88 comments/  189902 views/  12 favorites

Vickie

By: the Troubador



I have to open this with an apology to the outhor of the story this is based upon. I have searched my hard drive several times and cannot find the story, though I am sure I seved it. The first is one of my favorite peices. It has haunted me for years because it ended without "closing". So finally I rewrote the story, adding what would have been a postscript to he original. If and when the author reads this, I would appreciate his contacting me. And hope mightily that he forgives me for using his talent.

As always reader, let me know what you think of this. Remember: When you beat a dog he gives you a lick. When you pet a dog he gives you a lick. Whether you want to beat me or pat me, let me get my licks in.

Vickie was royally pissed! 

Her husband Carl was pissed, too. But he was pissed royally drunk on his ass upstairs, unconscious on the bed. Vickie was mad as a cat in the shower.

Dang blast it, and all the other blasts her granddad said that got her giggling; but she and Carl had agreed! They wanted a kid; they wanted it now and they wanted it their own flesh and blood. The son of a bitch she married wouldn't even go get his virility checked! 

"I'm fine, skookums," was all he said. And where the heck had he come up with skookums? It was more archaic than those things granddad used! Anyway, her husband just patted her on the head, literally, before explaining sometimes getting PG took longer than other times. 

Damn it to hell anyway, his cousin Gertrude claimed all she'd done was hold Bruce's hand and he'd knocked her up! 

Nine months later they had twins! `

Not that Vickie wanted twins particularly, but she wanted a baby!

After the fight this afternoon when Carl was already half way to getting sloshed, Vickie put down a few too. She had promised herself she was going to stop the weekend drinking; and she'd done it for the past couple months. But today was just too much.

She loved Carl; all long, lean, blonde, funny and masculine Carl. But she wanted a baby! Vickie yearned to get pregnant and big. She longed to toss her cookies in the morning, have backaches and need to piddle 24/7. Well, she wasn't looking forward to all that, but she wanted a baby. If that's what it took, so be it! She wanted it! And it was time, damn it to hell! She was thirty-two and healthy. She wasn't getting any younger, dammit!

Tiny, petite Vickie was lying on one of the redwood chaise lounges beside their backyard pool. She had tippled but was far from drunk. She and Carl had fallen into a bad habit over the six years they were married. They drank, and drank heavily on weekends. Vickie had recognized the problem they were giving themselves and she had been cutting down, a lot, but Carl didn't see a problem. 

The big doofus seemed unable to break the habit, just saying he could quit whenever he wanted. The drinking was worrying Vickie now, but she knew enough not to nag him. She had watched and listened to her mother for too many years not to understand that all the nagging did was drive the man away. Her mother had driven enough of them away, that was for sure. 

He was all right during the week, but Friday afternoon until Sunday afternoon he was "in his cups." Vickie couldn't point fingers though. She'd been doing the same until they agreed to make a baby. Then she cut down the drinking, usually only having a cooler or two on hot days. When she got pregnant she would be on the wagon, and happy for it.

Oh, how she wanted to be a mommy.

God knows they had tried! It was just casual the last two years. She'd gone off birth control. But it didn't work. Then a couple months ago they agreed they had practiced enough, it was time to get serious. 

Vickie had been to the "baby-making" doctor who told her everything looked fine. According to Dr. Lois she was a gun; loaded, aimed and cocked. All she needed was someone to pull the trigger and her womb would go off. Dr. Lois said sometimes things DID just take a little time, but Dr. Lois also wanted to check Carl and make sure HIS gun was cocked… so to speak. The good doctor wondered if his heavy drinking hadn't done something to his balls. Maybe soaking them in Jim Beam and Gilbey's Gin had pickled them or something.

And the son of a bitch wouldn't go!

Vickie had been lying there on the lounge in the hot sun for over an hour, fuming. It had been enough time for her to sip down two gin and tonics. They were more than she'd been drinking in an entire weekend lately! The gin bottle and tonic were both in the ice bucket sitting alongside the lounge, along with melted ice. Carl, the son of a bitch, had staggered off to their room half an hour ago. His usual routine, he'd sleep until dinnertime a couple hours from now. Then he'd get up, eat, then drink until bedtime.

