her there. To be exact, my side said, "I will not lie next to a Slut," under the "Husband" banner.

Her side said, "She took the easy was out-Suicide", beside the birth and death dates.

You should have heard the complaints from the committee that oversaw this grave yard. They bitched and moaned about the inscriptions as "Not being fitting for their Community." 

Well I'm a really nasty bastard and they didn't stand a chance. After "my boys" talked to a few members, all but one woman agreed to the inscription.

Now that woman was a fat old bitch. She had a little money, and thought she ruled the world. I had some "friends" break both her legs. 

While she was recovering in the hospital, her house burnt down, twice because the damn fire department reacted a little too quickly the first time. The second time the department was reacting to a false alarm across town when her house started again. 

This time they were only able to save the basement.

Yep, I told you I was a bastard.

She moved out of state, permanently. 

Looking at the date, I realized that Marlene had been here about 6 years now. I examined my heart and found I still hated her. Well she did piss me off. She died before I could make her suffer for breaking my heart.

Ok, I've got a little free time, so I'll go back and tell you all about it.

I grew up in a rough neighborhood. A neighborhood where you either joined a gang or you got the shit beat out of you daily. I wasn't exactly stupid, I joined a gang. These gangs were ethnic; the one I joined was Italian just like I was.

I graduated from high school, and went to the local community college. Believe me that was an accomplishment for my neighborhood. The local "godfather" invited me to join his society because I had finished college. It was an invitation one didn't turn down.

My life in crime was set in cement from that point on.

I met my late wife about five years later. I was running a successful new car dealership. Did you ever notice that mob operated businesses were always successful. Some of them never seemed to do any business, but always had cash. The other businesses had no completion, figures.

I had a new car dealership that only had competition from other mob owned businesses, like I said, "No real competition."

I met Marlene on a trip I took to Las Vegas. It was an auto dealer's convention and I was going there just for fun. She was a cocktail waitress there.

We both had things the other liked at first sight. I had lots of money and was spending like a drunken sailor, and she had great tits. Well actually she had a lot more going for her, but I'm a guy and guess what I noticed first, the second thing I liked about her I saw when she turned around and walked away. 

OK, so she had a great ass too.

She came up to our table and asked, "Can I take you order?"

I, of course, had a million pickup lines in my head; I opted for, "Yes." 

One of the other guys at the table ordered a bottle of Jack Daniel's and six glasses.

She counted five of us and asked," Who's the sixth one for? Expecting someone else?"

"You darling, of course." The bastard replied.

She gave him a big smile and giggled. "Can I have the rest of your orders, please?"

And that's how the evening went. My buddy was scoring big time and I was putting my foot in my mouth at every opportunity. 

She went off shift at midnight. The guys hit their rooms, and I went into the diner for a late night snack.

I picked one with a buffet and was standing there trying to make up my mind when I heard, "Why can't you make up your mind? You did fine in the lounge."

I spun around to give whoever it was a piece of my mind when I looked into a million watt smile. Our waitress from the lounge was standing next to me. 

She said, "The foods really good here. Let me help you choose. Oh and by the way, my name's Marlene."

We ate together and talked. Boy did we talk! It was 4:00 am when we left. She asked, "Can we meet for a snack tomorrow night?" And we did, every night for the next four nights. It would have been longer but I had a flight out.

Two weeks later, I was back and we had continued our late night snacks. At the end of the first week we had breakfast in bed also before going back to sleep. We needed the rest.

By the time I was there for a week, she agreed to home with me on a trial basis. Our trial basis lasted about 18 months before we married in a civil ceremony. We didn't want our daughter to be born out of wedlock. 

Three years later our son was born. I was complete. I had a beautiful wife and two great kids and I was moving up in the crime organization. My car dealership was doing nicely, but my piece of the organization was really bringing in the bucks. Crime really does pay if you are smart enough not to get caught. 

I was very smart.

The years went by, both my kids were in high school and my wife was a stay at home mom, trying to spend all my money at the local malls. Things were going great until I went to lunch with some of my friends in the family.

Now I don't want to upset you. The lunch went off without a hitch. We talked business (in code) and had a great meal. The unpleasantness happened when I was getting in my car to go back to the dealership. There was a large manila envelope lying on my passenger seat. My name was on the outside.

For some reason I knew I shouldn't open it until I got back to my office. The paper shredder was there. It might be information about the "organization" that I would read once and destroy.

When I opened the envelope in my office, I got the shock of my life. There were 8x10 photos of my wife having sex with other men. That's right, "other men". They were not gang bang photos, but my lovely wife having one-on-one sex with six different men. Each photo appeared to be taken in different bedrooms, each with a different man.

There was a typewritten report also in the envelope. The report stated that my wife was part of a group that met and changed partners one or two times a week. The report went on to say that none of the participants were married to any of the others in the group. The report listed names, address, spouses, number of children, motel room numbers, and dates the "meetings" took place. 

I had enough information for any good divorce lawyer to ply his trade. The only problem is that in my line of business, divorces caused "lose of face." If man in my field of work (and I didn't mean the car dealership) couldn't control his wife it was thought he was too weak to control his territory.

The wives of most of my associates understood the score. When asked if they'd cheat, most replied, "Not on your life, my husband would kill me." 

And they meant exactly that. 

It appeared that my stupid wife didn't understand that.

Well I guess it's time to teach her a lesson.

My first thought was just to have them all disappear, but then I realized that 12 individuals vanishing all at once just had to raise suspicion with the police. And when the cops figured out that one of the "disappearances" was my wife, the shit would hit the fan. So I couldn't take the easy way out.

So I started my planning. The first thing I needed to know was exactly what the extent of the problem was and spread the word that I knew it was happening and was in the process of retribution. I then let it be known why I just didn't whack them.

Before Marlene screwed over me, I got along with the local cops and the county sheriffs. I tried to make sure that any of my enterprises did not cause them any extra work. They appreciated the thoughtfulness. 

If their personal vehicle broke down on the street, I'd send out a tow truck from my dealership, to help if possible or tow them where ever they wanted. If the car broke down on their wife or girlfriend, my tow operators would bring them back to the dealership and let them use one of our loaners.

If they asked, we would repair the car. The towing and the loaner were part of our service and not charged to the police officer. If their car need repair, the labor was free and the parts were at my cost. I also offered installment payments if the repairs proved too costly for the officer.

If the officer dropped his car off for routine service (oil changes, tire changes, and such). We washed and waxed the vehicle and detailed the interior. I think that little courtesy made us the most friends on the force.

When it came time for a police officer to need a new personal vehicle, I gave them the vehicle at my cost whether it was new or used. I also carried the financing for them at zero interest.

If they brought in their patrol car, we'd clean that too. You'd be surprised how often drunks vomited in the back or scared kids lost bladder control when handcuffed and put in the back seat. 

One day I was challenged by a pesky newspaper reporter about these business practices and asked if it wasn't just a bribe. I replied," These individuals works 24/7 protecting us from criminals, most people take their efforts for granted. I don't! I can afford to help them when they need it."

'Someday you or I might need their help", I said. "I'd like to make sure that nothing was distracting them from helping us."

The newspaper dropped the story. 

A few weeks later, the reporter's wife had a flat while taking their kids to school. It was a rainy, nasty day. One of my tow truck drivers stopped to offer assistance. With the wife and two kids squeezed into the front of his tow truck he took off to get the kids to school on time. Then with the wife in the cab, he towed the car back to the dealership. While he was getting the flat fixed, a couple of the female employees took the wife under their wing got her some dry clothes and hot coffee.

When her car was ready, the flat was repaired, the car was washed and waxed, the interior was cleaned and since the oil change was due, they changed that too. The total bill for all this work was $10.00. The cost normally charged for fixing a flat.

A couple of days later the reporter called me, "I'd like to say thanks to your guys for what they did for my wife. Can you have them meet with me in your lunchroom tomorrow?"

The next day, my guys walked into a feast set up in their lunchroom. 

That's how I became friends with so many people.

Over the next few months, I began to hear all about this little "love" group. The information came in about whom they were, where they were meeting, the times of their various sessions, and how it started.

The guy who arranged it all was named Larry Stocks. About one year ago he got to one of my wife's girlfriends (Judy). It was rumored he slipped her a drug or two and banged her for an entire weekend. Her husband thought she was visiting a sick aunt in another city. 

By the time the weekend was over, she was hooked on his "larger than her husband's" cock and some of the drugs.

They then started meeting in a motel once a week. Larry was a predator. One woman was not enough for him. He soon had her getting some of her girlfriends to join them.

Judy would do whatever he asked, just to keep getting him to fuck her and supply her habit.

They soon started having threesomes. Not Larry, Judy and one of her girlfriends, but one of his male friends. She was their personal slut. 

The group soon consisted of six men and six women, my loving wife being one of the members. 

Larry soon got the women hooked on hard drugs. To support their habits, they became Larry's girls. He made sure that they all had "customers" for their charms. Larry kept them working a few afternoons a week, and their habits under his control. He made sure they only got high after servicing one of his friends. He made sure that they weren't stoned out of their minds when they went home, only a little high. 

This was a very delicate balancing act.

I put all my notes together and formulated a plan. 

My first step was to get Larry infected. With my connections, it was easy to find a "crack whore" who had AIDS. She was 18 years old and still had her looks. She was told that if she hooked up with Larry and made him think she was just an innocent little girl, her "junk" would be free.

With that kind of an incentive, she was having sex with Larry a three or four times a week. Larry being Larry attempted to get her hooked on cocaine. We had to regulate her doses from us so that she didn't overdose. 

As smart as I thought I was, I really didn't know if 'my crack whore' infected Larry or not. With my luck, the bastard would not get the disease. So I changed my tactics.

It didn't take long to discover his drug supplier, and with that my plan was in force. We would substitute his regular bag with a special mix. 

I put out the word that I wanted a lab tech that could take blood and administer a shot, all without leaving much of a trace. 

I met with the tech and explained what I wanted. I would arrange for a sleep drug to be mixed with the heroin they used. 

Once the drug mixture worked, I wanted the tech to draw enough blood out of the needle mark Larry used to inject himself in, and use the hole for the blood test for aids. 

I explained to the tech that, "We didn't need to test the girl. She was already infected with AIDS.

The tech did her job perfectly. When she brought me the vials of blood she commented, "If the test comes back negative let me know. I can arrange to get some live virus and we'll infect him directly.

The test came back positive. I had him. The next part was both easy and hard. The easy part was waiting a few months so that they could pass the bug amongst themselves (they used condoms with their customers. I guess they did want to take a chance on catching something, if only they knew.) 

The hard part was also the waiting. I knew I couldn't have any contact with Marlene. I didn't want to catch the "bug" myself. I'd been to my doctor and he had tested me for STDs. I was clean. I thought about the innocent spouses catching the bug. To be exact I thought about it for about 10 seconds, and then I figured, "Fuck 'me. They'd get what they deserved.

For the next two months, I had headaches, stomach flu, a pulled back muscles, etc., anything that would keep me away from her. My kids were both teenagers and had the minimum physical contact with her. I even hired a cook/house keeper, not only did that keep Marlene from touching our stuff, but fit in with my long term plans for getting even with Marlene.

Finally the night to extract my revenge on Larry arrived. He was in a cheap motel, screwing my wife's best girlfriend, Judy, the one that introduced Marlene to this lifestyle.

Larry was on top rapidly approaching his climax when the sliding glass door to the ground floor motel room exploded in. Two masked men entered. They used a shotgun on Larry. He was blown off his bedmate when the blast hit him in the head. She wasn't that lucky. A couple of the pellets entered through her eye and started a hemorrhage in her brain. She died on the way to the hospital.

That was too bad, I wanted Judy to suffer longer.

The masked gun men then tossed a bag of counterfeit $100 bills into the room and left a couple of heroin bags on the dresser. 

