34 comments/ 53526 views/ 3 favorites The End of the World By: Grey Eagle 286 We had been married for over seven years when I discovered my wife had a fantasy, or I guess you could have called it a strong desire. Or a fetish. We met at a party in a small town where I had found a summer job. I was a senior at the University of Florida and was invited to work as a stable hand for the summer on a horse farm. I cannot say that I loved the work, but the money was good. The first week I was there I was invited to a party for one of the hands who was getting married. It was a pool party at the owners house. It was a huge lovely house. I knew only a couple people there and felt a little awkward. I was basically standing in a corner sipping a beer when I saw her. She was easily the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was wearing a little bikini suit that left nothing to the imagination. There was a crowd of guys around her all the time. I watched her for several hours. Finilly I noticed her slip behind a hedge, so I followed. She walked to the stable area and entered a barn. I slipped around and came in the other end. She was standing at a stall looking at a mare with a young foal. I walked up behind her and I heard her giggle. I looked at the foal nursing and saw nothing funny. "Hi! Why are you laughing?" "Because you took so long to get here." "How did you know I would be here." "I have seen you watching me all afternoon. I thought maybe if I went off by myself you would follow me." "You wanted me to follow you?" "Yes I did. You looked like a nice guy I could just talk to, and be friends with. I hope you won't be like the rest of the guys and try to hit on me all the time." "My name is John, John Mc Coy. What is your name?" "I am Beverly Baxter. I am pleased to meet you John Mc Coy." "Would you like to walk and look at the other horses?" "That would be nice, John." "It must be hard being so beautiful that all the guys hit on you. I have to confess that I would love to try to hit on you sometime in the future, but I just want to be near you and get to know you better." "Do you think I am pretty?" "Not really." "You don't?" "No, I don't think so, you are not just pretty, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. That includes on both the TV and movies." She stopped and looked at me wide eyed, "Do you really mean that?" "Yes I do. But it sounds like I am hitting on you, and I don't want you to think that." "I do think that and I kind of like it when you do it so gently and sincerely. It makes me all tingly." I just stared at her. She looked up at me and smiled. "You are a very handsome guy. And I think you are very sweet. Tell me all about John Mc Coy." We walked and talked for hours. I didn't know when it happened but I found myself holding her little hand in my big rough one like it belonged there. She made no effort to pull away. "She smiled at me and said, "We had better go get something to eat before it is all gone." "I hope it is all gone." "Why?" "Because then I will ask you to go out to dinner with me some place." "You are such a sweet boy, John. I will go with you any where you want me to. But you have to ask my father first." "Really" "Yes, my father, I am only seventeen. I have to ask my mother or father before I run off with a strange young man. No matter how much I like him." It turned out her father owned the farm. We dated for almost a year before I asked her to marry me. I knew I wanted to spend my life with her. I was in the Naval ROTC and was going to receive a Commission in the Navy and go to San Diego for Seal training when I graduated in June. She said 'yes' and was my best friend and supported me during the training. She was always there for me, always had our little apartment spotless, my clothes clean and was a eager and ardent lover. She was perfect. After four years in the Navy I got a job as a pilot for a large corporation. It was interesting work but it kept me away from home too much and hated being away from Beverly. Especially because she was pregnant with our second child. Her father offered me a job as assistant farm manager. We both loved being back in Florida. I liked the job very much and was damned good at it. After three years there the manager retired and I was named acting Manager. They hired a assistant to help me and haven't hired a new manager. They just gave me a big raise, so I guess I am doing a good job for them. Hell, I know I am! Then Beverly and I went to a party at a neighboring farm. We knew the couple who ran the farm very well. There was a large group of people there. Bev and I mixed and greeted people we knew. Then I didn't see her. I looked around and finally spotted her dancing with a very large and handsome black man. They were talking and laughing as they gracefully moved about the dance floor. Someone asked me a question about our new hay harvester and bailer. Then Beverly was beside me clinging to my arm. I grinned down at her and leaned down and whispered in her ear that she was still the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She asked me to dance with her and we went to the dance floor. I am not a good dancer, I seem to have two left feet and in spite of years of Beverly's teaching I am still rather clumsy. We danced several dances and were leaving the floor when the large black man stopped us and introduced himself as Derek Patterson. We shook hands and he asked if he could dance with Beverly. I looked at her and she nodded so I told him yes. I went and got us two fresh drinks and returned to the dance floor. I didn't see them. I looked around the room and didn't see either of them. I walked to the French doors to the patio and looked out. I saw a couple dancing very close together. Her head was tilted back and they appeared to be kissing. Then I recognized Beverly's dress. It was them. About that time they turned and walked toward the door. He smiled as they approached and said, "You have a very beautiful wife. Thank you for letting me borrow her." Then he turned and kissed Bev on the cheek and walked away. She watched him go then said she had to powder her nose and left me standing there holding two drinks. I followed her and waited for her to come out. She looked a little flushed when she came out and I asked if she were alright. She said she was fine, I asked if she wanted to go home. She said we had to say our good nights and she would be ready. I walked to our hosts and made our excuses and turned to find Bev gone. I saw her talking to Derek. I walked up to her and took her firmly by her arm and said, "Time to go Dear." She looked at me and then at Derek and then headed for the door. I heard his strong laugh behind us. I was royally pissed when we got to the car. She knew it. Nothing like this had ever happened before, I couldn't believe the way she had acted. I didn't say a word all the way home. I took the baby sitter home and Beverly was in her gown when I got home. I looked at her and went to her dressing area and opened her clothes hamper. I saw her panties inside. I picked them up as she watched. They were soaking wet. I held them to my nose. They smelled of her arousal. I dropped them back and looked at her. I was stunned, I could think of nothing to say. I walked from the room as tears ran down my face. I went to the bar and fixed myself stiff drink. I threw it down and fixed another. I felt her hand on my arm. "Fix me one too." I turned and looked at her. She said, "Why are you still crying?" "The perfect world I lived in just came to an end." "What do you mean. Why would you say that?" "I can no longer trust you. I know if I had not been there tonight you would have fucked Derek. Right?" "What?" "I have never turned you on like he did. He will call you. You will probably go to him.. I won't take you back. I love you more than life it's self. You don't love me or your children enough to turn him down. I saw you kiss him tonight after you knew him ten minutes. Black males run one thousand times higher rates of STD's than monogamous white males. Just kissing puts your kids and me at risk. I can't take that chance with the kids. If you fuck him, well, the risk quadruples. I will have some papers for you to look at in the morning." "I haven't done anything!" "You didn't kiss him?" "Well, yes a short kiss. It didn't mean anything." "I guess it didn't mean anything to you. It meant something to me. It meant my heart was broken, trampled on, spit on, while he laughed at me. Because he knows he has you. And I never will again." "You believe that don't you?" "Yes. That is why my heart is broken." "Oh! John, My Dearest husband I pledged my life and my body and soul to you when we were wed. I have never broken that vow and never intend to break it. I love you and I love our children." "Beverly, I love you too. Put yourself in my position. What would you have done if you saw me get a huge erection while I danced with another woman and then saw me kiss her?" "I don't know. I would probably would have scratched her eyes out." Tears ran from her eyes, "John, I never meant to hurt you, never ever would I want to do that." "Then why aren't you being candid with me, why can't you tell me exactly what happened. If you can't do that you are hurting me deliberately." "John, nothing happened except a little kiss." "That is why I will never trust you again." I turned and walked away from her. She ran after me, begging me to stop and listen to her. I stopped and turned to her. "Bev, this is not getting us anywhere. I know you don't get so excited you cum in your panties from only a short kiss. Even so why kiss him at all? I think we both have had too much to drink tonight. I have to go to work early in the morning. We will talk as soon as I can get away. You need to think long and very hard about what you want from life. You need to get an appointment for a test for STDs as soon as possible. I want you to not touch or kiss the girls until you get a clean bill of health from the doctor. Will you promise me that?" "What is a STD." "A Sexually Transmitted Disease." "What?" "You heard me. Have your sister take them until you are cleared." "But?" "Just do it." I slept in the spare bed room. I missed her being beside me terribly. The next morning I was up at four and went in my home office and unlocked the security unit we had installed several years before when we thought the baby sitter was abusing the girls. I turned the sound activated video recorders and the telephone taps on. I went to the farm and had my work done by ten. I waited as my fax machine spit out a group of papers from my attorney. I read them and sorted them and put them in separate folders. I got in my truck and went to visit an old friend and college room mate, Freddy Hao. A damned fine friend and a police detective. I told him what was going on. He had me wait for about half an hour. He handed me a dossier on Derek Patterson. He had a long rap sheet. Basically he was a pimp specializing in white upper class whores for the black trade. There was a very high demand for good looking high class white hookers for the blacks. Most were seduced by him then recruited as whores after they had their pictures made having sex with multiple black men or were hooked on drugs. He was a real bad dude, also smart enough that no one was able to get him for a thing. He had releases and contracts signed by all the women saying they agreed voluntarily to whore for him. I took the information and went home. Beverly was sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee. She looked as if she had been crying. I told her I would be right back. I slipped in the office and played the video tapes back. They had not been activated by any one but Beverly who was alone. I played the phone taps back. Derek called and asked Beverly to meet him tomorrow and have a couple of drinks. She said she would not