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The Big C

By: CharlieB4



Hi and thanks for selecting my story. 

It's one I started eighteen months ago but after creating the premise I couldn't work out where I wanted to take it. I put it on the back burner and went on with another. Re reading it a couple of weeks ago, the last line came to me. With the end point set the rest fell into place.

I should warn you it covers some heavy emotional territory so if you want light and funny then this isn't for you. Also as always with my stories it may challenge some of your ideas on relationships.

Thanks to vr snow for the editing, it was a pleasure to work with you. 

Hope you enjoy.

CharlieB4

*****

We met in the oncologist's office, we both got our bad news on the same day. I had been a regular visitor to this office over the last ten years. My wife had bravely fought breast cancer until it beat her last year. I thought I wouldn't be back here, but in the shower a month ago I noticed one of my testicles was swollen and sore.

My doctor ordered scans during a visit and today I was awaiting the results in the office of the visiting oncologists. Jack sat there also, his wife by his side holding his hand. They both looked tired, anxious, and scared. No doubt, I exhibited the same emotions. We struck up a conversation across the room, talking about the weather and sports news. Anything to take our minds off the results of our tests. 

They both looked younger than my forty seven years. I would find out later Jack was forty while Sandy, his wife, was thirty six. Dr Green opening her door halted our exercise in distraction. 

"Alan, your turn." She said.

Dr. Green was old school, no fluff or padding. A straight shooter almost to the point of rudeness. Her manner had been a shock when we had first met ten years ago, but now I knew what to expect. No nonsense, no sugar coating, the facts, just the facts. She was a grey haired lady of I guessed around fifty five and she hadn't changed in the ten years I had known her. I suspected she had been born a grey haired old lady.

I got up and entered her office. She closed the door behind me, then went to the other side of her desk. 

"Right Alan, I have been over your ultrasound scans and your blood test. I strongly suspect testicular cancer." 

There it was, the old enemy was back at the gates. Giving me little time to digest her statement, Dr Green ploughed on.

"I want you to have a chest x-ray and CT scans of the abdomen and pelvis to see if it as spread to the lymph nodes or internal organs." She paused and looked up from the reports she had open in front of her. "And we are going to have to remove your left testicle as soon as possible!"

"Don't you want to do a biopsy?" I asked crossing my legs.

"Sorry Alan, the only way to know for sure, is to take it out and cut it open. If we take a biopsy of the lump while it's still in situ then we risk the cancer spreading."

"Okay, I guess it has to go. What's the rest of the battle plan?"

"That's about it, I'll contact the surgeon I use here and organize to get it done ASAP." As she spoke, she tapped away on her laptop, then spun around grabbing two sheets of paper that came out of a printer. "Take these to a radiology centre and get the scans and x rays as soon as you can. I'd like to get the results before your surgery. Any more questions?" Dr Green asked as she closed my file and placed it in her out tray.

"What's the prognosis for testicular cancer?"

"With removal of the testicle ninety five percent of men live normal lives. If it has moved into other parts of the body then that drops to eighty five percent after radiotherapy and chemo. However this is generally a young man's cancer, most cases involve men under twenty five so given your age I would say you have about eighty five percent if it hasn't spread." She had stood up and was standing beside the door waiting for me to make a move so she could open it and shunt me out.

I could see she'd dismissed me so I went out into the waiting room.

"Jack Knox?" Dr Green called and Jack and Sandy rose from their seats and followed the doctor inside.

I'm not sure why, maybe it was the look of bewilderment on both their faces, but rather than leave after paying the receptionist I sat back down. I just thought, knowing Dr Green's abrupt manner, they might appreciate a chat with somebody who has been through some of it before.

I thought they looked bewildered when they went in but on the way out, they were worse. Sandy fought back tears and Jack's jaw clenched so hard the muscles stood out on the sides of his face. Dr Green called the next patient inside, then disappeared again. I stood and went to the reception desk where the Knox's where settling their bill. I stayed out of their way and once they had finished I stepped towards them.

"Jack? Sandy? Would you like to go and have a coffee?" I asked solemnly.

They looked uncertain so I added, "I lost my wife to breast cancer last year after a ten year fight so I've lived through this before."

They looked at each other then back to me, "sounds good Allan, lead the way." Jack said.

We walked out and down the street to a cafe I had frequented with my wife in previous years. The owner gave me a friendly wave from behind the coffee machine.

"Flat white, Allan?" He asked.

"Thanks Jeremy, this is Jack and Sandy Knox." I pointed to the unhappy couple.

He took their orders and we sat down. As you would expect we shared a disjointed conversation, until one hour before we had been strangers. I gave them my brief life story and found out in return that Jack was a builder and Sandy was a physiotherapist. They lived about one hour away from me in a small town in which they had grown up. I showed pictures of my son, who worked in Dubai, and my daughter, who lived on the other side of Australia in Margaret River. She ran a surf shop with her partner. Jack and Sandy didn't have any children.

"We weren't able to have any." Sandy said sadly.

"Not for want of trying though!" Jack added.

Wishing I'd never brought that topic up I moved onto Dr Green. I explained that despite her abrupt manner, she was a very good doctor and really helped my wife prolong her life after a very bad initial prognosis. Jack and Sandy exchanged looks and Sandy seemed on the verge of tears again.

"She was just so rude. Scolding us both for not noticing the changes sooner and saying we may have left it too late!" She sniffed.

"That's Dr Green, um, if you don't mind me asking...what's your problem?" Appalled at my tactless question I quickly added, "I have testicular cancer..."

Jack sat up and squared his shoulders before answering, "Melanoma," he said quietly.

"He has had a mole on his lower back forever. We just never thought..." Sandy stopped mid-sentence and blew her nose. "It used to get red and irritated sometimes but we just thought it was his pants rubbing it."

"What did Dr Green say?" I asked knowing that melanoma can be tricky.

"Surgery. They will remove it and see how deep it goes. If it's deeper than 1 mm then they will take surrounding tissue and nearby lymph nodes for biopsy." Jack replied solemnly, "Looking at it, Dr Green thinks it may be stage two already so that's not good." He bowed his head and Sandy placed her hand on his.

A waiter arrived with our orders which was a welcome distraction. After we had tried our coffee, Sandy turned in her chair towards me and fixed me with a steely stare.

"Allan, how did you and your wife cope when you first found out?"

"Much the same as you two. That's why I hung around. You reminded me of me ten years ago. There is so much to take in and it's easy to become overwhelmed by it all." 

"So what did you do?" Sandy pressed.

I stopped and thought for a moment, sipping my coffee. "I guess we were just swept up in it. You will find the same thing, first surgery, then chemo or radiotherapy. I don't think we really stopped and thought about it. We just did whatever they told us to do. It's like a numbness that takes over your life, you don't want to stop and think...and feel too much."

"Is that a recommendation?" Jack inquired seriously.

"No...no, I don't think so. If I had to go through it again, I think I would go and see somebody. You know a psychologist or someone like that, just a person removed from the altered reality that we existed in. To give another perspective."

"Are you going to see someone this time?"

I looked at her puzzled for a moment until I remembered that I'd been diagnosed with cancer too. 

"Ah, yes...I suppose I will. Do you want to know something funny? Talking to you just now I forgot all about my own diagnosis," I confessed.

I started giggling. The more I tried to stop the worse it got, until I was into a full-blown belly laugh. It was infectious, as first Sandy and then Jack joined in. What I had said wasn't very funny at all but the absurdity of life's situations overwhelmed the three of us for a few minutes.

As we calmed down and stepped back from the brink of madness, Jack consulted his watch.

"We best be going Sandy," he said to his wife then he turned to me. "We have a dog to pick up at the vet's." He added by way of explanation.

"No worries, I should go and get my scans and x rays organized anyway." 

We all got up and went to pay at the counter. While we were standing waiting for our change Sandy put her hand on my shoulder.

"Thanks for staying back Allan. Do you think it would be okay if we stayed in touch?"

"Yes, I'd like to do that if it will help."

"What's your number?" She asked, pulling her mobile phone out of her bag.

She typed it in as I dictated it and then hit send, my phone buzzed in my pocket then she disconnected.

"There you go, now you have my number a well!" She said with a smile.

We all shook hands then went our separate ways, but we remained in touch. We spoke at least once a week as we negotiated the initial rush of surgery and further testing. For me, lady luck was smiling. The surgery went well. The results from the pathologist's examination of my left testicle suggested it had not yet spread. After consulting again with Dr Green, we decided to have one round of chemotherapy. In case there were cancerous cells loose in my system, Dr Green recommended chemotherapy with a drug that was very effective against testicular cancer, just to be sure. 

Unfortunately Jack's news wasn't as good. The surgical team that removed the melanoma found it had rooted into the muscle below the skin. They took lymph nodes from various parts of his body, his groin, armpit, neck only to discover cancerous cells in most of them. Dr Green passed him on to a different oncologist who specialized in melanoma. He put Jack straight onto a heavy schedule of chemotherapy, which made him very sick. Then more bad news. The new doctor ordered a full body scan and they found two small secondary tumors.

They were located on the spine. Initially they used radiation to shrink them, then more surgery to remove them. All of this occurred in nine months. By the end of it, Jack had been reduced to a shell of the man I met that first day. His muscles wasted away, his face gaunt and his eyes sunken back into their sockets. Sandy fared no better. The worry and strain had sapped the vibrant woman I had met in Dr Green's office. Through it all, they had shown tremendous fighting spirit. I tried to help when I could. 

After I had recovered from my chemotherapy, I worked four days a week and I would drive to see them on weekends. Jack had loved fishing, so I would take him down to the river and launch his little tinny. We would float down the river, sometimes talking, sometimes in silence. I don't actually think we caught a fish the whole time, but it was good for both of us to get out and it also gave Sandy a break.

I was at work twelve months after that first meeting at Dr Green's office when my mobile buzzed. Sandy's name flashed on the screen and my heart went into my mouth. Oh no, what has happened now? I thought. I answered my phone and my fears washed away with one word from Sandy.

"Remission!"

"Wow! That's fantastic! When did you find out?"

"Five minutes ago, we just left Dr Ryback's office. He had the results from a week of testing and it was all clear!" She gushed.

Tears welled in my eyes, . I was so glad for them both. It had been a long hard fight, but they had stuck at it. Remission wasn't the same as cure but after the setbacks of the last twelve months, it was all they were hoping for.

"How's Jack?" I asked stupidly.

"I'll put him on and he can tell you himself!" Sandy replied and there were sounds of the phone being passed to Jack.

"Alan."

"Mate! Fantastic news! I knew you could beat it!"

"We couldn't have done it without you, mate. We can never repay you," Jack stopped, the emotion was getting too much. "Fuck! I'm blubbering like a baby! I've got to get off here, Allan. Could you come over on the weekend? Sandy and I are having a get together of close friends and we would like you there."

"Tell me a time and I'll be there" I replied earnestly wiping my own tears from my eyes.

There was silence and then Sandy voice returned, "I'll let you know when Allen. We are staying in Sydney another night, then we'll come home."

We said our goodbyes and finished the call. I sat at my desk with a big grin on my face and tears dripping onto the pages below. Others in the office looked at me strangely but I couldn't have care less.

On Saturday night I knocked on their door, with a six pack of Jack's favorite beer and a bottle of bubbly for Sandy. Jack greeted me at the door and we embraced. I handed him the beer and he shook his head. 

"You sure know how to tempt a guy, but I've given up all my vices. Well except one, Sandy wouldn't let me give that up. No more beer, fatty foods, sugar, meat...I'm going to do whatever it takes to stay healthy."

"Good on you!" I replied with false enthusiasm. Unfortunately I had seen this before, lived through it. 

My wife and I had done the same, convinced that cancer had come from the environment and not from us. We became "born again" vegans, evangelizing to all our friends about the benefits of it and the evils of eating meat and any food not grown naturally. We attributed my wife's remission to it, but then it came back. We stayed true to it until Dr Green gave us THE talk. It's time to get your affairs in order, she had said.

After that, it didn't seem to matter. I went shopping the next day and I bought a big tub of ice cream, two thick juicy steaks, a carton of beer, and a case of wine. My wife gave me a knowing smile when she watched me bringing my purchases in. For the last four weeks that she was able to live at home we ate like kings, well, kings on a budget.

Sandy bought me out of my melancholy state with a slap on the behind.

"Naughty boy bringing temptation into our house." We hugged. They were so animated, alive. Dear god, I hoped it lasts.

I sat down with eight of their other friends, to a lentil casserole and a chickpea salad. There was lots of laughing and everybody got on well. I was the last to leave standing at the front door with Jack and I asked him what he was going to do next.

"Get strong and get back to work!" was his emphatic reply.

"Don't rush it mate, take the time to smell the roses," I cautioned.

"I'm going to beat this thing Alan, I've got it on the run and soon I'm going to kick its arse!"

"Good on you," I said warmly shaking his hand, Sandy called out a farewell from the kitchen as I walked out the door.

I didn't see much of Jack and Sandy for the next twelve months. I spoke to them regularly by phone as they updated me on their progress, but our paths rarely crossed. Jack did two months of intensive physiotherapy to get his strength back. Then he was back at work. In his down time he studied, meditation, yoga, and went through a re-birthing ceremony at a commune on the north coast. 

Each time I spoke to them, he had read another book from a cancer survivor who told how they beat it. If positive thinking could beat it, then Jack had no worries. However I was worried. Remission just meant the cancer was waiting. I had seen it before, experienced it. Sure, some people go from remission to being cancer free, but it's not a big percentage. When it comes back, it can hit very hard, not just physically, but mentally.

Later that year, I began to think that Jack may be one of the lucky ones. We never discussed his doctor visits, too much negative energy. So I didn't have their side of the story. The call came when I was bringing the bins back in after collection. It was Sandy.

"Alan..." she sounded worried, even frightened, "could you come? please?" The fragility in her voice scared me. 

"Sure, what are you doing tomorrow?" I asked.

"No, no. I mean now please, right now," she pleaded.

"I'll be there as fast as the speed limits allow." I was already heading into my house to change.

"Thanks," she said before putting the phone down.

I hustled over as fast as possible. As I pulled into the driveway the front door opened and a distressed Sandy rushed over. As I got out, I could see she had been crying. I moved to comfort her, but she stopped me and then pointed to the house.

"He's in the courtyard off the kitchen. Please, you have to talk to him." 

I went inside and made my way to the kitchen, looking through the large glass doors that led to the courtyard. I could see Jack. He appeared to be naked, laying back in a chair in the blazing sun. As I watched he picked up a beer bottle that was beside the chair. On finding it empty, he threw it, smashing it against a nearby wall. From the pile of glass there, it wasn't the first. He reached into an ice bin next to the chair and brought out a fresh one. With some trepidation, I opened the door and entered the courtyard.

"Sandy, I'm going to need another six pack," he slurred.

I moved and got a look at him front on. At least he was wearing speedos, "hi Jack."

"Alan, come to gloat have you?" 

"No, Sandy rang. You're scaring her Jack!" His skin was a fiery red. Trying to keep things lighthearted, I said, "Come inside you look like done on that side." 

"Fuck off, I don't want your pity. The sun started this, so it can fucking well finish it."

"So it's back then," I said quietly.

"Of course, it's fucking back! All that fucking clean living for nothing."

"What did the doctor say?"

"Who cares? I'm fucked." He took a large pull on the beer in his hand. 

It was worse than I feared. Jack had hit rock bottom and busted through into a very dark place. I was lost as to how to help. Part of me wanted to drive back home and hide. His pain brought back memories of my wife's reaction and my inability to deal with her final diagnosis.

I resisted my urge to hide and sat in a chair beside Jack, but opposite the pile of glass. I sat without speaking, staring straight ahead. Jack drank steadily. Another crash signaled the end of another beer. He reached into the ice and retrieved two more. After removing the lids, he passed one to me.

"If you're not going to piss off, then you might as well drink with me."

We sat outside drinking in the midday sun until the ice bin was empty. After being on the wagon for twelve months the mornings drinking had significantly hampered Jack's coordination. He called for Sandy to get more beer, but when she didn't he tried to stand up. He got three quarters of the way up, before stumbling into my lap. Seeing this as a chance to get him inside, I helped him with my arm supporting under his armpits. We walked inside together.

Once inside I sat him in an armchair, telling him that I would get him another drink. I went into the kitchen and banged around a bit. Then I stopped and sat on a stool at the breakfast bar. Jack didn't yell to see what I was doing, so I sat quietly for five minutes before venturing back to where he was. He was sound asleep.


The Big C



I went looking for Sandy. In the backyard she sat on a bench made from an old wooden railway sleeper in the shade of a tree. She held her head in her hands. I walked up behind her, calling to her as I approached so I didn't surprise her. She straightened and wiped her eyes before turning around to face me.

"How is he?" she asked sniffling.

"He's asleep in his armchair," I said sitting beside her.

"Thank god." Her head slumped into her hands again.

"When did you see the doctor?"

"Yesterday, it was horrible! We weren't expecting the bad news. We were planning a trip to an ashram in India."

"How bad?" I asked with trepidation.

"Six months left, there were two new small tumors on his liver and bowel with another bigger one on his spine. They said they could operate on the liver and bowel, but the one on the spine was inoperable."

"Shit!"

We sat in silence,. Sandy started weeping again, so I put my arm around her shoulders. When she calmed down, I asked another question.

"What was the doctor's plan of attack."

"We didn't get to that. Jack just freaked and stormed out. I caught up with him in the car park. We went to the supermarket and he went berserk buying alcohol, meat, chips, crackers, cheese, and everything we had avoided for twelve months.

We gorged ourselves last night. I woke up with a hangover and when I came out mid-morning he was outside in the sun drinking. He wouldn't listen to reason and that's when I rang you."

She blew her nose loudly.

"Thank god you came...I didn't know what to do." 

"I didn't either Sandy. I just winged it. I've seen it before, but every situation is different."

"What do we do now?" 

"We act normal, wait until he comes around, and see if his mood has changed. No matter what, we support him. If he wants to drink himself into oblivion, then I don't see why we should stop him. He has to decide himself, the same with the doctor. We can counsel, but in the end it's his decision.

We stayed in the shade for an hour, then went inside. Jack remained passed out, so Sandy made us some lunch while I cleaned up the broken bottles. We were eating when Jack woke up. He groaned and stretched. Then suddenly he was up and running to the bathroom. The hand clamped over his mouth revealed the reason for the dash, as did the loud sounds of Jack's vomiting.

He came back into the room with a sheepish look on his face, walking stiffly. The front of his body looked badly sunburnt as he came and sat down with us.

"Would you like something?" Sandy asked, moving her chair so she could swing her legs out and get up.

"No, no, god no. Finish yours, please."

We ate in silence until Jack spoke again, "sorry guys. I guess I flipped out there for a while."

Sandy put her hand on his and gave a tired smile of forgiveness. He grimaced as she squeezed his sunburnt flesh.

"Sorry, I'll have to get some lotion on you. You must almost have heatstroke." 

"I would have if Allen hadn't got me inside. Thanks mate, it's great to know we have a friend like you." He said warmly, a far cry from the earlier abuse.

"Anytime, anytime...Do you mind if I ask what you are going to do now?" I asked cautiously.

Jack thought for a moment, "Well, I'm not going back on that diet." We all gave polite chuckles. "Other than that, I don't know."

"Are you going to go back to the doctor?"

"Not much point. He gave me six months, so I might as well stay home and enjoy it."

"It's up to you, but even if you have decided to die, you are going to need a palliative care plan." It was a cheap trick, but I hoped the stark reality of giving up would make him see sense.

"I don't want to go through all that shit, again: the needles, the radiation, the feeling sick all day and night." Jack shook his head as he spoke to emphasis the points.

"Just go and talk to him. He may have other options, or he can help make the time you have left as comfortable and pain free as possible," I explained.

"He probably won't see me again." 

"If you think you are the first patient to walk out on an oncologist after being told they had an expiration date, you're mistaken. Give the office a call. I'm sure they will be worried about you."

"Please, Jack. Let's just talk to him," Sandy added.

"Alright, I'll ring him before they shut today and check when we can see him again." Jack said to the relief of Sandy and me.

As things calmed down, I thought I might be able to head home, but Sandy wanted me to stay.

"Please, Allen. It would be great to have you around after we see the doctor. You have such a level head."

"Best to check when you can see him, again." I replied.

Sandy looked at Jack. He walked stiffly over to the telephone and called the doctor's office. The doctor was very keen to talk to them and arranged for them to come in half an hour before normal consultations started the next day. 

After Jack got back to the table, I again tried to say goodbye, and that I would meet them at the doctor's the next day.

"Nonsense," Sandy blurted out. You can stay here tonight. I'll make up the spare bed."

"Yes, Allen. It's ridiculous to go home now and come back tomorrow. Just stay and you can go home after the doctor's." Jack backed up his wife.

"Alright, alright. I'll stay, then." I said with a smile.

Jack looked a little worse for wear from his morning in the sun. He glowed like a stop light. Sandy pointed to the bedroom.

"In you go, lobster boy, I'll get some body lotion and slather you from head to foot. It might help cool you down."

"I like the sound of that," Jack replied, but as he went to stand up, his face showed just how painful his sunburn was.

The next morning, we were in the waiting room of the doctor's office. He came out and invited Sandy and Jack to enter.

"Is it alright if Allan comes to? He's a close friend."

"Sure," the doctor replied.

He seemed excited that Jack was back, so I think he had something up his sleeve. First, he discussed the impossibility of removing the tumors. In a nutshell, the one on his spine was rooted into the cavity of the spinal cord. Removing it had an unacceptable risk of leaving Jack a quadriplegic without ridding his body of the cancer. Due to the sensitive area, radiation wasn't an option either. The previous chemotherapy hadn't worked. So with tumors as an added boogie, it was out as well. It was similar to my wife's situation and I waited for the palliative care talk. However, he had an ace in the hole.

"There is a trial of a new drug happening through the university hospital at the moment. I spoke to the professor in charge and sent him your case notes. He wants you in the trial." Jack and Sandy sat up straighter. "I must caution you this it is not, I repeat, not a cure. However, this drug has been successful in prolonging the life of others in the late stages of cancer by dramatically slowing the growth of existing tumors and preventing new ones."

Sandy asked the obvious question, "if it's so good, why haven't we been on it before."

"There is a hitch. You have to realize that most of the chemicals we use in chemotherapy are poisons. Basically, we almost kill you to heal you. This is an effective drug protocol but it will kill you before the cancer if you stay on it more than fifteen months. This trial is only for people with a diagnosis of six months or less to live. The professor is trying to work out a way to make it safer."

"So, I'm a guinea pig," Jack said dismissively.

"Yes, but in twelve months' time you will likely be a live guinea pig. Whereas without this drug, you probably won't be."

Jack and Sandy were quiet, holding hands, and looking at each other. I thought they should hear the other side of the equation. 

"Doctor, could you explain how the disease will progress without treatment and what interventions would keep Jack comfortable?"

"Yes, that would be a good idea," the doctor said rubbing his forehead. "It is a bit hard to say, but given how quickly the tumor on your spine has grown, I would think that it will start to impact your quality of life within two months. Initially, you will feel pain in your lower limbs as it put pressure on the spinal cord, then pins and needles. Paralysis is possible by four to five months. By then the other tumors will have grown, compromising your internal organs. We would work on pain management. When it got bad, we would operate inserting a morphine pump. With the press of a button, you would self-administer the drug. I suspect you will be in a hospice for the last month, depending on when you become paralyzed."

"If they decide to go on the program, they get an extra twelve months. Then what you just described, the paralysis and such will still occur." I added for clarification.

"Yes, that is likely."

"Something else they might need to know are the side effects of the new protocol?."