The plan was to hope the police figured the shooting was a drug deal gone wrong. The killings made the news for the next three days. All the news organizations put it together, that the murder victims paid for their drugs with counterfeit money. And the dealers found out and returned to the motel room to extract revenge. That was exactly what I had planned.

I watched my wife going through withdrawal for the next week. She tried to keep us from noticing, claiming she caught the flu from me. 

I loved it.

One night about a week later the news announced that Larry's autopsy revealed he had AIDS. 

Marlene fainted!

A few days later I got the call, Marlene had gone to the free clinic to be tested. 

It was time to put phase two of my plan into effect.+++++++

I watched my wife walking around the house for the next couple of weeks. I could tell that her world was coming down around her. 

I was enjoying the shit out of that. 

I played the loving husband. "Are you feeling ok? Is anything bothering you, Honey? "

And of course the killer, "Would you like to make love tonight?" Rubbing it in felt really good. (I wonder what I would have done if she said yes? Probably another "back ache" I guessed.)

On night after dinner, Marlene asked if we could talk. I knew what was coming so I asked her if the talk could wait for the weekend when both kids would be out of the house. 

I wanted to make her squirm for a few more days.

Saturday finally arrived. Marlene had the cook prepare one of my favorite meals. She even made sure I had a couple of glasses of wine to mellow me out. 

It didn't work; I was too keyed up with my surprise for her.

Marlene took me into the family room and started her discussion by telling me how much she loved me and how great the last 20 years were. While she was talking, I opened the briefcase I had placed by my chair.

The first thing I did was flip an 8x10 photo of Larry fucking her on the floor of a cheap motel room in front of her. Her face went white and she said. "I can explain. It was only the one time and he forced me."

I flipped another picture of her and Larry. This time she was on all fours, and he was in her ass. She just stared at the picture. I started flipping more and more of the 8x10's. She realized I must know everything.

I then flipped some more photos at her. These were taken by the police at the scene of the double homicide. She looked at the bloody remains of her lover and her friend Judy, and passed out. 

I got up and made myself a fresh drink. 

I dumped the contents of the ice bucket on her prostrate form. She awoke with a start and began crying. 

I grabbed her by the hair and slapped the shit out of her. 

"No more lies and bullshit", I said. "I don't want any explanations from you. You're a lying piece of shit."

I then said, "No divorce. I am too important for it to get out that I couldn't control my own wife. You will move all your things into the garage apartment, now. You will no longer live in this house."

"If you think that you can escape me, don't even think about",

" I'll have you hunted down and killed, just like I did Larry and Judy" I admitted.

"Only for you it will be slowly", I pointed out, smiling all the time.

She started looking very scared.

I tossed the "Living with AIDS" booklet in front of her and said, "This is how you will live your life from now on. In the apartment you will find Orange Bio Hazard plastic bags. You will place any item you touched and want to toss out, in these bags. You will take these bags to the AIDS clinic when they are full and you are getting your treatments.."

"If you fuck up or give me any back talk, I will have one of your "friends" killed, slowly." I told her.

I told her that both our kids were told what she did and what she caught. "They elected to attend a boarding school instead of living here with you." I told her. "They were afraid you might infect them."


The Bastard



"Are sure you want this to happen?"

"I don't want it to happen. I don't NOT want it to happen. I want to stop worrying about whether it happens. Why? Don't you want it?"

"I'd be lying if I said it wouldn't make me happy, as long as you want it too."

"I guess I'm saying is that if it doesn't happen, I want it to be because it just doesn't, and not because of what people will think if it does."

"That's what I want too." Bill stroked my cheek.

"I love you, Bill," I said. He put his arms around me. I tried to do the same to him, but his left arm was in the way of my right, and I accidentally put my hand on his crotch. I could feel it getting hard. He kissed me on the lips, and I lay back on the bed.

He climbed between my legs, and I could feel his cock through his underwear. "Is this the right time?" he asked.

"Didn't we just have this conversation?" I asked. I questioned whether we were really on the same page or not. "I told you, I'm not trying to make it happen. I just want things to come naturally like they do for everyone else."

"No, I get that. I mean, is it the right number of days since--"

"Oh, that!" My concern was allayed. "I don't know if it's the best time, but it's definitely not the worst." Bill lifted the hem of my night shirt a little, kissed my navel and looked up at me. I smiled. He lifted it some more, so I pushed him off and took it off. He laid me back down and kissed my left nipple. Instead of looking at him, I closed my eyes and smiled more. He kissed the other nipple and then licked it. He kissed me, and I felt his balls against my pussy through my underwear. I reached down between our crotches.

"So soon?" he asked.

"No, I just need to adjust the hem." I pulled it away from my flesh and felt the puffiness of one of my lips. At that moment his cock slipped out of his underwear and I felt the head. "On second thought, yeah, take it off!" I said. He got off me and we both removed the last of our clothing.

Bill moved back on top of me. I could feel his cock against my thigh, and he asked, "What'll we tell your mom?"

"There's nothing to tell her, yet."

"I mean if it happens."

"It'll break my heart, but I'll tell her I don't know who the father is. That's the only regret I'd have."

Bill is my younger brother. Well, half-brother. My dad had a one-night stand with a woman named Mona at a convention, and Bill was the result. I didn't know about him until I was ten. Neither of my parents would have found out, but when he was seven, he and his mom were in a car wreck, and she went into a coma. My parents raised us together for the next few years. When Mona died, Dad wanted to keep all of us together, but by then Mom couldn't take the daily reminder of the affair, so they divorced. Some smart-asses say that money can't buy happiness, but it can make the misery more tolerable, and I guess they're right. Dad did well enough that he could afford to buy another house only a couple counties away, and they turned into one of those ex-couples who got along better after a split.

I was finishing college and Bill was just starting when Dad got sick. Bill and I were the only ones who could care for him. After several months, I found that my favorite part of the shift was when Bill came home. He has the kind of sunny disposition that probably helped Dad make it another year, and it made it easier for me to get through it too. I started cooking meals for all three of us. One night when Dad was asleep, Bill was on his way out to his part-time job, and I kissed him. I only meant for it to be a sisterly kiss, but he turned and kissed me on the lips and I didn't want him to stop. When he came home that night, we went out on the porch and talked. We both knew it was more, but it would be a while before either of us thought about doing anything more than kissing.

I didn't have a job lined up when I graduated, so it made sense for me to move into their house. The night I moved my things in, after Dad went to sleep, Bill came into my room. We lay on my bed kissing, but nothing else happened. He did the same a couple nights later, and the night after that I came to his room. I surprised him on his next night off by not wearing a bra. He ran his hands up and down my back while we kissed, which felt better without a bra, but he was too nervous to do anything else.

I had to go out of town for an interview, so I wasn't home the next two nights. On the way home, I barely thought about Dad; I just wanted to see Bill again. When I came home in the middle of the day, Bill was at the door dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and pants. He hugged me, told me he missed me and felt my back, disappointed that I was fully dressed. My hands came down, and I accidentally felt his butt. He was returning my earlier favor by going commando! I wanted to take him to bed right then, but Dad called from his room. Later that night I took a shower, and I didn't put any kind of underwear on. After Dad went to sleep, I nodded to Bill and invited him into my room. "I missed you, too," I told him. I put my arms around him. He did the same, noting the lack of a bra there. I smiled and said, "Yeah."

I moved my hands to his butt, and he was dressed the same as before. "Yeah yourself," he said with a smile.

I moved his hands to my waist. He moved them to my butt and smiled more. "Yeah again," I told him. I guided him to my bed. We hugged and kissed and rubbed each other's bodies everywhere for what must have been fifteen minutes before I put my hand under the hem of his shorts. I didn't make contact with anything but the lowest part of his butt, but it made him hard. He ground his hips into mine. I moved my hips up once to meet his, but then my bed squeaked, and we both lay still. We kept rubbing each other, and I got hotter, and he got harder. Suddenly he arched his back, and when he came back down, he wasn't hard any more.

"Wow," he said. He got off me, and we could both see a wet spot on my shorts. "Sorry 'bout that, Vicki," he said.

"I'm not," I told him.

"Really?

Bill had his hands on the waistband and was starting to push before I could speak. "Whoa, whoa! Slow down there, cowboy."

He looked dejected. "Right. My sister."

"It's not that," I told him. "I definitely have un-sisterly feelings for you, and I'm not sorry I made you come, but this has all kinds of potential to go wrong. Go to bed and we'll see what happens another night."

I went to be and wondered what the hell was wrong with me. Forget that I'm his half-sister--I was 22 years old, and I was going crazy for a 19-year-old! I knew the age might be an issue from how quickly he started to take his pants off.

For six months, we made out whenever we could, but we always had to be careful because we didn't want Dad to see or hear us. On one particularly happy day, someone took Dad to a ball game to give us both an evening off. I had job applications to fill out, and Bill had homework. About two hours later, Bill came to my room. "I'm done with my homework. How are you doing?"

"Burned out," I told him. "I'll do more tomorrow." I noticed he was wearing his beach pants again. I looked up at him. "How are you?"

"See for yourself," he said.

I slid my hand up the leg and felt one of his balls. "Looks like someone wants to play," I said. I'd already changed into a night shirt that barely extended past my butt. I stood up and put his hand on my thigh. "Two someones, as it happens." He guided us to my bed and we lay down. Soon his pants were at his ankles and my shirt was halfway up my stomach. I started stroking his cock, and I told him, "Don't worry; I know you won't get it on my pants this time." It got bigger and harder in my hand, but never so thick that I couldn't hold it. When I could see his balls gathering up, I asked him, "Ready to come?" He nodded. I pushed him so we were both on our backs looking down. I wanted it to come back and land on either his chest or my night shirt, but I aimed very badly. Most of it landed on our legs, and a small bit of it ended up running down the crease between my thigh and my pussy. Knowing how close it had come to getting where it really, really shouldn't made me even hotter.

"Your turn," Bill said. He moved around and kissed my left thigh from the knee up to my crotch. He licked little circles around my pussy. I was looking forward to a long-awaited night of passion. He ran his tongue up and down the cleft between my pussy lips twice, and then we heard a car outside. Apparently Dad didn't have the energy to sit through a whole game. Bill pulled his pants up and I pulled my shirt back down, and we came down to get Dad to bed. The next night we decided we needed to dial it back again, but it didn't last.

I started a new job two days after Bill's birthday. Dad had given me money to get Bill a jacket that he knew Bill wanted, and I had saved enough to get him another pair of beach shorts. It was fall by now, but he liked to wear them on laundry day, and I liked guessing what he had on underneath. Bill went to his room immediately and put both articles on. He looked kind of silly in a heavy jacket and shorts, but he really liked them both, and we all laughed. Dad seemed surprised that Bill was happy to spend his birthday at home. We both knew that's not typical for 20-year-old guys. After Dad went to sleep, Bill stood outside my room. "I know you want to know," he said, and he put my hand on his thigh.

"And I know you want to know too," I said. I did the same, and he could feel that I didn't have anything on under my shorts either. "Happy birthday!" I nodded back to my bed. Bill joined me at the bed. I put my hands on his waistband. I tugged just a little and stopped to look at him.

"You sure?" he asked.

"For this I am," I told him. I pulled his pants down to his ankles. There it was, in all its erect, uncut glory, just as I'd remembered it.

"Take off your shirt, Vicki," he whispered. I let go of his cock and did as he asked. He leaned down and caressed my left breast.

"Sit down," I said. He did, and I sat next to him. I resumed stroking him. I went for a couple minutes to test him, and he didn't do anything that I could possibly construe as forcing my head down. "Have you ever gotten a blow job?" I asked him.

"No. I've only had one girlfriend, and she said no the only time I asked."

I got up and knelt in front of him. "Tonight you don't have to ask," I told him. I made myself salivate and licked around his head. I pulled the foreskin back. "Let's see, how old are you now?" I asked.

"20."