meet him anywhere, ever. He laughed, "Sure you will Sweetheart. Think about what you felt last night. Think about how it would feel in your little tight white pussy. Think about it." She hung up with out answering." I had to sit and calm down for a bit. I walked back in the kitchen and fixed myself a cup of coffee. I sat across from her. "Did Derek call today?" She looked down and softly said, "Yes he did." God, I was glad to hear her say that. "What did he want?" "He wanted me to meet him." "Before you tell me your answer I want you to read something." I handed her a manila envelope with some papers in it. It was a divorce agreement in which she agreed to give me full and complete custody of the two girls. She could have visitation rights as followed, The first month she could see them once a week. The second month she could see them every other week. Then for the next four months she could see them monthly. After that she could see them once every six months for a year. That would be her last visit with them. She would receive half the proceeds of the sale of the house when ever it was sold. She could keep her car but had to take over the insurance. The second envelope contained a divorce agreement in which I was granted total and complete custody of the girls. She received no visitation rights or anything else. She read the two sets of papers. "I don't exactly understand." "The first set is if you decide to see Derek again and file for divorce yourself. The second is for if I find you have seen him and not filed the other papers." "I will never see the girls again?" "I can't chance that. The risk is too high for them." "What if I never see him again?" "Then we have a lot of work to do rebuilding a marriage in which trust and confidence have been destroyed." "Just one kiss did all that?" "That and the fact that you are unwilling to admit that anything other than a quick kiss happened. We both know better." "John, I am so ashamed of myself. I was so ashamed I couldn't admit it to even myself. I acted like a cheap slut. He was so handsome and charming. He kept telling me how beautiful I was. How sexy I was. How much he wanted to make love to me. He made me feel desirable and pretty again. He kept giving me drinks and I felt really good. Then the bubble burst and I saw the hurt in your eyes. I couldn't face what I had done to you. God! I hate myself! You have always been so faithful and true. I love you so much. I will die with out you. You are my life. I have thought of nothing else all day. I will do anything you say. I want you, you are my man. I want no other, ever." I reached out and took her hand. Tears ran from my eyes. "I love you too, little girl, I always have and always will. But as much as I want to, I am afraid to even kiss you. Did you make an appointment for a blood test?" "Yes I did. Tomorrow morning. Will you take me?" "Yes. Just so you know I was not completely off base in my assessment of Derek I want you to read his rap sheet. I handed her the papers I had gotten from Freddy Hao. She read them and blanched pale white. She looked up at me. "What a fool I was, thank god I had you looking after me. I hope I can win your trust and love again." "Listen girl, I have loved you since the first time I laid eyes on you and that love grew stronger every day, until last night. My love for you may have blinded me so that I didn't see that you were not being sexually fulfilled. I didn't know you need something more than I was giving you. I guess I am at fault for being blind to your needs. You have to tell your stupid husband what you want or need. If I can't provide it for you I will find someone who can help us. I guess I need help anyway you look at it." When I was quiet, Beverly was softly sobbing. She put her hands over her lovely face and cried. It broke my heart to see her suffer so. I pulled her hands away and kissed her eyes and nose and held her tightly and whispered that I truly loved her. She looked up at me, "John, I have loved you more and more each day, ever since I met you, too! You have always been a perfect husband and lover. You give me massive orgasms whenever we make love. I know of nothing I would want to change. Sometimes I think we are both in a little bit of a rut in our loving, but it is such a lovely rut I would hesitate to change it. I think we each get tired and put the other off once in a while, not very often though. I honestly do not know why I reacted to that man the way I did. Evidently I am not the only woman he has effected that way. That doesn't excuse me at all but I guess he is good at seducing white women." "I don't think it could be the size of his penis, Lord knows mine is big enough, at least I thought it was. Is his bigger?" Is that what it was?" "I don't have any idea of how big he is. I only felt it pressing against me when we danced. It did feel big, but I am used to that, I didn't even think about it. You are absolutely perfect for me. There is no way I could handle one speck larger than you. Sometimes I hear the other wives talk about how well their husbands are endowed. They brag about having an eight incher. I never say a word because I know you are about half again that long. Yours is the only one I have ever seen. I have the best, I don't need to see another. I want to know what you mean when you say you will get us help?" "I mean that there are Doctors and shrinks who specialize in sexual matters. Sexual therapists too. They teach people to have better sex lives. To control harmful or unwise urges or fantasies, and how to make love to your partner in a more fulfilling way. I read an article about them in the paper a couple of months ago. If nothing else works I will find you a sex partner who will satisfy you." "Why is that different from cheating?" "Because I will never let it happen if I am not there in the room watching. No love talk allowed. Just sex. Then it will be my turn with a female partner while you watch. Same rules. We each approve or it doesn't happen." "You would do that for me?" "I want you happy, girl. I don't want to lose you." "And you want a divorce if I see Derek again?" "These people are not pimps or diseased. If you don't see the difference I don't think we need to talk any further. Go see him, just sign the papers before you go." Beverly giggled, "No way big guy, you don't get rid of me that easy. I will play by what ever rules you decide upon because I know it will be the right thing to do, and the best thing for both of us." I looked at this girl I loved with all my heart and still felt uneasy about her. I had never heard the conviction or honesty in her voice I needed to hear. Something was missing. I didn't know what. I sighed and turned and walked to the window and looked out seeing nothing. I felt tears coursing down my cheeks. I wanted so much to believe in her, but it just didn't feel right. I felt her grab me and turn me around. She looked in my eyes, "You still don't trust me do you?" "I want to, but you are right, I do not trust you. Should I?" She sobbed, "No, I need help, I don't know why I have such a strong attraction to that animal, but I do. Please help me. I do love you very, very much. But if he called right now I might go. God, I need help. Please don't give up on me. I need you." I looked at her and walked to the phone. I dialed a number. I said, "Lieutenant Hao, Please." He came on the line. "Freddy, this is John Mc Coy, I need the name of the shrink you were telling me about the other day." I wrote the name and number on a piece of paper. I thanked him and hung up. I dialed the number and requested an appointment with the doctor as soon as possible for Bev and myself. Two days later we sat in a special room at the doctors office. Beverly was hooked up to some sort of monitoring machine that looked similar to a lie detector. Then the nurse dimmed the lights a bit and put a DVD in a player. The large screen showed a series of people who were completely nude. There were men and boys and women and girls of all ages. The were of all races and of various mixed races. The men and boys were shown with soft penises and with erections of various stages. The pictures showed the person for about twenty seconds and were in motion. They were in a very random order with races and sexes in no discernable order. The End of the World After about twenty minutes Bev had a ten minute break. We talked and had a coke. I noticed the nurse review the tapes and punch a number of buttons on a small hand remote control. After the break the nurse started the pictures again. This time the pictures were all of men. They were about evenly divided between black adults and white adults. This lasted about ten minutes. Next she showed a series of scenes of interracial intercourse between black males and white women and between white men and black females. That lasted another ten minutes. We were then told to wait in the waiting room until the results were tabulated. We waited for about half an hour before the doctor saw us again. After we were seated he looked at us and said, "Mrs. Mc Coy, it appears from the tests that you have a deep attraction on a primal level for black men. You showed almost no interest in any of the females. You showed some arousal when you were shown adult white males. You were very aroused by black males of all ages. You reacted normally to white males having intercourse with any female. Your readings almost went off the chart when you saw black males having intercourse with white females." Beverly buried her face in her hands and cried. The doctor motioned for me to go to her and comfort her. I finally calmed her down and we resumed our seats. "Please don't be upset by this result Mrs. Mc Coy it is a relatively common thing. There has been a certain mystique fostered about the sexual size and prowess of the black man. This myth is very subtly taught young white girls from an early age. It is very difficult to counteract." I asked, "What can be done to get this attraction out of her mind. She is finding it extremely difficult to resist attractive black males who hit on her." Beverly jerked her head up and looked at me. "There are several things we need to examine first. Mrs. Mc Coy, are you attracted to the idea of larger size, you showed no more reaction to the huge penises than to the small black ones." "I don't think size is an attraction for me because John is as big as any man I saw today." The doctor looked at me. "Really, how big are you. Would you show me?" "Of course, if it will help at all." I stood and walked to Beverly. "Darling, please undo me and take him out." She unbuckled and unzipped my jeans and pulled them to my knees. She pulled my boxers down and grasped my penis. I looked at her and she looked up at me and smiled. She leaned forward and kissed it. "I think he has the most beautiful penis in the whole world." said Beverly as she looked at the doctor. "He is really huge, that should not be a factor in your attraction to black men. Can you tell me how long this attraction has been a problem for you. Were you always attracted to them?" "No, it just started recently. I don't know exactly when or why." "There are several ways to go here. One is that we can try hypnosis to try and change your primal need to have sex with black men. We can attempt to erase the whole black myth from your subconscious mind. Another thing we can do is to send you to a Sexual Therapist who is black and let you have intercourse with him so you can see it is no different, but there is a danger in that because you so aroused by blacks that it would seem better to you and make you worse. I think we should try hypnosis first." I looked at Bev, "I agree with the doctor, what do you think?" "I will never have sex with anyone but my husband unless he is present and watching and wants me to do it." I said, "That is a bridge we will only cross if it is