God but she loved the son of a bitch! But he wouldn't get checked! And he didn't seem to be able to stop the weekend drinking. Hell! He'd never tried. 

What in HELL was she going to do? Without kids her life would be a barren desert. The most important thing to her was being a mother, raising a family! Carl had been adamant. He wanted no children that didn't come from his wife's womb. Adoption wasn't something he would even discuss. She was willing to try artificial insemination even though the odds of it being successful were very low. She was willing even if it risked her life. Women died in childbirth every day, it was something she risked giving birth. And if his sperm count was low the doctor suggested there were things they could do that would raise it. But Carl wouldn't think about any thing but natural childbirth for them.

She was coming to see only two possibilities. The first was accepting that she would never have a child. If she chose that one her future stretched out bleakly before her. She saw herself becoming bitter and cold. The marriage would be a shambles with no joy. Life for both of them would become desolate, a desert with no reason to live.

Her second choice was to leave Carl. Leave the man she loved as much as life itself. Leave and find, if she could, another man to sire her children. That was even more unpalatable than the first choice. 

"Oh my God," she prayed. "what am I to do?"

It was then that she heard someone opening the creaky gate into the backyard. She didn't want company so she lay quietly, peeking through her lashes to see who was coming. Vickie was willing to bet it was their buddy Rich. He was the only one who just walked into the backyard like he owned the place. Sometimes it seemed that way to Vickie, too. He was such a gem, long skinny and blonde like Carl, and funny as the dickens.

He had become so close to them they never planned anything any more without calling him first. Then the three of them had fun together.

It had surprised her when Carl invited him over a couple years ago. She usually was pretty reserved around unmarried men, but Rich was just different. And he had been Carl's "best buddy" since grade school. Carl had been so tickled when Rich moved back to town!

She never understood why the man hadn't married. He wasn't gay, he liked women. Lord knew women liked him. There seemed to be no end to the number of Vickie's friends that had set out to snare him. But somehow nobody seemed able to get past his reserve. Not that they weren't able to get him into bed. She'd had enough morning after post mortems to know he really liked women! 

Rich was a software engineer with his own company and worked out of his home. He kept some of the weirdest hours, too. When his brain got "locked up" as he called it, he'd go for a walk. Then when his mind cleared he'd head home and work until he had that problem solved. Some days he worked all night long, not even breaking for a cup of coffee. Sometimes he walked aimlessly for hours, but most of the time his walks ended here with her and Carl. When he showed up Rich always just walked into their backyard. If no one was outside he'd walk into the house, yelling he was there. Then they would all have a grand time.

Vickie wasn't sure why she was OK with the casual way he made himself at home. Somehow though, it just felt right. She did know she wouldn't change it for the world. If she hadn't been as deeply in love with Carl as she was, she would have been setting her sights on Rich. 

But Carl was all the man she needed. 

If the son of a bitch would just get her pregnant!

Anyway she was pouting and depressed. She just couldn't face even Rich so she just played opossum. Let him think she was sleeping and he would leave. 

Rich came through the gate, announcing to the world he was there before he saw her lying by the pool. He was loud enough to scare the birds quiet that had been serenading her from the many trees in her back yard.

It was all Vickie could do to keep from giggling when she heard Rich's quick gasp for air. She was wearing her new Ivory colored bikini, with her dark tan the little patches of cloth looked like her tan line. From where Rich was standing she knew she appeared nude. 

Privately she thought the designer who made it had only used a very small handkerchief and a ball of string. She thought he'd cut the hankie into three parts, two patches for the top and one long one for the bottom. Then he threw away the other half of the hankie. After tying the top two pieces together with the string, the designer fixed strings on what was to be the bottom. It had to be a man that designed it. Still she liked to sun in it, and had to agree Carl was rather "fond" of it.