I kissed his head and then various random spots on his dick, counting up until I hit 10, when I took him in my mouth. I went up and down once for each year from 11 to 19. I could tell he was near the edge, so I took him in one more time and swirled my tongue around the shaft. When I let him go, I said, "20!" Then I cupped his balls and gently took one between my thumb and forefinger and added, "And a pinch to grow an inch. Not that you need it. You're a mouthful already!" I swung my hips around and continued to suck him. Thanks to this new arrangement, he could rub any part of my body that he wanted to. I didn't stop him when he put his hands under my shorts and rubbed my pussy directly. He was about to get his finger inside, but at that moment he announced he was coming. "I wanna see it again," I told him. I let him go, and we watched it splatter over the jacket that he'd taken off.

I retrieved a towel that I saw in his laundry basket in the corner. I knelt in front of the new jacket and started wiping Bill's cum off it. As I did, I could feel my shorts being tugged down. I lifted my right knee, and Bill pulled my shorts down to my shin. I switched knees, and soon my shorts were off. I felt him separating my legs and wondered what he had in mind. I felt his hair against both legs, and when I sat up to look down, he was under my pussy. "We didn't finish what we started the other night," he said. I got back on all fours. He tugged on my left pussy lip and sucked it into his mouth, then did the same with the right. He darted his tongue up and down the length of my pussy several times, occasionally grazing my clit. I gyrated my hips involuntarily, which created the same circles he'd been making before. On one of those circles, he got it dead center on my lips just as I lowered my hips, and his tongue went inside me. He reached up and put his hands on my butt cheeks to hold my pussy close to him. He couldn't get it in very far, but his moist tongue around my lips was the best thing I'd felt in a couple years, certainly better than my own fingers. To make it easier for him, I stopped rotating my hips and started bucking them. I don't know if he felt discouraged or just creative, but he moved his tongue to the upper part and added his index finger. The finger accomplished what his tongue couldn't. "You're getting puffy. Is that good?" he asked.

"It's great," I answered. Bill flipped me over and gave me a more conventional top-to-bottom cunt licking. I saw a picture of Dad on Bill's nightstand and suddenly remembered we weren't alone. I strained to whisper, "Make me come!" It only took a couple more swipes of his tongue before he did.

When we'd both recovered, Bill said, "Well, I guess I know what to get you for YOUR birthday."

Dad got a lot worse the next week, and he died within a month. One of the last things he said before we lost him was telling both of us, "Take care of each other," and we promised to. Bill didn't touch me for several weeks. When I asked him, he said blamed himself for Dad's death because he briefly had the thought that once it happened, we wouldn't have to sneak around. I assured him there wasn't any connection, although I started to wonder whether Dad had suspected what was going on. We didn't have another opportunity for a week after that.

Dad left the house to Bill and me, and we decided to keep living there together. We sold Dad's bed and bought a king-sized bed to share. Coincidentally, the bed arrived the same day that we finalized the transfer of the deed to our names. We put some nice sheets on the mattress, and then Bill went to his room to get ready for bed. He came back wearing a bath robe. I was under the covers. He opened the robe just enough that I couldn't see his dick, but I could see he was naked underneath. "You like?"

"I like," I said.

He pulled a small box of condoms out of the pocket and tossed it to me. If I had been worried about his maturity before, I wasn't any more. "Welcome home," he said.

I opened the box and tore one off at the perforation. "Same to you," I added. Now naked, Bill put the robe over the post on the headboard and lifted the covers. "Surprise!" I said. I was naked too. He climbed in next to me, put his arms around me and kissed me.

"I love you, Vicki," he said.

"I love you, too, Bill," I said, running my hand over his hip. We shared a long kiss while he stroked my pussy lips. I responded by moving my hips closer. He put his index finger and middle finger on either side of my inner labia and caressed the outer area. That made me want him even more. I pulled him closer to kiss him, and he moved his fingers out of the way. I could feel his cock against my leg. He was trying to hump me from the side. "Careful," I told him. "You're getting wet already."

He pulled back, and I reached up for a condom. I opened it and rolled it over his dick. It seemed more beautiful this time, and I realized it was because I was acknowledging that it belonged to the man I loved. "Now?" he asked meekly.

I rolled onto my back. "Now," I answered.

Bill crawled on top of me and slowly slid inside me. It dawned on me that the last time I'd had honest-to-goodness sex, I was only a little older than Bill was now. He was kissing my neck and moving his hips around, touching areas that hadn't been touched in years, and a few spots that had never been touched. After several minutes of exchanging "I love you, Vicki!" and "Oh, Bill!" I could sense that he was close. "Come inside me, honey!" I moaned.

"Really?" he asked. He stopped thrusting and started to pull out.

I pushed him back in, almost in a panic. "No, not that! I want you to come in the condom ... that's inside my cunt."

"Oh," he said. "You really had me going there." It took him a few seconds to get hard again, but soon I could feel his dick expand and contract as the semen pulsed through it. He let himself fall on top of me and panted. When he wasn't hard at all any more, he climbed off me and pulled the condom off. "That was great," he told me.

"It was," I agreed. "I never had a boyfriend who was willing to wait as long as we did."

"So I'm your boyfriend now?" Bill asked.

"We are what we are," was all I could answer. "I'm not saying I didn't love the other guys I've fucked, but ... they're not you, so I didn't love 'em the way I love you."

He said, "I love you, too." The way he said it, if he were a girl, he probably would have said a long, "Awwww," first.

"Put another one on," I told him. He did, and this time it was my turn to climb on top. I didn't just ride him like a cowboy; I think I was actually moving the way I've seen kids move when they pretend to ride a horse. My tits jiggled back and forth until Bill raised his head and took my right one in his mouth. When he started sucking on it, I ground my crotch into his even harder than before.

"Oh, God, oh, God," Bill moaned.

"Coming again so soon?" I asked between thrusts.

"Yeah!" he shouted.

I sat up straight and waited. "Hmmp," I said.

"Sorry, I thought I could hold back longer than that."

"No, that's not the problem," I explained. "When I said I wanted you to come inside me, and then I said I meant inside a condom? I was right the first time."

"Huh?"

"I really did want to feel it inside ME. I could see you tensing up, and when you moved your legs up, it gave me a really great sensation, but I wanted to actually feel you coming. More than that. I wanted to feel your cum!"

"Between a rock and a hard place, aren't we? 'Cause you wanna feel it inside you, but you probably don't wanna get pregnant any more than I want you to."

"I know what to do," I told him, and I got on all fours. "There's more than one place for me to feel it."

"Holy shit!" Bill exclaimed. "I've never been with a girl who--I've never even had the nerve to ask!"

"I've never done it either," I told him. "It'll be the first time for both of us." We had a little difficulty, since I was an anal virgin, but he was as gentle as I needed him to be, and his warm cum felt almost as good in my ass as it did the last time I'd let a guy come directly in my pussy. I lay down with my back to him and his arm around me, and we lay there for a while before Bill got up to turn the lights off.

When he came back to bed, he put his arm around me again. "Vicki?"

"Yeah?"

"All those times I shouted out how much I love you? Well, I wasn't just saying it 'cause we were fucking. I really do love you."

"I love you too, Bill." I could feel his hard dick against my butt, but we went to sleep. I would never sleep alone again.

A couple nights later I dreamed that I was sitting back on the couch while Bill ate my pussy. We were the same age in our dream as in real life, but Dad came home from work just like when we were kids. He was wearing a hat and coat like all the TV dads from the fifties and sixties. He wasn't mad at us, but he thought since I wasn't writhing and screaming Bill's name that Bill wasn't doing a good job. He said, "No, no, Son, you're doing it all wrong!" (Mind you, Dad had never worn a hat unless it was snowing, and he was never so formal as to call Bill "Son.") Now, if any woman but me were having a weird incest dream, her dad would probably tell the brother to step aside and do it himself. But my dad, being really dad-like, knelt on the floor next to Bill and told him, "Go like this, and this, ..." I couldn't see what he was showing Bill, but everything worked when Bill tried it. I spurted a load of cum on Bill's chin like a clown's joke flower. Then Bill wanted to fuck me in the ass, and he was having trouble getting inside me, so Dad got underneath us and guided Bill's dick into me. I don't remember whether my pussy actually turned into a flower when I came, but in the morning I wondered whether that was my brain's way of playing on the phrase "deflowering." I bought some lube on the way home from work the next day.




The Bastard



I'd been living in the guest room since I came to stay with them, but I never slept there again after that night. We left that room as a guest room and never moved the bed out of Bill's room. I moved my clothes into Dad's room, and we made it look like I was the only one who slept there in case a relative visited.

Bill didn't know it, but Mona's father had left him a trust fund when he died, and Dad had managed it ever since Mona went into the coma. When Dad died, the emergency provision kicked in, and Bill was able to take it for himself. It wasn't huge, but it meant that he was able to finish college without working at the same time. That meant a lot more nights where we'd just come home like a normal couple.

When we were taking care of Dad, neither of us felt like we should take a night off to do anything fun. One night after Bill's last final in December, he suggested we go ice skating. I remembered the good times we'd had when Bill and I were kids, so I gladly went along. This town didn't have an ice rink. When the ice was thick enough, they roped off an area and put up loudspeakers and a hot chocolate stand. I could barely make it ten yards onto the ice without falling, but Bill was there to pick me up. After ten minutes, my knees were ready to go home. Then someone played a slow song on the loudspeakers. I got up to head for the beach, but I saw that Bill was waiting for me to join him. "Come on, Vic, all the other couples are giving it a try."

"Don't call me Vic," I said as I took his hand. 

"Worried that someone'll know I have a sister named Victoria? Don't."

Bill pulled away too fast, and I fell. "It's not that," I explained as I got up again. "There was a creepy guy named Vic in a couple of my classes in high school." We only stayed for that song and one more.

On the way home, we passed a sporting goods store with a camping scene in the window. Bill noticed that the blanket looked like the one we'd brought on our one camping trip when we were kids. After dinner, he found it in the basement. He and Dad had planned a camping trip but cancelled it when Dad got sick. I suggested we watch a movie. Bill remembered a video that was part of a big lot we'd picked up one Saturday at a flea market. It was one of those fireplace videos, with a soundtrack of studio musicians covering romantic songs. He moved the TV in front of the fake fireplace for effect. We leaned against the couch and pretended we were in a cabin. Soon we were naked under the blanket. Bill was caressing every part of me, erogenous or not. I responded in kind, but I was too tired to do anything more than that.

Bill looked at me and said, "I know you. You have to be in serious pain if you can't screw. Why are you smiling like that?"

I was able to put my leg over his without wincing. "I like being naked under this blanket. It feels even more intimate than screwing."

He shook his head. "No, that's not it. I mean, you're not lying, but there's something else. Why are you so happy?"

"You called us a couple," I answered.

My next birthday was a Saturday. My mom was expecting me in the evening to celebrate, so Bill and I celebrated in the morning. I woke up feeling something on my pussy. It was Bill's tongue. He was licking all over the surface. "Morning, sweetheart!" he said. He licked my clit back and forth. Then he reached up to separate my pussy lips and inserted his tongue there.

"Give me a star," I told him. He ran his tongue around like he was drawing a five-point star and touched some spots that had been unattended for a while. I put my hand gently on the back of his head. He went in and sucked my pussy lips to the roof of his mouth. "Too bad you can't get my clit while you're doing that," I moaned. Without losing contact with my lips, he moved his mouth forward. His nose grazed my clit and his morning stubble tickled the lower part of my pussy. The three sensations were enough to put me over the top. "Oh, God! Shit! Gimme your cock!"

Bill swung around over me. He still had his pajama bottoms on. He was so hard that I didn't even try to get them down. I unsnapped the fly and pulled his dick out through the opening. I licked the underside and then the head, and then Bill let go of my pussy to beg me, "Take it! Take it!" I took his entire length into my mouth. He started bucking his hips, effectively doing all the work for both of us. His cock head felt like the best birthday present ever as it ran back and forth across my tongue, occasionally touching my cheeks. "Oh, God," he moaned. "I love you, Vicki. I'd do anything for you."