absolutely necessary. Do you have a Hypnotist you recommend, Doctor?" "Why yes, we use a very talented and trustworthy local practitioner. He is very successful in most cases. Sometimes it is a permanent cure and other times it needs to be reinforced periodically." "Can you set up an appointment for us?" "Certainly." He pressed a button on his intercom and asked the receptionist to get the earliest possible appointment with Mr. Ralph Monroe. We talked for a few moments when the intercom buzzed and the girl said we had an appointment at nine tomorrow morning. We left feeling somewhat encouraged. We got the results of Bev's blood tests. She tested negative for all STDs. I was delighted to be able to kiss her again and to let her hug and kiss our daughters. We went to meet Mr. Monroe in the morning. I sat with them and he was successful in putting Beverly in a deep trance. While in the trance she admitted being very sexually attracted to black men and especially to Derek. He told her that after he awoke her she would remember nothing of the session and that for the rest of her life she would find black men sexually uninteresting in every way. She would think their penises were amusingly inadequate. He also told her she would love me more than ever and be revolted at the idea of having sex with anyone other than me. Then he woke her. She smiled at me, "See, I knew he couldn't put me under." "Hey! He tried very hard, you are just too tough minded for him." "Can we go home now. I want our life to get back to normal." As we drove home she reached over and rubbed my penis through my jeans, "I need him so bad. Drive faster." Chapter 2 Ending number 1 This is a continuation of the story entitled "The End of the World". It is strongly recommended that "The End of the World Chapter 1." be read first. There are several endings to this story. I carried my wife, Beverly, up to our bedroom and placed her gently on our bed. I was very aroused and so was she. We both tore our clothes off and met on the bed in a passionate kiss. Our tongues intertwined. It was a long, long wet kiss. She pushed me on my back and kissed her way down my body, her hands caressing me as she went. One hand moved ahead and found her target, my iron hard pulsing cock. She softly ran her small hand the length of him with a feather light touch. Then did it again as her mouth caught up with her hand. Her sweet lips slipped over the top and were so wet and warm. She ran her tongue and lips over the whole shaft so her hand slipped gently up and down in her saliva. The hands and the lips and tongue worked together to coat my penis with a slippery layer that enabled her hands to slide up and twist around the crown and then slide around in the slick coating. God it felt good. Her mouth stayed in contact with my member at all times adding to the moisture. I knew I would not last long like that so I pulled her hands away and dragged her up over my body so I could kiss her mouth again. I told her she had me so hot I was about to cum. She giggled, "That is what I wanted, I need to please my wonderful beloved husband." I flipped her over and scrambled down to bury my face in her pussy. She was dripping wet and tasted so good to my starved tongue. I lapped the juices up as fast as I could then parted her little pink lips with my fingers and plunged my face as deep as it would go, licking and sucking anything I could find. When I needed a breath I would attack her clit in it's little hiding place and give it a royal tongue lashing and then reenter her sloppy wet pussy. I felt her pulling at my head and crawled up between her wide spread legs. I rubbed my cock-head in her juices and it slipped right into her sheath. She was really ready and I thrust all the way in. I pulled back out and rammed my rod back in her. She felt so very good I was thrusting as hard as I could trying to get her to cum with me. She moaned that she was almost there. I felt the wonderful wave of sheer pleasure building inside me. I stiffened and spurted my sperm inside her making her even slipperier. Oh! She was grinding her pelvis against me causing my cock to be rubbed by the walls of her vagina. I gritted my teeth and tried to bear the exquisite overpowering feeling it caused. Finally I told her I couldn't take any more and she stopped. We cuddled together and gently kissed each other. God how I love that girl. She whispered that she loved me with all her heart and soul. I cried and told her I felt the same about her. In the morning I woke up first as usual and went to my little office and unlocked the security console. I rewound and reset everything. I went to work and got caught up with what had happened while I was off for a few days. I was a little frightened because everything had gone so well while I was gone. Maybe they would find out they really didn't need me. I went home about four and was really whipped. Bev wasn't home so I laid down and took a nice nap. I felt a little prick on my arm. I knew nothing until I felt Beverly kissing me. I was on the recliner in our bedroom. I tried to reach up and hug her but I couldn't move my arms. I looked down, my wrists and ankles were cuffed to the chair. "What the hell is going on!" I yelped. Beverly kissed me tenderly again. "Please don't struggle and hurt yourself. I don't want you to be hurt in any way. I know you won't believe me, but I do love you with all my heart. I kills me to do this to you but it has to be done." She walked to the door and opened it saying, "He is awake now. Come on in." I watched as Derek Patterson entered my bedroom. He was nude. He had a massive cock swinging as he walked over to me. He looked into my eyes. "Your wife is mine now, to do with as I wish. This can go several ways over which she has little control. The easy way is for you to realize what I say is true. Accept the inevitable and get on with your life which will be changed very little. Or you can fight us and end up in a heap of trouble. You cannot win. I have too many strings out. Every one you talked to about your wife's problems reported directly to me. They are all in my pocket, even your old buddy Freddy. I am a considerate and kind master, I do not want to hurt you either. But I can. Your wife is joining a very select group of extremely attractive ladies that entertain men for me. Some are paid very, very well for their services. Others, like your wife, want no pay and do it for their own reasons. One woman, working one night a week can net me twenty to forty thousand dollars a week. I must take extra good care of them and protect them in every way possible. I can not afford to have them unhappy. We have a very comprehensive and aggressive medical plan to protect them from disease. They are worthless to me sick or with STDs. I can't have that. We have independently developed several effective methods of protecting them. We also very carefully screen our customers. We have sex with our ladies regularly to show our confidence in their health. The only change is that your wife will be gone one evening a week. Think of it as if she was going out to a ladies club meeting or something. Every one of our husbands is pleased with the arrangement. They like the money, they all say their wives are more loving and happier than ever before. Now to show you my power, you are going to watch your wife have sex with myself and several of my men. One of them will be her manager. He will take care of her every need and will handle her bookings. You can struggle against this or lean back and watch your wife be pleasured by experts. If you request it you may have one hand released so you can masturbate while we fuck her. Please enjoy it and don't fight it. Beverly dear, come over and suck my cock for your husband. That's right over here close where he can see clearly what you are doing. Ah! Good girl, that is good." I watched as she closed her lips around the purple head of his large black cock. Her red lipsticked lips slid down the shiny shaft further than I thought she could possibly go. She looked up at him for several seconds and then switched her eyes to me. She looked deep in my eyes as if begging for understanding. Then a little hand reached out and grasped my cock. It was semi erect. She gently stroked my cock to it's full arousal. Her eyes twinkled as she licked the whole length of the black cock, her other hand stroking it. I heard the door open and two black men entered and walked over to look down at Beverly as she sucked Derek's cock. One reached down and caressed her breasts. The other looked at me. "Holy shit look at the cock on this white boy. He is huge, even bigger than you Derek! "Damned if he isn't. Hey man! I know a lot of good looking' black chicks who would pay damned well for a party with you Johnboy. Lots of them!" The man who had called attention to my cock leaned close to my penis and reached out and moved Beverly's hand away from me and over to Derek's cock. He moved closer and grasped it himself. He started moving his hand on my shaft. He wrapped his lips around it and took about half of it down his throat. He took more than Bev had ever taken. He was working up and down on the shaft with both hands. I looked a Beverly and she pulled away for the cock she was sucking and grinned at me. Her lips formed 'I love you.'. Then she went back to sucking another man's cock with a vengeance. I heard Derek moan and sigh. He stiffened and I saw his cum run from the corners of her sweet little lips. Tears ran from my eyes as she looked into my eyes. She stood and looked at me. "You are not going to be able to live with this are you?" "No." "This will kill you, won't it?" "Yes." She looked to Derek. "I gave it our best shot. He will never go along with this. I love him too much to put him through this any longer. It is just not going to work. Please leave us now. I'll release him when it is safe. I don't want him hurt." Derek walked to me. He dropped to squat near me. "I know you do not believe me but your wife loves you more than I can believe. And you love your wife enough to not think twice about dieing for her. You are the luckiest of men. I envy you. No man will ever possess her but you. I know that now. I could pressure her or blackmail her into compliance but she would soon hate me. I have too much regard for her to do that. Goodbye John. You win." He rose turned and walked away. Beverly sat on the bed, she looked at me and tears ran from her eyes, "I am glad that is over. I wasn't sure it would work out. He would have hurt you or the girls if I resisted. I just didn't know what to do." She sat up and looked at me. Then she turned her head. She said, "I don't think I can ever look you in the eyes again. I know you will never want me again." I dropped my head and tried to figure out how I felt. I heard the drawer to the night stand open. I looked up and saw the gun in her hand. "Put the gun down Dearest wife, I have never had a time since the day I first met you that I didn't want and love you, that includes right this second. If you are going to kill me, just do it, if you are going to kill yourself just kill me first, because I will kill myself if I have to live without you." She turned and stared at me, "Do you mean that?" "Yes, with all my heart. Come and unlock me, I still have a hard on." I looked over at her, she grinned, "I love you my husband, do you want me to unlock you before or after I make love to you?" I closed my eyes and prayed. I heard the drawer close and felt the cuffs drop. I opened my eyes and saw her kneeling beside me. She cried as she leaned over and kissed my cock, "Now I will get loved by a real man. My man." Chapter 3 Ending number 2 This is a continuation of the story entitled "The End of the World." It is strongly recommended that "The End of the World Chapter 1" be read first. There are several endings to this story. I kissed Bev as soon