"Ah, yes. The doctor went through a file and passed Jack a card. "This lists the side effects of the treatment. Considering the toxicity of the drug, they are quite mild. Still, they are significant and you should consider them. Not every person gets everyone of them. Generally, it's considered that any one patient will only experience a couple of them."

"And lastly, how long will the actual procedures take and what other tests are required?"

"Arr, that's the beauty of it. It's one day per fortnight. The professor mixes it the night before. Then its couriered overnight to the local hospital. You spend one hour on a drip and you're set for the fortnight. You will be very tired for twenty four to thirty hours after the infusion, but okay after that."

"It's a lot to take in,." Jack shook his head. "Can we have some time?"

"Yes, certainly, but I would like to know before I finish today. If I let the professor know, then he can start you next week."

Jack and Sandy looked at me, "let's go and find somewhere to have a coffee." I said.

We left the offices passing more frightened people in the waiting room, poor bastards. We found a little place for takeaway coffee that smelt half-decent. We got three cups and went to a park. We sat at a table. Jack and Sandy on one side, I on the other. I took the side-effect card off Jack and read through them. They were all too familiar: nausea, vomiting, hot flushes, itching, hair loss, dermatitis, impotence, lethargy, loss of taste, loss of smell, and insomnia. The list went on and on. 

I asked the unhappy couple their thoughts about the treatments.

Sandy looked at Jack. "Obviously go for it, with the new drug treatment, but it's really up to Jack. He is the one that has to go through it..." she broke down and started crying.

"That's where you are wrong Sandy. You are going through it with him and, in the end, you have to think of a way to carry on." I interjected.

Jack put his arm around his wife and consoled her. "It's not much of a choice really. If it only gave me another week with you, I'd do it. One year...it's like a lifetime."

We were all blubbering now. Once it had subsided, Jack fixed me with a steely stare.

"How bad does it get at the end?"

I stopped and thought for a moment. "There is no getting around it. It's tough, but most people find a peace that makes it easier. My wife struggled with it for a long time, until she met somebody else, a sixteen year old that had only weeks left. The girl was happy and joking with other patients. My wife asked her how she could do it, when she knew the end was so close. 

She answered she was lucky. Everybody dies, most don't know when. I've known for four years that I have a date. Other people walk out their front door in the morning, thinking they'll see family tonight or go to Paris next year. Then they get hit by a bus and that's it. I've packed a lot into my sixteen years, my family know that I love them, and I'm ready.

You're tough, Jack. You've fought a good fight, but know it's about living what time you have left."

"You mean a bucket list?"

"Don't get carried away with all that. Sit down and work out your priorities. You don't want to spend too much of your last twelve months in airport lounges and driving across country. My wife and I found spending time with family and friends, giving them a chance to say goodbye was the most important. We did some traveling, but not just for the sake of seeing an object or natural wonder. It was about connecting with those close to us."

We finished our coffee. The sun rose high in the sky and the heat bordered on oppressive. 

"I suppose we should go and tell the doctor we are going to do it." Jack said to Sandy.

"I'd better get home. My daughter's coming from Western Australia this weekend." I stood up and stretched.

"Oh, dear. Sorry Allen, you should have said. I feel terrible dragging you away." Sandy, now standing next to Jack, reached over and placed her hand on my shoulder.

"No, it's fine, really. I hope I've been some help. I'll get home and make up some beds before they get there."

"Thanks again Allen," Jack offered his hand for a handshake. "Don't be a stranger!"

"Don't worry. I'll be around so much you will think I'm a stalker." I replied shaking his hand.

Sandy gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then they walked in the direction of the doctor's office. I found my car and headed for home. The next week was full of family things for me. My daughter and son had some great news. They were expecting their first child, my first grandchild. I had quite a shock when I had seen her, because she was already five months along. The ultrasound had shown she was having a girl. They were going to call her Mary, after my wife.

After they left, I rang Jack. He had been to the city to meet up with the professor and have his first treatment. From then on, it would be done at his local hospital. There would still be trips to the city every five weeks to have scans and blood test, so they could assess his health.

Jack gave up any thought of working. His life insurance policy was good, which allowed a payout of seventy percent if you were diagnosed with a terminal illness. It was enough to cover their debts giving them enough money to live on for the next eighteen months, without Sandy working. They were in the process of working out their priorities for the next twelve months and he assured me that there would be time set aside for our fishing.

Even with the assurance, it was six months before we wet a line. In that time Jack and Sandy clocked up a lot of kilometres. The need to get back for the next treatment every fourteen days kept them hamstrung, but they still managed to go to New Zealand, Bali, Hong Kong, Fiji, and a long haul to London to see relatives.

We got the tinny in the river, set the Minn Kota for trolling speed, and put a couple of lures in the water. Then we promptly forgot about them. Opening a couple of cans of beer, I passed one to Jack. In the late winter sun we caught up with what had been happening in each other's life. Jack's treatment had turned out to be even better than the doctor had advised. The tumor on his spine didn't just stopped growing, but shrank slightly. There were no new ones on his internal organs. Side effects had been minimal, mostly just tiredness after the treatment.

It was a relaxing couple of hours, not just for us, but for the fish as well. We hadn't got a nibble. We were in Jack's truck, with the boat behind, driving home when he lobbed me a figurative hand grenade.

"Have you been with another woman since your wife died?"

It was a fair enough question. I'd asked Jack some personal questions about his treatment, so I was surprised by my defensive reply. 

"No, of course...not," it sounded like I was still married.

Jack noticed. "It's coming up to three years isn't it? You're not still married you know."

"Yes, of course, I know," I replied testily. Then in a more friendly manner said, "Sorry, still a sore point, I suppose."

"Have you...you know...had any thoughts about...it?"

"Yes, a few times."

"Ever try to do something about it?"

I sighed, "after I got my all clear for my cancer I...I stayed in the city and I got an escort to come to my room."

"You sly dog, how did that go?"

"It was embarrassing really. She was so young, I kept thinking of my daughter. So I paid her and told her to leave."

"Did you, um, do anything?"

"No, I didn't. She took her clothes off, sort of a strip tease. Then she started undressing me and I realized that I couldn't do it."

We were both quiet for some time, as Jack backed the boat into his shed. He stopped and looked at me.

"Is that what you meant in the park that day?" I must have looked unsure. "You know, what you said to Sandy. You have to find a way to carry on after."

"I suppose so."

"Sounds like you're not doing much of a job of that yourself."

"I never said I had all the answers."

We put the boat cover on and then went into the house. Sandy had dinner ready so we ate. After dinner, I said my goodbyes and made my way home. Jack's words, about not carrying on with life bounced around in my head as I drove.

It was true, in many ways I acted as if I was still married. I hadn't made any changes to the house. All the pictures and furniture were in exactly the same place they had been when I carried my wife to the car to take her to the hospice. When I got home I looked around. I sat in my chair and flicked on the television to see what the late movie was. I didn't need change I decided. I was happy here. My wife was still with me in my heart, and that was enough for me.

I continued to see Jack and Sandy every fortnight. I would go to their house on the Saturday, before he had his next treatment. Sometimes, we went fishing. Sometimes, we watched the local team play footy at the oval. Afterwards, I would have dinner and then drive home. It continued like that for five months, becoming something of a ritual.

I guess seeing him regularly, I missed the early signs of Jack's physical decline. He was a tough guy so I suppose he hid it from us. I first noticed he'd developed a bit of a limp. Later he seemed unsteady, unsure of where to place his feet. As I helped him into the boat, he seemed frailer. When he got to his chair on the bow, he sat down heavily with a sigh.

"Are you okay mate? We don't have to do this today if you're not up to it."

"No, no. I might not get many more chances, so let's go." Jack said waving away my concern.

I started the main motor to get us away from the shore and the people at the boat ramp. Then stopped it and drifted with the electric one so we could talk. 

"Is it starting to get worse?"

"Yeah, it's not bad, but I'm getting pins and needles in both legs. It comes and goes, sometimes I can't feel them at all."

Shit, I thought to myself, here we go again. My feelings must have shown on my face, because Jack reacted.

"Cheer up Allen, you're not the one dying," he said in a lighthearted, jokey way.

I felt worse. Someone dying, telling you to cheer up puts things in perspective. For the rest of the trip, I talked about everything from politics to Miley Cyrus's raunchy music video. That steered the conversation towards sex and Jack pounced.

"So have you got a girlfriend, yet?"

"No, still celibate." I replied with good humor. He didn't catch me on the hop this time.

Jack pushed his cap back on his bald head and scratched his scalp, then sat forward and said in a low conspiratorial voice. "What do you think of Sandy?"

"She's beautiful, Jack." 

"Oh, yes, she is that. I got very lucky there. Definitely punching above my weight when I got her." He grinned. "Would you do something for me, Allen?"

"Yeah sure, Jack."

"Would you sleep with her?"

He definitely had me flustered now. "She's your wife!"

"Yes, she is my wife...unfortunately, um, I haven't been able to be...much of a husband to her, since I started this new drug."




The Big C



"What do you mean?" It was out of my mouth, before I thought about it.

"I...er...I haven't been able to get it up." Jack said, his face showing his embarrassment.

"Can't the doctor help with that?"

"He gave me some pills, but they only worked momentarily. So while I got hard at first, I wasn't able to get the job done."

"Jack, I've got to say I'm not very comfortable with this. I mean, what would Sandy say if she knew you were offering..."

"She asked me to ask you, Allen. You have to understand that we had a very active sex life before all this happened. I've often heard male friends and workmates complain that they want sex all the time, but their partner doesn't. That was never a problem for me. Sandy, well I'll just say Sandy kept me more than satisfied. In our younger days we even tried swinging, but I couldn't handle it. I mean, I might be with one woman or maybe two, but Sandy would go all night with multiple partners. I got really jealous so we stopped."

"Won't you get jealous, now?"

"I don't think so. I think I've come to terms with my situation now. Both Sandy and I have had a lot of time to reflect on our life together. I know that I'm dying. That doesn't scare me as much now. What does scare me is, what is going to happen to Sandy after..." His voice trailed off and he crushed the empty can in his hand, discarding it in the bottom of the boat.

"I'll be there for Sandy, Jack, but she doesn't have to sleep with me to get my help."

We approached the boat ramp, so Jack wrapped our discussion up. "Just think about it Allen, please."

"Alright," I said as I nosed the boat over to the bank. I tied off near a tree, before getting out and backing the boat trailer into the water at the boat ramp.

Back at Jack's house, Sandy had dinner almost ready. Tonight would be different because they were having some other friends over. The other guests left around ten. Sandy asked me to stay and help with Jack. He found it hard to walk, particularly when he was tired. They'd hired a wheelchair and a mobile hydraulic hoist which helped lift Jack onto the bed, and into the bath. The main bedroom now resembled a twin share hospital room. Jack's bed was an electric one that could be raised and lowered by pressing a button.

I had used a hoist initially, when I looked after my own wife. However, towards the end, it was easier just to lift her by hand. Jack and Sandy's was similar to the one I had, so I help them go through the operation manual. I planned to head home, but Sandy insisted I should sleep over in the guest room. Sandy put Jack to bed, making sure he was comfortable while I watched some television. She came back out and after getting some chocolate, sat down in the other armchair. 

I got up to walk to the guest room, when Sandy stopped me. She stood placing both hands on my shoulders, so I faced her. "Jack told me he spoke to you."

I considered playing dumb. In the end I simply said, "yes."

"Have you made a decision?"

"No."

"Allen, I understand this is difficult, but I have needs too. I love Jack and I always will. I just need a little bit of me time. I don't want to go to a bar to find some stranger to help me. I just want to escape this shit for a few short minutes. Please, think about that."

She kissed my cheek, then turned and walked to the main bedroom. I watched her walk away. Damn, she was beautiful. I just didn't know if I could or should do it. Climbing into bed, I couldn't escape the erotic thoughts of Sandy naked. Her blonde hair, full breasts and countless other hidden delights. Then my pre-sleep dreams turned to my wife, as she was before her body betrayed her. No, I thought, I can't do it.

Very early the next morning, I was in that dead zone, where you are almost awake but want to get back to sleep. I rolled from one side to the other, trying to get comfortable, waiting for the blackness to descend again. I'd almost drifted away when I thought I heard the door click. I rolled onto my back, but didn't hear anything else. The room was very dark, so looking would have been futile and I didn't open my eyes to try.

Listening intently, I heard movement. Then the covers moved and the bed squeaked as another body entered. I knew who it was, but I remained frozen. The body moved towards me and a hand slid up my chest. It explored my shoulders and upper arms, the touch light, teasing. Once it had exhausted that area, it began to descend, running through the mass of chest hair. It flittered over my nipples before delving lower still.

I bit my lip to stifle a groan as that delicate hand slipped under the waistband of my boxer shorts to my rampant member below. Gripping it lightly at the base, her hand moved slowly, so slowly upwards, stopping just short of the sensitive head before retreating. Back at the base. It opened releasing my cock, before exploring lower. Sandy caressed my scrotum gently, finding my one testicle she rolled it gently through her fingers.

I couldn't stay silent, I groaned as the hand moved back to my rock hard dick. I rolled towards the body to allow for my own exploration, but it rolled and bent away causing a firm buttocks to push back against me. The hand still holding my cock pushed it down below the curve of her buttocks between her legs. I automatically pushed forward as her legs opened slightly allowing my access to the wet, hot, crevice in front of me.

As I sunk deeper inside, a feminine moan escaped my companion's lips. The hand that directed me, released my pole allowing it to go deeper, and grabbed at my butt to urge me on. My hands gripped her hips as I bottomed out, my stomach pressed against that firm arse. For the first time in a long time I gave in to my urges, pumping in and out with a fervor that almost frightened me. 

There were no words or expletives, just our heavy breathing as we each strove to achieve our climax. Suddenly, the body in front of me stiffened, and the hand that held my butt dug its nails into the flesh there. I kept going and I too went over the edge, my hands on her shoulders pulling her back to ensure I was embedded as deep as possible.

We stayed that way as our breathing returned to normal. I released my grip on her shoulders and she straightened up, so her back nestled against my chest. Her hand reached back taking hold of my arm and pulled it tight around her middle.

"Thank you, Allen," Sandy said. "Now, hold me please." The need in her voice was palpable.

I didn't speak, I'm not sure I could. I just gave her a squeeze of affirmation. I drifted off to sleep and when I woke up in the morning, I was alone in the bed. It could have all been a dream, except my penis was still hanging out of the fly of my boxers.

I had a long shower to avoid facing Jack and Sandy. Eventually, I walked into the kitchen. Jack sat at the breakfast bar reading the paper and Sandy stood in front of the stovetop. 

"Morning, Allen," Jack said looking up briefly from the paper.

"Poached or fried for your eggs, Allan?" Sandy said cheerily from the stove.

"Poached, thanks," I replied, pulling out a stool next to Jack.

As I sat down, he passed me a newspaper underneath the one he was reading.

"Here, I've already been through that one."

It was a welcome distraction and kept conversation to a minimum. I felt like an interloper in this domestic scene. I was keen to eat breakfast and make an excuse to leave. After eating, I didn't get a chance as Jack asked me to help him sort out his tools in the shed. He was going to have a garage sale.

We worked side by side all morning without mentioning the discussion from the day before. Sandy left to meet some old work colleagues for a morning coffee. She came home with some lunch. We sat eating in the sunshine in front of the shed. Jack went to sleep after lunch, so I prepared to leave. Sandy walked me out and stood beside the car kissing my cheek while leaning against me. She had done it before and it had seemed normal, but now it took on an extra dimension. Her breast pressed into my upper arm, the smell of her shampoo, intoxicating. The light touch of her hand on my shoulder stirred me. I quickly got into the car to hide my arousal.

In no time two weeks had passed. I was in the car on my way back to Jack and Sandy's. I had thought a lot about what had happened. I reasoned that I was only helping support Sandy in a similar way to helping Jack keep his spirits up. An all too brief respite from the impending doom, there was an eleven year age gap so I doubted anything would come of it. I was just convenient I suppose, and maybe getting some sympathy for my own struggles. Getting out of the car, I was still leery of how the change in relationship might affect the interplay between us. 

Jack didn't feel like boating so we just went for a long drive through the surrounding countryside. We pulled into a small pub in a tiny town. I got Jack's wheelchair out and wheeled him inside. Only a few locals sat inside, I parked Jack at a table near a big window and went to get us a couple of beers. When I got back, one of the locals named Ben was talking with Jack. His son had been one of Jack's first apprentices. 

It was the start of a long afternoon. Ben rang his neighbor, who had played football with Jack, and he came in as well. I remained sober as I was driving, but Jack was well oiled by the time we left.

"I won't need any morphine tonight Al," he said, opening the long neck that his old football buddy bought him as a roadie. After a pause he spoke again, "they took me off the new drug, Allen. My cancer has become resistant to it, even at increased doses." 

"What are you going to do?"

Jack took a long pull from the bottle. "Die, I suppose."

I didn't have a reply to that, so I turned the radio onto the sport station. We listened to the broadcast of the early game as we drove back to Sandy. It was getting dark and the phone chirped when we were about ten minutes away. It was Sandy checking where we were.

"Do you two know what time it is?"

"Sorry darling, I couldn't get Allan out of the pub." Jack slurred his words a little as he spoke loudly so the Bluetooth microphone could pick up his comment.

"Allan?" There was some alarm in Sandy's voice.

"It's all right Sandy. I'm right to drive. Jack just ran into some old friends at a pub. We will be home in ten minutes."

"Alright. See you then." She disconnected.

"God, she's a good girl! Always looking out for me," Jack said, melancholy seeping into his voice. "And thanks Allan, for being there for both of us."

I didn't know what to say. Was he just talking generally or about the previous Saturday night? I just smiled and nodded. Dinner was just the three of us. After, I cleaned up while Sandy got the drunk Jack into bed. When she came back I'd finished the kitchen and Sandy poured us both another glass of red.

"Are you staying tonight?"

"Yes."

"Good, did Jack tell you?"

"Yes."

"Thanks for staying. I don't want to be alone tonight. Let's see what's on television."

We watched an old Clint Eastwood spaghetti western, laughing at the overdubbing. When it finished, I felt awkward again. I was unsure what was going to happen, given the news I been told today. I decided to say goodnight and went to the guest room. I got into bed with the lamp on and waited. After a while I turned it off and tried to go to sleep. The door opened just before I slipped away, I pulled the covers back and Sandy got in.

"Are you..." Sandy's hand covered my mouth.

"Don't talk," she said, as she placed my hand under her shirt.

So tonight, it was my turn to explore. I pulled the shirt up and traced her firm abdomen, finding a small piercing in her navel. Moving up, I felt under the curve of each breast then around the sides up under her armpits. Going back to the middle I slowly undid the three buttons on the shirt, allowing it to open, giving me access to the top of each breast. I circled the nipples being very careful not to touch them, moving close, then darting away.

Sandy breathing deepened, as my fingers glided over first one then the other stiffening bud. She pushed her arm down between us, her hand seeking and finding my hard cock. Leaving her breasts, I slid my hand down cupping her sex. Teasing was forgotten as I pushed my middle finger into her moist slit. At the same time I leaned over and sucked on the nipple closest to me. 

The extra stimulation caused Sandy to moan and grab at my body trying to pull me on top. I let her hands guide me between her legs. She pushed down my boxers. I kicked them off before nestling my cockhead just below her entrance. Sandy reached down with both hands taking a firm grip on my butt. She pulled me up as she slid down impaling herself.

Then we were off, grunting, gasping, rutting, both of us desperately seeking a release. Sandy got there first, the earlier teasing giving her a head start. I slowed to a stop allowing her to bask in the glow for a while before I withdrew completely. Now, it was my turn to set the agenda. I rolled her over onto her stomach before pulling her hips up until she was on all fours. Nestling my cock back in her cunt, I pushed all the way in, groaning as I did.

I tried to be slow and steady, but it just felt to good,. I held her hips as I picked up the pace. Sandy dropped her head onto the pillow, her butt still high in the air making it easier to go faster. One arm snaked down between my legs tickling my ball whenever it came within range. I was getting close and Sandy knew it, bucking back against me she clamped her internal muscles milking me. All too quickly, I was there, firing off inside, slamming as deep as I could go each time.

Satisfied I collapsed on the bed on my back beside her. Sandy snuggled under my arm with her head on my shoulder. She lightly stroked my chest as my breathing slowed and deepened as I drifted off to sleep. When I woke in the early morning she was gone again, she had left like a phantom in the night. This Sunday was a carbon copy of the last. After breakfast, I finished off listing all the items in Jack's shed. Over lunch, we went over it putting a value on most of them. Jack had accumulated some good stuff after fifteen years in the building industry.

Rubbing my chin, I said, "you know Jack, you should auction this stuff. There is a lot of gear here that other builders might want." 

"I just can't be bothered, Allan. I'll just get Sandy to put a few signs up around the neighborhood." 

"I tell you what, leave it with me. I'll make some inquiries to see if I can organize something."

"Okay, but really I don't think it's worth the bother." Jack didn't appear that interested.

Back home that night, I checked the yellow pages for stock and station agents in his town. They worked clearing sales on farms, so I thought they might be interested. The next day I rang around. Two didn't seem to care, but one guy wanted to see the list. I scanned a copy e-mailing it to him and he rang me the next day.

"I think we could help you, Allan. You have done most of the work. I've got a young bloke, just learning the ropes. I've been trying to get him some auctioneering experience. Is it alright if I send him to do it?"

"Yes, that would be fine. How much would it cost?"

"As I said, you've done most of the work with the cataloging and valuing," he paused as if mulling something over. "Can I ask, um, if this stuff has got anything to do with Jack Knox?"

"Yes, it's all his gear."

"You should've put that somewhere on the list. There will be no charge. We will pay for the advertising and I'll try to get it out to all the builders in the district. I'm sure they will all want to support Jack and Sandy."

"I'm not sure Jack would like a big fuss."

"Knowing Jack, I'm sure he wouldn't. Everybody knows his situation and they would be glad to have found some way to help him. When do you want to do it?"

"Not this coming Sunday, but next."

There was silence except for the flipping of pages, probably from a schedule diary. "That will be fine, I'll send my boy, James, around Saturday afternoon to get the lay of the land. What time were you thinking of starting?" 

"Not sure, would ten be okay."

"Perfect, should have everything wrapped up for a late lunch. If you give me your contact details, we'll be in touch."

I did and we said goodbye. I rang Sandy straight after to let her know what I had organized. I didn't say anything about them doing it for free or the publicity. Best if that was a surprise on the day. I didn't count on how much publicity had happened. The next weekend the phone rang all the time with people offering to help, and asking about the condition of the gear. On Sunday night I left the phone off the hook, so I could get some peace.

I wanted to get back to Jack's on Friday, but work intervened. On Saturday morning I was up before the sun and at their house for breakfast. Jack was having a bad day. The pins and needles in his legs had become a throbbing pain. It came and went, but today it came in a big way. Sandy gave him some of the heavy painkillers and he went to bed. I spent the morning in the shed, trying to get things lined up and ready to sell.

About three, James came over and had a look. He suggested we move some of the stuff outside in the morning, just to give people more room to see. I asked how many he expected to come.

"The way the boss has been working the phones, I'd say half the town will be here."

Oh dear, I thought, I hope Jack wakes up in a better mood tomorrow. That night Sandy visited me again, slipping into bed in the dark and leaving before dawn. I got up early and lined up the bigger items outside the shed. Sandy came out an hour later to tell me breakfast was ready. Luckily, Jack did feel better today, he was even up to walking around a bit. A big four wheel drive pulling up in front of the shed cut my breakfast short.