I let him out of my mouth and told him, "Then come for me! My pussy's not an option, but you can come for me right now." I took the head back into my mouth. He thrust his hips forward again. Because of the angle and still having pajamas on, he couldn't reach my throat, and I was fine with that. I could feel the first blast as soon as it came out, and I got to taste most of it before I swallowed it.

After Bill came in my mouth, he got off me. He kissed the side of my neck and moved up to my lips. I pulled him closer and kissed him harder. We ran our hands up and down each others' backs. He pushed me back and sucked on my nipples while he caressed my hip. He started fingering my pussy and I started stroking his cock. He sat up, and I followed suit. I tried to move closer, but his dick was in the way. When he looked down and saw how hard he was, he got up and put a condom on. I was still sitting up when he came back to the bed. Bill sat in front of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him move toward me. He moved slowly, and I could feel each inch of my inner flesh as he moved further inside me. "Make love to me," I told him.

"I do love you, Vicki," he said, pulling me up close. 

"I love you, too," I assured him. We both started mashing our hips together. He took each of my hands in his and raised them up. That allowed him to kiss my neck, front, left and right. We got into an erotic tug-of-war where each of us was trying to lie back and get the other on top. After a long battle, I won. I could feel his balls slapping me with every thrust and soon I could feel his cock expand and contract as he came.

"That's a first for me," I told him.

"You've never done it sitting before?"

"I've never had birthday sex before. How 'bout you?"

"Only if you count the blow job you gave me last time."

"So you just went down on me 'cause you figured you owed me?"

"No, Vicki! I did it because I knew you'd like it, and I want you to have a good birthday."

"In that case, fuck me again. I'm the birthday girl!"

The entire conversation took place with him still on top of me and inside me. In a shared moment of weakness, neither of us thought to take off the old condom, let alone put on a new one. We were reminded of this when it came loose. Two loads must have been too much for that poor condom to take. Bill evidently felt his dick moving freely almost as soon as I felt his cum inside my pussy walls, because he cried, "Shit!"

"What?" I asked. I didn't really have to ask, because I was thinking about the same thing. "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm sorry," Bill said as he pulled out.

There was no condom on his dick. I rolled onto my back and ordered, "Get it out!"

Bill reached inside my cunt, felt around for the condom and pulled it out. It was not a sexy feeling, despite the motions involved. "Dammit. I wanted this to be your best birthday ever, not your worst!"

I moved to the side and pulled him down beside me. "Nothing you've ever done will make this a bad birthday." He stopped shaking. "I promise you." I was glad he didn't ask what I meant, because at that moment I was wondering where to get emergency contraception. Then he showed me my present. During the fall, we'd been raking leaves and he took a picture of us posing like "American Gothic". He blew that up to portrait size, and we hung it by the front door. I liked it so much that I dragged him into the bathroom, started the shower and told him to join me. We both undressed in a hurry. He ate my pussy again while I washed his hair. He turned me around and washed my back. The soap made it easier when he slid his cock into my ass. Just as I'd done with his blow job, he counted out my age as he thrust into me. Through either luck or very good self-control, he timed it so that he came just as he announced, "24!" This load of his cum was worry-free.

It wasn't my worst birthday, but it looked like it was going to be. My mom was unrelenting about my prospects for both marriage and work, and she wanted to know if I was applying everywhere or just locally. I assured her I wasn't limiting my options. I chuckled as I thought, "on either front." I was so upset that on the way home, I thought I'd actually like it if I were already pregnant just so I could flaunt it in front of her. I rushed home, planning to tell Bill what I wanted. The reader thinking ahead might wonder whether this was the exchange that opened my story. It's not. When I got through the door, I gave the game away. I started stripping my clothes off and told him, "Fuck my brains out. Please! I wanna wave my nine-month belly in my mom's face and tell her I'm having your welfare baby!"

He wouldn't go for it. "Not like this," he said. "You're too upset." Have I mentioned how wonderful my man is? And to think, I was this close to combining two kinds of sex into angry birthday sex. (I may still have that one day. You never know!) "And welfare baby? Really? We're doing better than that."

I laughed at myself. "I know. She'd just assume we were going on welfare because I'm not married, and that's about the worst thing I could do in her eyes."

Shortly after that, I went on the Pill. Happily, my doctor didn't pry. She asked if I was already sexually active, and when I said yes, she said to keep using a back-up for the first few months without asking anything about him.

On the anniversary of Dad's death, we went to the cemetery together. I told Dad, "You told us to take care of each other. I've done my best for Bill, and he's been wonderful to me." I didn't say anything about us being lovers. It wasn't because I was afraid there might be someone nearby who knew us. In my mind, I was trying to keep it a secret from him! When I was done, Bill started to say something, and then he got on his knees. I couldn't understand most of what he said because he was crying so hard, but I picked up on one thing I hadn't realized before: I was the only family Bill had left! At that moment I understood what a serious responsibility I'd undertaken.

Not long after, Bill was paying the utilities when he noticed that it had been exactly a year since the deed to the house had transferred to our names. Since it was the first public thing that had both our names in it, we started using it as our anniversary. Around our third "anniversary," my doctor wouldn't renew my birth control prescription because of an issue with my blood pressure. Ironically, the same condition made it inadvisable for me to get pregnant. She got me an IUD while we worked out the blood pressure issue. A year and a half later, my blood pressure was under control. I wanted to go back on the Pill, but my doctor wanted to test me for a few more months, so she took out the IUD, and we used condoms until it was safe.

By that time Bill had finished college and we were both working full time. I worked in an environment where everyone went by their first name, so no one knew that the person with the same last name that I'd listed as my emergency contact was my brother and not my husband. On our fifth anniversary, we had just finished making love when Bill told me, "When Dad died, we promised to take care of each other. We've been doing that for five years. Six, if you count the time we were taking care of him too. I intend to keep that going. I want to marry you, Vicki."

"You know that's impossible," I told him. "But if it makes you feel any better, if we could do it, I'd go with you to find a minister or a judge right now. I'd do anything for you."

"I want to tell everyone about you. I hate hiding it."

"Me too, honey. My mom is still dropping hints about finding at least a boyfriend. I haven't figured out how to tell her I've got one."

For Bill's next birthday, I gave him an envelope that bore the name of Dad's lawyer. He read the heading on the first page and asked, "Is this what I think it is?"

"A living will with all the bells and whistles. You get everything if I die. You can also decide whether to donate my organs. You can make medical decisions for me. You can manage my finances if I lose my mind."

"You did all this without waiting for me to do the same? That's confidence."

"Not really. I'm already the only family you have, so I'd have all those things by default. You just moved ahead of Mom in the order of succession. Oh, and by the way, donate anything they can use."

"So it really is like we're married."

"I can't claim your pension when you die, and they can make us testify against each other if we decide to start a life of crime. Other than that, yeah."

Around the same time, we went to a ball game. I'd had a beer, so I was slightly less inhibited. They announced the Kiss Cam, and Bill kissed me. When we found out we were on screen, I kissed him back harder. I thought about moving my tongue to make it look like I was sucking his dick, but instead I just opened my mouth and pulled him backward. The camera turned away just in time to let the viewers use their imaginations. (If they hadn't, the whole world would have seen Bill get to second base!) The club had added a new feature where the couple that fans liked the best won a prize, and we won! We're only casual fans, so we passed up the ticket package in favor of a jewelry gift certificate. We took that as a sign from God, or Dad, or someone up there. He remembered that one of his online acquaintances became a minister over the 'net, so we bought rings and exchanged vows without a license. I made it a point to take my ring off when I saw Mom.

Not long after that, it was Bill's turn to comfort me. Several of my friends had posted baby announcements. One of them was adopting. When your friends have given up on having kids, you're not supposed to be trying to avoid it. Bill asked me point-blank, "So do you want children?"

"Maybe," I said tearfully. "I've never had a chance to think about it because we always considered it a disaster if it would happen."

"Why would it be a disaster?" Bill asked. I could tell it was not a rhetorical question.

"Do I have to spell it out? People would know we've been having sex!"

"And then what?"

"They'd ... think we're weird. We'd be ostracized."

"That's it?"

I couldn't tell if he was really this dense or just pretending for the sake of discussion. "Isn't that enough?"

"I just ... Well, you might have been worried about whether we can afford a baby."

"I took a course on human sexuality once, and the professor said that if everyone waited till they could afford it to have kids, the human race would die out. We're doing fine."

"Or whether we'd be good parents."

"I've never doubted myself, and I think you'll be great, judging by what you're like as my husband."

"I don't have any other family. The only friends who know anything about my home life know you as my girlfriend, and they don't know your last name. That leaves your family. As far as I can tell, that means your mom and no one else, right?"

"Right."

"I'm not gonna do anything that would come between you and your mom."

"What about the past five years? You don't think that would come between us?"

"If she knew. What I mean is, having a baby would force it into the open, and I'm not going to do anything that would make that happen unless you decide it's what you want."

It got more complicated after that. For medical reasons, I couldn't take the Pill any more, so we went to condoms and not-vaginal. The condoms were a nuisance, but doing more sucking and ass-fucking were a nice consolation.

One night we were watching a movie about a mine that caved in back in the 70's, and two of the people that were trapped were a gay couple. Both of them survived. After the rescue, when there were dozens of TV and newspaper reporters around, one of them grabbed a mike and said, "I've learned that life is too short. I'm Larry. This"--he pulled the other guy in front of the camera with him--"is Greg. I love him with all my heart, and I want the world to know it. Give us your worst, world. We can take it!"

Bill turned to me and said, "We know how that feels, don't we?" I nodded in agreement.

The next day I told Bill I didn't want to go back on the Pill, and he was okay with it. The exchange that opened this story took place a few months later.

He slipped his naked cock inside me. It wasn't fully erect when he entered me, but he got it up in a hurry. He was thrusting with abandon. "Yes! Yes!" I cried. "Fill my womb! Get me pregnant!" He moved his hips, like he always does, and held me tight while he jostled my tits.

"You want me to make you a mommy, don't you?" he asked. I nodded. "You wanna have a little bastard, don't you?"

"Please don't say that," I said.

"I'm gonna come!" he yelled. "Are you ready?"

I nodded. He gave me one more thrust, and I yelled, "I was wrong! I was wrong!"

He was already coming inside me and he tried to pull out. "You picked a hell of a time to change your mind!"

I pulled him down face to face and then held his butt so he couldn't move backward. "That's not what I was wrong about. I said I don't care whether it happens, but I do care. I want it. I want us to make a baby!"

Bill kissed me and answered, "Then I want it to happen too." He tried to thrust his hips again, but by that point he'd already unloaded.

We lay together for the next few minutes. "Please don't say 'bastard,'" I told him.

"Why not?" Bill asked.

"Because the man I love more than anything is a bastard, and I can't stand to hear it used as an insult."

Once in a while, one of us would look down at our conjoined sexual organs and wonder, and the other would smile hopefully. For the next two weeks we fucked like teenagers until I got my period. We resumed trying as soon as we could, with a little help from a leaflet I picked up on charting your cycle.

Last night we went clothes shopping. The pants I'd put on in the morning were a little snug, but I was able to wear them for one more day. I caught my reflection in a glass window coming into work, and for the first time I saw a little bulge. I had Bill take my picture in front of the store sign, then standing next to a mannequin and finally modeling one of several shirts that I don't need yet. It's one of those interchangeable tops with the pleats just below the bust. The whole world can finally see our love in bloom!



The Bastard



Hi, I'm back again.

I have been busy with four stories in various stages of completion. I was writing a BTB when inspiration struck for this one. I was reading a JPB story, one of the masters of this genre, when a line jumped out and grabbed me.

"I had given her everything she wanted car, jewelry, clothes."

Hmm I thought, if he had given her everything why is she with somebody else?

Also two couples I know have recently split in both cases the guys feel blindsided and didn't realize there was a problem and the girls say they don't know how they stuck it out so long.