as we were in the door. She kissed me passionately then pulled away. She said, "I want to continue that later, I need to go get the girls now. They should be through lunch. I have missed them terribly." I told her that was fine, and that I would go with her. She said she would go alone, and that I needed to fix the garbage disposal unit that had been out for a couple weeks. I already had the replacement, I just had to exchange them. I guessed she was right. She should only be gone an hour. The session with the hypnotist had been very educational for me. We were scheduled for several more sessions. I rounded up my tools and the new disposal unit. I removed all the things from under the sink and turned off the water to the unit and unplugged the old one and got to work. When I was through and had tested the new unit, I went out and put the old one in the trash. I came back I and got a nice cold Bud Light from the fridge and popped the top. After a long refreshing pull I looked at the clock. It was almost three o'clock. I jumped up and went to the phone and called Bev's sister. She said Beverly had just left with the girls. I said, "boy I am all mixed up on my time I figured she would just be getting there." She said, "You are not too far off. She got here about five minutes ago and grabbed the girls and ran." I said, "Well I don't feel so bad then." I lied, I felt like I had been kicked in the belly." I said goodbye and hung up. There was about an hour and a half missing. Where the hell had she been? I figured I would be better off just playing it cool. I had another beer and thought about things. None of then good. I heard here pull in. The kitchen door burst open and my two angels were on me in a flash wanting kisses and to be hugged. Bev followed them in grinning and holding up a package saying, "I stopped at the store and got us some nice stakes for dinner tonight. I'm going to change and go in the pool with the girls for a while." She disappeared. Five minutes she was back and threw some clothes in the laundry and went to help the kids with their suits. When I saw all of them in the pool I stepped into the utility room and looked in the dirty clothes basket. A wet pair of her panties were there. They were still warm and smelled of her arousal and not of urine. What the hell was I going to do? I heard a sound behind me and turned and saw her watching me. I felt dead. I walked to the living room and sat on the couch. I stared straight ahead. I knew she stood in front of me. I couldn't look at her. I had to get away and think, I got up and walked out the front door. I could hear her saying something but I didn't know what. I got in my truck and drove off. I woke up and didn't know where I was. I was in a dimly lit room. I tried to sit up and couldn't. I seemed to hurt everywhere. I thought I felt someone put my hand down and leave. Soon there were people all over poking at me . Shining flashlights in my eyes. There was an IV in my arm and a thing blowing up my nose.. I was in a hospital! How did I get there? I guess I fell asleep again and awakened later. I felt someone kissing my hand and hot wet tears on the back of my hand. I moved my head. It was Beverly. "Hi Babe!" I said. She jumped up and ran. The people were back with the flash lights and were asking me all sorts of dumb questions. All I wanted to know was where my wife was. No one would give me a straight answer. I told them if I didn't see her soon I was going home. She came in in a few minutes, I hardly recognized her. She was very thin, her cheeks were sunken and her eyes were in dark circles in her head. I stared at her, "Bev! Girl! you are not taking care of my girl. Go get some rest, I'll be here tomorrow. How are the girls? Do you still love me?" "Oh! Yes, Yes, you know I do, with all my heart." "I believe you. Go get some rest and see the girls. I am going to request they not let you in here for twenty four hours. OK?" "OK!" When a police officer came and sat with me. He was very nice. He wanted to know what I knew about the wreck. I told him I knew very little. I remembered getting in the truck. I backed out and started forward and that was as far as I could remember. He told me they had an eye witness account by my next door neighbor. He said the neighbor said he saw me get in the truck and back out in a normal way. Then I started forward and the truck acted and sounded like I went to full throttle. I accelerated straight down the street and never turned at all to make the turn. He said the truck hit the curb doing about fifty or sixty miles an hour and became airborne and landed in the pond. He and another neighbor had jumped in and dragged me out. Beverly told exactly the same story. There was massive damage to the truck which had burst into flames just after they got me out. The cop said they were unable to rule out sabotage. There were little traces that indicated the steering had been tampered with. I thanked him and realized I really needed to think hard about this. Did Beverly want me dead? I really didn't think so. Derek? Probably. Both of them? Maybe. I couldn't keep my eyes open and dropped off to sleep. The End of the World Beverly was there the next day. She said she loved me and I wanted desperately to believe her. I looked her in the eye and said, "I was very pissed when I left the house. I know you know why don't you?" She said, "yes, I do." "Am I wasting my time trying to get well?" Will you and Derek try and kill me again?" "What?" She looked as if I had kicked her in the stomach. "You heard me, are you going to kill me?" "No, no, never. I love you. I could never hurt you. You are my life." "They say it looks like someone messed with the steering and stuff. Was It Derek? With your help?" "Noooooo! I could never do that, I would rather kill myself. No, never. I love you." "I didn't tell them anything, so keep your mouth shut. I have to trust you with my life. Get my Colt Commander pistol and sneak it in here to me. It has a full clip in it. I shouldn't need more than that." "I'll do it." "I love you Beverly, I have to trust you, please don't let me down. Will you tell me? Did you break your marriage vow?" "I came very close, but couldn't do it. I just couldn't get your face out of my eyes. You stopped me cold. I think he must have slipped something in my drink at the party. It seems to be wearing off. I love only you my husband." "You look much better girl, go get some more rest. I'll try and stay awake until you get back with the gun." She was back and slipped the gun under the covers and kissed me and left. Sometime in the morning I felt someone in the room with me. I saw a dark shape. "Come to finish the job?" I asked. "Yeah! I guess you could say that. You are one tough guy. I guess I'll have to try a little injection in your IV to do the job, it should be untraceable." "Why, Derek, why?" "Beverly, I just have to have her. I just have to possess her. Sorry about that. I drugged her but she loved you too much. I couldn't overcome the love between you. With you out of the way I'll have her sooner or later." I felt the cold steel of the .45 in my hand. I saw him remove a hypodermic syringe from his pocket and take the plastic cover from the needle. He reached for the IV bag. "I think you should change your mind, you will never have her. Leave while you have the chance." He laughed and said, "Goodbye Asshole, Sleep tight." The flash from the .45 blinded me but I knew I hadn't missed. I heard his body hit the floor. Another black man rushed in with a gun in his hand and I put him down too. I heard people yelling, bells ringing and people ran into the room. Cops were there and took my gun. With all the cops there I figured I wouldn't need it anyway. It was over. Chapter 4 Ending number 3 This is a continuation of the story entitled "The End of the World." It is strongly recommended that "The End of the World, Chapter 1." be read first. There are several endings to this story. We stopped on the way home and picked up our girls. They were happy to see us. Amy the six year old said Dawn, the four year old had been a bad girl at Aunt Nancy's house. Beverly asked her what she had done. She said, "Aunt Nancy told us to go to bed and I said , 'NO!'" I looked back at her, "Why did you do that?" "'Cause I wanted to see the end of the show we were watching." "Did you explain that to Aunt Nancy?" "Yes, she said I could watch then go to bed." "I see. Dawn do you think it is right to tell on your little sister about something like that?" "Not really, I am supposed to tell if it is something real bad or something that will hurt her." "That is right young lady, I think that if Aunt Nancy thought it was something bad she would take care of it. She said you were both perfect little ladies and she wanted you to stay with here anytime you wanted to. Momma and I are very proud of both of you guys. We love you both very much." They giggled, "How much?" I put the window down and spread my arms as wide as they would go, the left one out the window and the right one bumping Bev in the nose." The girls went into hysterics and screamed for me to steer the car. Beverly looked at me and said, "I love you, big guy. Never forget it. No matter how things look I will always love you." "I love you too! I will try to remember what you just said, sometimes lately it had been a little difficult to believe." "I know, Dear, but it is true. It really is." We had a delightful evening with the kids and made passionate love after we went to bed. I got a call at work the next day from Derek! I was surprised to sat the least. He suggested we meet to discus the situation with Beverly. I told him that my relationship with my wife was none of his concern. "Oh! But it does concern me. Your wife and I are hopelessly attracted to each other. We need to find some sort of solution to the problem, don't you agree?" "The solution is for you to stay away from her." "Ah! But I can no more do that that you can. So there is a problem. If we get together we can possibly resolve the situation amicably." He said if I was interested to meet him at his office and he gave me the address. I met him at his office. It was in a very nice large building. Indoor parking. I found his office and a lovely black girl showed me into his office. He showed me a chair. "Mister Mc Coy I want you to know that I am a happily married man. That said I must also say I am strongly attracted to your wife. I will admit that my original intention was to recruit her as a whore for my business. The more I saw her the more I knew that I wanted her only for myself. I propose sharing her with you. I want her one evening or afternoon a week. Your won't even miss her. I will pay you extremely well for her occasional use. I believe this would keep all of us happy. She wants me as a lover, you keep her as a wife, an you get an additional income. Please think it over." I stood and turned to leave. "Wait Mr. Mc Coy, I think you should watch something before you decide." He pushed a button on his desk. Four huge black men entered. He smiled, "Please don't be alarmed, these men are to insure you do not hurt your self if you become unreasonable." He held another button on his desk down and said, "Bring her in now please." The door opened and Beverly entered. She wore a halter dress and heels. She looked lovely and serene. Derek walked to her and put his arms around her and kissed her deeply. His hands untied the bow of the halter and her dress slid to the floor. I saw his black hands slip inside her filmy sheer panties and caress her ass. He bent and sucked on an erect nipple. He stepped back and looked at her, "You are really hot today girl, really hot. Say hello to our guests, you know one of them." Her head turned and she saw me for the first time. Her hands flew to her face as she stared. "Oh! Noooooo!" She started sobbing. He grinned at