The bottom came up between her legs, then the strings were gathered into a bow on each hip. The top halves were connected by a longish string that went around her back, then two strings from each "nipple cup" were tied with another bow between her breasts. The last little bit of string looped around her neck. It took a certain kind of woman to wear it. Not only did she have to have guts of steel, but she couldn't have much boob. There was absolutely NO support. Vickie guessed that if a tit bounced even a little the tiny patch supposed to cover it would be tossed off. Vickie was lucky in a way, because what she had were nipples. Almost no mammary, but big, big nipples! And man did those suckers poke out when she got aroused!

Heck, Vickie loved the suit, but wouldn't be caught dead in it outside her backyard and its high privacy fence. If she had known Rich was coming she wouldn't be wearing it now.

But it was too late to do anything about that now, he was here and she didn't want company. If she moved a muscle Rich would know she was awake. She wouldn't be able to find it in her to just send him away. 

Still, all Vickie wanted to do was pout and brood about how unfair Carl was being. 

Her eyes were closed tight now, but she heard Rich coming over to check on her so she kept her eyes closed, not letting him know she was awake.

She felt as much as heard him standing next to the chaise lounge. It was crazy but she would swear she could feel his eyes on her. First she had this burning sensation traveling back and forth over her chest, then it swept down to her groin and kind of stayed there. Man, did THAT feel funny. After a moment or so it slowly worked its way down her legs, pausing every once in a while for a quick swoop back up to either her chest or groin. 

Then it began moving up her body again. Vickie almost moaned. As she felt the eyes moving up, her body got hot as it moved. When it paused at her hips it was almost more than she could do not to wiggle them. Her center felt like it had come afire, liquid fire. She worried that she had soaked the bottom of her bikini before she felt the warmth again move up to her chest. But the warmth in her belly, her center, her liquid center; didn't disappear.

When it stopped at her chest Vickie almost shook her tits at him: Except her nipples didn't shake, never had. Especially when they were poking out so much. She had felt them growing when Rich's had eyes stopped for so long on her crotch.

When the warmth moved up to her lips she couldn't stop them from parting, just a little. But she was able to keep the tip of her tongue from poking out to moisten her suddenly dry lips.

It was almost her undoing when she felt Rich's open hand laid lightly on her tummy. His hand was cool, exciting in the warm sun. After a moment he took his hand away. "Damn it to hell anyway," she thought.

She almost bolted upright when she felt the chaise move. Still she managed to remain still. 

In a moment she felt the coolness of the shade under the big maple tree. Rich, the big darling, had moved her out of the sun. Guess he was afraid she was going to burn. He may have been right!

Over her thunderous heartbeat she barely heard his sneakers as he walked away. Listening carefully Vickie heard the patio door open. Then Rich was inside calling, "Carl? Carl, you there?"

When she heard the patio door slide shut, Vickie opened her eyes making sure she was alone. Once she knew she was sure her whole body quivered as the tension in her body let go. Not understanding why, she pulled the ends of the string tied between her breasts, untying the neat bow that had been holding the two cups closed. Vickie gave a little sigh, feeling the loss of the bra's constriction, slight as it was. She left the small cups lying on her nipples. Next she untied the strings on her hip holding the "almost" loin cloth covering her sex. It still covered her as she lay there, as did the "almost a bra", but it eased the restlessness in her body.

That got her wondering just how and why her body was feeling so strange. 

Damned horny was what she was feeling! Was that because her platonic best friend had softly touched her belly? 

Uhm, his touch was so soft.

"Stop that!" she shouted in her mind. "Get a life, girl!" Still, it had been so soft and gentle. It had felt good; comforting, but sensual. As if that made sense.

Closing her eyes, Vickie enjoyed the suns warmth. After a few minutes she heard the patio door again slide open. She thought, "Rich went up to check on Carl, found him passed out on the bed drunk, then I bet he got a beer out of the refrigerator."

Sure enough, the door slid shut she heard him walking softly back toward her. After a couple steps she heard the pop of the beer can opening. 

She never understand why but she continued lying there, eyes closed, playing she was asleep. Soon she felt the warmth again as his eyes moved over her again. 