So this story evolved really quickly and the others ended up on the back burner.

An apology to Stangstar06 for the use of one of his plot devices, a Mustang, in this story. 

Thanks to Shelves for editing this submission and educating me on the difference between English English, American English and for trying to understand my dodgy Australian English.

There are a couple of Australian words in this story I probably should explain. "Mate" is a way of addressing a friend or somebody you have forgotten the name of. E.g. "How are you going mate." The other word is "Ute" short for utility vehicle, similar to an American pickup. Google Holden WB Ute and you will get the idea.

WARNING: This story involves wives being unfaithful so if that's not you're thing or you have been recently bruised by a relationship you best skip it.

This is fiction, all characters and situations are the result of my overactive imagination.

I hope you enjoy.

CharlieB4

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I'm a bastard, a complete and utter bastard but hey, I'm enjoying myself. I wasn't always a bastard, I was in your class at school. While you and your mates were partying after school and planning your university careers, I was packing groceries. You came home with a beautiful girl on your arm and a good job and I was assistant manager in the same small grocery store I had stacked shelves in 5 years before

I was probably at your wedding. Up the back, at the table with your dodgy uncle. You know the one your mother said you had to invite! Even though you know he is going to make a fool of himself. I played in your footy team but you probably don't remember me. I was one of the guys who made up the numbers every week to allow you and the others to shine.

Then came the kids, I was there for the wetting of the babies heads. Shit! We were seriously pissed on those nights, smoking cigars, talking crap. I didn't get an invite to the christening or the massive first birthday parties but I didn't have a child or a partner so I guess we move in different circles.

I see more of your mother and your wife than I do of you. They come to my store now, yeah that's right! It's my store now. The old bugger that worked me like a slave for five years only had a daughter and she wasn't interested in the store. I did a deal with Mr. Hallstone, he left most of his money in the business and I paid him off gradually. When I almost had it paid off the clothing store next door came up for sale. Mr. Hallstone came to my rescue investing some of his money back into my business allowing me to expand. Over the next three years I bought the butcher on the other side of me and the green grocer who had been next to the clothing store.

Our little town now had it's own little supermarket! I couldn't compete with the big boys in the larger towns on price, just didn't have the scale. So I concentrated on service, home delivery, taking shopping bags to the car for customers. I had a phone service. You ring up with your list, we collect it, put it on your account, then drop it in your boot when you drive up. Drive thru' for groceries! 

Being super helpful to the young mums, they just want to get in and out. Take the time to talk to the old ladies, do a little flirting with the widows. Shopping may be their only social outlet. Slip the little kids a lolly when mum's not looking. Most importantly if you see a man wondering aimlessly with a list, get in there and help him get out fast. He will be eternally grateful and so will the rest of your customers. Confused men wandering alone around shops make people nervous. 

I also made sure I employed locals, lots of locals. Married mums who needed a little extra cash, high school seniors looking to save some money for a gap year overseas. Retirees whose pension didn't cover expenses. People love it when they know the person at the check out or stacking shelves. They stop and talk, it just makes shopping a more pleasant experience.

Sponsorship was the other big thing, sling a few bucks to the sporting clubs, free sausages for the junior's BBQ, fruit for their half time breaks. It all added up to people feeling obligated to shop in my store. It worked, I'm thirty five and now I have three stores in three towns all working on the same principle, support your community and they will support you.

To get that far from nothing I had to make sacrifices, one of them was relationships with girls. I didn't lose my virginity till I was twenty two. It was a drunken hook up after a football function, not very satisfying for either of us. Apart from a few other occasions I didn't get much action for the next six years. I was very lucky not to have developed callouses on my left palm.

Coming up to my twenty eighth birthday I made a decision to get professional help. Scouring the classifieds I avoided the brothels advertising in the nearest large town. Last thing I needed was someone recognizing me going in or coming out and reporting back. There were a couple of smaller advertisements and one in particular intrigued me. 

New to town. Busty blonde 30yr old. Private residence with discreet entrance. Massage to full service. I'd love to meet you.

I rang the number and got a answering machine, the message explained that for her own security and to stop prank calls if you left your number she would ring back. I hung up before the beep, not wanting to leave any connection -- I wanted to stay anonymous. Two hours later after thinking about it again I rang and left my number. Five minutes later she rang back. She had sounded very nice on the phone and explained that she liked to meet new customer somewhere neutral at first in a social setting to make sure it was right for both parties. 

We met at a coffee shop the next Saturday, she looked great maybe closer to thirty five than thirty. We chatted for half an hour, April explained she had worked as an high end escort in Sydney to supplement her income as an artist. As age and gravity started to take effect her agency suggested surgery but she sold up and moved to the country instead. Art was still her first love but she as hoping to get a small regular client base to help pay the bills.

April certainly fitted what I as looking for and I made a time for my first visit the next Wednesday evening. So started a relationship that continued for six years. Three times a month on a Wednesday evening initially for forty five minutes but later for two hours I would have my needs met and April got her bills paid. I guess it was expensive but compared to my friends with wives and partners just spent on their weddings I probably got out of it cheaply.

At first given the time I could afford it was all about sex but later we got to talk a lot. We spoke about everything, art, politics, philosophy, sport and current events. I remember I once visited four days out from an federal election and we argued for the entire two hours. She gave me a quick blowjob then pushed me out the door. The next week she cancelled saying she was sick. Her party losing had more to do with it.

April taught me a lot about women. Now we all know you can never really "know" about women. You just think you've figured it out and they change everything on you. They were just basic tips like, ask open ended question, don't bang on about yourself, never ask about work and several other gems. Sexually she tutored me as well but she could be very blunt. I recall a time after we had just finished our first round, I was lying down on my back and April was sitting cross legged looking at me. 

"So what would you give me out of ten?" I inquired, feeling confident in my post orgasmic glow.

"About a six." She replied nonchalantly.

"Oh come on, you're joking! I am paying you remember." 

"Well I would certainly expect more if I was paying you!" she said with a chuckle which died in her throat as she saw the hurt on my face.

"Oh come on, you do bruise easily, don't you. I tell you what, I'll give you a break down of your good points and not so good points."

I nodded for her to continue.

"Firstly the good, you're male, single, intelligent, funny, considerate, well off and in not bad physical shape. Now for the not so good, you're male!" 

She cracked up laughing at her joke, I poked my tongue out. She eventually calmed down.

"Alright...... Ha..... Alright, I'll be serious! Your not so good points, number one stays, you're male and as clueless as to what is going on in a woman's head as all the rest. Next, you still dress like your mother buys your clothes. Three, you're not in bad shape but you could be better. The competition in your age group are growing around their middle. If you join a gym and harden up, you jump higher up the score sheet. Four, become interesting. Five, I'm sure you know that you're not above average in the wedding tackle department. That precludes you from a nine or a ten unless unless you master the last one. Number six, you suck at foreplay. Foreplay is not just rubbing your partner's nipples or fingering her pussy. It starts when you first see her and say hello and ends when she is so horny she rips her wet panties off and climbs screaming on your pole."

"So I need a penis extension." I said tiredly.

"No! No! No! You missed the point! Having a big dick can help but not if you're clueless or an arsehole. Conversely knowing how to make yourself more interesting and attractive as well as how to make a women feel comfortable, excited, desirable and special will get you further. Basically, make a woman think you're hot and then show her that you think she is the only woman you desire. Add a nice dinner, maybe some dancing in the moonlight and by the time you get this girl to your bed she will be screaming for it and your little finger could get her off! Put in a few extra moves in the sack, you know a slow sensual massage, maybe mild restraints and tickling and even your modest equipment will have her raving to her friends about your incredible prowess."

"So all I need to do is, buy new clothes, join a gym, learn how to dance. Ummm what was next?..... Become interesting? How the fuck do I do that?"

"Getting away from the place you have lived you're whole life would be a start! Travel. See the world, experience different cultures and get some perspective! Then when you come home you can experience the "new kid in town" syndrome."

"What? Like The Eagles song?"

"Yeah, you walk back into your shop and everybody says how was your holiday? What did you do? See? You are immediately interesting."

"Ummm I'll take it under advisement, but for now how about we work on the foreplay!" I said reaching for her breasts.

She slapped my hands away. "That's just what I had in mind!" April laid down, face first beside me. "There's some lavender oil in the drawer on your side of the bed, get it out and you can start by massaging my back!"

And so began my education, April took care of the foreplay although I think she took advantage of it. I was rubbing her feet, washing her hair, hell I even had to cook her dinner. I joined a gym in a nearby town. For my wardrobe April suggested a menswear store in the same town. It was run by a guy who laughed when I told him his brief.

"I don't won't to look like my mother buys my clothes."

"At your age it's no point trying to keep up with fashion, you look like a try hard! Best to stick with the classics, Ralph Lauren, Diesel, maybe some Armarni?"

So I left there with my credit card right up to its limit. I had been talking about learning to dance with the guy and he suggested I start by taking a few ballroom dancing classes his sister runs. 

"Older guys lose the ability to move in time with the music, ballroom has rules and conventions which makes it easier for a guy to pick up, it's like the Ikea of dance. You know step 1 then step 2 etc. Once you have mastered the basics then you can move into the Latin styles and get a bit loose."

I rang his sister, she sounded nice. I explained I didn't have a partner but she said that was no problem because there were always more women wanting to learn than men so I would have plenty of partners.

The travel was a little trickier, I had never been away from my businesses for more than a couple of days. It was a bit of a wrench but I'm very glad I did it. It forced me to trust someone else rather than doing everything myself. I learned a lot about delegating and also who in my staff were up to the job. There were a few problems at times but that would have happened if I was home or not.

Traveling by yourself is daunting so I took the cheats way and became a sports tourist. Again this was April's idea, she had been working in Sydney during the 2000 Olympics.

"Busiest four weeks of my life, the city was jumping! Parties on the street's every night, people from all over the world wanting to have a good time. I made almost a third of my annual income that month but it was just as well because it was a ghost town after. Everybody was partied out. "

So I went to the rugby world cup in 2007 in France. What a wonderful three weeks, Paris, Marseille, Lyon, Provence, Monaco and a few days in London on the way home. I watched rugby, I saw the sights, the Louvre, Arc de Triomphe, took a battlefield tour and I drank lots of beer and wine. To my surprise I actually got lucky a few times, always drunken one night stands but enjoyable none the less. It enabled me to try a few moves that April had taught me.

Once I got home I was already planning my next trip the 2008 Olympics in Bejing. It didn't quite live up to the previous trip but was okay. In 2009 I watched the Steelers beat the Cardinals in the Super Bowl in Florida, then went back to the states later in the year to watch two of the triple crown horse races, the Preakness Stakes in Maryland and the Belmont Stakes in New York. In the three weeks between I flew to New Orleans hired a car and drove around as much as I could before heading back to New York. It was different from the tribal nature of sporting tournaments but at least the locals spoke English, well sort of.

I needed that patriotic thing again in 2010 so I went to South Africa for the FIFA World Cup? I still travel, I make sure I spend at least three weeks overseas a year. Next time it's back to France for the Tour de France.

About six months ago I got some bad news, April was going overseas. She had won an art scholarship to study in Italy. I was happy for her but I was also a little heart broken. She sold everything but her clothes, she wasn't coming back. I took her for a weekend at a five star hotel just before she flew out. I think she was a bit worried when I suggested it.

"This isn't "pretty woman"! You don't get to marry the whore at the end."

"I know,... I can get separate rooms if you like!"

"No! Don't be silly, how about we make it your final exam," she said grinning. "Let's see if you can get close to a ten!"

So that's what happened, I picked her up Friday night and drove to Sydney. I had booked into the Intercontinental, requesting a harbors view corner room high enough up so we could see both the harbor bridge and the opera house. It was set up as a twin share. I had explained to the reception desk that I was sharing with a lady but I was unsure if I would be "sharing" with her.

"The twin share's here are perfect for that! It's set up as twin share but if all goes well for you then you can push them together." She explained.