me, "See what you are up against, I think I made you a good offer." I took a step forward. The big men pressed me back. It was too much, I lost it. I put two out with finger flicks to the eyes, the other two I put down with shots to the solar plexus. One tried to rise and I broke his jaw with a kick. I was on Derek in a flash. I broke his collar bone as a starter . He screamed and another man jumped in the room. He stopped short and looked at me. "Commander Mc Coy?" "Yes, do you want part of this?" "No, sir, I am out of it." Derek screamed, "You are supposed to be my body guard, kill the son of a bitch." "No way, this man will just kill me too. I can't take him." I reached down and picked up Derek with one hand and drew back my hand to drive his nasal bone into his brain and kill him. Beverly said, "No, John, don't hurt him any more. Please control your self, Please." I stared at her. I felt my face scrunch up and tears ran down my cheeks. I dropped him. I stepped toward her my arm still drawn back. She looked calmly at me. "Thank you Dear, Thank you." I trembled like a leaf. I looked down at him. He looked at me in fear. I looked back at her. I sighed, "Derek, you win, you are a god damned lucky man. She is yours." I ran out the door. Several hours later I stopped at my sister's house and left a cab waiting. She stared at my uniform. "What! Why are you in uniform?" "I am on my way to Iraq, There was an opening for me in a Seal team there. They have had bad luck and lost three C.O.s in the last two months. I just stopped to say goodbye to the girls." "How can you do this to them. How can you do this to Beverly?" "It is hard, I think it is the last time I will ever see them. Beverly will be pleased, it solves her problem." "What the hell do you mean. What problem?" "She found another guy. I am in her way. I love you Nancy, you have been a sweetheart. Get the girls please I only have a minute. The girls ran out and gave me hugs and kisses and I told them I was going away for awhile and they started crying. Nancy threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. "I don't believe it bout Bev, God knows, she worships the ground you walk on." "Not anymore. You would believe it if you had see him undress her while I watched! Please help her with the girls. This is killing me but it is the best thing. I can't stay here. Bye!." I ran for the cab and waved as it drove off. Six months later I sat in my room at Bethesda Naval Hospital in Washington D.C.. An orderly knocked at my door, "You have visitors, Sir. Are you ready to see them?" "No, I want no visitors. Send them away." Two little forms pushed past him and ran to me yelling "Daddy! Daddy!" and climbed in my lap. I hugged them so tight I was afraid I would hurt them. I couldn't see for the tears in my eyes. God they felt good in my arms. I just held them and cried telling them I love them more than ever. I looked up and saw Aunt Nancy smiling at me. "John, how are you doing. The girls just had to see you. They didn't understand why you didn't answer their letters." "Nancy all the mail I have received since I left is over on my dresser. I have never opened any of them. I knew I couldn't bear to read them. There could be nothing in them that wouldn't hurt so much as to be unbearable. Please try to explain that to them." "We got the letter you wrote from the bunker in Iraq. It is now a national treasure. It has been on TV and has been printed in every paper and magazine in the world. It was so beautiful." "It wasn't supposed to be sent if I lived. Shit, I wouldn't have written it if I knew it would get out." I looked at her, "I have to ask, How is Bev?" "She is OK. You were wrong about her. I think you should read this Newspaper article. Here." She handed me an envelope. I pulled out some newsprint. There were several articles about three men who had been arrested for killing a black pimp. He had recruited their wives into prostitution by using hypnotic drugs to put them under his control. Then they were either blackmailed or coerced by other means into a life of prostitution. The were all well educated, beautiful upper class women. He made from $4000 to $8,000 dollars a hour from them. It seemed that a few days after all his body guards had been hurt in a fight, the husbands jumped him in his office and beat him to death with baseball bats. The wives were all going to recover after therapy and rest. The names would never be released to spare the victims." I looked at Nancy, "Poor Bev. She just couldn't find the right guy." "Sure she did. That bastard never got her to have sex with him. She would get right down to it then couldn't do it, she loved you too much." "Well, like I said in about a dozen letters I have written but never mailed, It was all my fault. I was not enough of a man for her. Now I am really of no use to her. I am only half a man now. I might not ever walk or love anyone again. These girls deserve a better father than I can ever be. Why did you come all the way up here?" "To see you of course. We were invited by the President of the United States of America so the girls can see the most decorated hero of modern times get the Congressional Medal of Honor. Their father." "I asked the Navy not to do this!" "I think the Navy was overruled." "John, I have to ask you one thing. Do you still love Beverly?" I tried to say, no. It just wouldn't come out. I sobbed, "There has never been a day I don't cry over her. Hell yes, I will always love her. Has she found a new guy?" "John, dear boy, she will never have another man, not ever. She loves you. Her love for you was so strong that drugs and hypnotism couldn't overcome it." "I can still see her standing with her arms around his neck while he rubbed her ass as he pulled her panties down. I still see her freshly shaven pussy, she would never shave for me. I don't know, I can still hear her beg me not to kill the bastard. I can't get those things out of my mind." "John, she was afraid you would go to jail for killing him. She said he wasn't worth it." "I just don't know if it could work. I am a cripple. She needs a man." "John, listen to me, she has cried herself to sleep every damned night since you left. She loves only you. Your girls love you. At least see her and give it a try. How about it?" "Where is she?" "Down in the lobby." "God, so close, I can't let her see me like this. What can I do?" "Quit sniveling and be a man for her. Oh! John, I'm sorry, you are a hero to everyone. Especially to your wife who still worships you. Just do it for your kids who don't understand why you would go off and almost get your self killed rather than be with them. It is hard to explain why you don't want them now. Will you tell them? Can you tell them?" "Nancy, get your sister up here." Chapter 5 Ending number 4 This is a continuation of the story entitled "The End of the World'. It is strongly recommended that "The End of the World, Chapter 1." be read first. There are several endings to this story. I grinned at Bev as we entered the house, "Let's call Aunt Nancy and see if we can pick up the kids in an hour or so. I need you real bad?" "Sounds real good, John, I am hot for you too!" She called her sister and then found me laying nude on our big bed. She stood looking down at me as she removed her clothes. She climbed on the bed and stood over me looking down at my hard cock. She smiled and said, "not yet, me first." She walked over me stepping on each side of me. When she was over my head she squatted down so her wet little twat pressed on my face. I spread the labia with my thumbs and pushed my tongue between the sweet pink lips and caught the drops of juice I found there. She moaned softly and pressed down harder. I lifted her a little with my hands to get my breath and while I had her in position I tongue flipped her clit. She loved that and moaned louder. I eased her back down and delved as deep as I could into her hot wet pussy. I licked the little wrinkles and folds with my tongue. I loved it so much. I prayed I was pleasing her. She pulled up and slid down over my chest and belly to my penis. Her little hand found him and guided him in her slit. OH! God it felt so very damned good. She moved slowly down over him. Inch by inch until she hit bottom. Then she started to move. Man! How she moved, lifting until her nether lips barely slipped off the head of my slippery cock. Then she plunged down until she slammed into my pelvis. She was really vocal now, moaning and screaming. I heard her say she was cumming, I was on the edge myself and started thrusting up to meet her. I felt the pressure and pleasure build until it climaxed in spurt after spurt of semen shooting up in her pussy making it even slipperier than it had been. She fell forward on top of me and I held her there. She tried to roll off of me but I held her in place. I whispered, "I love to feel your weight on me, and my cock in your pussy even if he is soft now. I missed you so much." She said, "I know, Darling, I missed you too. We need to talk so that this doesn't happen again." "Let's shower together and sit down and see if we can work this problem out." We got up and went to the shower. She got a bath puff and squirted body wash on it and started scrubbing me down. Boy, I loved it when she did that. My cock was stiff as a board in a few minutes. She giggled and winked up at me as she rinsed him off and took him in her mouth. Wow! Could that little girl work on a cock. She could only get less than half of it in her mouth but she knew how to make if feel like she had it all the way down. Her hands followed so closely behind her lips and with exactly the same pressure it all felt like mouth. She was the only woman I had ever had so I had no one to compare her with, but I didn't believe there was any way it could be done with more love or so that it felt any better. I knew she would change her stroke in a moment and she did. She kept her hands going even higher up the shaft as she tightened her lips around him and slipped all the way off of him with a slurping pop. She forced him between her lips while her tongue swabbed him. I was starting to stiffen and I tried to tell her I was about to come. I think she knew anyway because her movements became faster and her mouth started a real suction. I went over the top and pulsed a load into that loving mouth. When I knew what was going on again I looked down and she was holding my hands waiting for me to lift her up. When she was erect she smiled and showed me her mouth full of my sperm. I kissed her and she shared it with me. Later we sat in the kitchen and talked. One thing we both agreed on was that we knew each of us loved the other. We both agreed that nothing could happen that would change that. Nothing was worth that. Beverly admitted that she had a very strong physical attraction to Derek. I said, "Honey, that is evident, what can we do about it? I have given this a lot of thought, I don't want to loose you. I also want you to be happy. I am trying to work on my jealousy. I have a problem with that, I realize that. I think I have to weigh your pleasure against my jealous pain and anger. How much am I willing to bear to see you happy?" Beverly burst into tears, she sobbed for a few moments, then she looked at me, "I don't want you to hurt for one second to make me happy. If I know you are hurting I can never be happy." "Honey, maybe if we think this out we can find a way both of will be happy." "Oh! John, my dearest love, I AM happy. I can't even bear to think of life with out you as my friend, lover and sweetheart and the rock I lean on for my every need and comfort. A few minutes of any kind of pleasure are worth nothing if you don't share them with me." "Maybe sharing is the answer. Maybe if we did something like that together somehow it would be OK. But I just don't do guys, I don't believe I could." She giggled like a