I went out to see who it was. The agent who I spoke to about the auction introduced himself, his wife and his daughter. The ladies were busy setting up a table, laptop and printer. I wondered what for.

"That's for the bidders tickets registration. Everything goes onto a spreadsheet, I follow the the auction with a tablet noting down bidder numbers and prices. Those are sent back to the laptop via wifi. Then when the buyer goes to the girls at the end of the day, he gets an itemized report of what he has bought."

"Wow, um, is that going to be necessary today?"

"Certainly is. Does Jack own that vacant lot behind the shed?"

"Yes." 

"Good, we will need it for parking. The Lion's club are bringing their food van out to serve bacon and egg rolls and also sausage sandwiches. The lady who runs the coffee shop is bringing her trailer as well. All proceeds going to Jack and Sandy, of course."

"Oh, I'm not sure that they are going to like all this fuss." I was sure they weren't.

"Too bad. The town wants to say we're here to support you. Don't look so worried Allen. By the time they realize what's going on, it will be too late. I think in the end, they will have a great day."

I went back inside warily to let them know, at least some, of what was going to be happening.

Is that Warren Martin out there?" Sandy asked, handing me a cup of tea.

"Yes, and his wife and daughter. Do you know him?"

"Sure do. I used to work for him during my university holidays. Mostly in the office, but I used to help on some weekends with his clearing sales on farms. That's actually where I met Jack."

"Seriously?"

"Oh yes, Sandy was the sundries girl." Jack replied with a glint in his eye.

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's a bit hard to explain. Allan, what's that van doing?"

A large van with the Lion's Club symbol on the side pulled up beside the shed.

"Um, Warren thought that having food might be a good way to keep the buyers here."




The Big C



"How many people are coming, Allen?" Jack started to get testy.

"Who knows with these things. It could be twenty. It could be two hundred," Sandy interjected.

"It better not turn into a freak show!" Jack's face reddened.

"Calm down Jack. Allen's just helping out," Sandy scolded. She walked over to stand behind Jacks chair. "Come on. Let's go and say hello to Warren and Shelley."

Jack stood up and got himself steady. Then with Sandy by his side walked slowly outside. I stayed in and finished my tea. When I got outside, Jack and Sandy were sharing a laugh with Warren. Jack seemed in a better mood. The young auctioneer turned up and we all went through the sale order. I thought they would sell the big stuff first, but the intention was to start on all the sundry items. There were boxes of screws, nails and numerous hand and power tools.

"Some of this stuff can be hard to shift, so it's best to do those first," Warren said looking over the three tables of stuff. He shifted his gaze to Sandy, "it will be harder today without my sundries girl."

"Maybe I could make a comeback. After all, it's for a good cause. What do you think honey?" she asked Jack.

"I might buy some of my own tools back," he said with a laugh.

"Hmmm, I'll just go and check in my wardrobe to see if I have something appropriate to wear." Sandy said before strutting back to the house.

Cars and utes had already rolled into the back lot. The smell of bacon on the grill wafted through the air and there was a sense of excitement building. The early starters milled around the equipment outside. A couple lined up to register as bidders for the day. The coffee van arrived completing the smell of breakfast.

By the auction start time, the back lot was full. Other vehicles packed into any spot they could find along the streets including some neighbors front yards. Other builders from around the district surrounded Jack and he was having a great time. 

The young auctioneer stood on a box so he was well above the crowd and yelled out. 

"Saleooo! Saleooo! We will be starting here at the three tables in one minute."

On cue, Sandy came out of the house. Wowsers! She wasn't just hot, she was on fire. Dressed in short, and I mean short, denim cut offs and a red halter top that was barely managing to hold in her breasts. She must have had a wonder bra on or some padding because I was sure that she isn't that big. A short brown leather jacket and ankle high cowgirl boots finished off the outfit. Daisy Duke eat your heart out. 

The crowd around the table parted like the Red sea for Moses as she sashayed towards us. Holding out her hand, I help her onto another box beside the auctioneer. Then I passed her the first item. I don't know if it was just her, but the bidding got off to a frantic pace. We got through the sundries in an hour with most items selling higher than the value Jack and I put on them. Once the tables cleared, we moved into the shed for some larger items. Sandy went inside, coming out a short time later in different clothes with less skin on display.

She walked to Jack and stood with him in a group of builder friends. Once the gear in the shed sold, the builders deserted Jack as they stood around the bigger equipment. There was a bobcat on a trailer with accessories, a backhoe with trencher, concrete pump and hoses, and his five ton work truck with hoist and racks. The builders competed fiercely with some of the bidding coming close to new prices. 

It was all over by eleven thirty. Some of the people that purchased early had paid and gone, but there was still a big crowd. The Lion's Club van was doing a roaring trade in sausage sandwiches. However another ute pulling up with a tarp tied over a loaded tray usurped the coffee cart. 

A large man got out of the front, followed by two girls in shirts plastered with advertising for a beer brand. The guy uncovered the back of the ute to a big cheer from those closest to him. It had four big tubs full of ice and beer. I found out later the guy was a publican at one of the locals. He'd part filled the four tubs with ice before topping one up with beer from his own establishment. Then he went to the other liquor outlets and they matched his donation in the other tubs. 

So then the party started. The Lion's Club van ran out of food. They took a slightly inebriated butcher down to his shop to load up with more sausages. People surrounded Jack and Sandy all afternoon showing their support and I guess, sadly, saying goodbye. I had to get Jack's wheelchair from the house as the standing took its toll on him.

Once the free beer ran out, the crowd began to disperse. I stood with Jack and Sandy when Warren, his wife, and daughter came to say goodbye. After some tearful embraces, Warren handed over two big rolls of cash.

"This is for all the little stuff. That way, the taxman won't need to know. I'll deposit the other money from the bigger items in your account, once the cheques clear."

Taking the money, Jack looked up at him. "Thanks mate. If I'd have known it was going to get like this, I would have said no, but then I would have missed a today. You deserve more than your ten percent today."

"No son, no charge today, and I'd do the same tomorrow just to see my sundries girl, again." Warren replied making light of his contribution. "If you have some spare time on a weekend Sandy, I'll give you a job."

"You couldn't afford me anymore," she retorted slapping him on the arm.

The crowd had thinned and only the builders remained loading up, hitching up, or preparing to drive away their purchases. I went inside, got a few more drinks from Jack's bar fridge, and took them outside so he could have one last drink with his mates. Sandy and I went back inside, watching from the window as they stood around Jack talking.

"Thanks for doing this," Sandy said putting her arm around my waist and laying her head on the shoulder nearest her.

"I didn't do anything. I just rang Warren." 

"But we wouldn't have done that. Maybe I would have after, but not before. He will treasure this day, I'm sure." She replied wiping tears from her eyes.

His mates started to shake Jack's hand. Sandy went back out to say goodbye and so she could wheel him back inside. I made myself scarce packing my things in the guest room, as I knew it was an emotional moment for both of them. I came out thirty minutes later to find Jack and Sandy in the kitchen. Jack talked to Sandy, dissecting the day as she prepared dinner.

"You're not going anywhere, mister." Sandy said on seeing me with my bag.

"I'd best get going,. I have to work tomorrow. It's been a big day," I protested.

"No way, put your bag back in there. Then come out here and have a drink."

"Really...I should be going," I wavered.

"Are you going to argue with a lady holding a sharp knife?" Sandy demanded, pointing the large knife at me with a playful grin.

"Just get up early and go home tomorrow, mate." Jack joined in. "Come on, Sandy's doing my favorite dinner tonight, spicy butter chicken."

Sighing, I returned to the guest room depositing my bag on the bed before going back to the kitchen. I picked up the glass of wine they'd poured for me and sat on the other side of the bench as Sandy prepared dinner.

It may have been Jack's favorite, but he could barely keep his eyes open at the dinner table. He was seriously fatigued after missing his afternoon sleep and all the activity that day. Not to mention, he'd drunk quite a few ales as well. Tonight, I wheeled him down to the bedroom and got him into bed while Sandy cleaned up. I came back feeling very tired myself, so I told Sandy I was going to have a shower and go to bed.

"Me too, it was a long day."

So, Sandy moved towards the main bedroom and I went to the bathroom. After a long hot shower, I walked back to the guest room turning off the lights as I went. I put my clothes on a chair just inside the guest room door and turned to close it when a voice behind me made me jump out of my skin.

"About time you got here, I nearly went to sleep." 

I turned to see Sandy in the bed, covers up to her chin.

"Come on, turn the light off and get in here." 

As I turned off the light, my thoughts went back to Sandy's Daisy Duke impersonation from earlier in the day and I became more aroused. A childhood fantasy crossed off tonight, well, sort of. After an all to brief interlude, the childhood fantasy put me over the edge very quickly, I was sound asleep. Waking in the night, I expected Sandy to be gone but her sleeping form huddled behind me. 

I rolled over and she did too before pushing back against me. I draped my arm around her, my hand moved up to cup her naked breast. I lightly caressed her nipple and she wiggled her butt against my growing erection. 

"Do you think you can wait for me this time?" Sandy mumbled sleepily.

"I certainly hope so," I replied earnestly.

"Good, but maybe I should make sure."

Sandy rolled to face me, pushed me onto my back, and climbed on top. "Now, I don't care what you have to do, but you'd better get me off first," she scolded.

"Yes ma'am!" I replied in my best southern US accent.

Sliding herself down my cock, she asked, "so you like a girl in boots?"

"Oh yes," I panted.

"Well, think of me in something else. This is my turn."

I let her have a turn. In fact, she had two before I lost it again. Sandy collapse on top of me falling asleep with my cock still inside her. The alarm went off at five with Sandy still in the bed.

"I've got to go." I whispered getting up.

"So do I," she replied, "don't turn the light on until I'm gone."

I got home, showered, changed, and was at work almost on time. It took me a couple of days to get over that big weekend. Thursday evening, I was watering some plants in the garden, daydreaming about Daisy Duke, when the bells went off above the back door signaling my home phone was ringing. I didn't hurry inside. It was probably a telemarketer, anyway. I returned to the memory of Sandy walking through the crowd at the auction.

The bells stopped and I was thankful for the silence. Five minutes later, they started again, but I still didn't run inside. If it's someone I know they will ring my mobile. I continued watering. A couple of minutes later, I felt my pocket and realized my mobile was inside. Then the bells started again and this time I ran.

"Hello?" I said breathlessly.

"Allan, oh thank god," it was Sandy.

"What's wrong?" I asked worried by the distress in her voice.

"It's...I..." she started crying, "please can you come I...I...can't explain."

"I'll be right there." I replied trying to reassure her.

She hung up and I went straight to the car driving like a maniac to get there. All the way, I tried to get her back on the phone, but she wouldn't or couldn't answer. I drove onto their street expecting to see the flashing lights of the ambulance, police, or something happening. Except it just looked normal. The outside light over the front door burned bright, but that was it. 

I got to the door and knocked. Sandy answered, her eyes red from crying. She rushed into my arms bursting into a fresh round of sobbing. I got her inside, sat her on the lounge, and checked on Jack. He was asleep and appeared comfortable. I returned to Sandy and sat beside her.

"What's up, Sandy?" I asked easing her hands from her face.

"He's given up. He's just waiting to die!" 

"What happened?"

"Monday morning, he wasn't well. I...I just put it down to the big weekend and the beer and..." she dissolved into tears again.

"Come on, Sandy. Take a few deep breaths and just calm down a bit." I said gently, putting my arm around her.

After regaining control of her breathing, she continued. "That night he was no better, so I rang the local GP to see if he could drop in the next morning." Now that Jack had finished his cancer treatment, the local doctor looked after of his palliative care. " He looked at Jack and suggested that I take Jack to the base hospital for some scans. The cancers everywhere Allen. It's gone berserk. He shouldn't have gone off the new drug."

"The doctor told you it was a short term thing, Sandy."

"I know." She almost lost it again, then pulled herself together. "They only give him two weeks." That started the tears, again.

I held her for some time, until she felt she could talk again. 

"The doctors want to see him again tomorrow to discuss pain relief. I just can't face it on my own. Jack has become so withdrawn and distant. He doesn't want to eat. He doesn't want to get out of bed. I don't know what to do. Can you stay, please?"

"Yes, I can stay. Have you been getting any sleep?" I worried about Sandy's physical as well as mental state.

"No, I just keep thinking."

"Did the doctors prescribed anything for you?" 

"Yes, but I can't take them. What if Jack wakes up and needs me? What if I can't wake up?"

"I'm here tonight. I'll spend the night in your room. You, have a shower, take a couple of pills, and go to bed in the spare bed."

"But what if he..." I shushed her.

"No talking back. Into the shower, then into bed. Dr Allen's orders. Now go!"

She stood up. Halfway to the bathroom, she turned around to argue again, but I simply pointed to the door and she left. I got a glass of water and the iPad I had brought with me, then walked to the main bedroom. I sat in the comfy chair beside Jack's bed, fired up the kindle app on my tablet, and started reading the latest Lee Child novel. I'd reached the first fight scene when Jack woke up. 

"Is that you, Allan?" He asked weakly.

"Yeah, mate."

"Did Sandy call you?"

"Yes, she's worried about you Jack."

"I guess she won't have to worry for much longer then," he said bitterly.

"Come on, Jack, where is this coming from?"

"I'm fucking dying Allan. It changes your perspective!"

"Really, well here's something for you to think about, Jack. We are all dying. Tonight everybody is twelve hours closer to dying than what they were when they got up this morning."

"It's not the same." 

"No shit. Of course it's not, but before you get all woe is me, why does all the bad stuff happen to me? I want you to think about something. The other day six kids were gunned down in a school. They went to school like it was just another day. Three hours later, they are cowering under a desks as some mad arsehole, with authority issues and an automatic weapon, walks into their classroom blasting away like he's playing a video game.

They died in abject terror and probably in agony, because I bet the fucker couldn't shoot straight. They died alone, away from their loved ones, in a place they probably didn't even like.

Now you, poor Jack, you get to go in your bed, so whacked out on drugs the only thing you will be aware of is the touch of your wife. She will be holding your hand through all of this and when you've gone and are at peace, she will be crying her heart out. Even though she has been doing that in her private moments for a long time, nothing prepares you for that moment when the person you love is just a lifeless shell." Tears were streaming down my face as I remembered sitting next to my wife's bed in the hospice. Her eyes closed, her hand cold, and her mouth hanging open with a bit of spittle on her chin.

"Spare me your home spun philosophy Allan. I mean, where is this peace and calm you crapped on about at the start. It's fine for you, you're just thinking with your dick."

"So that is what this is about? Spare me your hypocrisy. You practically begged me to help Sandy out and I have never rubbed it in your face."

"She didn't come back to her bed the other night!" he retorted.

"She fell asleep, Jack!" It was on the tip of my tongue that I didn't get her off the first time, but that would have been too much information. 

Jack was silent. After a while I wondered if he had drifted off to sleep. Looking closer, I could see tears running down his cheeks.

"Come on mate,." I pulled the chair closer to his bed.

"I don't want die,. I know that sounds pathetic, but I don't want to die," Jack mumbled.

"It's not pathetic. It's what Sandy wants to hear. She thinks you have given up."

"The doctors have given up, why shouldn't I?"

He had a point, but I didn't agree with him. "Alright Jack, how about we look at it a different way. Let's say that you go to a fortune teller and she tells you, no matter what you do, in two weeks you are going to get hit by a truck. Do you lay down on the road and wait for it? or do you live every minute of those two weeks like the precious gift they are? The next couple of weeks will be defined by how you choose to live it not by how you die, because we know how this story ends."

Neither of us spoke for the next twenty minutes,. I sat back in my chair and stared at the ceiling. Jack was the one who broke the silence, again.

"Where's Sandy?"

"She is in the guest bedroom,. I told her to take a couple of the sleeping pills the doctor prescribed and get some rest. She looked a wreck, Jack, I'll stay in here tonight."

"Oh okay, " Jack rolled onto his side facing away from me,. I reached back and got my iPad to resume reading.

A little later, Jack rolled back. "What are you reading?"

"It's just a fiction book, about an ex-army guy who drifts around the US getting himself into scrapes with bad guys, before saving the day. It's action, thriller sort of stuff. His names Jack Reacher and he's like a gunslinger from the old style westerns." I suddenly realized the light might have been keeping him awake. "I can stop if the lights to bright."

"No it's fine,. I'm not tired at present. Did they make a movie about this guy recently?"

"Yeah, it was a joke. The books are one hundred times better. In the books, Reacher is over six foot, a real man mountain with a craggy face. Then they picked short arsed, baby faced Tom Cruise in the lead role. It was a travesty."

"Um this is going to sound weird, but could you read it aloud to me till I go to sleep?"

"Yeah, but I'm warning you, I might be a little rusty. The last time I read aloud it was a nursery rhyme book to my kids." 

I started reading and it did felt weird. I started at the beginning, which made it easier, as I knew what was coming up. As I got into the story, I got swept up in it. Jacks eyes were closed, so I assumed he was asleep and I stopped. 

"Keep going, I'm listening," Jack barked, so I did.

At the end of chapter eight, Jack stopped me. "That's enough, you can stop now. I'm tired."

I stopped reading aloud, but continued to read to myself when a Jack spoke again. "No mate, stop. Don't read ahead. You can continue tomorrow when I wake up." I opened my mouth to protest, but he stopped me. "Who's dying here?"

"How long are you going to use that old chestnut?" I asked with a grin.

"As long as it takes. Goodnight Allen." He rolled over the other way.

I woke the next morning with a numb bum and a sore neck. It was only just light and Jack still slept, I stood up and stretched, then went out to the kitchen. Putting the kettle on, I got the stuff out to make a cup of tea. I just sat down with my tea and a piece of toast when Sandy came out, wiping the sleep from her eyes. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," I said looking up at her gorgeous form. 

She was wearing a t-shirt that just came down far enough to meet the lacy panties below. The shirt was tight across her chest, so the outline of her breasts with the nipples prominent were clearly visible. I looked away, quickly, remembering the conversation the night before.

"How was Jack with you?"

"Um...we had a spirited discussion. We went to sleep on better terms, but I guess we will see when he wakes up."

"Did he say anything about..." She didn't finish the sentence, but I got the drift.




The Big C



"Yes, that was part of it."

"We will...I mean I will have to stop. I suppose I should never had started."

"We can't change history, but yes, WE have to stop," I agreed, it takes two to tango.

Sandy realized her attire was perhaps not in keeping with the sober mood and left in the direction of her bedroom. I continued with my breakfast and tried to massage the kink out of my neck. Sandy appeared more modestly dressed with her smile back.

"Jack's awake," she said brightly.

"And he's..." I started.

"In a very good mood," she finished, "but apparently you started a book last night and he wants you to read some more, before the doctors appointment today." Sandy gave me a quizzical look.

"I'll tell you later," I answered, finishing my tea. Then getting a big glass of water before heading back to the bedroom.

I read eight more chapters before Sandy kicked me out to wash and dress Jack for the doctors. They requested I tag along again, but this time I wasn't much help. The doctor spent thirty minutes explaining options from morphine pumps to meditation. Then he asked Jack to rate his pain on a scale of one to ten. With one being easily bearable, to ten being excruciating. Jack came up with a three, mostly, and sometimes a five.

They decided the best thing to do was to stay with the heavy oral painkillers for now. The doctor said they could reassess in a week, if there was any major change. He wouldn't give Jack a big amount. Instead he gave him enough for two days saying he would drive past and pop in with some more after that. It was common practice not to give terminally ill patients too much medication at once, in case they tried to end it early.

Back at the house, I once again read aloud. Only this time it was in the lounge room. Sandy came in and sat with us for a while. Jack caught her up on the story, but she wasn't as enthusiastic as we were for it. She adjourned to the kitchen to organize some dinner, and I got up to get a drink.

He allowed me to stop to eat, but while sitting around the table Jack laid down the law.

"You know Allan, you can't leave until you finish that book."

I thought he was joking. "Don't worry mate, I'll be back next weekend."

"Allan, I know it's a lot to ask, but would you stay? While I was getting Jack dressed, we talked about it and um..." Sandy asked her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Do you mean till the end of the book or the end?" 

"The bitter end," Jack said, hope on his face. "If you can't, we'll understand, but it really helps us out when you are here. Both our stress levels go down," Jack added.

I was blindsided by this and I wasn't able to give an answer straight away. "I'm not sure guys. Um...can I let you know tomorrow? I just haven't even...you know...ah... the idea has never entered my head. These situations are usually private things."

I spent a restless night thinking over Sandy and Jack's request. It was only going to be a couple of weeks and I could easily get the time off work. Except I wasn't sure I wanted to be in this highly charged emotional zone. Did I really need to sit and watch somebody else die? In the end, Sandy and Jack's needs won out over my own misgivings. I told them my decision over a late breakfast.

"I can hang around, but I want you to tell me to piss off if you want some privacy, okay?" They nodded. "Alright, first thing tomorrow, I'll go home to get some clothes and ring my boss."

"Will that be a problem?" Sandy asked, uncertain again.

"No, I'm not indispensable and he owes me some time."

After breakfast, we all went for a drive and a walk. In Jack's case, a wheel around the riverside park. After a refreshing dose of the outdoors, it was back home to the story. We finished it that night before Jack fell asleep. Then I went to bed. 

That became a pattern. A late breakfast, followed by all of us or sometimes just Jack and myself, going to see his friends and relatives. The afternoons were for resting and reading. I had many books that I could read on my iPad. We stuck to the fiction books,alternating between the action hero of Jack Reacher and John Rebus, Ian Rankin's drunken detective from Edinburgh. I slept in the guest room without disturbance, but I did wake twice and thought I sensed somebody in the room with me. That may well have been my over active imagination.

For the first ten days, there was little outward change in Jack's condition. However on the next Thursday morning, a panicked Sandy woke me.

"Allen! Allen!" I sat up pushing away Sandy's shaking hands.

"What's wrong?"

"I was getting Jack dressed and he started shaking. Then he had some sort of fit and fell off the bed. He won't wake up!" She almost screamed the last bit.

"Call the doctor," I said grabbing a dressing gown and hurrying to Jack and Sandy's bedroom.

Jack was on his side on the floor, I got down beside him realized he was still breathing, but he was unconscious. His colour was still good and his pulse was strong, so I was hopeful it wasn't the end. By the time the doctor arrived, he was semi-conscious. Sandy and I had him back on the bed. The doctor looked him over, then motioned for us to follow him outside.

"He's had a seizure. Probably the tumor at the base of his skull has grown and is putting pressure on the brain itself. Now it's up to you. We can get him to hospital, do the scans, and confirm that, or we can let him rest here. I think in a couple of hours, he will be back as normal."

"So you're saying not to take him to hospital?" I inquired trying to clarify his statement.

"No, what I'm saying is, my professional advice is, to take him for scans. However as a friend and given the scarcity of time left for Jack. Do you really want to be waiting around in a hospital for three quarters of the day?"

"But what if he has damaged himself?" Sandy asked a quite reasonable question if we weren't talking about a man with a week to live.

The doctor sighed. It was tough for him. He had taken an oath to do everything to preserve life. He had a legal obligation to do much the same. He knew the score in this situation, he just couldn't spell it out.

I put my arm around Sandy. "We will keep an eye on him for a couple of hours and if he starts to deteriorate, we will call you," I explained.

Sandy gave me a look, but I tried to act reassuring. The doctor said "thanks," and left.

"Why no scans. What if he has a fractured skull?" Sandy was agitated.

"I'm sure he checked him thoroughly. If Jack hasn't improved in an hour, I'll take him to the hospital. Although we both know he is sick of all that stuff, getting poked and prodded, and the interminable waiting."

Sandy still seemed unsure. Come on," I said. "Let's go in and sit with him."