It was a bit late when we arrived so we ate room service looking over the lights of the harbor. I inquired about the sleeping arrangements.

"They are just fine as they are. It takes more than a room service dinner and a bottle of wine to get into these panties."

I didn't sleep much that night, April had come out of the bathroom after brushing her teeth in a short, sheer, baby doll nighty. It was just as well I was in bed so I could hide my instant erection. She walked slowly towards me her breasts swaying slightly, stopping at the edge of my bed she bent over and kissed me good night on the cheek. Then she moved her mouth closer to my ear as she whispered.

"I hope you have a big day planned tomorrow." Her hand moved down my body outside the blanket, stopping to rub my erection. "I would hate for this new lingerie to go to waste!"

I had a boner all night.

After breakfast the next day we went to the Sydney Art Gallery. April was like a kid in a lolly shop. Almost running between the rooms gushing about the paintings. I had more fun than I thought, her enthusiasm was infectious as she explained the different styles and nuances of the pictures. Then it was a walk across the CBD to the Museum of Contemporary Art. April was once again enthralled but a lot of it was a bit far out for me.

A leisurely lunch in a cafe overlooking the water followed by a stroll through the botanic garden. We found a grassy bank in he shade of a large Morton Bay fig and laid down to let our lunch settle. We talked about Italy and home, I lamented my loss of a sexual partner.

"Oh come on! There must be plenty of women wanting a piece of the new you!" April exclaimed.

"There have been a few, but unfortunately their interest seems to be more centered on my house and bank account than my sexual needs!"

"Really? Surely not." She wasn't convinced.

"You had better believe it! Single mums and divorcee's are beating a path to my door but they want a ring. They have been down the romance and love street before and now they are looking for security."

"Why not go for the ones who have the security but are missing the fun?"

"What do you mean?" I asked back puzzled.

"The married ones! They have the ring and the house. They also have a husband working six days a week and playing golf or fishing on the seventh. He probably hasn't taken her out to dinner for a year and then it was only to the cheap steak night at the pub. Dancing? The theatre? That would have been fifteen years ago. They've got kids and responsibilities but no fun."

"But won't that get complicated?"

"Not if you pick the right ones. You've got a shop in town so you or at least your staff should have a good idea of loose married women around town. Find that out and rule number one, avoid them like the plague."

"Umm, that doesn't seem to make sense, shouldn't they be my first priority!"

"Not unless you want everybody to know about it! How do you think they got the reputation. What you need to target is the happily married ones."

"Now you're really confusing me! Doesn't being happily married rule them out!"

"Try this pop quiz, how many happily married men do you know?"

"I don't know, maybe twenty five. What as that got to do with it?"

"How many of them would cheat on their wives if the opportunity arose and they thought they wouldn't get caught?"

"Well, that's different! Men are different to women!"

"Answer the question! And remember I have inside information!"

Every year I had a big poker night at my house and I mean big. Invite only, usually about twenty to thirty guys. The first couple of years was just cards and a few XXX videos going on a loop. After I met April I inquired if she would come and serve beer in a bikini or topless. She declined but she did line up two other girls to do it, they started off topless and by the end of the night were nude. Needless to say my invitations became highly sought after and the girls liked to work them because I gave them an hourly rate and on top of that they were getting plenty of "tips". At my last party two months ago there were four girls working the floor.




The Bastard



"Oh, um, four or five I guess."

"Bullshit, the girls didn't make that much money off just five guys this year!"

"Are you talking sex or blow jobs and hand jobs."

"Alright Bill Clinton, I'm talking about any time a guy cums with a girl's help."

"Well, err, I'm not counting lap dances but probably twelve."

"So just under fifty percent of your married friends would cheat."

"But not all the guys at the party are married!" I counted.

"Alright then, how many of the guys who are married would get with the girls?"

"Maybe eight, but it's different for girls."

"Bullshit! I'll grant you it might not be as high as your thirty percent but I'd say it's fifteen, could even be twenty."

"Now that's bullshit!" I exclaimed

"Have you ever been fishing?"

"Stop changing the subject!"

"Humor me, have you been fishing?"

"A couple of times I never really got it."

"You mean you never caught anything!"

"Well that too I suppose."

"Did some of your companions catch anything?"

"Yeah, Steve. He could catch a shark in a puddle. He just threw in a line and they seemed to jump on it."

"He just had the right bait and technique, it's the same for happily married women. You dangle the right bait, the right way and some will bite."

"Now you're comparing women to fish?"

"No, just explaining basic biology, some of those married women are hungry. Hungry for attention, complements and excitement! Probably not for wild sex but if you treat them right, be discreet, you will get all the action you want. And that action comes with no strings, as long as you don't endanger their domestic bliss."

On that afternoon " a bastard" was born! Well almost, more like a seed was planted and in a couple of months germinated and grew into a despicable low life.

The rest of that day is etched into my memory, after another stroll back our room we opened a bottle of Champagne and toasted the night to come. After dressing we caught a taxi to the only Michelin star restaurant in Sydney for a sumptuous eight course degustation. We rolled out the door and rather than get a taxi back walked along a road with various nightclubs along its length. There were lines stretching back forever from a couple and high powered techno blasting from speakers above the bouncers heads. Further along we found a basement club with a swinging jazz band that after a short wait we got into and danced till the wee hours. We got back to the room about two thirty, I thought the night would end with us in separate beds again but once inside April pounced on me. We had danced close in the club to lots of slow songs. I had to twist my hips a little so I didn't poke my erection into her, she had put her head on my shoulder but we hadn't kissed. In fact we had never really kissed, not until we got back to the room that night. 

"Push those beds together while I get changed." she said.

I pushed them together then stripped off my clothes and hopped into bed expectantly. April emerged in the same shear baby doll lingerie she had worn the night before and it's effect on me was also identical. I pulled back the covers to allow her to get in and she saw my erection.

"I hope you haven't started without me?"

"Not a chance!" I growled grabbing her tightly.

Remembering her lessons I eased back intent on caressing her but she grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts.

"Dinner and dancing was all the foreplay I needed, I want that cock in me now!"

"I'll just grab a condom." I made to get out of bed.

"No need for that!" April groaned, " you're not paying for this one."

She pushed me down and climbed on top. I could feel the heat and the moisture of her sex at the head of my cock. As she slid down my body I began to enter her. For the first time without that rubber barrier.

"God! That feels soooo good." I gasped, running my hands up her legs and cupping her arse.

April stopped short of full penetration, I thrust up in frustration.

"Easy boy! This is my ride, you just lie back and enjoy it!"

Giggling she began moving her hips in a circular motion as she rose up and down my dick. Still not allowing me fully inside, I tried pulling her down further. April peeled my hands off her butt and brought them up to her breast.

"Concentrate on these for a while!" she said as she continued her slow deliberate movements.

I moved my hands around her breast avoiding the nipples which were swollen and a deep red. April's movements became quicker, I looked up, her eyes were half closed, nostrils flared, lips slightly parted as her breathing rate increased. With my middle fingers I traced the areolas around each nipples causing her to gasp and wobble her breasts in an effort to get her nipples stimulated.

I moved my hands up to her shoulders then with only my thumb and forefinger touching her skin, slid them back down till they were once again either side of April's nipples. The anticipation got to her and she bottomed out on my cock. I grabbed those sweet nipples, rubbing them gently as she groaned and ground herself down on my dick.

"Ohhh! Ohhh fuck!" she gasped as she started rocking backwards and forwards.

April was leaning forward now so I took my chance and started sucking on her tits. Putting my hands back on her hips I pushed as she rocked back and drove my hips up, impaling her harder with my cock. I allowed her to move forward before pushing her back onto my dick again.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" April chanted, "Fuck me! Don't stop! Fuck me!"

My balls were boiling, I wanted to make it last but it was just too good.

"I'm going to cum!" I warned her.

April went into overdrive, working herself into a frenzy as she slammed down on me.

"I'm close! Just hold on!" her head went back and her hand pulled my head back up to her breasts. "Suck those titties, suck them now!"

I went from one to the other sucking as much as I could into my mouth and giving the nipples a tongue lashing. Our bodies were slapping together, the tickle in my balls moved up and I couldn't stop it.

"Soorry, I can't hold on! Ohhh shit! Here it cums!" 

"Yeah! Ohhh yeah! I'm cumming too!" April moaned as she sat up straight, mashing her clit into my pubic bone. I held her hips tight as I pumped my load inside her.

After the peak had past she leaned forward again, I put my arms around her and pulled her close mashing her breasts against my chest. My cock softened and slipped out, April straightened her legs and now lay prone on top of me. I started lightly tracing circles on her back with my finger nails as she nuzzled my neck.

"How did that score?" I inquired.

"Much to soon to talk about scores, I have to see what your recovery rate is like." she lifted herself up onto an elbow and looked down at me. " But I can tell you that was a great start!" 

She kissed me lightly on the lips and then harder her tongue moving inside my mouth to fight with its occupant. I could feel my dick stirring again between our bodies. She pushed herself up onto her elbow and then slid off me to one side. Her hand moved down and she grasped my dick.

"And it feels like we might be having a good middle!" she giggled.

"I don't know, it might be a flash in the pan."

"Well I guess I'll have to find out!" April kissed her way down my body and then engulfed my cock. We fucked again then slept. The next morning we leisurely explored each other before we got into it again. After a shower and breakfast it was time to take her to the airport. I unloaded her bags onto a trolley at the drop off zone.

"Don't come inside, let's say good bye here." April said brushing her hair behind her ear.

We hugged and I kissed her on the cheek. I was about to return to the drivers seat when I remembered something.

"Hey! You never gave me a score!"

She turned back from her trolley and eyed me coolly. "9, there's always room for improvement!"

April laughed, then continued pushing her trolley into the airport. 

I returned home and threw myself into my work, I was a little heartbroken. I think part of me had fallen for the whore with a heart of gold. I put sex on the back burner but after two months I was like a four balled Tom-cat that had just escaped from the pound. 

Marjorie Johnson came in for an interview for a job in my store. She was a double divorcee with three kids by three different guys. She had a reputation about the place for being very loose with both sets of lips. I saw her talking to one of the new girls on the staff, then she walked towards my office. I was in the grocery section so I intercepted her just before the door and let her in. I sat her in a chair and moved around my desk to face her. She was wearing a tight fitting top that left little to the imagination and a short black skirt. The skirt rode up as she shifted in her seat exposing flesh at the top of her stockings. Considering she had had three kids and was close to forty she looked pretty good.

I started the interview and it was going well when the staff member who Marjorie had been talking too before popped her head around the door.

"Mr Bridge's? There's a problem with scanner four." Jenny, one of the new girls said.

"Can't Jeremy deal with it!" I said testily.

"He's off doing deliveries." 

"Alright! I'll be right with you. Sorry Ms Johnson I'll be right back."

I went to the front of the shop and had a look. The scanner was frozen, it sometimes happened when two barcodes were registered at the same time. I reached underneath the counter and found the reset button. After pushing it the screen blanked and then restarted.

"You will have to scan those again," I said pointing to the groceries already packed in bags. I turned to the customer. "Sorry about that, we should get you sorted out now."

She smiled and nodded and I headed back to my office. On opening the door I was greeted with the sight of Marjorie sitting in my chair, nude. The chair was pushed back and she had her feet up on the desk edge. Her knees were spread wide and her two fingers from her left hand were rubbing her clean shaven pussy. The other hand was tweaking a fat nipple on her left breast. The effect on me in my current desperate state was immediate but April's words of warning jumped into my head. 

"Find out the loose women.... Avoid them like the plague."

Putting aside my base instincts I let Marjorie know she was out of luck.

"Please put your clothes back on Ms Johnson and leave my shop!" I said in a loud voice.

She was obviously shocked by my reaction and appeared frozen despite the open door. This was until one of the shop boys who had been out the back poked his head around the door to see what the commotion as about.