school girl. "You don't like big black cocks?" I looked at her for a long time and she became quiet and serious. "For you, maybe I could try." I said. "You really mean that don't you?" "Yeah! I guess I do. I love you that much." "I could never ask or let you do that, never" "Well, I am trying!" "Yes dear man you sure are, I don't deserve this. Hey! What if we partied together, I mean what if he brought his wife and we partied together. No being alone with the other lover. I don't even know if he is married and if his wife would go along with it or if you would even be attracted to her. Dumb idea!" "No it has possibilities. I need to think about if I could handle that or not. I just don't know. It would depend on all those things. Whether any all of those things are possible, Perhaps if they don't work with Derek we could try it with a couple we like." "Why don't you call Derek and just ask him. Ask him to bring his wife and meet us for dinner somewhere and see if we hit it off? Tell him what you are thinking. You never know." The End of The World (Authoress's note: of course all disclaimers are still in place regarding characters etc. To those who have given me constructive criticisms as well as those with praise thanks. If you don't like the story that's understandable but please be kind in your critique. Lauren Westley. Prologue: I'm lying out in the warm late spring sun wearing a Victoria Secret beachy neon yellow lace bikini with lavender ties. I've been tanning for the past two weeks and the part of me you can see is Bahamian brown while underneath I'm so pale I'd call the color albino white. The clear turquoise water of the Gulf of Mexico dazzles my vision and the crystal white beach is incredible. But I'm getting ahead of myself. It's taken me six months to start this diary and I don't know whom I'm writing it for. January 12th was a bitter cold day in Atlanta when the world I had known for twenty years changed. Back then I weighed about 164 pounds and was 5'6". A college freshman I had eaten too much cafeteria and crap fast foods. I drank a lot of beer and enjoyed the added weight since it made me appear a bit manlier. That particular day was nearly the end of my Winter break. I woke up to see the panes on my window iced up and got out of bed to a toasty warm room. Donning my bathrobe I traipsed down to the kitchen to see what Mom had for breakfast. Our house was a beautiful Tudor in Buckhead. From the large picture window in the kitchen I looked out over our beautiful backyard. The pool deck was covered in snow, the pool water an icy blue and the trees drooping white satin snowflakes. Outdoors was a winter wonderland. Little did I suspect this backdrop was ominous? "MOM," I called out. No answer. I grew up without a dad but I had three older sisters who finished college and had moved away. The closest one lived in Destin as a condo sales agent. All through my childhood I was surrounded by a feminine world. My sisters treated me as a younger sister when I was home. I was six years younger then the sibling closest in age to me. So as a child they would play dress up with me which I thought was simply a game. Ellie, my middle sister would have me wear a new dress she'd have bought so she could pin the hem when I was fifteen years old. She'd coax me into it and say, "no one can see you and I really need your help." I was her model. At that time I was 122 pounds. But over the past couple of years I bulked up since at 122 I looked more like a girl then a guy. My face was had feminine features and this led to being called all sorts of names in high school and some terrible times in the boy's bathroom. Yes, head flushing, teasing and I even the occasional penis envy from seeing how small I was compared to the other boys. The more I went around the house calling "MOM" with no response, the more I wondered where she could be. I decided she must have gone down to the supermarket to get something. I turned on the TV and was watching a cartoon show when something weird happened. Smartphone in hand I text my best friend Paul. No reply. Then I went to update my Twitter and noticed not one person I followed had updated since 11:41pm the evening before. Now that is quite odd, I thought. Updates are almost always happening but my mind didn't focus for long on the oddity but instead I turned back to the TV and watched an episode of South Park. A couple of hours went by before I really started to get nervous. I had called my Mom's cell several times but it went to voicemail. None of my friends answered. And wondering what was happening I tuned in to CNN. The picture was of an empty anchor desk. Nothing. I tried other live stations and the same thing. What's amazing is the need for people one has when you can't find any. I showered, shaved and decided to drive down to the Mall. I have a blue Subaru all-wheel drive so the snow didn't bother me as I backed out onto white covered street. But over the next couple of blocks out of the neighborhood I passed empty cars. It was even stranger as I made a left turn onto Peachtree Rd. The whole drive to Lenox Mall made me more nervous since no other cars were moving and there were several cars crashed into others on the side of the road. The mall was open but empty. Not a soul. All the shops were locked up tight from the night before. No one had come to work. Over the next days I came to realize not only was everyone missing from Atlanta but from everywhere? Using the Internet I tried contacting every emergency organization I could think of. The police. The FBI. I even googled outside the US. No one answered. Of course I had tried calling all my siblings days before. As the days turned into weeks I would go out and take things from stores. I broke windows to get in. In the supermarket perishables began to wither but the electricity stayed on so there were plenty of frozen foods and the shelves packed with boxes and cans. When my car ran out of gas I simply filled up at gas stations pressing the "pay inside," and then going inside and pushing the button corresponding to my station. Weeks turned into months and by late March most of the electricity had failed. I had left my home and found a monstrous house on West Paces which I had seen at night still had its lights on. Turned out they had a generator. Also the Internet and television were no longer working and although I had kept my phone charged there were no calls. Many changes started to occur in April. Since there was no one watching over me I decided to allow myself to let the inner me out into this desolate world. Since as far back as I can remember I fantasized about being a girl. I'd steal panties from my sisters (I think Susan suspected me) and sometimes would wear their clothes when I was home alone. This happened a bit more often when they had all left home but much of their high school clothes still remained in drawers in their room. All four of us were within an inch height and weight of each other. Only Sarah looked different with her golden hair and green eyes. Mom had been married before she met my Dad and had had Sarah. The rest of us had the same dull brown hair and striking blue eyes against perfect skin. During the winter we were as white as snow but in the sun we all tanned fantastic except Sarah who had freckles and would turn red. My other two sisters would tease her when we went to the beach. But Sarah was no slouch. She got even many times with the other two including taking boyfriends away. During high school, especially after having been bullied so much, I had gone as far as having learned not only about estrogen levels but also about reducing testosterone levels and what pre-ops would take to make them more feminine. I hadn't tried anything but instead had done just the opposite by adding 42 pounds to my weight. By the end of March I had lost all 42 pounds of blubber and was back to my pre-college weight of 122 when a thought germinated in me. Finding what I needed to carry out this plan of mine was quite easy. Hey, if there wasn't anybody left in the world I could be the girl I wanted to be and who cared about the risk of taking drugs or for that matter, who would see me? What would you do if you were the last person on earth? Visiting pharmacies I gathered the anti-androgen compounds I had previously studied thinking it would work for me. And before the power had gone out I had created the regimen I would take although it took me a month to build up the courage. I thought about if someone else came along but the silence was overbearing and I gave up hope. That's not to say everything on earth was dead. I did see some small birds and I had noticed the cockroach lived. But I hadn't seen any mammals. My studies on what I would need led me to create a cocktail of Estradiol, Finasteride, Spironolactone and Progestin. The Estradiol I took using a patch. Once I had made a commitment to being a girl I decided I wanted to be pretty. Canvassing beauty salons I began my transformation. My hair was longer by now and coloring it blond wasn't a big deal. Learning how to style it was. Since I couldn't cut it I had to do the best I could and since my hair was naturally straight it ended up like a shortened version of Hillary Duff. The highlights looked the same, my face similar but my eyes were prettier. I never had much hair on my body anyhow but I still found I need to shave parts of my body such as armpits, legs, and a little hair on my chest. The hair on my arms was blond and I had seen plenty of girls with similar hair so I skipped it at first. Although shaving was good I wanted more. I found a kit "Kalo Hair Growth Inhibitors" that did work wonders but unfortunately I still had to shave my stubble on my face. Even once the hormones had kicked in and softened the hair I had elsewhere I could not surmount the facial hair problem. I eventually gave up with trying to do anything but shave my face every morning and every afternoon. Learning the art of makeup took less then a week. Fortunately before the Internet died I had gone to a site http://howtoapplymakeup.net and printed out the information. I had also been fiddling around with it during the month before I took the plunge at the deeper end of the feminine pool. I learned the basics and the order I need to use to apply it. Eye shadow primer, eye shadow, liner, mascara, brows, concealer, foundation, powder, blush, bronzer, lip liner, lipstick, lip-gloss. Through many mistakes, badly drawn eyeliner, terrible lipstick smears etc I got it down darn good for my face. Hey, I had all the time in the world. No TV, No Internet but books had made an amazing comeback. Everyone' was reading them, me being everyone and I learned a lot about being a girl by reading them. Next I threw myself into finding clothes for my new awakening. I still hadn't dressed up and gone out even after a couple of weeks of taking the concoction. Fortunately I didn't get sick except for some headaches on the fourth and fifth day. They worried me but I was on a mission. I was going to spend my life as a beautiful woman on earth. I would be young and pretty now but I would age with beauty too using a few magic tricks of cosmetology. One store I frequented early on was Sephora. They seemed to have everything I could want. Though over the few weeks since I started wearing makeup I found I was taking things from almost any store that carried cosmetics. As for my nails I decided right from the start no false nails. I learned how to do my toenails and fingernails but I must give the girls kudos who do their own nails especially toenails. I can't tell you how much time I spent learning how to sit, lean, move so as to get them looking perfect. And finding those foam things for between your toes were a godsend for letting them dry. Hey, I didn't need to go to work. There was no TV to watch and watching DVD movies on a battery