She wondered how this heat was occurring, but it was. 

The wondering turned to pleasure and she just enjoyed it.

When Rich's gentle hands began slowly, carefully lifting the bra cups aside it was all she could do not to give herself away. With her nipples now uncovered to the slow, warm breeze they popped up on her chest again. She heard his sharp intake of breath as he watched them swell.

It was all Vickie could do to just lie there. But when she felt Rich's warm breath on her breasts, followed almost immediately by his tongue, it took superhuman effort to remain still. 

She couldn't help a slow squirm, but managed to keep her eyes closed and held the her chest's waggle to a minimum. Rich paused for a moment and she could feel him studying her face. Then he relaxed where he crouched above her and his tongue returned to her breast.

It felt so good… She could feel the tingles race down to curl her toes. There was nothing she could do to keep from curling, but that was okay. Rich wasn't looking at her toes. After a moment the wildfire sensations… they didn't ease but were no longer overpowering her. Until she felt his warm, yielding lips close on a nipple, then begin delicately suckling her. Nothing could stop her involuntary gasp. But she gave no other indication she was aware what he was doing to her. 

It was hardest to keep from screaming with pleasure, but again her toes curled. She had just managed to force them open, too.

For a few minutes Rich alternated from one breast to the other. She knew her breathing sped up, but there was nothing she could do about that except die. 

It felt too good to die.

She heard Rich's breath. He was breathing faster and heavier than she.

She almost begged him not to go when he released her nipple and she heard him stand up. She had been so close to completion! Just from suckling on her! Why? How could he stop?

But she was rewarded for continuing her deception when Rich's tender touch lifted the bottom of her bikini off her sex and let it drop between her slightly opened legs.

How did her legs get opened? She knew when Rich came into the yard that her legs were together. She'd actually had her ankles crossed! 

No matter, they were open now. Soon they moved further apart, all by themselves. Rich looked at her for a moment, then lovingly and gently pulled her left ankle up and moved it over until it rested on the ground beneath the lounge.

Lovingly? Where the hell did that come from? She knew how it felt, it felt loving, but how did that thought get into her mind. While she was puzzling this in her head Rich pulled the right leg in the other direction. She was now lying on her back, arms at her sides, her legs split wide open. Her center, her very wet center, was now open to her friends gaze.

And gaze he did. For what seemed hours to the woman lying, her eyes tight shut, striving not to writhe on the chaise lounge. When Rich climbed onto the lounge to kneel between her widely splayed legs Vickie's body tensed. But she kept her eyes scrunched tight, tried to understand why she was still just lying there, and somehow managed to almost control her breathing.

When the soft, wet tip of the man's tongue touched the bottom of her slit, then slowly traveled up the moan was impossible to contain. Still, Vickie pretended sleep. Even as that tongue circled her bud, then reversed its course, traveling back down her slit she knew, she felt, her sex was opened wide. But somehow she didn't give away her awareness of what he was doing to her.

For a time Rich's tongue played with her center. For that time Vickie's breathing became faster and deeper. The fire that had ignited inside her woman's body flamed and grew to uncontrollable proportions. Then, suddenly the wildfire exploded. Vickie made a noise, her body spasmed and she felt herself flood the mouth now easily and gently covering her center.

Vickie refused to admit she was aware of what he had just done. Rich stared at her face, terrified at being caught but unable to move away. When his friend continued to sleep he decided she had drunk more than he thought. His conscience was digging at him, but he was a man who dated seldom. No matter how hard he beat himself up he couldn't bring himself to walk away from this lovely woman spread out before him.

Oh, God! If she woke up she would never allow him near her again! But still he couldn't bring himself to leave before disaster struck.

Truthfully he was afraid of women. He knew some women liked him, but he couldn't let himself loosen up enough to allow them inside his guard. It seemed he was often able to make love to a woman, but even then he didn't feel comfortable. He was lonely, and only with this adorable woman lying naked before him had he been able to be a friend.