We didn't need an hour. In ten minutes, he was a lot brighter. I started reading again and he lay back holding Sandy's hand. He didn't get out of bed that day and his excursions out became less frequent and shorter in the days to follow. The seizure had started something, it also jogged my memory of something that Sandy and Jack might want sorted. Over dinner, I asked them about what type of a sendoff they wanted for Jack.

"What do you mean?" Sandy replied.

"Well, there's the big one, burial, cremation or a Viking burial?" I said trying to keep things light.

"Viking burial?" Jack looked confused.

"We will throw you in the tinny, pile in some timber, set you alight and let you float down the river." We all giggled at that and after that subsided I asked, "have you thought about it?"

"No, didn't you say I was supposed to concentrate on living?" Jack seemed annoyed.

"Yes, I know, but I'm not always right. I remembered the other day that I hadn't done anything before my wife died. In the state that I was in after her death, I don't think I did her justice with the funeral."

We went through everything that I could think of regarding a memorial service. They selected a funeral director and we contacted him to firm up the details. We spoke about other funerals we had been to, what we liked and what we didn't. I recounted how one of my old work colleagues, a football nut, had requested when they carried him out of the church, for a recording of "Dropkick Me Jesus, (through the goalposts of life)" to be played.

The Wednesday following Jack's first seizure, we took Jack on what was to become his last outing. We went to the cemetery and he watched as Sandy placed flowers on his parents' graves. On the way back to the car, Jack had another of his fade-outs. He slumped in the wheel chair almost falling out. After getting him back to the car, I rang the doctor and he said to come straight to the back of his surgery. When we got there his practice nurse was waiting. She helped us get Jack into one of the examination rooms through the back door.

The doctor came in and went through his routine checks. Jack was still breathing and had a strong pulse, but wasn't conscious. We stayed for two hours and the doctor checked back, in between other patients. Jack hadn't regained consciousness and his pulse had slowed. The doctor took Sandy and I into his office and closed the door. We sat down and the doctor moved his chair out from behind his desk, closer to us. 

"I think we have reached the endgame," he said quietly,. Sandy choked back a sob. "As always with these things, I don't know for sure, but you have to decide how to proceed." We nodded and he continued. "I'll organize an ambulance to take Jack from here, but where he goes is up to you. He can go to the hospital or he can go home. In hospital, there will be interventions to slow down the process, oxygen mask, etc. At home, the end will be quicker, but having a person die in your house isn't for everybody. So it's up to you."

Sandy grasped my hand tightly,. "Jack didn't want to be kept alive by machines and I want his passing to be peaceful. I want him at home."

The doctor smiled and patted Sandy's leg. "Good choice. There is something I want to warn you about. Some patients, not all, have a sudden surge of energy. It's like the body and the brain give it one last shot. I had a case where a woman had been nursing her terminally ill son. He had been unconscious for two days. She went to the toilet and came out to find him standing at the fridge with the door open looking for a drink. It can be disturbing and lead people to believe a miracle has happened. Generally, it last less than five minutes and is followed by a very rapid decline."

"Okay," Sandy replied weakly.

The doctor rang for the ambulance and thirty minutes later, the ambulance officers were placing Jack on his bed. Sandy stayed with him and I made us something to eat. She stayed beside his bed all afternoon holding his hand. I walked in and out, trying to keep active. That had always been my coping mechanism, even during my wife's final days.

About nine that night, I'd made a cup of coffee in the kitchen when I heard excited voices coming from the bedroom. Walking in with two cups, I saw the end of the bed had been pumped up and Jack was sitting up talking to Sandy. She sat on the edge of the bed holding his hand and lightly touching his face. 

"Thanks for the coffee mate, but I'd kill for a beer." Jack said to me, his voice raspy. 

I put the cups down and returned to the kitchen for three beers,. I took the tops off and in the room shared them around.

I made a toast, "to good friends and true love!" We clinked the bottles together and each had a mouthful.

Jack smacked his lips and sighed laying back into the pillows stacked behind him. He closed his eyes and they never opened again. His body held on until, with one last rattling breath, he died at midnight. Sandy laid her head upon Jack's chest and sobbed. I left the room so she could start the process of grieving. I called the doctor to let him know the end had come, expecting just to leave a message, but he answered. He had been on a call for a road accident, and was just heading back home. He said he would swing by to do the formalities for the death certificate.

Next, I rang the funeral director. Unfortunately he was awake due to the same road accident. I explained that Sandy was still with Jack. He understood saying that he would take his time arriving and he would wait until Sandy was ready.

The last person I rang was Sandy's sister, she was going to come and stay. I only got her answering machine, but that would be fine as she would still get here tomorrow. Sandy came out with her face red from crying. I held my arms out and she walked to me, resting her head on my shoulder. She cried some more. The doctor arrived and did his thing, followed by the funeral director. He inquired if it would be all right to move the body, Sandy asked for another couple of minutes.

A little later Sandy came out of the room carrying the suit that she wanted him buried in. The funeral director and his son wheeled a trolley in and came back a short time later with Jack's covered body. After seeing them out I gave Sandy a couple more sleeping pills putting her to bed in the guest room. Exhausted I plonked down on the lounge to get some sleep myself.

The morning sun streaming in through a window woke me a few hours later. I sat up disorientated at first, then came back to the reality of the previous night's events. After checking in on the still sleeping Sandy, I went to the main bedroom. Switching on the light, I stared into the room. The unmade bed that Jack had previously occupied and the now redundant hoist were monuments to the previous two weeks. I walked to the small bedside table. The three partly drunk beer bottles sat forlornly amongst the pill bottles and lolly wrappers.

Pulling myself out of the maudlin mood, I began tidying. It seemed like the right thing to do. Taking the beer bottles out to the kitchen, I emptied the remaining contents down the sink. Returning to the room with a garbage bag I loaded it with any rubbish I could find. Next I stripped the sheets of Jack's bed, taking them to the laundry. 

Going back to the bedroom, I wheeled the hoist to the front door. It would go back to the medical supplies place. I was pushing the hospital bed to the front door as well, when a disheveled Sandy appeared from the guest room. I stopped pushing and hesitated unsure what to do or say. Thinking back to my time straight after my wife died was no help, because I couldn't really remember anything until the day of the funeral. I had been a walking, talking zombie just going through the motions of life trying not to feel anything.

Leaving the bed, I went to her and gave her a hug. She didn't respond with her arms, they staying limply by her side. She merely rested her head on my shoulder. There was no point inquiring about how she felt, instead I asked if she wanted some breakfast. She shook her head, I led her into the kitchen anyway, sat her down putting the kettle on for a cup of tea.

We sat opposite each other without speaking, I held her hand as she stared off into space. Thankfully, there was a knock on the door and it was her sister, Angela. It meant a fresh round of tears, but I discovered Angela was a people person and she took charge of Sandy. It left me to do the mechanical things, which suited me anyway. I returned the hospital bed and the hoist, borrowing a truck from one of Jack's builder friends. In the process, I began spreading the word of the nights events through the various networks that existed under the surface of a small town.

When I was back at the house, Angela put me in charge of the phone. Taking calls of condolence and noting down names.The funeral director came in the afternoon and finalized the details of the burial and memorial service, to be held the following Tuesday. A few close friends came to visit, but Angela kept a tight rein on how long they stayed. I packed my things and was on my way to the front door, when Sandy saw me and called out to me.

"Allan? Where are you going?"

"Not far, I've booked into a pub in town," I explained.

"Why?" she asked walking towards me.

"With Jack gone...it just seems more appropriate. You know how gossip can start." Angela appeared behind Sandy and gave me a slight nod to show her approval.

"But...but," Sandy spluttered as she reached where I stood.

I put my hands on her upper arms holding her,. "I'll be back tomorrow, and I won't go home until after the funeral." I assured her, but she didn't seem convinced. I pulled her close and this time she clung to me.

"No, you have to stay!" 

"I will. I'll only be gone at night time. You haven't got enough beds. The house will be full when Angela's family arrive tonight."

Reluctantly she let me go, only after I assured her yet again, I would be back for dinner. The weekend wasn't great. My room at the pub was dreary and I had no urge to spend extra time there, but Sandy's house wasn't much better. Waiting for a funeral is almost as excruciating as waiting for someone to die. There wasn't much to do, so was a lot of sitting around, reminiscing, and feeling sad. Angela's husband and I put Jack and Sandy's queen sized bed back together in their...her room.

On the day of the funeral, Sandy got her game day face on. She wore a simple black dress topped with a black hat. The church was full and the congregation spilled out the front and the sides. Large speakers had been set up outside so those out there could hear the proceedings. Sandy sat in the front row with her family while I sat in the pew behind.

It was a fitting service. Warren Martin led the eulogies, followed by one of Jack's building friends, and finally I read a short piece that Sandy prepared. As always, the lowering of the coffin at the cemetery caused the peak of the emotional turmoil for the crowd. Sandy stood up to it well, but I could tell it was taking a terrible toll. 

The wake was at the local ex-serviceman's club. It was shoulder to shoulder at first, but after an hour the crowd began to thin. I stayed in the background. This was a chance for everybody else to share in Sandy's sorrow. When it was down to the hard core, who looked like they intended to see the next dawn before finishing, I suggested that I take Sandy home. Angela had left earlier with her husband and children.

At the house, I pulled up at the top of the driveway close to the house. Sandy made no move to get out, so I turned off the car. She turned in her seat to face me.

"You're leaving tomorrow, aren't you?" This wasn't a question, but an accusation with the severity of high treason.

"Yes."

"But why? I need you here!" Sandy pleaded.

"You have your sister. She is staying for another week. I have to get back to my job," I argued.

"That's bullshit!"

She had me there,. I had no desperate need to go back to my job. It was a flimsy excuse, but I felt I couldn't tell the truth. I was right that her sister was indeed staying for a week and Sandy could cajole her into another. Their days would be filled with visits from well-wishers and friends dropping in with casseroles or inviting them to share dinner elsewhere. However the nights, the long desolate nights alone, would be a different story. The need for oblivion would grow strong, and if I stayed the temptation would be too great. Not that I am an irresistible individual, but the need to forget would be unstoppable.

I harbored the thoughts of one day being with Sandy, forming a bond that could be love. The chances were slim, given I was ten years older and probably a polar opposite in personality and physical appearance to her precious Jack. I felt the probability would be zero if I took advantage of her in such an emotionally raw state. It would also set tongues wagging, the widow and the close friend who had been around a lot before Jack died. Sandy needed some time and space. The last four days had been torturous and the coming two weeks would be no better. Maybe I was just a scared.




The Big Cake



[©2011 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18 WITH IDENTITIES DISGUISED; FOR AGES 21 OR ABOVE]

[It's mom's 40th. Her friends give me $$$ for a dude to pop out of cake and give her some thrills. Shades of the Lone Ranger: who WAS that masked man?]

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Well, I've got some explaining to do. The year that I had turned 18 and was bounced out of my house was when this all happened. 

A house is not a home, or so they say. Well, we three (mom, dad, myself) had lived under the same beautiful copper clad roof for years. Every weekend, mom would become a 'widow' while my dad played golf, flew to Canada for fishing, or other things. 

Mom had a small circle of friends, all upper class and equally neglected, who would arrange for activities for themselves. Often it was shopping or some sort of fashion show. Always there was a night of bridge playing, just the four of them.

Now as I said, I had moved out upon my 18th birthday. I was living in a tiny studio apartment while I worked installing sprinkler systems. 

As my boss told me, over the course of a year, we (workers) would get tanned and buff. So as long as we didn't get ill from all that sun, it was like a vacation...sort of.

My mom had always felt guilty about her saying nothing while her husband literally kicked me out of the house at noon on my birthday. So, as tiny reparation, mom would allow me to cater their bridge games for which I'd get a small stipend.

One weekend the game was going on when my mother received a rare call from her sister in Nevada. She apologized and ran to the phone. The other three bridge players whispered in a huddle and then motioned me to come over.

Eloise: "Jim, your mom is going to have her big 40th birthday in a month. We are planning a huge surprise for her. Our wimpy husbands are flying to Canada to hunt or fly cast or something, so it'll be just us girls again. We have a wild idea. You have to keep it a secret." 

Eloise: "Since you drive a truck and are used to running errands, we want you to arrange for one of those 'cakes' with a performer inside. Instead of a girl, of course, we want a Chippendale-type of hunk." 

Eloise: "We're going to see to it that your mom never forgets her 40th birthday!! The only thing is, after you set it all up, we won't need you that weekend. To be frank, we'd rather not have your mom self-conscience because you're around."

I agreed to set up everything. I checked and a local company had a wooden 'cake' and performers. The cake was only $200 for the evening. The performer added $800. Then it occurred to me: okay, I'm not Brad Pitt but I'm not Danny DeVito either. 

Man, if I could work out like no one ever has for 30 days, I might just be able to pocket that $800. In this economy, $800 was a lot to me being a single guy without a wealthy spouse.

I told the 'gang of three' that it would be $1,000 (if they checked, the company would confirm it.) They thought that was reasonable given the fun to ensue. So we were off.

For an 18 year old like myself who worked in the sun installing sprinklers (a glorified way to describe a ditch-digger), getting into shape was a breeze. Most days, I was too exhausted from working out on the job to 'work out' at the gym. 

By the end of the 30 days, I was ready. I assumed I was to pop out of the cake, act like a hunky Ken doll and get lots of laughs, etc. This was only going to work because of a theme. Mom was an extreme devotee of horror films. Perfect: I would don a hockey mask and copy the guy in the films.

Well, the appointed weekend arrived. The ladies were playing bridge and I arrived unseen in my truck with a friend from work. We lowered the cake and I got in. He wheeled the cake to the door on rollers, was let in, and left the cake (under wraps). Then he took my truck back to my place where he'd left his car.

The 'gang of three' snickered to each other as mom looked with curiosity at the huge wax-paper wrapped thing. 

The game ended; mom and her partner won the 'rubber' with a grand slam, seven no-trump, doubled and re-doubled. My mother (Sue) finally caught up for the year. Sweet...

Jane: "Well, Sue, it's your 40th birthday. You are now officially over the hill. Prospects for your having that 2nd child don't look so hot, nor the chances of you having a gigolo 'kept boyfriend'." 

Jane: "So, as your only friends in this world, we figured you might as well get old and decrepit with one last act of insane fun." 

She waved at Cory to do the honors; all four oohed and aahed as the cake arose from the binds of paper. The icing/paint said 'Happy 40th.

That was a cue. One of the ladies had an iPod which she plugged into our home stereo. As a scary movie soundtrack played, the guy in the cake was to emerge. 

On time, I popped out, mask and all. The ladies all applauded as I flexed my 'guns'. Tanned and chiseled, I must say I looked pretty decent. I assumed that I would just dance and it would slowly wind down as a party. So I assumed...

As the music blared on, I noticed liquor bottles on the bridge table. Geez, the ladies had been 'sucking it back' while they played. 

To my surprise, one of those kept lady/trophy wives came up to me and started pawing at my athletic tie-string pants. I hadn't counted on this. Just wish I'd worn some jockeys.

The pants came down and there it was. The 'gang of three' all whooped and hollered seeing my cock. Even at rest it was bigger...much bigger...than any of the pathetic 'cocktail weenies' that they had to put up with as gold-digging trophy wives. 

As Jane did the honors, cupping my family jewels with one hand and stroking my manhood with the other, the other three women watched. Like a cobra, my pride and joy arose from a downward tilt. It would jerk, rise, fall, bobble, rise, fall, until it sprang to full ten inches of glory. 

As to the family jewels below, they swelled with size and power as my cobra danced right above them. When she was finished, it looked like two large peaches were contained in that bull-sized sack. The 'gang of three' licked their lips in unison. 

I was still standing there like a statue, still doing my thing as a performer. With my mask on, I stood while one lady after another would pay 'lip service' to my magnificent rod. As they all honored me in turn, I felt like some god of fertility or something. 

I'd occasionally flex my muscles, causing the women not on their knees to caress the steel hard muscle acquired by actual work on my manual laboring physique. All this time, my mother hung back. We were coming to the climax finally.

Eloise: "Well, enough preliminaries ladies! The lady being honored tonight, or is that DIShonored, shall come forward!" [My mother came over to them, gathered around the 'Chippendale' performer in the hockey mask.]

Jane: "Sue, we know you are shy, loyal to your sleazy husband to a fault. That is why we are going to do this for you."

To my shock (under that mask) and my mother's, her friends proceeded to disrobe my beautiful mother!! Gently at first, they got more forceful as my mom realized what was going down: her friends were forcing mom to have a last bachelorette type of party. 

It was going to be a 'going away' party for mom's youth with one last act of rowdiness. 

Now, mind you, I had not kissed my mother since she last tucked me in at age 10. I had never seen her in a bathing suit even once. As her 'friends' pawed away at her clothes, every newly exposed square inch was a revelation.

With two women ripping away at my mother's blouse, it was history within a minute. God that was a BIG cupped bra mom wore. Mother or no mother, I wondered if they would go through with it and...WOW! The bra came off as Jane handed it to Eloise. 

She then caressed my mom's breasts. Fortunately, the ladies all stared at mom and didn't notice the gusher of pre-cum that now covered the large mushroom-shaped crown of my mighty ten inch rod. 

At this point it was almost pure physics: it was like a magnetic field, with my hard rod being one pole and my mom's pussy an opposite-charged pole. The force attracting them was powerful and not to be denied...

The three women in turn used my mom like they used me. Each of them in turn came up to her, stroked and kissed mom's boobs. Her nipples got angry and sprouted beautifully. 

Again, the ladies weren't looking at me or they would've seen my cock lurch and throb at this spectacle. God, if mom still had milk in there, I would've shot a load that would've drenched all four women. If only...

The 'gang of three' now tugged and pulled at mom's slacks. Soon enough, my mother was bare butt naked. What a figure! 

Her bum might have been a few percent larger than playmate perfect, but mom's legs were showgirl quality. Even her feet were lovely with the darkest ruby color on her tiny toes. Suffice it to say, I was beyond rock-hard...and ready! Mother or not, here I come.

Mom: "Okay, okay ladies, please. You've given me the thrill of a lifetime. You've made me get naked around this hunky young stud and all had your laughs. I truly appreciate it. There's no need for us to go further and turn this from a fun evening into something we might regret." 

Mom: "If you must know, my cycle time is...well, this is a dangerous time to be fooling around. Now, if one of you jezebels has a condom with you I might...and I said MIGHT...allow the games to continue."

My mother assumed that none of these forty-ish trophy wives would have a condom for her. However, Eloise thought that this might be the case. She had wisely brought an extra extra-large one as a gag. 

Now, she went to get her purse in my mother's room. She opened the condom wrapper, carefully put her long finger nails thru the end of that condom some three times, and then carefully pressed closed the condom packaging.

Here was the scene now. I was standing like a tanned, buff, muscular statue, hockey mask and all. My cock was rock hard, standing ten inches as it pointed to the ceiling. Next to me were two women holding mom at bay. 

My mother looked exactly like one of those Playboy 'where are they now' follow-up stories to a gorgeous playmate. Petite at five foot two, mom stood there on her lovely bare feet, looking all the world like a Barbie-doll. 

Meanwhile, Eloise was perforating a huge condom and now brought it out in its 'sealed package'. With a noisy rip, she 'opened' the package and rolled the condom onto my magnificent cock. Another of her friends helped out, just as an excuse to feel the hardness...the power...of my manly rod.

My gorgeous mom started to struggle mildly...she was really conflicted about the whole thing. With that condom making it safe (sic), she wasn't sure what she wanted. Well, her friends didn't want to wait. 

With difficulty, the three of them dragged mom up to me and lifted her until the crown of my cock was aligned with the slavering lips of her pussy, dripping wet with excitement. I could not believe that my cock was being 'force-fed' my dream woman. 

The ladies slowly let mom go. She settled down, sliding on my cock as if it were a coat hanger hook. When they backed away, they realized that she was hanging there off the floor only held up by my cock. 

Realizing this, I put my powerful arms around her. Mom's eyes closed in passion. Could I, should I go through with this?? Instinct alone started me using my bulging arm muscles to lift and lower that piece of ass atop my mighty cock. Soon both my hands held her by her pert bum and were moving up and down at blinding speed.

If you remember the sound of walking thru puddles, that was the sound as my cock would squish in and then out of my mother's tight, welcoming pussy. The walls of her vagina were so sensitive...so tender. 

As my huge phallus rudely dragged its rough uncut cockhead back and forth, in and out, across and then down, my mom moaned in pleasure. She had had no orgasms (zero) with her tiny-equipped husband; now with me, the big 'O's came and went at lightning speed. 

This was too much for the 'gang of three'. It was more than they hoped for. Two of them actually made out, so horny were they. The third sat on our couch and proceeded to do things with her hand that I won't repeat.

As I moved my beautiful mother in my hands with greater and greater speed and power, I was getting close. My mother now wanted this to reach a climax, confident as she was from seeing that condom go on my mighty cock.

Mom: "You darling young man. Feel free to let yourself go into that condom. Be a man and let yourself shoot. Imagine you're shooting inside of me instead of that rubber. If it turns you on, think about knocking me up; I'm at my most fertile today." 

Mom: "Just think about that! If you weren't wearing that thick waterproof rubber, that condom, you might have had a chance of getting me to be 'with child'. Would you have liked that: A wealthy woman with a swollen belly due to you? It won't happen, of course, but DO think that way and let go!"

Mind you, I didn't know about the condom being all cut-up anymore than my mother did. Though the thought of knocking my mom up was the ultimate fantasy, I knew that wasn't going to happen. So I just satisfied myself with the thought that this was as close as I would get to it.

I started moaning, as did my mother. Perfectly on cue, she had her sixth (count them six) orgasm just as I went off. With a manly grunt, I gripped my mother's perfect bum and squeezed. With my cockhead completely uncovered due to the severe cuts to the condom, I came like a volcano. 

I made an audible sigh each time I came. The women would look at each other after each one, waiting and wondering if this was it--except, it went on for minutes. I had so much stored up spunk, and the events of tonight were so exciting, that I just kept pumping and pumping and pumping. 

Eleven solid squirts of manly cum (loaded with potent baby-making sperm) were shot out of my cannon with frightening power and incredible volume. The twelfth and last one was only a three second burst.

If all of this wasn't exciting enough, well hold on. Everyone was so consumed with the action, they hadn't noticed a 'visitor'. As my mother and I stood, with her still hanging on me, held up by my powerful hands and more powerful cock, this 'visitor' came up and unmasked me. There was a collective gasp by everyone in the room. 

My father had not flown to Canada any more than the other guys had. Their weekends were just excuses for them to pursue some bad habits, visit their young mistresses, or other things. 

Unknown to naïve me, all the ladies knew it too, but put up with it in the hopes of cashing in at divorce or estate settlement time.

Now mom was 'busted' and it wasn't even her fault. Her friends had forced this upon her. She now had a cuntful of very vibrant, active sperm, millions upon millions of them; all of them were slowly oozing throughout her 'baby factory'. 

Even as he raged at my mother in front of her friends, my potent seed had found her treasured ovum. With flagella waving frantically, those little guys did their duty. As he slapped my mom to everyone's horror, Nature saw to it that the ultimate revenge happened. 

Fully five of my genetic messengers were allowed in. As I knocked him out with one Joe Louis quality punch, mom's ovum firmly attached itself to her inner walls, completing the miracle of conception. 

Right in front of her friends, her son, and her unconscious husband, my mother had conceived. I had gotten my mother pregnant on a night when I wasn't even supposed to be serving cold cuts. 

I had knocked up the most desirable lay in the land, even though I was wearing a condom. Now, THAT was luck.