"Mr Bridges! I was only doing what you asked! You will be hearing from the police!" she blustered as she jumped up and started searching for her clothes.

"Jenny, will give a statement about the compromising position she found us in earlier! " She continued to get dressed. "My lawyer will have a field day with you, you pervert!"

I sighed, how dumb was this woman. "You do remember that I told you in the beginning that I would be recording the interview?" 

"Voice recordings can be doctored, that won't stand up!" Marjorie said with a sinister smile. "Of course you could just give me a few thousand now and we could forget about it."

I pointed up, as her eyes moved higher her smile faded. Above the door was a CCTV camera. 

"Shit!" Marjorie slumped back into my chair.

"Please get out of my office and my shop! If I ever see you in here again this video will be handed to the police and I expect you to be charged with attempted fraud or blackmail!"

Marjorie had her shoes on now and she stood and stormed out of the office.

"Fucking Fag!" She hissed as she pushed her way past me and the other onlookers who had gathered.

"Take Jenny with you on your way out!" I called after her, she turned briefly and gave me the finger then continued out of the shop. Jenny scurried out behind her.

A week later I was wondering if maybe I should have quietly closed the door and fucked the bitch. My balls were still blue and I was searching the personal classifieds at lunch time for candidates to relieve them. I walked out into the shop and noticed a woman with a nice arse bending down to get something off a lower shelf. When she stood up I saw it was Julia. 

Julia was the wife of the guy who built me a house last year, she had actually been two years ahead of me at school. At school she had been the hottest thing on campus. Bob, her husband had been the star athlete, captain of the football team, the cricket team. He had been graded by a football team in Sydney but a shoulder injury curtailed his professional career. He had come home married his sweetheart, worked for his builder dad, been player/coach for the local football side and general hometown hero ever since.

"Hi Julia."

"Hi Tim."

"Are you alright there?"

"Yes fine thanks," she said with a tired smile.

"How's Bob, I haven't seen him for a while?"

"Neither have I," she grunted.

"I thought he stopped coaching?"

"The seniors yes, but now he's coaching both our boy's junior sides. Between work and training and now games I only see them at meals. They have a pre season tournament this weekend so I will be family less."

Once again April's words flashed into my head. Look for the happily married ones who are hungry for attention, compliments and excitement. I thought what the hell, might as well aim high. I had just been sent some complimentary tickets to the theatre in a neighboring town where I sponsored the music and drama society.

"Um Julia, I've got some tickets to the theatre in Orange tonight for a musical. I'd only be going by myself so er.. do you want to come?"

I could see her weighing up the offer which I suppose was from left field. You could almost see the thoughts whirring through her head then she straightened and I waited for the decision.

"Yeah.... sure why not! I'll only be home by myself because the boys are staying over rather than drive home and back again tomorrow."

"Great, I'll pick you up around 7, hang on, how about we grab an early dinner?"

"In for a penny in for a pound, sounds great. Do you think you will get in anywhere this late?"

"Leave it to me! So lets make it a 6 o'clock pick up."

Julia looked at her watch, "I'd better get going then. I'll have to do my hair and nails, gosh what am I going to wear?"

"I'll see you at 6 then, I'd better go and get us a table somewhere."

Julia flashed me an excited smile and pushed her trolley down the aisle towards the checkout with renewed enthusiasm. I must admit I walked a little lighter back to my office.

I was going out with the object of many of my teenage wet dreams. I doubted I would get my leg over but maybe April was right, the right bait, the right technique? Anyway I could have a fun evening which would be better than sitting at home watching television. A bastard had been born.

I booked a table at a nice restaurant, it was an early booking as we had to be out for the theatre so I didn't have to twist his arm too much. I had recently purchased a block of three shops in the main street of Orange. Most of the businesses in the town had moved to two new mall developments so the high street was dying. The shops had living quarters above them and that was something that was in short supply with a new gold mine opening up the road. I had got a builder to gut the units and do them up to executive standards. I was sure to get my investment back on the units and if I leased the shops that would be a bonus.

The mine had leased the two completed ones and the other was very close to finished. I rang the builder who assured me it was livable with only some touch up painting to go. Next I rang a large goods retailer and organized a bed, a fridge, a lounge, a dining setting and a few other little pieces to be in that apartment that afternoon. For a big order like that they said they would make the bed for me. I believed in the boy scout motto "Be Prepared."

Taking the rest of the afternoon off I went to the menswear store, the owners eyes lit up when I walked through the door. 

" Mr Bridges so nice to see you again!" I could almost see the dollar signs spinning in his eyes. "How can we help you today?"

"Hot date tonight so I'm looking for some new clothes." I said with some apprehension.

"Where are you going?"

"Dinner first then the theatre followed hopefully by dancing."

"Followed by?" He laughed as I shifted uncomfortably.

"Yes.. well, one shouldn't get one hopes too high I suppose." I said.

"Follow me and I will turn you into every women's wet dream!"

I don't know if he succeeded, a saying about a silk purse and a sow's ear comes to mind, but he certainly bashed my credit card to death.

I got home, shit, showered, shaved and dressed in my new clothes. It was time to go so I headed out to my SUV when I stopped. Special occasions called for special things. I wasn't much for bringing back trinkets from overseas but while driving around the southern states of the US between horse races I fell in love with a car. The 1969 Mustang Boss 429. I was driving through a town that was having a car show and I saw the car. I stopped and had a look around but I kept coming back to that car. When the owner started it I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Sure it burped and farted at idle but once he let that motor loose, holy shit! I had to have one. Then I found out what they were worth and I realized it would take a while. 

I made contact with a classic cars auction house and they kept me updated on any that came up for sale. Eventually last year I got one, it wasn't completely original, I got it through a "proceeds of crime" auction. Some drug dealer had bought it and pimped it up. It looked worse than a white golfer. It had some miles but it was mine. I shipped it to Australia and got a restoration place to get the worst of the crap off it. I had a devil of a job getting it registered in Australia, they just don't like cars with the steering wheel on the wrong side. I had to settle for a vintage registration which had restrictions but at least I could get it on the road. 

Tonight was the night for a Mustang so I went and got the keys to the garage and got the beast out. I pulled up outside Julia and Bob's house and I felt like a million dollars, well $560,000 actually by the time I had got it home. Julia came out in a stunning red dress, a conservative style but on her a potato sack would look sexy. I got out and scooted around to open the door for her.

"Nice car! I didn't know you had this!"

"Not many people do, I only get it out on very special occasions or for very beautiful women."

"Oh...um.. Which is it tonight?" She asked looking a little uncomfortable.

I guess that was a little to much but hey you've got to try.

"I don't go to the theatre very often!" I said trying to lighten the mood.

Julia laughed, "Did you get a dinner spot?"

"Yes, 6.30 at Sails."

"Oh, that's a bit posh. I...I thought we might grab a pub meal."

"All I could get at short notice," I lied. "Come on, in you get or we will be late."

We had an uneventful cruise to Orange, talking about everything and nothing. At dinner Julia made a fuss about how expensive it was but I told her it was fine, still she only ordered a entree. I had a main and a couple of light beers while Julia had two glasses of champagne.

At the theatre Julia felt she was underdressed but I assured her she left everybody else for dead. I enjoyed the musical more than I thought but not as much as Julia she loved it and was standing and cheering the actors at the curtain call. Afterwards we had a drink at the theatre bar and spoke to some of the actors. They were heading down to a wine bar for the post mortem and we tagged along. There was a band playing at the bar and I soon had Julia up and dancing. Between myself and one of the actors who had taken a shine to her we had Julia on the dance floor for an hour. In the short breaks she would drink a glass of champagne before being dragged back out again.




The Bastard



The band finished up and we all howled for an encore, they came back and played a couple of slower more laid back songs. At school they would have been called snogging songs and they allowed me to get closer to Julia. She had had about five glasses of champagne in the last hour so she wasn't feeling any pain as she swayed against me. Her breasts and hips brushed against me, her smell was intoxicating, she rested her head on my shoulder and I was in heaven. 

I suppose it was the time to jump in for the kill but my heart wasn't in it. The band finished up, we said good bye to the actors who were left and made for the car park. I opened her door for her then went around to the drivers side. I got in, slipped the key into the ignition, but before I started the beast I turned to Julia.

"Thanks for coming and making tonight so great!" I said and I really meant it.

"Thanks for inviting me, it's the most fun I've had for years!" 

There was an awkward silence, I was just about to turn and kick the beast into gear when Julia began leaning towards me. I thought it was for a peck on the cheek but as I turned my head slightly to reciprocate her trajectory changed and our lips met. They touched briefly then parted, we stayed close. I moved towards her and we kissed lightly again lingering longer. Next time there was no timidity, it was replaced with a hunger as we kissed with open mouths. I reveled in her taste and smell as we continued, our passion increasing. One of her hands gripped my bicep while the other was behind my head holding my head close to hers. 

With my free hand I decided to see how far this could go. I moved it to Julia's knee, then slid it up towards her thighs. Her legs parted as she allowed me full access to thighs and panties. When my hand closed over her mound she broke off our kissing gasping, I moved down trailing kisses down her neck. She pushed up against my palm groaning then pulled my head beck and continued kissing me. The moisture from her sex was soaking through her panties, I slipped my finger around the side and inside her pussy causing another groan to escape from her lips.

"Do you know somewhere more private." She gasped between kisses.

"I have an apartment in town." 

"Go! Quickly!" 

I started the car and moved out onto the road. I tried to put my hand back on her crotch but she brushed it away. Swiveling in her seat Julia lent over and began unbuttoning my fly. We were coming to a traffic light and for once I prayed that it would change to red. It did, so it gave me a chance to slide my seat back a bit. Julia had freed my rampant cock and was now sucking it for all she was worth. I was driving down the street with the most popular girl from my schooldays sucking my cock. If only it had happened fifteen years ago.

I got to the apartment before I blew which considering how long it had been between feminine touches was a miracle. We scooted up the back stairs, while I was getting the key in the lock Julia was continuing to undress me. I got it open and prayed the builder and the retailer had got everything done. In the end I don't think it would have mattered, once inside the door I only had time to flick on the light before I was pushed up against the wall. 

My shirt was already off and Julia was undoing my belt while kissing me. With the belt undone she pushed my pants and boxers down, ripping my boots off and pulling my pants off my legs. She took half a step back and looked me up and down.

"You know you're in pretty good shape! She said with a hint of admiration.

Her appraisal done she was on me again, kissing me then trailing wet kisses down my torso. She went past my cock and nibbled down my thighs then back up again, stopping to lick my balls. Gripping the base of my cock with one hand Julia directed it down and then took it all in her mouth in one go. My hands went her head as I held myself buried in her throat. She gagged and backed off, taking a breath before slurping it back down her throat again. We set up a rhythm and in hindsight perhaps she was trying to get me off without going all the way but I had other ideas.

Pulling her to her feet I unzipped her dress and pulled it down, leaving it at her feet. Next off was the bra and her breast were free. I cupped them and rubbed her nipples. Turning her so her back was against the wall I knelt in front of her and with a slow reverence slid her panties down her legs. Now it was my turn to lean back and check out my prize. It was better than I had dreamed of all those years ago. Staying on my knees I leaned in closer to her sex, drinking in the sight and the smell of her arousal. Her hands ran through the hair on my head as she encouraged me to explore further which I was only to pleased to do.

When the tip of my tongue touched her pussy a shudder went through her. I withdrew then went in again for a big lick causing Julia to groan and grab me tighter pushing her pussy into my face. I gave up teasing and went at her like the hungry bastard I was. Using my tongue and my fingers to bring her to the edge. Juices were flowing from her, she lifted her leg over my shoulder as she seemed to be trying to get my whole head inside her pussy. Then with a loud gasp her climax hit, Julia's thighs clamped around my head as she rode out her orgasm. I stopped my ministrations as she slumped against the wall.