For an immeasurable length of time he knelt between her knees, staring at her wide-open beauty. Then he could no longer contain himself.

Rich knew if she woke and found him doing this she would be correct if she said he was raping her. Still, he couldn't bring himself to stop. At the same time he grieved for throwing away the best true friendship he had ever had; and still was so wildly out of control his body drove him on, his mind clouded with desire.

With shaking fingers he undid his trousers, pushing them down along with his underwear. Then leaning forward he held his weight up off her with his arms. Moving forward slowly until he felt the tip of his rock hard erection touching her swamp-wet sex, there he paused. For a time he enjoyed the sensuousness of her heat and wet against his sex. He felt her labia twitch, seemingly sucking at his maleness, trying to pull it into her femininity. Then he slowly pressed forward. The feel of his glans being enveloped by the welcoming sheath was almost more than he could stand.


Vickie



Moving inside her slowly, Rich gloried in her tunnel's nibbling acceptance. It's tightness slowly drew in his length; tight, wet, hot almost to the point of pain it consumed him. As he slowly entered he felt spasms running inside her. Looking down at the lovely creature spread open beneath him the pleasurable sensations swept in visible waves through her body. He watched her closed face as passion moved inside her. Yet still she seemed unconscious of the glory they were experiencing together.

At last reaching the end of her tunnel he felt the lips of her sex clamp firmly around the base of his root, sealing him inside. He gently but so firmly pushed again, giving her sensations deep within while at the same time he gave her bud, above her entrance even extraordinary stimuli.

Slowly, easily, almost painstakingly, he withdrew giving her unawake body maximum pleasure. Yet all the time he prayed not to awaken her. The third entry proved too much for him. It was too much for Vickie, also. His cannon fired shot after shot deep within her, coating her womb with his eager, hungry sperm. At the same instant the wonderful woman's body lying beneath him convulsed.

It seemed forever before he had totally emptied himself inside her, before wondrous Vickie locked beneath, then collapsed slack beneath him. Until the ecstasy subsided neither the man nor the woman knew anything but the glory that enveloped within.

Somehow, without her conscious knowledge of effort, Vickie's eyes remained closed and though her body erupted to Rich she still seemed to sleep. When Rich was able to see again his anxious look showed him the face of a woman curiously relaxed, showing pleasure. It was also the face of a woman asleep.

Cursing himself for raping his best friend, while at the same time fully sated with the loving they had shared Rich stood, pulled up his clothes and scurried out. Torn with guilt, he knew he would never forgive himself. He feared he would never be allowed to even speak to this woman again. 

With shaking fingers he straightened the loin cloth, tying the sides together again. Then he gently picked up the ridiculous little patches of cloth that served as a bra and laid them over her nipples. "There," he thought, "she's just as I found her." 

If she found out what he had done… he didn't know how he would face it. And how could she help but discovering?

He knew he loved her. Not as a life mate, but as a dear friend. There was certainly no jealousy thinking of Carl being her husband. Rich could never allow himself to let go enough to be a complete partner with a woman. He couldn't do it with anyone, which was the reason he was an independent contractor in his software development. The relationship he had enjoyed with Vickie was exactly what he needed. 

He had just destroyed it.

Vickie lay there, unbelieving of what she had just allowed, what she had encouraged and gloried in. How could she have done that? Carl must never know! Not once had she even considered being unfaithful to her husband. Now that it had happened she didn't understand how it had happened. She did know she had never before enjoyed such a complete coupling, total melding of souls, even with the husband she so adored. 

How could she ever look Rich in the face again?

- - - - -

Deep in concentrated thought Rich furiously pounded the keyboard of his computer, the string of commands unrolling out of his mind as he worked. It was four weeks since he had trapped Vickie. Four weeks since he had caught her drunk and viciously taken advantage of her. He hadn't talked to or seen either Vickie or Carl since that horrid day.

He stayed home, immersing himself in his work, fighting to forgive himself. At the same time he knew that was something he would never be able to do.