With her impotent bully of a hubby lying out cold, my mom looked at herself now that she was 'unhooked' from my cock. With her hand, she caught a huge outflow of cum as it leaked from her sperm-soaked pussy.

Mom: "Eloise, can you explain how all of this cum is dripping from me when that young man was wearing a condom? How could THAT happen? And, if all of this excess cum is leaking out of me, how much is still inside?"

Before she could answer, mom's 'old man' came to. 

Father: "So, this is how you spend your weekends? I should've known. Well, I'm leaving you, you old bag. Why do I need you? My mistress Dawn might be really overweight but at least she's not really over-the-hill. Oh, and civil courts are run by my friends. Don't expect a favorable ruling, you bitch! For the record, I'm moving out as of today. You can send me any legal correspondence at the executive long-term stay hotel downtown."

He left with a slam of the front door. The women looked worried.

Jane: "Do you remember Francine? This exact thing happened where her cheating husband found HER cheating. She ended up with the same $5,000 checking account she entered the marriage. She had put up with eleven years of no sex, no boyfriends for the hope of getting rich, then nothing..."

Eloise: "Sue, we got you INTO this problem, so we will get you OUT of it too."

The 'gang of three' huddled. Their plan was brilliant, times two.

Jane had a daughter just turned 18. The thing was, she was a late bloomer. With no bust at all, she was diminutive. This was an integral part of the plan.

The beauty of the plan was this: if mom's old man was a creep, it would work and he would be sorry...real sorry. If he WASN'T a creep, then nothing bad would happen and that would be okay too. 

Jane's daughter, Janelle, showed up, wearing a plain smock and flip flops from Goodwill. She was to say that she was lost and needed somewhere to stay until her mom reached her on her cellphone. Unlike the girl, her mom only had a hard-line phone and had to get home to call her.

Well, it came off like clockwork. Janelle was a brave trooper indeed. He plied her with cola (and Bacardi), then grabbed at her plain grey dress. She got up and headed for the door. 

He asked her what the matter was. Following her script, she said she didn't drink and wasn't supposed to ever allow grown men to talk her into things. She was the daughter of her wife's friend, Jane, and she was leaving as her mother would want her to go. She left.

He called Jane that very night. He said there was a misunderstanding and he wanted to 'clear it up'.

Jane: "Oh, so you offer booze and then paw at my daughter and then just want to 'clear it up'? Well, I'm sure the local police would like to hear about this. I'm sure that they would like to 'clear it up' too. Let's hit the bottom line here." 

Jane: "My Janelle considers your wife her god-mother. She's very upset about your divorce suit, where you concede nothing but $3,000 of her own money as settlement. Either you split everything right down the middle or my darling daughter blows the whistle on you. Think about it..."

He was thunderstruck. Even though the whole thing seemed suspicious, he couldn't risk that kind of a charge being filed in this, his blessed home town. Talk about caving in easily. 

Within 24 hours, mom received by legal courier a new settlement offer. It showed $800,000. Everyone was ecstatic and high-fived each other. That is except me. 

Based on absolutely nothing, I guessed he was still holding out. As the four of them begged me not to do it, I composed a letter on my PC and faxed it to the legal courier service. The message was that we wanted HALF of his stuff, not just a better offer.

Days went by. All four women started blaming me for 'blowing it' while my mom had a good offer in hand. 

Then, the exact same courier arrived. Mom called her friends over, not opening the letter. Then, with all of them present, they had me read it exactly like an Academy Award presentation. It was with great pleasure that I announced the settlement offer, notarized and legal, of $2.4 million!!




The Big Cake



Well, all five of us were jumping up and down like kids on pogo sticks. When we stopped hopping, we all looked at each other. There was so much incredible sexual tension that had built up at that first 'big cake' surprise party. 

I just had to do it. Wordlessly, I scooped Eloise up in my arms. Holding her, I stopped by my mom and gave her a kiss. She nodded as if to say it was okay.

I put that MILF forty-two year old vixen on the edge of the bed and tore at her clothes. Within moments, the two of us were ready for action. Unknown to me, the other three were watching as I manfully pushed her onto her back and mounted her. 

Within seconds I had slowly pushed her forward and up so that her legs were up in the air, heels bouncing on my shoulders. I had unbelievable access to the deepest warm well, a real passion pit, on that frustrated horny soccer mom. 

All of a sudden, everyone realized I was bareback, doing her with no condom. I stopped and looked at her and then at the small audience whose presence I just noted. Jane spoke for the group:

Jane: "Eloise is a respected social figure in this area. A quiet mom who supports youth soccer, bakes cakes and marches with that pink ribbon on. So take that in consideration while you drill her brains out. We want to see it dripping down to the floor. Now get with it!!"

Well, she wasn't going to be appointed as poet laureate, but I got the picture. As my powerful cock reached as deep as it would go, it was in red-zone proximity to the cervix. 

My huge phallus somehow swelled even larger as the tiny slit at its end expanded. Opened as wide as a quarter, it spewed my life-giving baby batter into the fertile depths of this super-sexy soccer mom. Gusher after gusher was used to empty my swollen balls so that months from now she might have a swollen belly. Finally, I fell over satisfied.

Typical guy, I was played out and needed no more action. However, there were Jane and Cory to please. I serviced Jane with no problem, filling up her womb with gobs and gobs of potent seed. Cory was the third of the day and I needed a couple hours of downtime. The crazy ladies only gave me a couple of minutes.

With the last scrap of strength, I managed to do Cory. Even as my third, she commented about what a big spend it was, filling her to overflowing.

Well, I had done my duty for God and country. There was one last surprise that I wasn't expecting or believing.

Janelle was eighteen; all the women knew it as they had witnessed her birth. Well, she was the chief reason that we could have a divorce victory party. She begged her mother to be able to watch from the kitchen. 

Now, she asked, no insisted, that she be one of the participants. The four women huddled. Janelle was eighteen, no doubt, and actually mature for her age, though she didn't look it. She got her way.

As I lay on my old bed, recovering from servicing three of the hottest MILF's in the country, I was astounded to see Janelle pushed forward and disrobed. Well, it wasn't THAT much of a shock. She and I grew up together. We were both the same age, so I knew that she was eighteen at least.

I was far beyond the point of 'taking charge'. Lying on the bed, totally played out, Jane (Janelle's mom!) started to pump some life back into that deflated rod. Almost upon the touch of that vixen, my manhood once again rose to the occasion. 

As Janelle's eyes bugged out in disbelief, my testes also regained their size and shape. When they reached the size of Fuji apples, she stopped. What with her delicate patrician hands, she could have kept going until they were the size of honeydews...

Just as with my mom, the 'gang of three' helped out by lifting the diminutive 18 year old on top of the mushroom headed totem pole. I took her hand and we slowly and gently made love. 

Her mom actually cried, as did my mom. At some point I pulled Janelle down and kissed her. Then we whispered back and forth. She stared at her mother as she watched, then returned to whisper her decision.

Janelle wanted to turn the tables and surprise the women watching. To do that, Janelle climbed off my steely rod and proceeded to give me a hand-job with amazing skill (Did I not know something about this 'innocent' lass?) 

As the pressure built up in me, I looked at those incredible ladies watching us. Then I let loose with a manly shout just as Janelle had replaced her tiny hands with her warm mouth. 

Janelle kept herself attached to that long pole forever, it seemed. Then she straightened up and calmly walked over to her mother and the other witches in the coven. As they gathered around her, mussing her hair and welcoming her into the world of sex, Janelle did it. 

The women fell silent as she slowly drooled out my cum. It looked as if she was shaving her entire chin; the 'shaving cream' leaked from one side of her mouth to the other. It slowly oozed to the edge of her chin, hung like an icicle, and then fell. 

Jane (her mom) caught a huge handful, stared at it in disbelief, then greedily sucked it down. As if that was some sort of cue, all the other fine ladies now pawed at that poor girl, grabbing gobs of cum and hungrily sucked it down.

Well, if you figured out what was going to happen about midway thru this account, I guess you'd have to cut and paste now. 

No, I was not about to marry my beloved mother, though she had an incredible figure with a belly soon to be swollen by my seed. And no, I wasn't going to marry Eloise or Cory, both also about to waddle around with blouses sporting slogans like 'baby on board' or 'one in the oven'. 

Before I could think of a family, I had to get to the hospital to see my 'extended family' enter this world. 

With Cory, Eloise and my gorgeous mother all pregnant and with the same due date, they arranged to induce labor slightly early so that they could all be together. Janelle insisted that I be a gentleman and go to the hospital. She said that she would not go, as I should have some privacy with the bearers of my children.

I had planned to be in the OR but when I thought of these women, ALL of these gorgeous trophy wives about to bear my babies; it was just too much for me. I knew that hospital well from going on a tour with my class years ago. 

I had brought an XXXL condom and snuck up into the dark empty expanses of the observation theatre above the OR. As they wheeled in each of those beautiful ladies, one by one, I got hotter and hotter. 

I quickly put on the condom. After Eloise came Cory. Finally, my beautiful mom was wheeled in. Like a wonderful dream, out came my mom's first baby--then the second. By the time the fifth and final baby boy came out of my mother, I was panting and had to sit down. 

As I hit the chair, I noticed to my surprise that the condom was as large as a birthday balloon. I pulled it off me with an audible 'POP!!' I could not believe the volume of cum in there.

As I turned to leave, I was surprised to see a nurse who had been watching. She motioned to me to hand it over. I did without protest. Still wordless, she gestured for me to leave, implying that she'd be disposing of that balloon properly. 

Unknown to me, she didn't dispose of it. At her next cycle, when her useless husband again denied her that first child that she so much desired, she took out the balloon and used half of it. Later that night, she conceived. 

A year later she had the same fight with her husband. She then defrosted the remaining contents of that balloon. Four hours later she conceived her second and last baby.

The three women shared a semi-private room to save money. I put in a visit. I was relieved that their husbands had brazenly boasted about knocking up their wives, yet didn't deign to show up on birthing day. 

The ladies were excited that I had showed up. I loved engaging them emotionally to show support, but I also had a more selfish motive.

From one hospital bed to the next, I would kiss the tender, pliant lips of those beautiful trophy wives including my gorgeous mother. Then I would whisper love, devotion and a personal request. They each would laugh and say 'okay'. 

I then would selfishly paw at their hospital gown and fasten a hungry mouth on a suckling nipple. With a smash of the tongue and deep draw of the lips, I would get a few drops and then a gusher of the warmest, sweetest milk. 

It was like a gallon of Blue Bell's finest vanilla right out of a microwave. Being so close to a gorgeous woman, the taste and feel was overwhelming. The three women were astounded that I greedily took in every single drop that they could produce. It was the ultimate treat...

Janelle and I were both over eighteen and had grown up together. She was a late bloomer. We got engaged and by the time of our wedding on her 20th birthday, she was as sexy as her very hot mother. 

On our honeymoon, I didn't waste my seed on any foreplay but pumped it deeply inside my new wife. It had no effect whatever. 

It was truly ironic that my lovely new wife Janelle was as fair and beautiful as any lass but could not bear children. 

That was the primary reason that she did not object to my sowing seeds in our friends. At the end of the day, I would have a huge family, but I had to visit many homes to see it all. 

My wife Janelle accepted the other women as part of our 'extended family'. There were times that Eloise and Cory would visit us for cards or just conversation. Finally one day, Eloise looked at Cory and Janelle and then me.

Eloise: "I'm horny...I'm fucking horny; I want to ball!"

All eyes turned to Janelle. She came over to me and told me it was okay. She loved the ladies as much as I did. She asked if I would be shocked or upset if SHE joined in? I was delighted, if surprised.

Well, that night was awesome. I serviced first Eloise, and then Cory. Both of them would leave our home with cunts full of my potent seed, their fertile wombs absorbing it all. 

Eloise would later tell us how she had to drive home with a thick ooze of my warm cum drooling down both of her beautiful thighs and shapely legs. Eventually, all of that oozing spunk dripped onto her gorgeous smooth feet before it drenched the carpets thoroughly. 

What was truly nice was to see that Janelle was not sitting idly by. As I made sweet love to Cory, Janelle and Eloise were getting it on hot and heavy. It was a perfect arrangement. Both Eloise and Cory had convinced their wimp-dicked hubbies that Janelle and I were expert bridge players; that was their story and we stuck to it. 

Year after year, I pumped an ocean of seed into them. Year after year, Janelle would paw at their incredible figures. Best of all, once every few years, one of them would get pregnant again. That set-up went on for several years. Their impotent husbands thought they were having their own little 'baby booms'. Good thing they didn't check DNA from those babies.

And so we all went on. My mom had the second child she always wanted, along with her freedom and that 'pot of gold' that she'd been waiting for. Her friends had as many children as they had always wanted along with all the sex they could stand whenever they visited Janelle and me for 'bridge'. 

My mother was the only one of the four that Janelle insisted I not service like the other three on our 'bridge nights.' Well, it would break my heart to have left my wonderful mother without love. I never cheated on Janelle except for this one person. 

I just had to convince her that my mother loved football like I did (she didn't). When I convinced Janelle of that, she didn't think twice about me visiting my mom on Monday nights for the game. Well, we DID watch the games, but usually in the nude with my big cock deep inside of her. 

My wonderful mother's precious insides were constantly bathed in my white frothy cum. Baby batter was delivered on a regular basis too. Janelle's mother Jane figured out the arrangement but never had the heart to tell Janelle. She didn't see the harm in it since Janelle tolerated Eloise and Cory being drilled regularly by me, her loving husband. 

Besides, mom had had an operation; she was 'safe' since she felt five boys to raise were more than enough. She never told me about it, though. Every time I had come deep inside my supersexy mom, I had fantasized that I was getting her pregnant yet again. Had I known that she had been 'fixed' so she couldn't, that would have...umm...changed nothing I guess.

As for that new couple: Janelle and James? Well, we had been so instrumental in getting my mother 'justice' in her divorce proceeding; she just had to show us her gratitude. 

After the longest engagement in history (after William and Kate's), the two of us had the nicest non-royal wedding in history. Hours later, we opened the wedding gifts. An envelope from my mother was the last; inside was a certified check for one million dollars.



The Big Catch



Author's note: This has been part of Literotica's inofficial Tag Team Competition and was written by Zeb_Carter and me. Zeb was so kind and allowed me to keep the story, but I need to make it abundantly clear that without him, the story would only be half as good. Thank you!

Story Note: This story takes place in an alternate reality, where there are no STD's, no AIDS and where sex is a joyful and happy experience. The authors have also taken literary license with some transportation destinations.





The Big Catch



Janet had already lowered the beds and was in the upper bunk, her back to the room. Jason thought he caught a slight snore from her direction. Shrugging his shoulders he rolled into the bottom bunk, flicked the switch at the head of the bed turning out the lights. A soft glow came from the small nightlight above. There were several other fixtures aglow around the room. Shaking his head he closed his eyes and was soon asleep.

He woke to a warmth pressed against his stomach and chest. Groping around sleepily in the relative darkness revealed it to be Janet. As his hand closed around one of her breasts her hand shot out to move his to her stomach.

"No, not yet," she huffed, snuggling closer to him.

Jason didn't say a word, just relaxed, allowing her to roll closer to him. He pulled her tight. She sighed happily as he did. They lay there in the dark for sometime, neither sleeping. Then Janet's hand took Jason's and moved it to her breast. He squeezed gently. She moaned. She only let him for a moment, then moved his hand back to her stomach. Jason smiled as he nestled his face into her hair. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He savored the sweet smell of her shampoo. Strawberries and coconut. He felt himself drifting off to sleep.

Janet had been bold. Bolder than she had ever been before with Jason. She had moved to his bunk. While trying to figure out who it was, he had felt up her breast. She promptly moved his hand. Yet the feeling had been nice. Nice enough to let him feel her up again, but only for an instant. His embrace earlier that evening had been a promising start, but this was so much better. She went to sleep with him holding her close, smiling.





The Big Catch



Natasha grinned back. "And who is making the first move in this little dance?"

Without conscious thought, he lowered his lips to hers. Her breath exploded from her nose. Her arms snaked up around his neck and she kissed him back passionately. Jason was almost frightened by her ferocity. He recovered though and took full advantage of the situation, caressing her spine.

Natasha broke the kiss, a wicked smile tugging at her lips. "I do like a man who isn't afraid to take risks. Not at all," she murmured, nibbling at his lower lip. Her hand crawled down his front, softly scratching him through his shirt. 

"You don't seem to mind terribly much," Jason observed as Natasha gently squeezed his dick through his pants, noting how hard he was.

"Neither do you, Jason. I sure hope you know how to use this." Almost brutally, she kissed him again, grinding her whole body into him. Deft fingers made short work of his belt, button and fly, dropping his pants.

Jason forcefully hugged her back, his hands landed on her behind, kneading the firm globes through her dress pants. She moaned into his mouth one last time before breaking the kiss, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Why don't we get more comfortable," Natasha said pushing Jason away gently.

"Of course," he replied, stepping out of his pants and shoes. 

With a knowing smile she cleared her throat and slowly backed away from him, to the bathroom door. When she disappeared behind the closed door, Jason picked up his pants, noting that something was amiss, the garment was much too light. Shaking the pants down, he realized that she must have disarmed him when he was too preoccupied. Chiding himself for his negligence, Jason took the time to quickly look around her room. Not finding anything in the obvious places, he sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Natasha to return.





The Big Contest



It had been less than a year since Jill had graduated college. This short, yet athletic blond 22 year old had the time of her life in four years of college like most girls her age. She had been active in a number of different activities in her not so small college about an hour outside Atlanta. Jill was the head cheerleader in addition to being the president of her sorority. You all know which sorority, the one everyone makes fun of where all the snobby good-looking rich girls go. Although Jill was neither rich nor stuck up. Sure she liked the finer things in life and loved to be spoiled by men who took her out, but she knew what was important to her in life. She was a true southern belle and had the sexy accent to prove it.

When Jill joined the cheerleading squad her freshman year she started dating one of the star freshmen on the football team as the story goes so many times. Jill and Jeff made people sick at times. They were the stereotypical perfect couple that everyone looked at with awe. Of course they had to have names starting with the same letter. Everyone had to stare at the good-looking athlete walking out of the stadium with his cheerleader girlfriend in her cute little skirt. 

Jill thought she loved her boyfriend until she realized at the end of her junior year she was more attracted to the fact they looked good together. In reality they didn't have much to talk about. Jill may have realized the way she felt sooner but she would always get fucked really well by her boyfriend. She was definitely one of those southern girls who looked really innocent on the outside but was just a flat out slut when she got in the bedroom. She was into some kinky stuff and Jeff always went along with her. She loved anal, getting her face splattered with cum, loved getting her toes sucked on while she was getting fucked, couldn't get enough of ordering him around in the bedroom. She liked being a little bitch and a little slut on the inside. Nobody would have ever expected it. She loved the way he felt when he was inside her and came really deep... They would also play some role-playing games as well. Little did she know that less than two years later those games would turn into a naughty reality.

Jill realized right before left to go home for the summer after her junior year she needed to grow up a little. She was going to need more out of life than just some 2nd rate jock who wasn't going to make enough money to support her after his mediocre football career was over. Even if he got drafted by the pros he would probably on stay in the league a couple of years at the most...and then what? Jill broke the news to Jeff who had to stay there over the summer for football. He was heart-broken, but Jill had made the decision and was going to stand by it. She really didn't feel bad because she didn't love Jeff and couldn't see a future with him. Jill had it in her mind to have fun for the rest of her college days with her sorority girlfriends...have a random hookups...graduate and start looking for a husband who could take care of her.

So senior year came and went for Jill. She had a blast her final year as a cheerleader even though Jeff had a terrible year...undoubtedly because of the breakup. Jeff ended up not getting drafted later that year. However, Jill was long over him. She had several flings going at the same time during her final year of college. Most of you probably know flings to be a pseudonym for a "fuck buddy." Jill had about five of those going at once. She had one for every day of the week and liked to find random hot guys out at parties or bars on the weekends. 

Jill was a new person glad to be alive every day. She almost always woke up next to someone, got a good fuck in before she had to go to class and decided that day which one of her special buddies she was in the mood to fuck later that night. Her roommates got a little worried but Jill would re-iterate to them she knew what she was doing and just wanted to have fun before she settled down after college. Jill had the all-American dream. Marriage, house full of kids, a white picket fence in a nice neighborhood and even a dog. She wanted to be a housewife and really didn't have much of a career ambition. So she just barely made it through college, got her degree in sociology and graduated. She didn't take much away from her degree mostly because she cheated on every one of her papers using recycled papers her sorority had on file. She knew her horniness was a number one priority.

Sometimes Jill would get so horny she'd convince more than one guy at a time to come over to her apartment. She didn't want to be embarrassed so she invited multiple guys over only on the nights when her roommates were out with their boyfriends. She got very bold in the bedroom and even tried a double penetration. She loved the feeling of two cocks jamming their way into her tight body. She came so hard and would let both of them cum on her face at the same time.

During her journey through "fuck-stardom" she even managed to get a little naughty. She fucked Jeff's best friend on the football team who she had known since they first started dating three years before. He had also broken up with his girlfriend recently and she went over to his place one night and rode his cock into oblivion. Jill was a much better fuck than his ex had ever been...Also Jill came home from class one day and her roommate's boyfriend was waiting in the kitchen. Dave was 25 at the time and already working as a lawyer in Atlanta so Jill was surprised to see him. "Hey Jill what's going on?" Dave greeted her.

"Oh not much, just got out of class and now I have to start planning the election for the next sorority president since I'm out of here soon! How are you doing Dave?...I didn't know you were coming" 

"She's running a little late. She got caught up talking to some teacher or something. I just had to talk to her because I'm all stressed out. I'm up for this promotion at the firm and she's talking about going to medical school." 

"Is it bad she wants to do that?" Jill asked.

"No it's not bad for her career, just our relationship. She wants to be a doctor and that's fine with me but when am I ever going to see her. She'll only be busy with medical school for the next 10 years!" Dave said sarcastically. "That must be tough Dave. I don't know what I even want to do yet. I'm pretty sure I just want to work until I find a husband who can take care of me, settle down and have a family" she told him.

"I was hoping that's what Marcy wanted to do because it's gotten to the point where I'm thinking about marriage...now she doesn't even want to move in with me because she wants to concentrate on medical school and thinks I'll be a distraction for her at first. All of this is stressing me out...sorry I'm rambling." 

"No it's okay Dave. I'm sorry ya'll have to go through this. Marcy actually asked me if I wanted to live with her in Atlanta. I don't really have any plans so I think I'll just take her up on her offer. Her folks are paying for everything anyway so rent is all taken care of" Jill said.

Dave came back and said, "Her parents have more money than god. You'll have a nice place to live in. I think part of it is her parents don't want her moving in with someone." 

"It will be nice" Jill responded. "Don't stress out Dave...soon enough you'll have this promotion and will be making enough money of your own. From what Marcy tells me you're a shoe in."

"I think so" Dave said "But I just want to find out already...This is a huge step in my career and that's why I'm so stressed out."

"Awwwww" Jill cooed as she walked over behind Dave's chair and started massaging her. "I know you'll get the promotion." Dave was getting turned on by Jill's touch. He had always stared at her when he came over. He liked waking up in the morning, walking into the living room and waiting for Jill to walk out with her short shorts and tank top, or whatever she slept in at night. He thought to himself it was a good thing he was sitting down so he could hide his hard-on under the table. 

"Ahhhh feels so good Jill, where did you learn to do that?" 

"Comes from practice on my ex who I massaged after all his football games. You're a much better patient than he was. You don't have any bruises on you." 