Standing up I guided her further into the apartment to the bed and pulling back the duvet laid her down on the fresh sheets. I climbed on top my cock aching for release. That's when the memory kicked in and I got nervous. Bob athletic prowess wasn't his only claim to fame. His nickname was "donkey", and it wasn't because of the size of his ears. Would my dick be big enough? Would Julia even feel it?

Julia didn't know the doubts going on inside me. She reached down grabbing my modest manhood and pulled me towards her. I pushed inside and was immediately relieved as I felt her cunt contract around my cock. I kept going until I was completely inside, when I came in contact with her clit she gasped. Her hands went to my butt as she pulled me tight grinding herself against my dick.

April advice on fucking with a small cock came back to me from the dark recesses of my mind.

"With your equipment, once you have got the girl in the mood you have to move fast. Get in there and work that shit, ride her high making sure you grind against her clit with each thrust. Guys with big dicks can be stayers and take their time but you've got to be a sprinter, hit them hard and fast while they are still flying. If you let them calm down you have to build it up again before you go poking around!"

So that's what I did, I punched away like a rabbit on speed and Julia bucked up to meet each thrust. We were both sweating buckets when I finally felt that tingle as my sperm started their journey.

"Yeah baby! Yeah! Here it cums!" I yelled.

"I'm way ahead of you! Oh fuck!" Julia cried.

Her legs wrapped around me and her fingernails dug into my arse. I rocked twice more and then started pumping my cum into her spasming pussy. I hadn't thought to ask if I should pull out or wear a condom. My mind was put at rest when Julia gasped.

"Oh yes I can feel it! Fill me up! Fill me up!"

We clung to each other as our breathing returned to normal. I rolled off, kicking off the duvet to release some of the heat. Julia started giggling, then it built until it was a full blown belly laugh. I was a little confused, not that I hadn't had girls laugh at me when I was naked. It's just usually it's when they see me nude for the first time.

"What's so funny?" I inquired hoping it wasn't my performance.

"I was just thinking about Marjorie Johnson," she exploded into laughter again. When she calmed down she continued. "She has been running around all week telling anyone who will listen what a raving queen you are!"

"Well that's okay then. I thought you were commenting on my performance."

"Oh no! I haven't had that....." She didn't finish the sentence.

The spell was broken, the outside world had returned. 

"Where's the bathroom?" Julia asked quietly.

"The doors on the left just behind the kitchen area." I replied.

She got out of bed, gathered her clothes and headed for the shower. I lay back unsure what to do. Part of me wanted to go and jump in with her, but I was sure that wouldn't be welcomed. Thinking she would want to leave straight away I got up, had a bit of a wash at the kitchen sink and put my clothes back on. Julia came out dressed, I offered her a glass of cold water which she took and drank then I moved to the door and we went back to the car.

The return trip was mostly silent, I put the radio on. As we approached the outskirts of our hometown Julia reached over and turned the music down.

"Tim, why is Marjorie Johnson under the impression you're gay?"

I laughed a little although it died in my throat when I glanced across at her. The question had a hint of accusation that I should have picked up on. I told her the story and even in her current mood she found it amusing.

"Why didn't you take advantage? You're single!"

"I like my private life to be private."

"Okay I'll buy that. So you don't mind her telling everybody you're gay? She seemed a little disturbed by my laid back attitude.

"What ever takes the pressure off! The less Marjorie's I have to deal with the better!"

Julia nodded her understanding. In my minds eye I could see April applauding, another one ticked off the list, discretion! No threat to domestic bliss here. The rest of the trip was silent except for the roar of the 429.

I pulled up to her house, killed the motor and swiveled in my seat to face her. Time to be the good guy.

"Look um... I'm sorry, you had a bit to drink and I took some liberties that weren't mine to take."

Julia's reaction was unexpected. "If you think I fall into bed with any guy who buys me a few glasses of champagne you are very much mistaken mister!" She said indignantly.

"I didn't mean.... Well you know....." she cut me off.

"What happened tonight was wrong and will never be repeated!" She slapped her hand down on the seat for extra effect.

"It may have been wrong but it was the best night of my life!" I snapped back with more feeling than I usually cared to expose.

Julia paused thinking for a moment. "It was still wrong." she said more softly this time.

"I didn't say it wasn't great but it was just an aberration, a one off moment of madness never to be repeated." She added.

"Does this mean we can't be friends?"

"Maybe not, how about acquaintances, that's a bit more formal. If we were friends your "gayness" might rub off on me." She laughed and I poked my tongue out at her.

Julia leaned over to kiss my cheek but this time I moved and met her lips with mine. She recoiled slightly then relented and allowed the kiss to continue. I pulled back first and Julia was left kissing air before she collected herself and got out of the car. I started the car before she had closed the door, as it rumbled to life she leaned back in. 

"You know this is a fantastic car! You are full of surprises."

With that she slammed the door and walked to her front door, shoes in hand.

I must admit the next day I was a little guilty. In my wildest dreams I hadn't expected to get into Julia's pants. Now that I had I was worried about the consequences! The what if's! What if Julia can't handle the guilt and tells Bob? What happens if somebody saw us? Taking out the Mustang didn't seem like such a good idea now, it was such a unique car. People would remember it and maybe who was in it.

I had a couple of restless night sleep. I was almost over it on Wednesday when I saw something through the little glass window in my office door. I had decided to put a window in after Marjorie's little stunt. It was Bob striding purposefully towards the back of the shop and my office. Shit! I looked again, he wasn't holding a gun but it didn't mean he didn't have one. On the other hand why would he need a gun? I might be in a bit better shape but I think he could pound me into a pulp without raising a sweat. I'm a lover not a fighter. 

There was no back door to the office so there was no escape. I sat at my desk, grabbed my mobile phone and dialed the numbers 000 for emergency. I sat trying to look nonchalant with my finger poised on the dial button of my phone in my lap. The door opened and Bob barged through.

"What the fuck did you do with my wife on Saturday night!" he bellowed.

"Er.. Um... I just um I mean we just. Um went to the theatre." My brain was running at a million miles an hour but my mouth wasn't.

"And what else did you do!" Bob leaned forward on my desk, towering over me.

"Well um... We had dinner and er we went dancing.... And....um..er." I stumbled over my words as I tried to think of what to say to mollify him.

His big face that had threatened so much pain dissolved into laughter. He sat on the chair opposite and almost pissed himself he laughed that hard.

"Oh shit! Ha haha... Mate your face hahaha... You looked like you were going to cry! Hahaha or shit...hahaha or maybe both. Ha ha ha....."

Eventually he calmed down and my embarrassment receded. Anxious faces of my staff had appeared at the window but now they were just curious.

I got up and pulled down the blind, shutting out the prying eyes and got a drink of water. Bob was wiping the tears from his eyes as I sat back down.

"Sorry mate, but you should have seen your face. I wish I had a camera!" He started laughing again.

"Well, what has put you in such a good mood?" I asked mystified.

He leaned forward as if he was trying to keep the conversation from somebody else even though we were alone in the room.

"Mate, in the last three days I have had more sex than in the last five months. Hell! I even got a blowjob last night, well she finished me off with her hand but started it all with her mouth!"

Bob sat back grinning from ear to ear. He had always been a bit loud about his prowess and I'm not sure Julia would have approved. My heart rate had dropped back to near normal, but I still didn't know what he wanted.

"That's great." I said flatly, "but why are you telling me?"

"Why? Because you're why! Taking her out, talking to her, dancing with her. You obviously got her horny and then I got the reward!"

"Well, that's wonderful for you but why are you telling me?" I said becoming nervous again.

"I want you to do it again! Julia has always loved that acting shit and dancing and stuff. I hate it, cuts into my drinking time and those plays are always on Friday or Saturday night when the best football games are on telly. I want to buy her a ticket for the rest of the season at that theatre thingy but I want you to take her."

I was speechless. He wanted me to take Julia out again! I wondered if he had asked her about this plan.

"Umm, have you mentioned this plan to Julia?"

"No, no not yet. I wanted to make sure you were up to it. You know er....you might have another.....guy.....or person you want to go with. Um... I mean taking out a old married women might not be..... er....your cup of tea."

Thank god for Marjorie Johnson, this being gay thing was really working out for me. I doubted Julia would be interested after what she said that night but you never know. I want to jump up and scream you bet your wife's sweet arse I would take her but I didn't want to appear to eager. Maybe I should see how desperate he was to get this thing happening.

"It seems to me you're on a winner here but what do I get out of it?"

"Yeah I've thought of that too. I'll sling you a few bucks for some drinks and stuff and you know when you put in that pool last year?" I nodded "You talked to me a couple of weeks ago about putting a shade sail over it and a little cabana with a toilet and shower nearby?"

"Yes, you said you couldn't get to it for fifteen months."

"Well how about I start in a week and you only pay my apprentices wages and materials!"

I made out I was considering his offer carefully while inside I was doing high fiving myself and whooping it up.

"Okay I suppose," I said trying to sound downbeat so he kept thinking he was getting the best end of the deal. "Are you sure Julia will want to go out again? You know with me I mean."

"Don't worry about that, I'll certainly be encouraging that!" 

"Umm...What happens if I get carried away?" I asked humorously.

Bob laughed almost to the point of tears again. "The only bit of her you would be interested in is still as virginal as the day she was born!" he said crudely.

Bob stood and started moving towards the door, stopping for one more remark. 

"Besides, why would she settle for the reserve when she has got the captain at home! We both know your more mouse than man and no where near a donkey so I think I'm pretty safe." 

He struck his signature pose he always did when he had scored in our football games, it looked rather comical now with his bulging belly and balding head. Then he waved his little finger at me to say goodbye, laughing loudly as he left.

Up until then I might almost have felt sorry for the prick as I tried to get his wife back into bed. Now I was on a mission to not only fuck her but also take that virgin butt as well.

The next morning Julia was waiting outside the shop in her running clothes with some brochures in her hand when I turned up to open the doors. There were three members of staff outside with her and as I got closer she raised the brochures and waved them saying.

"Bob wanted me to drop these off to you." She said nervously for the benefit of the others waiting.

"Thanks Julia," I said reaching for the papers, but she kept them out of my reach.

"I've just got to explain a few things....um... Could we go to your office?" Julia asked hopefully.

"Sure," I replied. "I've just got to give the guys a hand setting up for the day and I will be there."

Once the door was open she scurried down the back and disappeared through the office door. I didn't really have to help set up but I wanted some time to sort out how I was going to approach this conversation. Jeremy my assistant manager roiled his eyes.

"We can do this ourselves you know!"

"Yes but many hands make light work." I said.

Ten minutes later I made my way to the office.

"Now what do you have to show me?" I asked in my pleasant shop voice.

"Don't try and mollycoddle me you bastard!" She hissed, " Can you at least close the door?"

"As your husband was in here yesterday yelling, I don't think it would be prudent to give the gossips outside anything more to speculate on!" I said quietly but firmly.

"Oh....oh," she looked down at her skimpy running clothes. "Yes I see."

Julia was thrown off balance for a moment, then she continued with the same low venomous voice that she had started with.

"What the fuck is this season ticket thing Bob has been banging on about! Do you how how guilty I've been the last four days?"

I sat and looked at a brochures for a moment as an early customer walked past my doorway. Then sat forward pointing at something on it like I was asking a question for the benefit of any prying eyes.

"From Bob's description of your sexual activity the last three days I'd say very guilty!"

"What!... He wouldn't do that." The what came out a little louder than expected.

I tried to do my best Bob impersonation. "Even got a blow job last night, well she finished me off with her hand." 

I didn't bother with Bob's hand gestures to emphasize the point. From the look of horror on Julia's face it was having the desired affect anyway. It was fun using Bob's own words to deflect her attack.

"Oh god! I'm so embarrassed." Her head dropped as she suddenly found something very interesting in her lap.




The Bastard



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I was still hanging there; my throat was hurting very badly. 

I couldn't move my arms up any more. 

The room was starting to go black. 

I really didn't want to die anymore. Someone might find me, if I could just draw one more brea...