operated device, while fun, still gave me plenty of time to fiddle with myself. Even though I didn't have anyone to see or hear me I decided to learn to do the walk and I did the talk by using a battery powered DVD player with a feminization vocal coach helping me learn to accentuate the best female voice I could. During my wanderings around Atlanta I had found a three set volume of "Fundamentals of your Feminine Voice." But I was so busy I had put these aside in the beginning and didn't start my vocal learning sessions until nearly May. Clothing was completely fun. I found I wanted to wear real sexy stuff and considered which places I had passed in the Mall where they sold the kind of clothes I wanted to wear. Obviously I broke into Victoria Secret. You already know that but another store I found simply wonderful was a store called Bebe. I picked up several outfits there including eveningwear. I found one very elegant restaurant where they still had a working generator automatically running that I loved. Actually there were several places that had gas-powered generators but I'm sure you're aware the food in the coolers had gone bad already. A few things lasted longer. My refrigerator was stocked with those items; long dated Greek yogurt, Butter, Eggs (I wondered how long eggs lasted and I finally did find out when I cracked one open and it smelled bad. Anyhow, back to Bebe and my candle-lit restaurant. There were nights I would go there wearing a Ricki strapless dress. Hey the $159 dress was on sale everyday. Everyday was FREE day. Can you imagine? I bought a dozen in my size. I would sit at the table having fixed myself something like a can of tuna with mayo or a soup (from a can) I warmed on the gas stove (thank goodness for gas) pretending I was talking to someone. Funny part is I didn't think of a man as a MAN. You know the whole sexual thing but just as a date. I got some workout clothes from a store called Lululemon. I was having a blast. But of course there were the times I missed people. And although I found being the girl I wanted to be liberating I also wanted to have someone to talk to and at times made me a bit depressed. It was because of loneliness I decided to leave Atlanta. I packed up clothes for a trip to the Destin. Destin if you don't know it is a beach town on the gulf coast. Although I knew my idea was foolish I had over the past weeks thought about my sister living there and wondered if perhaps she was alive. Maybe my living was a genetic trait we shared. When you are all alone for over three months lots of wild thoughts begin to fill your head. Believe me my mind was swirling as I left Atlanta in a brand new SLS Mercedes Gull Wing I picked up from the dealership. The sticker price was $229,400 with all the extras. It was simply beautiful. Lush lipstick red outside and black velvet leather interior with carbon fiber everywhere. WOW! And I matched the whole car. I didn't even consider what my sister would think if I showed up and she was there. I had so gotten into my girly role I had almost forgotten I had a penis except when I peed. I would sit on the toilet like a girl with my 'clitty' between my legs and pee. I was still lovin' Bebe so I was wearing a 'Sweetheart Poplin Dress', clip on earrings (no way I was going to try to puncher my ears, cute little necklace from Tiffany (now that glass was hard to break) and a pair of sandals from Jimmy Choo called Vamp. My lips and nails were Capri red. The perfume was some Chanel thing called 'Chance.' I liked the name. It was so the new me. Shoes! Shoes! Shoes! I hadn't told you about all the shoes I bought (I like saying bought. You know FREE day. It's much nicer then thinking I just took them) because I never stopped finding a pair I liked. Every dress, skirt, shorts demanded a different pair of heels, wedges, sandals, flip-flops and everything in between. I was careful about my speed on the highway because of all the wrecked cars in town but I found it easy going since the cars had careened off the road. My Capri Mercedes gurgled power and my gas tank was full. I knew I probably wouldn't be able to get gas at a fuel station since they probably didn't have a generator working. But I could always get another car. But this Mercedes was so 'ME.' Also I had decided to spend the time listening to those CD's on feminizing my voice. This helped make the trip much easier. The drive down took nearly nine hours. Normally it's about five and half-hours but there were some obstacles. Plants were blooming and I thought I saw a small animal run across the road but I was tired and it may have been a mirage. When I arrived in Destin I drove to my sister's house but of course she wasn't there. I walked around her modest home a bit misty-eyed and nearly decided to stay there when my mind sparked the reminder I could stay anywhere I wanted. I found this incredible mansion on the beach. I kidded myself that I had reserved the house for the summer and I checked in. So, I'm lying out in the warm late spring sun wearing a Victoria Secret beachy neon yellow lace bikini with lavender ties. I've been tanning for the past two weeks and the part of me you can see is Bahamian brown while underneath I'm so pale I'd call the color albino white. The clear turquoise water of the Gulf of Mexico dazzles my vision and the crystal white beach is incredible. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I've been here for over two weeks enjoying the sun. I've seen fish in the water but no matter how hard I've tried to catch them using a fishing pole I've been unsuccessful. I wonder about the life that's survived and why humans and other large mammals haven't? Why did I live? The sun is so nice in the late afternoon. I don't worry about skin cancer but I don't sun in the middle of the day either since it would burn me. However, without air-conditioning it's damn hot and I haven't had ice. The sun is going down in the west and I've positioned the umbrella so in a little while I'll be in the shade. My thoughts drift to going north when I fall asleep. Chapter 1 – The Rest of My Life Waking up I have a feeling I'm not alone. My eyes open but there isn't anyone on the beach. Then I sense something behind me; something bigger then a cockroach. Slowly I turn my head and look up. It's a man. "Hey beautiful," Those are the first sounds of another human being in six months. I'm startled. He's tall and muscular but I can't make out much because he is standing with the sun behind. He does seem to have a beard, I think. His voice is deep and resonates. "Cat got your tongue sweetie," he says in a pleasant voice and continues, "I'm as surprised as you are I haven't seen another soul since January 12th." Thinking quickly I answer in the voice pattern I've learned these past few weeks, "Wow I didn't think I'd ever see anyone again. Hi!" I should have probably told him right away I was a guy but I was afraid to so I stayed in character. I didn't have much in the way of breasts but they had started to form and the top of the bikini gave a modest impression possibly. I'd seen girls who looked like me. Anyhow he didn't seem to notice so we started talking about things. I had never been the 'girl' with a man staring at me sensually but I knew he was. I found it so interesting the way he talked sitting on the edge of my beach lounger. A couple of times I caught him looking over my body but then he'd looked away. I was so self-conscious I was sure he could tell but realized he couldn't. First I wasn't very big and the way the towel was over me (I had pulled it over) I had covered over the possibility of no breasts. But I knew I'd have to tell him soon. No way I could hide this. Turns out his name was Eric and he was from Madison, Wisconsin. He'd driven on his motorcycle for the past three weeks and hadn't come across anyone. Eric said he'd have passed me by except for the beautiful Mercedes made him take a turn off the highway. My beach house was just off Hwy 91. Of course with the waves I hadn't heard his motorcycle but he said when he looked down the beach and saw my beach chair and my 'sexy legs.' Like he could tell from up there they were sexy? My brain sent my mouth a signal and I told him I was Pamela from Atlanta. "Well Pamela what brings you to Destin," Eric asked. Now I could see his beard and his lips. "Came down to see if my sister had survived." "I guess since you are here pretty woman some people have but they must be far and between." It was starting to get dark, Eric mentioned going back up to the house. What could I do? I got up and promised myself I'd tell him back at the house. But also I wasn't sure what his reaction would be. We walked back on the afternoon warm white sand to my beautiful beach casa. "Beautiful home you have Pam." I giggled a "Teehee, I have many homes." I couldn't believe I had giggled. It was fun talking with someone and I didn't want it to stop but I also figured as soon as he learned I had a penis he'd scoot away on his motorcycle. Inside I had gone and gotten a lime green sheer cover-up and returned to find him at the bar. The End of The World "What'll you have Pam," Eric asked with the bar full of bottles behind him. "A Mojito," I replied jokingly since we didn't have ice, limes, mint or whatever else went in them. "Rum and Coke. No ice please," I added after another giggle. I was acting so girly. The voice training seemed to have worked. Outside of a lower pitch I had found my feminine voice. As a man I was between a tenor and alto so I guess all the lessons from those CD's had taught me articulation, phrasing, pacing, fluency and many other attributes of a woman's voice. Eric was handsome. He was over six feet tall; muscular with sandy hair, nice beard, big hands and a tattoo on his arm some of which was hidden by the white t-shirt he wore but I saw some talons. We talked and talked about everything. I looked at him with feelings I wasn't sure about and we got drunk. Very drunk. I was sitting on the sofa and he was on a chair. Eric then got up and sat down beside me talking. You'd think I would have been a bit more perceptive but the alcohol had numbed my senses. Then he put his hand on my knee. Actually his hand surrounded my knee. "Eric," I slurred, "there's something you need to know." The bulge in Eric's pants was quite noticeable even though he was wearing a pair of jeans. "i...I....I," I stammered. Words weren't coming to me but his hand was moving up onto my thigh. I moved my hand onto his hand to stop him but at the same time he grasped my hand and started to lean closer. "Eric?" "Yes Pam?" I looked in right in the eye and blurted out, "I have a secret." "Yeah I figured." "Figured what?" "You're a pretend girl." Suddenly a hot flash of embarrassment flowed over my cheeks and all I could say was, "I'm sorry." "There's nothing to be sorry about Pam. You are who you are." We talked a bit more about other things and headed off to bed. I went to my room and got ready for nightie-night. Cleaned my makeup off and climbed under the sheet. A cool evening wind blew threw the screened window while I sobbed alone in bed. The hormones were doing their bit. I cried more often lately but this cry was unique. I wanted to be a girl for Eric but I also knew I wasn't. I drifted off into dreams. Chapter 2 – Times They Are A Changin' I'm not sure what time it was but I awakened while it was still dark with the warmth of someone cuddled up next to me. That someone was Eric of course. "Listen Pam," Eric whispered in my ear, "I know neither of us are gay but the reality is we are the only two people and I can make this work if you can. Do you want to be my girl?" I rolled over and looked at the shadow of Eric looking at me. He pulled me closer. I didn't resist. He put his arms around me and then he kissed me. His beard tickled at first but it felt good to be in someone's arms. Nothing mattered