Dave laughed and rubbed Jill's arm in a friendly way. However always horny Jill didn't see it as just a friendly playful gesture. She had always been attracted to Dave and a bit jealous of her roommate Marcy. She had a great looking boyfriend who was going places and was nice in addition! Jill had fantasized about him many times while fucking one of her buddies. She would sometimes stay awake after she fucked and try to listen through the wall to Dave and Marcy going at it. Dave was loud in bed and Jill always knew when he came. She thought he sounded magnificent when he came. 

Just then Jill got pretty bold and said "are you sure there's nothing else I can massage for you" as she reached down his chest to his stomach but not being able to reach any further.

Dave then pushed his chair back into Jill got up with a raging hard-on trying to rip a whole through his jeans. 

"I dunno, maybe there's something else you can massage. Why don't we go into your room and figure things out" Dave said boldly.

Jill thought for a moment and then thought of a better idea. "Well Dave I'd love to invite you in my room but it's a little too messy right now (Jill always kept her room spotless and Dave knew that), why don't we go into Marcy's room for a little" Jill said with a naughty look on her face. Dave smiled, picked up Jill and carried her into Marcy's room, threw her on the bed and stripped off her jeans and the black boots she was wearing. Jill scooted up toward Dave and did the same thing to him but much more forcefully. Jill wanted to get in his pants and suck his cock that day like starving fat person wants to tear into a double-cheeseburger. Dave's cock was certainly a big piece of meat just as Jill had suspected. 

Jill grabbed Dave's dick right away and started jerking at it...as if it could get any harder. She then put her mouth on the tip of it, grabbed Dave's sides and pushed her mouth over his cock taking it all the way down her throat on her first try. Just like a pro. Dave was in ecstasy as he moaned with pleasure. "Oh my god...holy shit...yesss!!"

Jill lifted off his cock "how long did Marcy say she'd be gone?" she asked. 

"About 45 minutes late" he panted back "plenty of time." Jill then dove right back onto Dave's cock happily and sucked it really hard. It was by far the best blow-job Dave had ever had. He was about to bust in Jill's mouth but he pulled his swollen shaft out Jill's mouth. 

"Before I come, I want to fuck you just like I have wanted to since the first day I met you." Dave had met Jill about six months after he started dating her roommate whose bed they were all over now. 

"Then do it Dave, fuck me right now on your girlfriend's bed. I might seem like a nice girl but wait until you fuck me!" 

Dave quickly spread Jill's legs wide open, rested his cock on her pussy slit and rubbed up and down really hard. "Put it in me now! I need it." Jill said as she was getting ready for her second romp of the day (The first came ealier that morning when she fucked her ex's best friend). "Do it now!!" Jill screeched as Dave was still teasing her clit with the head of his cock. But Dave couldn't take it anymore than Jill could and slid his fat cock into his girlfriend's roommate and close friend. 

The second Dave entered Jill her eyes popped while open. She couldn't believe how good his cock felt inside her. She had been with a lot of men that year but none had that effect on her when they entered her. She was sure if it was the shape of his cock or the size but it just went in her really well. Just like putting a puzzle together. They connected very well. Dave took a few strokes and Jill started losing control. "Yessss!! I love your cock. Oh god fuck me" Jill said. Then something happened to Jill which had never happened before. She started to spasm all over Dave's cock. She was actually cumming only 10 seconds after Dave entered her. "EEEeeeeeee...mmmmmmmm...cumminnnnnnnnnggggggg" Jill shrieked as she spasmed all over Dave's engorged cock. Her orgasm seemed to last for minutes as it just kept going. Jill nearly passed out from all the excitement, but she knew it was only a myth she read in porno stories girls passed out from cumming. Jill felt really good but was about to feel even better as Dave kept pounding her little pussy. Then without warning Dave took hold of Jill's ankles, brought her feet to his face and started sucking on her toes. Jill felt to good to be in shock, but she would have been in shock if she could. He was doing something she loved, but how did he know? "Ahhhh MY GOD!!" Jill yelled "YESSSSS" as Dave continued fucking her and sucking her on her toes. It was like some sort of mental telepathy connected Dave and Jill. Dave couldn't get enough of Jill's sweet pussy. He loved the feminine sounds which came out of her mouth while he fucked her.

About 10 minutes into their romp, Dave put Jill's legs on his shoulders, bent them back behind her head (Jill was very flexible being a cheerleader) so her feet were actually behind her head and raised up, pointing his cock straight down at Jill's elevated pussy. Then he collapsed in her pussy. The pressure of Dave's hips slamming down into Jill's little pussy was too much for her. She again started cumming really hard. "HOW THE FUCK DO YOU DO THIS TO ME...AHHHHHHHH!!!" Jill came even harder than the first time which she didn't know was possible. All this from the same position.

Jill and Dave kept fucking for the next 15 minutes when Dave couldn't take it anymore. Jill was riding his cock at this point and he couldn't hold back anymore. He fit into her when she was on top just as well as the other positions they tried. "I need to cum right now baby...can I cum in you" Dave managed to get the words out of his mouth in the state of mind he was in. 

"YES, YES...cum in me baby! I want to make your big load shoot up into me. I want to feel it, now! DON'T FUCKING MAKE ME WAIT ANYMORE...I WANT IT NOW!" Jill's voice raised as she bounced up and down on him even harder like this was the last person who would ever cum in her. Jill felt the ripples starting to run through Dave's cock and braced herself for all of his cum. Then with one big groan and series of smaller ones Dave released his fresh sperm into Jill's waiting and wanting pussy. 

Dave could have put out a fire with this big load. He kept shooting and shooting having never felt a sensation like this before, similar to what Jill had felt before when she came. If it wasn't for Jill being on birth control, she probably would have had triplets with all this cum in her. He busted the biggest load Jill had ever felt and she loved every minute of it. Feeling how much he came in her sent her into another explosive orgasm and Jill ended up cumming with Dave. "Oh my god, oh my god..." Jill kept repeating completely taken and exhausted by her orgasms and how well she fucked her roommate's boyfriend. Just then she lifted off his cock and let all his cum leak out onto her roommates sheets. Jill rubbed it in and it made a stain in Marcy's bed. "She'll sleep well tonight" Jill said with another evil laugh.

"I will sleep like a baby next to her but I could be convinced to sneak out to the living room in the middle of the night" Dave said with a naughty look of his own on his face.

"I think that can be arranged" Jill said as the two embraced in a long passionate kiss. Marcy called again about 10 minutes later to say she would be delayed another few minutes as there was a holdup with the teacher. Dave and Jill were cleaning at this point and trying to make the bed the same way Marcy had left it earlier that morning...still Jill's juices mixed with Dave's cum were blended into Marcy's sheets where she'd be sleeping tonight.

For the next hour until Marcy got home Dave and Jill spoke while watching TV in the living room. They continually kissed and conversed about their futures. They found out they were both looking for the same thing...Dave wanted a successful career, a family and wife who would take care of him and Jill wanted the same thing in a man. She also wanted to be a loyal housewife and raise a nice family. More importantly for Jill, for the first time she could remember she was with someone who she could see making her very happy. Too bad he was with her roommate and one of her best friends.

Dave was thinking the same thing Jill was. He couldn't believe how well they got along. Of course they had conversations in the past but never a conversation alone when Marcy wasn't around. If they had spoken just the two of them it had only been for a few minutes. Dave found he loved talking to Jill and loved her outlook on life. He could definitely see a future with her. All of a sudden he blurted out "I don't think I want to stop seeing you this way Jill."

Jill then leaned over, kissed him on the lips and said "I don't want to see you with Marcy, I'd like to take her place...It will happen next year when I move to Atlanta with Marcy. She'll be busy with medical school and we'll be able to find time for each other. What do you think?" 

"I'm not sure if I can wait that long but if I would for anyone it would be you Jill" Dave said sweetly.

"Awwwww, you're sooooo sweet" Jill replied kissing Dave again. "I've been with quite a few men this year to make up for the last three years, but this is the first time I've wanted to have someone come back regularly to me. I guess it's just my luck that you live in Atlanta and are with my roommate! But like I said we WILL find a way around all this." 

Dave and Jill were content with their tentative agreement and a few minutes later a tired looking Marcy came in. She greeted Dave with a hug and that was the last Jill saw of him until later that night. She cancelled her "plans" with Steve that night so she'd be nice, horny and ready for Dave later that night. They planned to meet each other in the living room at 3:30. Marcy would surely be fast asleep considering the rough day she had. Besides Jill and Dave both thought it was a hot thought to fuck in the living room quietly while her roommate and his girlfriend was sleeping.

Dave emerged from a dark shadow after Jill walked into the living room that night. Nothing needed to be said. Jill was wearing her nighties and there was not trace of anything blocking her pussy. She just had a top on. Dave came over grabbed her from behind and slid his big love pole deep inside Jill's lovely southern pussy. The two contained themselves as much as they could from making any noise. For both of them it was a combination of how good one another felt and how evil they were being fucking just feet away from where Dave's girlfriend and Jill's roommate slept. 

Jill was coming close to another big orgasm and Dave could sense it based on what he experienced earlier that day. He moved one of his hands from Jill's hips to her face. Dave made a fist and put it on Jill's mouth. Instead of screaming like she had done earlier in the day she bit down on his fist. It was a great pain for Dave as he could feel Jill cumming yet again all over his cock. As this was happening Dave's own orgasm started to build and she sent another generous helping of sperm deep inside Jill's craving pussy. Without making any noise Dave collapsed on Jill's back, started kissing her all over and they headed back to their rooms after a long passionate kiss. 

From that point Jill and Dave were obsessed with one another. They would have secret conversations once a day and would always discuss their plan to get rid of Marcy so they could be together openly and freely. Sometimes Dave would call the apartment and Jill would answer and she would talk to him right in front of Marcy making believe it was another one of her fuck buddies. She spoke to Dave for a long time and got really wet. Then she would smile at Marcy and walk back into her room and start touching herself, cumming multiple times. Dave would also cum on the phone with her. It both got them off really well.




The Big Day



Author notes: Angel_ Love.. thank you for the support and guidance you have given me.

* Jean woke up at seven o'clock, just as her alarm clock started to buzz. She sleepily rubbed her eyes, wondering why she had set the alarm to wake her so early. Looking at the time, it struck her. This was the day that she had been looking forward to for so long. She stretched in the bed sliding across to get the day started, as she tossed back the covers and started to stand. 

Her gown slipped down her long sleek legs as she slipped on her matching robe and slippers. She moved away from the bed making it as she went. Walking over to her dresser, she began to get her lingerie; the ones she would be wearing for the big day. 

She stopped suddenly remembering and exclaiming out loud, "That's right! I was instructed not to wear any underclothes." 

Closing the dresser drawer she went into the bathroom to get in the shower so she wouldn't be late. Stepping out of her slippers and removing the gown and robe, she reached into the shower turning on the water. Absently she adjusted the temperature as her thoughts turned to the day; the day she was to meet Him. 

Finally she came back to reality and stepped into the shower. The water felt wonderful cascading down her body. Grabbing her favorite shampoo she began washing her hair, remembering how He told her that she should prepare for Him, making sure to follow the explicit instructions He had given her. 

Closing her eyes for a few moments, concentrating on the feel of the warm water as it flowed over her body, her hands glided down her sides, following the trail the water was now taking. She was beginning to feel familiar tingles as she brought her hands to her breasts, caressing them. The pale translucent breasts beautifully rounded and tipped with large, brown sensitive nipples would at the softest touch grow to an inch long. 

She played with her nipples, softly touching one then the other. The soft touches sent jolts of pleasure throughout her body and created within her a yearning. Gently flicking one nipple, she let out a gasp of pleasure and then flicked the other harder, quivering with pleasure. 

Feeling the familiar wetness grow between her legs, she slid the other hand down her body to her puffy pussy lips, which are trimmed so that her pussy is right in plain view. Sliding her finger along the folds, feeling the moistness, she slipped just the tip of her finger inside finding her engorged clit which is aching to be touched. 

Her passion was burning, the yearning uncontrollable and the desire becoming overwhelming. Gently, she touched her clitoris ... softly rubbing, teasing, tantalizing, till she felt the inevitable. She wanted to cum so badly. Her body was screaming in want and need. But the words of her Master, 'I want you to play little one but you are not to cum,' rang in her ears. 

Denying her desire, she removed her fingers. His command was her law. Reluctantly finishing the shower, then stepping out and drying she walked back to her room to finish getting ready. 

Walking to the closet she carefully chose what she was going to wear. Picking out a white see-thru blouse and black skirt, she lay them on the bed. Getting into the bottom of the closet she found the black high heels that would be the best choice. 

Then returning once more to her dresser, she removed the black silk garter and sheer silk stockings that she was going to wear. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she slipped her foot into the stocking, sliding it up her long curvaceous leg. Feeling the silk against her skin, brought a smile to her face. As she slipped the other one on, she felt the excitement building, knowing that in just a short time she would be seeing her Master. 

Standing up, she gently slid the garter into place around her large but perfectly formed bottom, making sure to smooth the material before snapping it into place. Then reaching across the bed she took the white see-thru blouse and slid it along her arms feeling the slight tickle of the material as it glided along her skin. As she buttoned down the front of the blouse, she caught her image in the mirror and she smiled. 

Carefully applying her makeup and a dab of perfume, she took one last look at herself and realized with a flush, that her breasts were clearly visible through the blouse. The thought both excited her, and caused her to flush an even deeper red. But, she knew that her Master would be greatly pleased. 

Taking the skirt, she wrapped it around her and tied the belt to hold it closed. Then sliding into the shoes, she stepped up to the full length mirror to see the finished results. A smile played across her lips as she saw the vision that Master would see today. Full red lips, bright eyes, waving hair, fully outlined breasts and long sensual legs all reflected back to her. 

Looking at the clock, she realized it was time for her to leave so as not to be late. Making sure the directions were in her purse, she walked to the door taking out her keys, locking the door and walking to her car. 

Starting her car she gazed in the rearview mirror to take a second look to make sure things were just perfect. She pulled from her driveway and started off on her journey to see her Master. Following the directions just as they were written, she found the house and pulled into the drive. 

It was an older home with a long stone walkway. She got out of the car and started toward the home that was surrounded with spring flowers and a fence almost as if to seclude it. 

She was feeling just a little nervous walking along the path but soon reached the porch and rang the doorbell. After a few moments, the door opened and His form was in the doorway. She felt her pulse begin to race and she couldn't speak. 

He looked at her and spoke, "Hello little one, I have been expecting you. Come inside where I can see you better in the light." 

Stepping inside she saw that it was a well-lit room with a fireplace which was blazing and the wonderful scent filled the air. He stepped in behind her, looking her over without saying a word. 

Then out of the silence He said, "Very good little one, I see you have followed my instructions." 

Walking closer and touching her cheek, the touch of His fingers against her flesh made her tingle with anticipation. He moved closer to her and placed His hand on her arm. 

"This way little one, I have something to show you." 

As she started to speak, He placed His finger to her lips to silence her. "For now little one you are not to speak but to listen to my instructions. Do you understand me?" 

She nodded, then followed where He was leading her, not sure of what to expect, but excited. He led her through a doorway. Once inside, He closed the door behind her. Stepping up to her and taking her in His arms He brought His mouth to hers. It was not a gentle kiss, but one that was very strong and demanding. 

She was kind of shaken by the urgency, but at the same time felt the tingles that were surging through her body at that very moment. After breaking the kiss, He looked down her body and ripped the blouse from her, tossing it to the floor. The cool air rippled across her brown nipples causing them to harden. 

He continued down her body untying her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. Walking around her, He looked her body over giving random touches or pinches and waiting for her response. She wanted to cry out but remembered that He told her to be silent, so she did as she has been told. 

He leaned forward taking her chin into His hand and lifted it so that her eyes meet His. "You have done very well little one, you may continue, take my cock into your mouth and show me how much you want me." 

She went to him willing. Gently she grasped the base of His manhood in her hands, kissing His thighs, licking them, moving slowly to his testicles. Blowing on them slowly at first then gently nibbling, then sucking and licking. She felt him begin to grow hard and shifted her attention to His shaft, running her lips along its length. Her tongue darting in and out teasing, tantalizing, promising so much more to come. 

A groan escaped her Master's lips. She felt His desire, His lust, His burning passion. Reverently she brought her lips to His head, kissing, licking then sucking. She was amazed at how much it had grown. It seemed to have taken on a life of its own. It was hard, pulsating, wanting more . . . demanding more. 

Slowly she took Him all the way into her mouth until the head was touching the back of her throat. Relaxing the throat muscles, she started to hum, vibrating the tonsils against Him, gently at first, then more intently as she heard the change of His breathing and felt the movement of his body. 

Feeling all of this had excited her more than she ever imagined possible. Her body was responding, nearing an orgasm without even being touched. After a few seconds He whispered, "Little one now. You need to come to me. You need to let me be inside of you to release inside of you." 

Not wanting to but obeying what she was told, she straddled His body sliding down onto His hard, throbbing cock at the same time that He thrust into her. The force of Him sliding into her pussy made it feel as if He was stretching her beyond what she had ever felt before. 

Her thrusts met His, driving each of them closer to the final release. Thrusting, grinding in a frenzy. All at once He could no longer hold back His orgasm. 

"Little one. Now, do it . . . cum with me. Flood my cock with your juices. Let us combine them as one. Give your all to me." 

With that she gripped her muscles so tight and started to cum. Feeling His cum splashing against her inner walls made her cum even harder than before. His nails dug into her skin. His mouth against her shoulder, she felt the final tremble of His body. 

Feeling everything flowing out of her, she collapsed against Him feeling His arms circling her, holding her tightly against Him. After their breathing returned to normal and the shakes had subsided some what, she slid from His lap and waited for Him to rise. 

He took her into his arms, kissing her, then took her to the shower. "Very well done little one. I think we will go to the shower now then to bed." 

Stepping into the shower, they cleansed each other and then slid into bed, to sleep contentedly in each other's arms.



The Big Day



Today was the big day. We finally decided to meet. I stood waiting at the gate, waiting for you to get off the plane. My eyes scanned the sea of faces as they disembarked. Suddenly, I saw you walking out of the door, looking around, and searching for me. When our eyes finally met, your face lit up, and you rushed towards me. We hugged in a warm embrace, and kissed each other lightly. "Wow, you're much more beautiful in person, than in your pictures," I said, handing you a single red rose. You took the rose, and kissed me again, more passionately. "It's beautiful, thank you. And I must say you are certainly more handsome than your pictures led me to believe," you said. I took your bag, and we walked to pick up your luggage, holding hands.

After we had taken care of everything at the airport, we went our separate ways, you to freshen up at your hotel, and me to get dressed for our date this evening. I was very excited, and nervous at the same time, so I took a cold shower, and got dressed.

We met for drinks later that evening at a nice restaurant. I sat waiting at the bar, when you walked in. My mouth hung open as you walked towards me. You walked up, kissed me and said, "Close your mouth, or you'll catch some flies."

"You're stunning," I said, "And that dress is beautiful."

"Thank you. I thought you might like it."

We ordered drinks and sat talking for a while. I asked you how your trip was, and we chatted about this and that. The band struck up a lively tune, and you said, "Come on let's dance."

"Ok," I said, "but I'm not very good, you'll have to teach me."

"Not a problem, come on I'll show you."

Out on the dance floor, you said, "Now just do what I do, and move to the beat of the music." We danced to several fast songs, and I was starting to get the hang of it. You were smiling and laughing, and we were both thoroughly enjoying ourselves.

Next a slow song came on, and you showed me what to do. "Just put your arms around me, and hold me gently, as we move together to the music." you said. I did as you said, and we danced together. I was rather awkward, but managed to muddle my way through the song. Some faster songs came on next, and we danced to those as well. 

When the next slow one came, you said "Ok, lets try this again, and this time, RELAX, I'm not going to break."

"I'll try to do better this time," I chuckled.

This time, after I put my arms around you, you put your hands around my waist, and pulled me close. We swayed together, and you leaned your head against my shoulder. Feeling your body pressed to mine was exciting me greatly, and I tried to pull away a little so you wouldn't feel me getting hard. But you were expecting this, and you slid you hands down to my ass, squeezing gently, and pulled me closer. My heart jumped when you did that, but I didn't resist, I loved the feeling of you soft breasts, pressed against my chest. I knew you could feel me pressed against you, because you pushed your hips against me hard, rubbing yourself against my erection. When I put my lips against your neck, and nibbled at your skin, you moaned softly in my ear. I was somewhat grateful when the song ended, not because I didn't like it, but because I was getting a little too stimulated by the moment.

I paid the bill, and we left. We walked for a while in the crisp evening, enjoying the sights of the city, and holding hands. I took you to see my favorite sights, and occasionally we would kiss lingeringly in secluded places.

Eventually, we ended up back at your hotel. During the ride up the elevator we kissed, our tongues twining together, our hands exploring each other's bodies. When we got in your room, you practically threw me on the bed. I was very turned on by now, evidenced, by the bulge in my pants. On the other hand I was also very nervous, and said, "I know we talked about this, but this is my first time, and I'm still a little jittery."

"Don't worry, we'll go slow, we have all night, " you said with a smile. 

You laid down on top of me, pressing your mouth against mine. We kissed hard, our tongues snaking in and out of each other's mouth. Your hands slid down my body, and undid my belt. You unzipped my pants, and reached inside, rubbing your hand against my cock.

"Oooh, is this for me?" you said coyly, a seductive smile on your lips. I could only nod, my breath being taken away by your caresses.

You started unbuttoning my shirt, as you slid down my body, lightly kissing my chest. I kicked off my shoes as you pulled down my pants, throwing them in a pile on the floor. My dick sprang free, waving in the air. 

"Mmmm, that looks good enough to eat," you said, and sprang for my cock. As you wrapped your hand around my shaft, I let out a sharp gasp. Slowly, you began stroking my cock, and teasing my balls with your tongue, until the first drops of pre-cum came out. At the sight of that, you raised your head and licked it off. You started licking the head of my dick like a lollipop, occasionally sucking the head in and swirling your tongue around it.

At this point, I was breathing very hard and moaning, "Ohhh, that feels SOOO good baby, MMMM."

Letting go of my dick with your hand, you slid your mouth down the shaft, taking as much as you could into your mouth and sucking. I could feel the head of my cock touching the back of your throat on every down stroke.

"Oh God, " I cried, "Stop, stop, I'm gonna cummmm!" But you paid me no heed, and sucked harder. 

"Oh shit baby, here it comes!! OH, OHH, AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" I screamed, as my dick started spurting its hot load down your throat.

You continued to suck gently on my cock, until you had gotten all of my cum, and my dick had softened in your mouth.

"Now it's your turn to do me," you said with a grin, "Don't worry, I'll tell you what to do." You lifted your dress off your body, and threw it on the floor. I shucked off my shirt as you took off your bra and panties. Both of us were now completely naked. You straddled my face, and looked down into my eyes. 

"What should I do first?" I asked.

"Go ahead and touch it, rub my pussy with your fingers," you said. I reached up and tentatively felt you, tracing the outline of you lips with my finger. As I slid my finger between your lips, you moaned softly. I ran my finger up and down your slit, getting it wet with your juices. I moved my finger around until I found your hole, and gently slid my finger inside you.

"MMMMM, yea baby, now, lick me, lick me right here." you sighed, and reached down and spread your lips, pointing at your clit.

"Like this?" I asked, and flicked my tongue out, brushing against the little pebble of skin you pointed to.

"Oh yea, just like that, but harder."

I did as you said and started licking your pussy. I slowly added a second finger to the first, pumping them in and out.

"Ohh my, you are a fast learner, " you groaned, pushing your cunt against my face, "Now, start sucking my clit."

As I started sucking, you bucked your hips against my face, moaning loudly. While I sucked your clit, I flicked the end of it with my tongue.

"Oh yes, just like that! OHHH, it feels sooo good!" you groaned. I kept sucking and licking and your moaning got louder and louder. 

"OH God, keep it up! I'm almost there!" you cried. I plunged my fingers in and out of your tight hole, feeling your pussy gripping me. Your breathing got heavier.

"Yes! Yes!" you screamed, "I'm CUMMMMING!!!!!!!!!" I continued to lick you pussy as your cunt spasmed around my fingers. After you calmed down, you slid your body down mine, and we kissed. We both could taste the other's juices as our tongues danced. You could feel my already hard cock pressed against your leg. 

"My, my, " you said with a big smile, "It looks like you're already ready for your next lesson."

I smiled back at you and said, "Oh yes, I'm more ready than ever. Please, I want to feel myself deep inside you."

"MMMM, that's just what I had in mind."

You sat up and straddled my hips, rubbing your pussy up and down my hard dick. You leaned forward on your knees and grabbed my cock. You positioned it between your lips and slid it back and forth getting the head wet in your juices.

"Oh God, do it, slide your tight pussy down over my cock and let me fill you," I begged. You moved the head of my dick down to your opening, and started to lower your hips, stuffing me inside you as you went.

"OHHHHH!" we groaned in unison, as our hips touched. You leaned forward, and I reached up, taking your tits in my hands. You started bouncing your ass up and down on my cock, and I thrust my hips back up at you. I rubbed your tits and pinched your nipples lightly. Both of us were moaning and breathing hard. You lay down against me and I moved my hands to your back. We kissed passionately as you undulated your hips against me. Holding you in my arms, I rolled us over, so that now I was on top. I pushed myself up on my elbows, and started pumping into you.

You wrapped your legs around my waist, and cried, "Harder, harder!" Little cries escaped your lips as I started slamming my cock into you. I kept it up for as long as I could. "I'm getting close baby!" I groaned through clenched teeth. "Me too!" you replied. And suddenly we were both there, going over the top. I rammed my cock deep into you one last time as I began spurting. Your cunt gripped my cock, milking me for all I had.

I collapsed on top of you completely spent. We rolled onto our sides and held each other, my dick shrinking inside you.

"Thank you," I whispered in your ear, "that was the best experience of my life."

"MMMM, and just think," you whispered back, "we still have all weekend long." And we fell asleep in each other's arms, dreaming of what was still to come.



The Big Day



The day he had been dreading was finally here. It was their wedding day, not his wedding day, but it was the wedding of his best friend Lauren to a man he did not like. The man she was marrying was some kind of fancy banker with money, which made him attractive, or something. He was aggressive and forceful; not at all, what he thought Lauren needed but knew those were qualities that Lauren found attractive. He had been in love with her ever since he could remember, but they had never been more than friends. He had even joined the army to try to prove to her he was brave, aggressive and forceful, but when he got back from active duty she was engaged and his heart was broken. He planned to confess everything to her and it was now or never. He knocked on her door.

"Adam, I told you already the groom isn't supposed to see the bride before the wedding so go away." Comes Lauren voice, he pushed the door open.

"It is not Adam, it is me," he said.

"Darren, oh good, I am glad you are here, you can tell me how I look."

She was a vision of perfection. The wedding dress she had chosen flattered her already beautiful body. Her long blond hair was perfect, done in a styled up do with a shining crown woven into it. Her makeup was flawless; his eyes were drawn to her sparkling blue eyes and her soft red lips. She had chosen a form fitting dress that hugged all her curves and gave just a peek-a-boo of cleavage. It looked like silk, or satin, or something like that he thought. It was all he could do to restrain himself from running his hands over her body.

She was busy looking in the mirror when he blurted out, 

"Lauren, I love you."

"Oh Darren" she said with a smile "I love you too. You have always been such a good friend to me. I don't know why you can't find a girlfriend, you are so cute."

Cute? Did she just say that thought. Something inside him snapped. He didn't want her to see him as cute, he wanted her to see him as the man he was, the strong, forceful man she desired. He stalked up behind her, grabbed her arm tightly and spun her around to face him.

"Don't brush me off Lauren," he growled. 

She didn't know how to react. Her blue eyes widened slightly, she had never seen him react this way.

"You have always ignored me and I am sick of it. You are going to learn what happens when you do that to a man."

He pushed her towards the bed and turned her around to face it, forcing her to bend over as he pushed up her dress. 

"You are nothing but a god damn tease and you are going to get what you deserve"

"Darren, what are you doing, this isn't you..." she said pleading.

"Everything I have ever done was for you. It was all for you. To prove I was the right man for you, and you just ignored it all. I am done being ignored, and it is about time you do something for me."

"Darren, don't do this... stop...." he could hear the sobs in her voice but he did not care.

"Shut the fuck up! You like forceful and aggressive men don't you, I am just giving you what you want" he whispered harshly in her ear as he grabbed her hair in his fist.

Holding her tight with one hand, he reached up her leg and ripped off her lacy panties.

"You won't be needing these, whores don't need panties."

She gasped as he ripped them off her body. Still holding her hair tightly he unzipped his pants and brings out his bulging cock. Running the tip against her slit, and he smiled because as much as she protests her pussy was already dripping wet for him. Her mouth was begging for him to stop, but her pussy was desperate for more.

"You nothing but a little slut who wants a big cock inside her aren't you?" His free hand slapped her ass hard making a loud smacking sound, her body jerked forward slight and a soft moan escapes her throat.

"Answer me! You are a slut aren't you!"

"Yes."

"You want my cock don't you?"

Silence then another loud slapping sound as his hand hit her ass leaving a large red hand print.

"Yes"

"Yes what?"

"Yes I want your cock"

He smiled. "That is a good little slut."

He reached around her waist and starts teasing her clit. Her legs start to shake and a soft moan escapes her throat.

"Beg me for it" still teasing her clit, he could feel her juices soaking his fingers.

She moaned even louder, but he knows she was avoiding saying it.

"I said beg me for it like the whore you are!"

"Oh please.... Darren please, I want your cock."

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

"Yes, fuck me; please I want it so bad"

With that, he shoved his rock hard cock inside her eager pussy hard. Her body jerked forward with his thrust but she then rocked her hips back against him. He smiles knowing that she was enjoying it and wanted even more. He brings both hands to her hips and starts pulling her back on his cock harder and faster. He looked down at her sexy heart shaped ass, and moved his thumb to her tight rose bud. He smiled wickedly as he shoved his thumb inside her ass. She cried out softly, not expecting such a sudden violation.

"Darren, what are you..."

"Shut up! I think I will fuck your ass, it is just begging for it."

"No please... not in my ass. I never..."

"Adam never fucked your ass? Well then I best claim it as my own."

Before she could say another word, he quickly slid out of her pussy. His cock slick with her juices he slammed his cock into her tight little asshole. The force pushed her onto the bed, which was a good thing because she screamed so loud he was afraid someone might hear her, but the bed muffled it for him.

"Your ass is so tight baby. Adam doesn't know what he is missing. Your ass belongs to me now."

He spanked her ass hard "Say it!"

"My ass belongs to you" she whimpered.

He pushed in until he was balls deep in her ass. He paused for a moment, just letting her ass grip his cock. When he started thrusting against her ass, she seemed to enjoy it, she must have gotten used to the feeling and realized she liked it. He reached around and started teasing her pussy with one and twisting a nipple with the other hand. She moaned with pleasure.

"My ass belongs to you" she repeated again with more passion this time.

"You belong to me" he said roughly as he pinched her nipple.

"I belong to you"

He felt like he was going to explode after hearing those words, but he didn't want to cum in her ass, he wanted to cum in her pussy, to mark his territory. He knew she had not let Adam cum inside her yet, he used condoms. She didn't want to stop using protection until after they were married. He was going to be the first to cum deep inside her and that thought made him want to cum inside her again and again.

"You are going to make me cum, you bitch"

"Yes cum for me, cum in my ass" she moaned.

"I am going to cum for you, but not in your ass" he said as he slips slowly out of her ass. She wiggles her ass, as if begging for more. He pushes his cock back into her wet pussy.

"This is where I am going to cum"

He felt her body tense for a moment as she realized what he intended to do.

"No, you can't"

"I can, and I will. You belong to me and I will cum wherever I goddamn want. No slutty whore is going to tell me what to do."

He grabbed her shoulders with both hands and starts fucking her hard and fast. He feels his balls tighten as he is about to explode.

"Tell me you want it!"

"I want it, give it to me" she said as he felt her pussy grip onto his cock tighter

He finally explodes deep inside her pussy. He holds his cock inside her as deep as he can until he finished.

Slowly pulling out he wipes his glistening cock on her dress.

"Marry him if you want to, but you will come back to me for more"

He walked out of the room, leaving her lying on the bed panting for breath and cum dripping from her pussy down her leg.



The Big Day



Danielle, feeling giddy, took another sip of champagne. The entire day had been such a whirlwind that she'd felt light-headed even before she started on the alcohol. Finally it was drawing to a close, and she was looking forward to the night.

The reason for her anticipation looked at her over the top of his own flute and toasted her silently. Robert was probably the most attractive man she'd ever met, and Dani was dying to run her hands through his dark hair and pull him against her body. Thoughts of what else she wanted him to do had left her dripping in her panties for hours. The willowy blonde didn't want to wait much longer.

"I think it's time for the garter toss," announced John. Robert's best man was easy on the eyes too, especially wearing the smile he fought to keep from spilling over into outright laughter. Giggles from beside Dani revealed not everybody was so successful.

She tried to aim a quelling look at Valerie, her maid of honor. It was wasted effort.

"Make sure I get the bouquet!" Val whispered. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she turned her attention back to John. The dark-skinned beauty was a little shorter than Dani, and a little curvier, but her tone of voice suggested she was equally aroused.

It was a farce, but Dani couldn't help smiling as she took a last sip before pushing her chair back from the table. She and Robert had eloped, so the six people seated around the table in the private room constituted the entire wedding party and guest list.

Besides herself and Robert, and Val and John, there were only Miranda and Victor. The well-endowed redhead appeared to be as taken with Robert's other friend as he was with her, so there really was no reason to pretend everybody hadn't already paired up. Except, Dani supposed, tradition.

Robert slipped out of his chair to kneel before Dani, and she felt the eyes of the others upon her. Her dress was the traditional white, but it came only to her knees and the stretchy fabric hugged her figure.

The feel of Robert's hands running up her white hose sent chills through Dani's body, and her leaking pussy squeezed more cream into her underwear. When he passed the obligatory garter and kept going higher, Dani blushed under the knowing eyes of the others but got even wetter.

Fingers lightly caressed her satin panties, and Dani thought she was going to explode. It was all she could do not to squeeze her legs together and trap Robert's fingers against her needy slit. She gasped when he suddenly hooked his fingers in them and started pulling them down.

"Having trouble finding it?" John teased.

"NO!" shrieked Dani, wriggling momentarily so Robert could draw her wet panties down past her hips. The air on her molten sex felt shockingly cold, distracting her from the laughter of the others. At that point, Dani just wanted to feel Robert inside her. 

Valerie giggled. "Naughty boy!" she admonished Robert, when she caught sight of the ivory satin in his hand instead of the baby blue garter she'd expected.

Unchastened, Robert grinned and stood before quickly bending forward to give the surprised Dani a kiss. He cast a quick look at Victor, who had his face buried between Miranda's breasts, before tossing the purloined bikinis to John.

"Mine!" Val proclaimed, snatching the bouquet from the table. It wasn't, Dani decided, like Mira was going to be fighting her for it. The brunette planted herself on the table in front of John, who grinned and stooped to pull the panties over her feet.

Val's eyes widened as she caught sight of the sodden fabric stretched between her legs. "Dani, you little slut!" she gleefully exclaimed. "These are soaked!"

Beyond embarrassment, Dani just leaned back into Robert's embrace and wriggled against the erection that was trapped inside his pants. "And you call me a slut?" John had just paused after working his way high enough to reveal to all of them that Val wasn't wearing panties at all.

John and Robert traded amused looks, and then John pressed a pair of fingers into Val's glistening slit.

"Oh, fuck me now!" the brunette screamed, humping herself on the intruding digits.

"Me, too!" Dani whispered urgently to Robert, grinding herself more firmly into his hard body.

Robert didn't hesitate before murmuring his agreement. The other couples ignored them completely as the bride and groom slipped out of the room.

Luckily for Dani's sanity, the bridal suite wasn't far away. Robert barely had time to secure the door before she was sliding out of her dress and leaving it discarded on the floor.

It had been too skimpy for a bra, and Dani hardly needed one anyway, so all she was wearing were the white hose and pale blue garter. The heat in Robert's eyes as he looked at her would have been enough to warm her, even if she hadn't already been on fire.

"Help me," Robert suggested, and Dani was only too happy to fall to her knees and unfasten his slacks. Robert pulled the suspenders over his shoulders and his pants fell. A moment later, Dani was rewarded with the sight of the cock she'd been craving all day.

She devoured him, tasting the scent of his body and the saltiness of his desire. Robert was rock-hard in her mouth, but he pulled away before orgasming. He lifted her to her feet and then helped her onto the bed.

The pair never broke eye contact as Dani spread herself wide, offering her more-than-willing body to him. She grunted beneath the sudden weight as he plunged into her molten channel, and then locked him inside her with her long legs as he began to pump her vigorously.

Bride and groom both came quickly, and were united in their desire for more. Dani's tongue cleaned Robert's organ and teased him back to renewed hardness; soon he was pounding into her again.

"Take it, you slut!" Robert grunted between thrusts. Far from being offended, Dani moaned, the words fanning her desire. The wand of rigid flesh plowing her liquid cunt was everything she'd dreamed it would be; she wanted more.

It was many hours, and orgasms, later before a sated Dani finally fell asleep, with her husband's spend trickling from her well-used body.

Danielle glared at Robert, but her sunglasses ruined the effect. She was nursing a headache, probably from the sun, so she picked up another pina colada.

The destination wedding had seemed so romantic -- a ceremony on the beach, close friends without disapproving relatives, and the ceremony saved for another service back home. It just hadn't worked out exactly as she'd hoped.

She knew she had a hot body, and the bikini fit like a glove, but bridal white just wasn't Dani's color; her complexion wasn't quite dark enough to pull it off. If she'd had Val's dark mahogany skin, or a little color like the cheerful scrap of yellow her sister wore, it would have been a different story.

Val, at least, seemed to remember that the bride was supposed to be the center of attention. Miranda's gold lame bikini demonstrated no such consideration, and the battle her top fought to restrain Mira's generous breasts kept attracting the guys' eyes. Including Robert's, damnit! His briefs didn't do anything to obscure his growing erection, either.

It was supposed to be her erection, now! Dani unfastened her top and handed it to Val, who looked uncharacteristically at a loss for words. It wasn't as hard as she'd thought it would be, even though the beach wasn't really private. Dani also realized she was more turned-on than she'd thought -- her nipples stood stiffly erect on her tight breasts. They were good breasts, she told herself, without a hint of sag or tan lines -- even if they weren't as big as Mira's.

She swayed across the sand toward Robert, and the movement caught his eye, as she'd hoped. The look on his face was worth any possible embarrassment, and the sudden surge of his penis made Dani feel a little unsteady on her feet.

Robert pushed his sunglasses up on his shaved skull so he could admire her. "That's what I'm talking about," he told John with a broad smile. "Little slut!" he greeted Dani. "Can't wait for tonight?"

Dani opened her mouth to correct him, but Robert scooped her into a crushing embrace and covered her parted lips with his. The feel of his skin rubbing against her nipples was almost as intoxicating as the throbbing hardness against her thigh. She found herself breathless, and dripping, almost immediately.

"Neither can I," Robert continued as if the kiss were her answer. Dani yelped in surprise as he suddenly lofted her onto the white lace tablecloth spread across the sturdy picnic bench where the cake waited. "Let's have some cake!"

The beautiful blonde's objections died unspoken when Robert pulled her bikini aside and ran his tongue over her clit. She wasn't sure she was up for public sex, but her self-control was fraying quickly beneath every stroke of her husband's tongue. Dani looked for Val.

Her sister was right there, still clutching Dani's top, with her mouth hanging open and a stunned expression on her face. Dani's face flamed, but then she noticed Val's bikini was askew and John was standing right behind her. Val went up on her toes, and then her eyes rolled up as John forced her down. That slut!

Robert stood up, blocking her view, and his cock was hard against his groin. Suddenly, Dani didn't care about anything else. The two of them hurriedly skimmed their suits down their legs, in complete and unspoken agreement with each other.

The sight of Robert's awesome black weapon sliding into her pale slit brought Dani off immediately, but she urged him on, wanting more.

His eyes slid sideways, and Dani turned her head to see Victor pumping his meat back and forth in the tempting channel formed by Miranda's jutting tits.

"No!" she shrieked, twisting them sideways in the opposite direction. Taken by surprise, they lurched off the end of the table and fell to the sand, with Dani on top. "You look right here, mister!"

Robert appeared temporarily taken aback, but smiled when she used a hand to insert him inside herself again. In their new position, Dani's breasts showed to their best advantage, jiggling pertly as she worked herself on his rod. It didn't take long to coax him into cumming inside her, and the sensation pushed Dani over the edge too.

Just in case, Dani scooted around and smothered Robert's face with her dripping sex before leaning forward to lick and suck her juices from his still-hard organ.

It took her the rest of the afternoon and most of the evening to be absolutely sure she had his complete and undivided attention. Dani found she didn't mind the work in the slightest.

Danielle couldn't wait to get out of her dress. It wasn't just that she was dying to get fucked, which she was, but that she couldn't stand Valerie's taste in bridesmaid dresses.

The bustier felt restrictive, and actually laced -- it had been time-consuming to get into, and would probably be just as difficult to get out of -- for all that it looked feminine and was forgiving of last-minute weight changes. But mostly it was the cups, heavy with brocade but nearly bereft of any padding.

The more elaborate version Val wore, all ivory, cream and lace, made her look like a fairy tale princess -- if possibly not of the Disney variety. Miranda, damn her, was on the edge of a wardrobe malfunction every time she twisted her body or raised an arm -- something she seemed to be doing frequently.

Dani's figure was less cooperative. John's best man, Robert, had told her she looked fantastic, and Dani thought he probably was telling her the truth. But every time she looked down at herself, all she saw was the airspace between her skin and the garment. Val had suggested she could pad it, but Dani would have died if any of the men had discovered it.

Her nipples, still hard from the last slow dance, filled much of the gap, but Dani was almost sure Robert hadn't seen them. Why couldn't she have been born with a set of jugs like Mira?

Dani shook herself mentally, and looked for Robert. He was still arguing with the bartender about something. What kind of drink was an "anal" anyway? She'd probably just misheard. Men! Couldn't he just get some champagne or something and stop making her wait?

She checked to make sure the bride didn't need anything. Val and John made such a cute couple, even if he was several years older than her father. It was a pity her parents had refused to come.

One thing she had to say about older men was that they knew how to treat a lady. Dani shivered, watching Val in John's arms, and wished she were back in Robert's. Robert's hands didn't have the smooth tone of youth, either, but the way they touched her made Dani drip and want to throw herself on him. If he were half as good with his cock...

The blonde cast another furtive look at Mira and blinked. She hadn't known what to think of John's friend, Victoria, but the older woman wore a tuxedo well. Probably better than Dani did her stupid dress, truth be told. In other circumstances, Dani might have called her "hot" but she didn't swing that way.

She hadn't thought Mira did, either, but the redhead had her tongue down Victoria's throat. As Dani watched with disbelief, Victoria plucked a nipple from Mira's bustier and stretched it, making the bridesmaid shudder. The sight wasn't as off-putting as Dani had imagined it might be.

"Get a room," Dani muttered, trying to ignore the growing heat within her. When Robert returned with their drinks, he barely had time to deposit them at the table before Dani dragged him onto the dance floor.

Her lace panties were soaked and Dani made every attempt to flaunt her modest B cups, but Robert remained a perfect gentleman. Her every attempt to guide his hands to her more sensitive spots somehow met with subtle failure, while his touch on seemingly innocuous areas kept her trembling with desire.

"God, just fuck me!" Dani finally burst out, on the ragged edge of orgasm. She didn't care if anybody else heard, or if Val needed anything -- she just wanted Robert inside her.

He flashed a quick smile and led her from the room, leaving Dani weak-kneed with relief and anticipation. Once in his room, Dani started fumbling with the hated laces, but Robert stilled her with a touch.

"Just the skirt, please," he said in the soft Oriental accent she found so entrancing.

Once Dani's trembling fingers found and started the zipper, it went quickly and soon the long pastel fabric was puddled about her feet. She stepped carefully out of it, displaying her long, toned legs in their matching sky-blue hose. Her pumps made them look even better, she knew. The unfamiliar garter belt holding the tops at her thighs was of a piece with the bustier, but the scarlet thong didn't match at all.

It was dark with the moisture that had been leaking out of her for hours, and displaying herself that way made Dani feel like a complete slut -- but the thought just made her hotter.

"Now me," Robert ordered. Dani did all the touching, directed by his eyes and silent gestures, but it was still her body that felt on edge while Robert stood, collected and calm, before her.

When the task was completed, she couldn't take her eyes off the uncircumcised penis jutting from his hairless groin. A bead of precum glistened at its tip, making her mouth water.

"I think you are more of a slut than your big-titted friends," Robert pronounced after a moment of silence. "Let down your hair... and then let me see you touch yourself."

She would have done anything for him. Dani fumbled with the clips that held her hair in place, and it tumbled down past her shoulders. She knew what Robert wanted. The blonde licked suddenly-dry lips and slid a glossy fingernail beneath the edge of her panty, sucking in a breath at the sensation. Dani looked up at him, trying to read his expression.

Robert studied her dispassionately, only the faint bobbing of his erection showing he was animate. "You want me, yes? To fuck you like the American whore you are?"

"Robert!" Dani almost wailed, bewildered and wild with need. "I love you! You know I want you and I'd do anything for you! I'm no whore!" She rubbed herself furtively, unable to wait much longer.

"Ah, yes," he replied enigmatically. "Turn around, then... my love."

Finally! Dani whirled away from him, glad he was past this craziness and knowing the sight of her tight buns had to be driving him wild. She jumped at the sudden hint of sensation between her legs.

"Gently!" Robert barked, stilling her. "Don't move." The head of his penis pushed past the thong and into her pussy.

Dani bit her lip, forcing herself to remain in place. The intruder inside her moved slowly deeper, sliding easily into her molten depths, and then reversed course, exiting as easily as it had entered. She waited with rising anticipation for the thrust she knew would follow.

When it returned, the pressure was higher, against the rosebud of her anus. "Robert!" Dani protested; she was painfully tight there and it wasn't really what she wanted. Although... She wanted him, didn't she?

A finger ghosted along her body and did something that triggered an immediate, and intense, climax. When it ended, she was impaled on him and feeling uncomfortably full.

Robert's voice murmured in her ear. "You love doing this for me, don't you, Dani? My little blonde ass-whore?" His touch began playing her body again, rousing and teasing her while his manhood reamed out her back door.

The night went on forever, and Dani was in no mood for it to end. Lifted on an orgasmic high, Dani showed Robert there wasn't anything she wouldn't do for him. If he didn't ask her to marry him soon, she sleepily decided, she'd ask him!

What?! Danielle fought to keep the friendly smile on her face and wondered if she should have had that last drink. It felt like the groom was undressing her with his eyes, not for the first time. It was a little disconcerting because she wasn't the bride, and he might have been shocked if he'd realized how little she actually was wearing.