at this point. Good and Bad were known quantities and there was no one to judge this as being wrong. He kissed me a bit harder with his hands gliding over my body. "You are so soft Pam." That's when I realized he was naked. His penis touched me and his hands glided over my ass as his tongue entered my mouth. The feeling of being wanted, appreciated, pretty surrounded all my senses of right and wrong corralling them and closing the gate on the pseudo-morality of the world which no longer existed. No words were spoken but I knew I was both nervous and excited. I also knew it would be wrong to leave Eric with a boner but I didn't think I should touch him with my hands and I certainly didn't want to be fucked. Never. Well, not yet. So I did what any girl would do. I slithered down to his erection and hesitantly licked his cock. Precum was already oozing from his manhood and I surprised myself by licking it off. It didn't taste naughty. Nothing we were doing seemed naughty. I took him into my mouth as his hands surrounded my head and I made love to his cock with my tongue, my mouth, my body and my soul. His erection was magnificent as I rubbed his shaft back and forth through my lips feeling his warmth, his strength and his urge for satisfaction. It didn't take long before his load was spurting into my mouth coating everything including my tonsils. Eric's strong hands held my head and I knew what he wanted: to leave his seed inside me. So I swallowed all his sperm down into the inner part of my body. I swallowed and then licked my tongue around my teeth. It didn't seem wrong it seemed ok. And as quickly as it had started it was over and his spent body relaxed. I stayed a bit and licked him clean and returned to my spot on my pillow. He fell asleep, as we lay spooned. Eric's hairy body rubbed against my smoothness. I lay awake for a bit with the taste of him in my mouth and his seed deep in my tummy. As much as I had thought of being a girl I had not thought of the sexual part much more then in passing. Now I had taken another step and there was no turning back. I fdrifted back into my dreams but those dreams were different now. Chapter 3 – The Morning After I woke up before Eric and crawled ever so silently out of bed. Looking at him peacefully sleeping I felt good. His sandy hair unkempt and his near perfect body was a turn on. I hoped he wouldn't run away when he awakened as I tiptoed to the bathroom. Standing in front of the full-length mirror in just my panties I lexamined my body. Although my breasts were very small the areola had started to form. If you hadn't known I had a penis you would have thought of me as an undeveloped teenage girl. Turning the shower on I removed my panties and saw my last vestige of manliness, a small penis and scrotum. Part of me wished it away and another part of me wished me to be a man. Confused I went into the shower with the warm water rolling over my nakedness. Whoever had owned this house must have been a woman. There were so many features a woman would desire. The shower had a full-length fogless mirror and also a place I could place my foot so I could shave my legs. There was also a handshower with a long enough hose to rinse my hair or anything else I needed to reach. Of course all the shampoos, conditioners, lotions, razors etc. were of my own choosing. And I had chosen very feminine products. The pink Venus Vibrance razor was in. As I said before I had to shave my face everyday, twice a day and with Eric around I would be extremely careful about that. My vanity was a small room attached to the bathroom and connected to both my closet and the hallway. I told you this is a beach mansion. The house is massive with media room, small flower garden, small pool, and limestone floors on the main level and several bedrooms. I looked at the clock on my vanity. It was 7:30am nearly an hour later I was dressed in a spaghetti strap printed Lillie Sundress with fabulous sexy magenta canvas wedges. I wasn't happy with my red nail polish but I really didn't have time to be fussy this morning decide to use a different lipstick, it was called Popsicle which made me laugh as well as go with the whole look. I clipped on some nice white cloisonné earrings and a pretty beaded bracelet and I was off to the kitchen to make Eric and me breakfast. A girl with a man I thought as I pulled out a new 10 pack of Kellogg's variety cereals and made some powdered skim milk using my Brita filter while the whole Viking kitchen beckoned for bacon and eggs but only boiled water on the stovetop for coffee. I had powdered creamer and sugar on the table. Amazing how many things were packaged and lasted. Next time you're in the supermarket look around and ask, "What would I take if there was no refrigeration?" I nearly dropped the milk when Eric walked in. He was naked. His penis dangling down and his magnificent body oozed sensuality. The tattoo on his arm was definitely from when he was in the marines. "Hey Pam, morning. Come over here," he said or did he command. I walked over a bit sheepishly. "Good Morning Eric." Eric put his arm around my waist and pulled me a bit closer. I could tell he was getting a bit aroused. Perhaps the perfume or was it me? "Pam, that was a great blowjob last night but we need some ground rules if we are going to hang together. First you must always be a girl. I don't want to see any boy parts." Did that mean he wasn't going to touch me there? Also I was thinking about this 'hanging together' thing. I hadn't contemplated another person in my life and certainly not a man. "Also Pam have you ever been fucked before?" It was such a blunt sexual question but my answer must have come from somewhere out of my body as I answered meekly, "No." "Well Pam I will want to fuck you at some point I'm sure. If you don't have any butt plugs I'll go get some later so your anus can learn the rigors of the road." He sure talked funny, I thought. "So if that's all good with you get me some coffee girl," he said in this friendly joking manner slapping me on my behind as I walked away. My thoughts didn't take long since I knew if I didn't enjoy it I could always ask him to leave or I could leave. Anyone could get lost in a world of only two people. And so I got him coffee. Chapter 4 – A Couple in Paradise The days turned to weeks and I was a pretty happy girl. Eric knew a lot more then I did about many things. One day he went out and came back with a truck. On it was a refrigerator and a couple of dozen propane tanks. Turns out some of them run on propane. What a girl didn't know a man did. We had refrigeration, which meant we had ice. Eric was also quite the fisherman and our diet changed to fresh protein. He also scoured the land and found tomatoes growing as well as corn and other fresh fruits and vegetables. Life was good. I started walking around with a butt plug in me. Made me swish and sway even more. Eric liked that. But as exciting as that was something else was more exciting. One day Eric drove a large tanker truck to the house. He'd been fiddling with the generator and had managed to switch it over to run on diesel. With a roar the house came to life. We had electricity, which meant we had air-conditioning, refrigeration and could watch DVD's. Life was good. And it was on this occasion after toasting open a chilled bottle of champagne my sexual revolution turned to a new setting. I had been giving Eric regular blowjobs. He was pretty virile. I'd swallow two to three loads a day. The blowjobs were when he wanted one and I had gotten into the habit of jerking myself off when I was either alone in the house or in the bathroom. I would think about sex with Eric, his confidence, swallowing his sperm and knowing eventually he was going to fuck me. Often I'd wear something very sexy and tonight was no exception. I was wearing very sexy La Perla lingerie. Everything was black lace with pink ribbon accents. Also a garter belt, stockings and very high fuck me heels while we drank Champagne. Eric liked porno DVD's which we watched together. "Tonight," Eric stated with a big smile. I was ready. Or at least I thought I was. Eric had been pretty exact about what would happen and what he expected. He loved seeing me walk around with a butt plug and although I had one when he had asked before he had bought me several. The one I had in me was the largest yet. Did I tell you Eric was a good 8 inches of uncut meat? I was small and circumcised but he was uncut and big. He wanted me to learn how to deep throat and I tried but the gagging always made me end up stopping at about 5 inches. Eric didn't demand anything but he did expect me to keep trying. He encouraged me with, "good girl relax your throat." When we talked about him having sex with me he had said he would plant his seed deep inside me and expected me to hold it there. And tonight my apprehension also turns to erotic thoughts. I had become a girl on my own months ago without ever thinking of another step but Eric had changed that. And even though I wore a butt plug regularly I still thought of myself as a virgin. I went to the bathroom to remove the plug and also to add lubricant when I returned Eric was sitting naked on the leather couch. "Hey lap dance me girl," he said. This was something I had thought about but hadn't gotten to learn yet. I was going to go to a strip club and learn to pole dance. But I had been all girl for so long now I decided to give it a go. So with the TV playing porn (which I couldn't see since I was facing Eric) I began to sway and dance. I had my clit (I called it that since Eric had instructed me too) tucked best I could and hoped it was hidden. Eric really had made a point of me only being a girl. I was grinding as he touched his dick and I watched it start to harden to his 8" of manhood. Did I mention he is 6'2" with dark brown eyes? His sandy hair had grown out and I had cut it a few times but not very successfully. A forest of pubic hair surrounded his cock. My little patch he had never seen. It was his way of only thinking of me as a woman, his woman. Not too long after I had been lap dancing him he had me turn around. Now I was wearing thong panties and Eric's hands were all over my ass. He spanked me a few times. At first I was it made me jerk away but he liked doing it and I liked pleasing him. Also the heat in my ass felt pretty HOT. Sliding the thong (well it was really just a piece of 'ass floss' as he called it) to the side Eric grabbed my hips and started to lower me down. When his cock touched my crack I shivered inside. This was the big moment as his cockhead was at the entrance of my hole. And it felt completely different then the latex plugs. It was alive reminding me of the movie 'Avatar' when Jake Sully tethers to the horse. I was the mare; he was the stallion. Eric fucked me and although it hurt at first slowly the ride became easier. We fucked in every position. Me bent over the bed. Me riding his hardness as he lay on the bed. All the while my little clit wanting to be rubbed oozing pussy juice as he shot his load so deep in me it would never come out. Over the next week we rode to town together. Eric had a surprise for me. He took me to an electrolysis place and told me he knew how to use the machine and also was a tattoo artist. It took about a week of pain and redness on my face but I never had to shave my face again. He also tattooed a rose on my inner thigh. That hurt too but it was a mark of my belonging to him. Weeks of love making, pleasuring, swallowing his sperm as late summer turned to the beginning of September and I was a happy girl. We had been together nearly three months. He had always been kind. Oh, a spanking here or there but nothing unusual. Then one night while we were sitting watching a movie, the lights in the house ablaze, we heard the sounds of many motorcycles getting louder. (to be continued.)