Victor looked totally earnest as he softly repeated his request to her and Valerie. "I said I'm a little concerned about Miranda. You know she doesn't have much experience and I think she's a little nervous about -- you know. I'd feel better if you could give her a little pep talk." He dangled a room key on one finger.

"Absolutely," Val assured him, palming the key. "Rest easy -- the maid of honor is on the job! Just give us half an hour or so to clear out, okay?" She winked at him and received a quick nod in reply.

Dani watched him return to mingle with the other guests and make some more good-byes, and then turned to stare at her sister's best friend. "Not much experience? What in the world was he talking about?"

Detailed recollection didn't come easily in her present inebriated state, but Dani knew her "big" sister wasn't lacking in experience. She couldn't think of anything she had done herself that Mira hadn't done first -- and Dani knew damn well that Victor himself had figured in a number of those stories!

Val just grinned. "I think he's probably mistaken, myself. But then it'll be an easy job, right?" Her expression fell slightly. "Besides, nothing's happening here. Bastards."

Dani felt the same surge of unrequited desire. Mira and Victor were getting married, it was so romantic, and the love of her life was away on some stupid business trip. It was no consolation that John had stood up Val the same way Robert had her.

The two women made their way to the bridal suite and let themselves in. Dani glanced briefly around, thinking the generic room looked like she'd seen it dozens of times before, and focused on the bed, where her sister was lying.

"You aren't going to sleep in that, I hope," Val commented, looking at the gown.




The Big Day



Mira laughed and sat up. "God, no! I knew Victor would be a dear and send you around, and I didn't want to deal with the buttons myself."

Dani eyed her older sister. The dress made Mira look like a dream; it was a simple floor-length gown with a minimal train, and a cowl neckline that just made her want to scoop out the goodies within. It fastened down the back with about a billion small buttons. Why couldn't she have tits like that?

She narrowed her eyes and moved closer. "Mira, that's gross! You'll ruin your dress!" On closer inspection, the redhead's cleavage was drizzled with semen.

"Then I guess you'd better start getting me out of it," Mira laughed, standing. "It wasn't like I could just send Victor away without some relief, right?"

Shaking her head, Dani knelt and began unfastening the buttons on the bottom half of the dress, while Val started at the top. The blonde could smell the musk of her sister's arousal; the thought of the fucking Mira'd be getting soon was enough to make Dani excited, too.

Dani's fingers weren't quite worn to the bone by the time Miranda was able to step out of her gown. When she stood up, the other women started laughing and pointed.

"Mira!" Dani complained, looking down. "You are such a slob! Couldn't you have swallowed or something?" There'd been more cum on the carpeting, and now it was very visibly all over the front of Dani's dress where she'd been kneeling.

"I guess you'd better get out of that, too," Val suggested, trying to fight back more laughter.

Dani wasn't sure when Victor would be back, but the door was locked and it wasn't like the three of them hadn't seen each other naked lots of times before. A single quick zip was sufficient to allow the blonde to remove her dress; the only thing beneath it was a lace G-string.

"Oh, cute," Mira remarked, studying the undergarment -- or her sister's lithe frame; it wasn't entirely clear which. "Don't be a party pooper, Val."

Her dark-skinned friend didn't mistake the bride's meaning, and quickly shed her own dress, revealing a feminine panty and demi bra set. Val's curves didn't approach Mira's, but the way she filled out the bra made Dani's mouth water.

"Come here, little sister," Mira spoke softly, seeing where Dani was looking.

The blonde didn't want sympathy, but she realized she'd misunderstood the request when Mira unfastened her bra and let it fall free of her curvaceous breasts. Victor's jizz shone on them and the nipples facing her were as hard as her own.

"Oh, sis, I love you!" Dani meant to kiss her, but Mira guided her head lower, onto one of her scrumptious mammaries. She suckled for a moment, feeling her own breasts tighten, and then began licking the scum from her sister's warm skin while fondling and caressing her.

Mira moaned unexpectedly, and Dani saw that Val had pulled down her panties and was fingering the bare slit that now lay exposed to view. Maybe, Dani thought, she hadn't heard about all of Mira's exploits.

The thought of her sister making love with another woman was unexpectedly exciting. The thought of herself being that other woman made Dani's insides clench the same way she did each time she saw Robert's cock.

"Am I interrupting anything?" Victor asked, making Dani jump.

"Not at all," Mira purred. "Why don't you join us?"

As he stepped towards them, unfastening his shirt, Dani belatedly realized that she was the only person who seemed to be surprised by any of what was happening. She watched Victor push down his trousers and underwear, and the sight of his cock got her hot. Well, hotter. She forced herself to remember that he -- and it -- belonged to Mira now.

The new couple moved towards the bed, and Mira lay back and pulled Victor into her. It was so incredibly hot, watching his reddened manhood disappear inside her hairless cunny, and Dani felt a trickle of moisture break free and run down the inside of her thigh.

She started to finger herself, needing to do something to relieve the rising tension inside her, but Val pulled her closer. "Look! Closer!" the mahogany-skinned beauty urged, "Aren't they sexy?"

"Yes," husked Dani, mesmerized. Her forgotten fingers kept stroking her swollen clit, but her world had narrowed to the lovers in front of her. Dani leaned closer. Inches away, the scent of Mira's nectar clouded her senses and Victor's salty essence was equally apparent. His gleaming flesh pistoned in and out of her glistening pink folds. Dani's breathing came as rapidly as her sister's.

If only Robert had been there! Unfortunately, he wasn't. But Mira was, and she'd loved her sister for all her life. And Mira loved Victor, who was now her husband and Dani's brother...

It was perverse, and wrong, and unbelievably exciting. Dani gave in to temptation and extended her tongue, needing to taste them. The first taste, of Victor's sweat and Mira's lube, was everything she'd anticipated and more.

Inhibitions forgotten, Dani lapped and probed like a starving woman, tasting every nook and crevice she could reach before drawing Victor's balls, one at a time, into her mouth. When his cheeks clenched and she could see his cock swelling inside Mira, Dani felt like she would burst.

Dani fell back on the carpeting, breathless but unsatisfied, and wished -- again -- Robert was there. He knew how to give her the toe-curling, orgasm-inducing fuck she craved with every fiber of her being.

"I told you I had bridal gifts," Mira -- now sitting up -- told her.

The dazed blonde struggled to collect her thoughts, but seemed to recall vaguely that Mira had gotten a ring for Val, but just teased her when she'd asked about herself or Victor.

"Victor," Mira continued, "my gift to you is my little sister." His drooping cock flexed, regaining some of its rigidity. "You can't tell me you haven't thought about a three-way, or tapping that sweet body." He grinned appreciatively, but Dani wasn't sure about being a present -- she'd already given herself to Robert.

"And Danielle, my little Dani." Mira gave her a loving smile. "My gift to you is my marital bed. You'll never have to give me up, or be alone when Robert can't be with you."

"What about me?" Val asked.

"Enjoy the ring," laughed Mira. "You can visit, but Val -- there's nothing like family." She slid off the bed to crouch before Dani and lifted her gently to her feet.

"I--" Dani started, but was silenced by Mira's kiss. Her heart swelled, but the rest of her body was so tight it was hard to breath.

Mira brought two fingers, coated with the contents of her pussy, to Dani's mouth and smiled when the blonde licked them clean. Dani didn't seem totally committed, however.

Looking into her sister's heart, the redhead dipped her fingers again, and this time coated a turgid nipple with her husband's spend. It was really too sweet the way Dani's gaze dropped unwillingly to the erect nipple, and then the two women were locked together in mutual desire. They fell back onto the bed, heedless of the others.

Dani started again when she felt Victor tear away her lace G-string. "No! I want Robert!" she objected.

There was a brief pause before Victor answered her. "Okay, Dani. You can save your pussy for Robert. But your ass is for me, got it?" He plunged inside her before she could object.

It hurt, a sort of dull muted throb, but to her surprise, Dani accepted him almost as easily as if he'd been plumbing her pussy. She gasped when his groin slapped against her buns, and then Mira pulled her down for another kiss.

As if that weren't enough, Dani felt something brush against her gushing pussy. "Val," she guessed to herself, only to have it confirmed a moment later when the tongue stud scraped against her needy clit.

She orgasmed so beautifully the others kept it up just to watch her do it again. By the time they'd had their fill, Dani had been fucked literally senseless.

The happiest day of Danielle's life was proceeding exactly as planned. Not only would she be marrying Robert, the love of her life, but her sister Valerie would wed John in the same ceremony! Of course, they weren't planning to share everything with their parents and guests...

That was why the two brides-to-be were alone, with only their maid of honor, Miranda, to help them finish dressing. Dani tried to draw a deep breath, and failed, after Mira finished securing the leather corset that bound her breasts tightly against her body. Incredibly, the sensitive hooters that normally rivaled Mira's had been compressed to give Dani the appearance of having only a B cup!

Dani felt a surge of affection and desire for her sister as she looked at the pair of them in the full-length mirror on the wall. To her critical eye, Mira hadn't done quite as good a job constraining Val's breasts, but otherwise the pair of them looked as alike as peas in a pod.

She touched her elegantly simple updo, its blonde locks nearly identical to Val's jet-black mane. Their newly-shaved mounds glistened with desire, and if Val's mahogany skin was a tiny bit darker than Dani's pale cream, well, Dani was just a little more conscientious with the sunblock. Her green eyes were a perfect match for Val's dark brown.

The women shared a smile before Mira helped them into their chastity belts. Just the thought of being Robert's had Dani leaking, and she wouldn't have cheated on him for the world, but the symbolism was important. As if in karmic payback for getting off easy upstairs, Dani noticed Val had a much harder time accommodating the butt plug than she did.

Finally, they donned tight-fitting chokers stamped with "R" (for Dani) and "J" (for Val). The coming ceremony was for public consumption, but the click of the locks represented their husbands' ownership. Matching designer gowns obscured everything except their beauty.

Dani's body burned with physical need the rest of the day. Every time she met Robert's eyes, his expression promised carnal pleasures beyond her imagination. A glance at Val showed a vivacious young woman who, like herself, appeared outwardly normal but burned with sexual arousal. Any time things got too tame, a grinning Mira thumbed the remote that brought the vibrators inside her to life.

The sisters had left the reception as early as they decently could and waited impatiently on the large bed in Dani and Robert's suite. Each held a short black leash clipped to the other's collar.

Finally Robert and John appeared, giving each other high fives as they saw their wives waiting for them. Dani wanted to jump up and run to her husband, but Val's tug on her leash kept her in place.

Dani behaved herself until Robert stood in front of her, but then she threw herself at him, kissing him urgently and pressing her body, still encased in its restraints, against him. "Fuck me, oh fuck me, fuck me hard," she whispered to him. "I'm dying to have you inside me!"

John produced a key, and both ladies wasted no time in hitching up their gowns so the burden of their chastity belts could be removed. Dani felt empty and needy, and remained spread for a moment longer, hoping Robert would take her right then, but apparently the men had other plans in mind.

Instead of unfastening his fly, Robert withdrew a pair of black blindfolds from the inside pocket of his jacket. It was a game they'd played many times before, although Dani had never heard Val mention doing it with John. Giving him an eager smile, the blonde accepted one of the blindfolds and fastened it over her eyes.

Robert surprised her again a minute later. Instead of the earbuds she'd expected to have fitted into her ears, he removed the blindfold, covering Dani's lips with a kiss and gesturing for her to remain quiet. Next to her, John was just cueing up a playlist on Val's iPod.

"Be a good girl and do this for me," Robert told Dani. "I know you'll get off on it."

Slightly mystified, but afire with desire and curiosity, Dani nodded. She let herself be moved to a prone position along one side of the bed, gown still about her waist, and watched the men move Val until her face was just above Dani's steaming crotch and her dress was thrown up over her back. Robert handed her sister's leash to Dani while John started undressing.

Dani sucked in her breath as Val immediately bent closer and began eating her out. It wasn't a cock, but it was stimulation and it was her sister. Val plunged her tongue deep inside her, making use of the stud to full effect without quite coming into contact with Dani's clit.

Without further preliminaries, John thrust himself into Val's creaming pussy and began pounding into her. Val's face began bouncing rhythmically against Dani's mound, increasing her pleasure.

"Remember, Dani, you're my slut now," Robert reiterated as he removed his own clothing. "Don't let me down."

Dani gave him a dirty look. As if a blowjob was going to squick her out after all this time!

John pulled out of Val and took two quick steps forward. Dani was beyond surprised, but opened her mouth without thinking when he grabbed her dangling leash. Her brother inserted himself in her mouth, filling it with the taste of her sister.

Out of the corner of her eye, Dani saw Robert take John's place behind the unsuspecting Val and begin fucking her. The implications began to unfold in Dani's mind, and she orgasmed just before John blew his wad in her mouth. Had John used her too, the other times she'd been blindfolded?

It got even crazier when John pulled out and walked to the door of the suite to let in the other men. Victor was first in line, grinning devilishly at her as he took Robert's place in Val's well-oiled vagina.

"You little cocksucker," Robert complemented her, thrusting well back into Dani's throat. "You're going to swallow every drop, aren't you?" She nodded, mouth stretched tight around him. "And every one of these men, you're gonna blow because you're my slut, right? Does it make you hot?"

"Yes," choked Dani, between swallows. She felt Val orgasm between her legs. Part of it was being Robert's slut, but part of it was watching Val be used in ways she didn't even realize. Feeling high, the blonde opened her mouth and extended her tongue, providing a tempting target for Victor.

Ten loads later, Robert was back with the blindfold. "It's time for your reward, Dani," he told her, grinning appreciatively at the semen coating her face. His eyes widened with surprise when she raised a hand, blocking his attempt to slip the blindfold over her head.

"Are you going to tell her?" Dani asked, nodding at her sister.

Val was wriggling her ass enticingly. "Oh John, come on -- don't stop now!"

Robert and John smiled at each other, sharing an expression that made Dani so instantly wet it felt like her insides were liquefying. "I think we'll keep it a secret, for now," Robert decided. "After all, part of the fun is not really knowing, isn't it?"

She didn't stop him when he moved again to cover her eyes. Val's tongue had been good -- no, to be fair, she'd been great -- but Dani needed Robert's cock inside her, and soon. The blonde let her husband position her between Val's thighs, and welcomed the headphones that masked the sounds in the room around her.

Dani was surrounded, not by the music she'd expected, but by the rich tones of Robert's voice. She remembered the conversation from years ago as if it were yesterday. "You love me, don't you Dani?" his masculine voice asked. It was only a recording, but it made her drip.

"Yes," her recorded voice quavered, and Dani also heard the liquid sounds of his masterful cock stirring her pussy. She arched her back, and the physical Robert entered her from behind, filling her in a single swift thrust. Dani gasped and dropped her head to Val's slit, finding it flavored with the cum she'd tasted before as well as the feminine perfume of her sister's discharge.

"You'd do anything for my cock, Dani," the recording played on. "You're such a little slut; you need to be fucked hard and often, don't you?" Dani sighed into Val's heated flesh in unison with her electronic echo. "I'm lucky you love me so much and you're so faithful, Dani."

Robert ejaculated inside her and withdrew, before plunging deep inside her again. "You're so hot you're always ready to jump on my cock, you need it so bad, but you'd never cheat on me."

Dani knew he wanted her to think one of the other men was fucking her now, but she wasn't fooled. The size and shape of his erection, the way he used it inside her, couldn't be duplicated and she knew his magnificent organ as well as she knew her own body.

"You want me inside you, whenever I wish. Just the thought of me makes you wet, like the shameless slut you really are. You're my slut, Dani."

He dumped another load in her sloppy cunt, and immediately transferred his attentions to her tender back door. She trembled and orgasmed explosively under Robert's deft touch, moaning his name so forcefully that Val convulsed from the vibrations on her clit.

At some point, Dani realized the recording had changed, but it was immaterial beside the immediacy of the pounding her indefatigable Robert was giving her. His voice just flowed into her brain the same way his bottomless balls filled her cunny to overflowing and still continued to pump more into her.

Dani knew she'd do anything for her loving husband as long as she could have his cock inside her.

Danielle wriggled in her seat, trying in vain to find a more comfortable position. Beside her, Valerie sprawled spinelessly and listened to her iPod.

"Why do we do this, again?" the blonde asked her roommate rhetorically. "A week of summer vacation gone, I'm sore all over, and I feel like we just got here!"

Val snorted. "Yeah, and we'll spend a week or more at home just recovering from our 'vacation'. The same thing happens every time."

Dani nodded her head slowly in amused agreement. "Who knew lying around the beach all day and playing video poker could be so tiring?" She was pretty sure that was all they'd done, anyway; her memories were a little fuzzy thanks to the plentiful drinks. They'd been coming a few times a year since spring break their freshman year and neither of them had shown up in "Girls Gone Wild" or compromising online photos. They were responsible young women, not drunken bimbos.

The soon-to-be senior wasn't really a party girl anyway, despite her good looks. They'd found a hotel a bit off the beaten path that was affordable, quiet enough to keep their parents from having heart attacks, and with a dozen old video poker machines in the bar.

They were the most fucked-up machines in the universe, and the pair expected to find them gone every time they'd returned, but the hotel was still holding onto them. Why, Dani couldn't figure out. Reserved for the use of guests, they smelled like cheap cigars, had buttons with labels worn well past the point of legibility, and sported blurry screens that spent more time displaying bursts of static than crude cards.

But mostly, whatever circuitry was supposed to calculate odds seemed to be completely broken. Once again, each of them was ending the trip with nearly $10,000 more in unreported cash winnings, even after accounting for the rooms and meals. The worst week they'd ever had, had still been over $3,000. It was the scam of the century, and they kept quiet about it for fear of ruining a good thing. Miranda, a senior Val had met their first year, had turned them onto the secret.

An older man wearing a tasteless Tommy Bahama knockoff shirt walked past them along the concourse, and Dani blinked as she flashed on an incredibly vivid image of him fucking a naked and completely uninhibited Val.

It was so hilariously weird she almost made a joke about it, but she didn't want to be overheard. Besides, neither of them were that kind of girl. Well...




The Big Day



Dani looked over at Val again. "I still can't believe you stopped and did that," she repeated. The new nipple piercings Val had gotten on an impulse stop on the way to the airport were easy to see for somebody who knew what they were looking for. Dani had looked a lot in the last few hours. There was just something about them that made her feel, well, unsettled.

The blonde changed positions again. "Your tongue wasn't enough? What are you going to do next time?" She realized she was looking at Val's nipples again. What was it with her, today?

Val pulled off her earbuds and sat up. "I dunno, Dani. Maybe I dozed off and hit my head on one of those damn poker machines!" She laughed, and then turned reflective. "I just saw the sign and had to stop. They make me feel sexy!"

The beautiful coed quickly ran her hands down her sides, shivering as she did so, and looked over at her friend. "Maybe I should ask how you're doing?"

Dani realized she had crossed her arms under her breasts, forcing them up, and was idly stroking her nipples. Her hands flew into her lap like startled birds, and she discovered there was a hint of dampness between her legs. "Do you think I'd look better with bigger boobs?" the blonde hesitantly asked.

Val just laughed. "Shit, girl, you know you're gorgeous just the way you are!"

The thought, once uttered, couldn't be dismissed. The trim young woman laughed weakly. The vision of her shirt stretched tight over luscious titflesh large enough to overflow her hands wouldn't leave her mind's eye. The thought was outlandish, unexpected, and a little arousing. Surely $10,000 would buy a boob job...

Absolutely not! She so was not going to get cosmetic surgery before even graduating! She didn't even have a tattoo! Dani gasped and forced her mind onto another track. "You know," she mused, "when we come back for the holidays, we could bring Kristin."

Val raised an expressive eyebrow. "What, your annoying little sister?"

It had been a totally spurious suggestion, but Dani realized it felt right. "Sure! She's mellowed over the last few years, and she starts classes in the fall." With increasing enthusiasm, she continued, "Somebody's got to show her the ropes; why not us?"

Her roommate grunted, displaying a distinct lack of enthusiasm. Dani already knew she'd wear Val down, even if it took the rest of the year to do it. Just the thought of returning without Kris felt vaguely wrong. "It'll be great, I know it!"

She knew it would be better than great. Dani sat up and crossed her legs tightly. She was no more going to sit in the ladies room and jill off than she was going to spend a semester's tuition on implants so she could look like some slut.

Was she?



The Big Day



It's finally the big day. After spending so much time waiting, your excitement is impossible to describe. 

Your master offered to deepen your submission, and you agreed, trembling in anticipation of the things he would make you do.

And while he has helped you broaden your horizons, nothing has prepared you for this.

Your master spent the last two weeks keeping you in a state of extreme arousal. Taking great care to be thorough, he worked his skilled hands all over your supple body, making sure not to miss a single inch of your sensitive skin. In addition, he has used his mouth and tongue to lick, suck and bite your breasts, driving you into ecstasy for hours on end. 

While these efforts have brought you great pleasure, he has refused to let you cum, keeping you right on the edge of embracing the wonderful plateau of ecstasy that is orgasm. 

As he kept up this treatment, your need to experience that ultimate release intensified, like a flame growing larger with every passing day. Your hunger grew over time, until you felt famished. Finally, you broke down. You begged him to do whatever he wanted - as long as he let you cum. 

Your master declared that before you were allowed to relish the orgasm you craved so badly, you would need to experience the ultimate submission. He was going to sell you at an auction and provide one lucky man with unrestricted access to your body.

The thought of having this experience made you both nervous and incredibly excited, but then he made things even more interesting by locking you in a chastity belt. For the last several days before the auction, you would not be allowed to have any stimulation "down there."

Your excitement rose to a whole new level as he clasped the belt in place and proceeded to caress every inch of your waiting body. He massaged your sensitive breasts and sucked on your rock-hard nipples with a newfound vigor. This was in and of itself wonderful, but your wet pussy was screaming for stimulation. You dripped like a faucet as he made you cry out for release. While you were incredibly aroused before, you soon reached a wonderful sexual high like no other. 

After a few days of this ecstasy, the big day finally came. Your master smiled at you widely before placing a blindfold over your eyes. He slowly led you into a room, where you could hear several male voices.

Your master started the bidding, and countless men shouted out sums that they would be willing to pay for you to be their new plaything. The whole situation made you unbelievably wet, and you couldn't wait to feel your new master's hard cock stretch your tight pussy. 

Now that the auction has begun, you realize this event is taking place during your fertile time. As men shout out sums they are willing to pay for unfettered access to your body, you think about how vulnerable you really are. 

The man who buys you tonight is playing for keeps, as your belly could soon swell with the evidence of your submission.

Bearing a child for your new master would mean submitting to him for life. You swoon at the thought. You always knew that pregnancy was one thing that your master could certainly make you experience. 

This adventure has been amazing thus far, bringing you to heights of arousal you never thought possible. What would make it even more wonderful would be a permanent reminder of this life-changing night. 

You try to conceal a moan as you imagine your belly expanding and your breasts filling out. You can't help but fantasize about holding the baby of your new master in your arms. Maybe you will have a son that looks just like him. 

The thought of receiving this wonderful gift makes you even more aroused, if such a thing is even possible. You become lost in a tempest of sexy, erotic thoughts, shaking in anticipation of what will come next. 

As you swim in this wonderful sea of fantasies, the bidding comes to an end. One man has offered a substantial sum to be your new master. The blindfold is taken off your eyes, and a handsome man with dark hair and a nice suit walks over and takes hold of the key.

"From now on, you will be all mine," he says before leaning in for a kiss.

You tremble at the feeling of his soft lips. You are impossibly aroused, and he can tell.

Don't worry, your new master will give you everything you want. He holds the key to your lock, and you will not be disappointed.