He had just completed a step and reached for the cola constantly on his desk when the doorbell rang. He tried ignoring it. Anyone who knew him enough to visit, knew never to interrupt him between 10 AM and 5 PM on a weekday. Or any other day for that matter, he kept no regular days.

But the thing rang again and again and again. 

Cursing he surged to his feet, threw himself out of his office and raced to the door. He was going to kill whoever was there! No one could interrupt him while he was working!

Furiously flinging open the door he found himself staring at the tiny figure of Vickie, her angel face turned up at him. 

Rich shriveled inside as he looked at her. He couldn't slam the door in her face, he couldn't yell at her. He wasn't sure he could say anything to her at all! Oh God! What she must think of him?

Without a word the petite woman ducked under the arm he had thrown against the door jamb to hold himself upright. She slipped into Rich's condominium, just heading out of the slate floored entry toward the Great Room. She and Carl had been here before and she was always overpowered by the luscious beauty he had surrounding him. He might be a near hermit, but his razor sharp mind had given him an annual income approaching a high six figures. Since he never dated, seldom went out, the only thing he spent his income on was his living quarters. She had teased him that while ordinary people had "quarters" Rich had "wholes."

His head hanging Rich followed her into his Great Room. Anything she asked was hers. He had raped her, his dearest friend, Carl's wife. He could only imagine what she was going to say. He could not conceive what he could do to assuage her fury.

For long minutes they stared at one another. Finally Rich broke out of his silence, "Can I get you anything, Vickie? Coffee, tea, a drink?"

"Yeah, can I have a cola?" she asked quietly.

"You want something in that?" Rich asked.

"No, I've pretty much given that stuff up," she answered in a firm voice.

Slamming himself mentally he slunk into the kitchen. What he had done was the reason she no longer drank. She couldn't trust anyone after what he had done to her. After pouring her cola into a glass over ice he carried it back to her, bringing one for himself.

They looked at one another again until Rich asked her if she wanted to sit down. This was going to be even worse than he had imagined.

"No thanks, I want to stand while my back doesn't hurt," she answered with a little smile. The reason made no sense to Rich, but he didn't comment.

"Uhm, guess I'd just better say it and get it over with," Vickie stated. "Rich, I'm going to be a Mama! I'm pregnant."

It took a moment to percolate through his thoughts, but when it did Rich was filled with joy for her. She and Carl had discussed their dreams with him many times. "That's wonderful news!" he chortled. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all. "What does Carl have to say about that?"

"Well, I thought I should tell the father first," she answered.

His brows squinting together Rich asked, "The father? Huh!" He thought for a moment longer, "Well, why haven't you told him? Carl is going to be ecstatic!"

"I did tell him Rich! Just now! I'll tell Carl when he gets home tonight."

"I don't understand, Vickie. What do you mean?" Rich asked.

Grinning like a cat, a big hungry one, she answered, "I just told the father, that's you dummy! Carl's going to be the Daddy, but you're the father."

Rich quivered, feeling like someone had hit him in the gut. "I, uh… I guess you, uh, found out about what I did," he managed to get out, almost in a whisper.

"Well, yeah!" she answered. "I was there too, you know! It's kind of hard for a girl not to know, you know!"

All Rich could do was stare at her.

"Rich, what I did wasn't fair to you. You see, I wasn't drunk like you thought. And I was awake when you came into the backyard. I certainly can't hold it against you, I knew everything you did. I could have stopped it at anytime. In a way it was mean of me not to do so. But… Oh God! It felt so good!" She looked at Rich for a moment. "You are the father, Rich. I just came out of the Doctor's office an hour ago. Then I walked over to let you know. But we have to talk."

Rich collapsed onto the light tan leather couch, leaning forward with his head in his hands. He got out, "What's Carl going to say?"

"I hope he's going to be glad he is a Daddy," Vickie answered in a small voice. "Rich, Carl can never know he's not the father. He just can't, it would kill him. I've never done anything like that before. I do love him, you know." They sat in silence a moment before she continued, "You know we've been trying to have a baby. Well, there's nothing wrong with me that would keep me from having one. But Carl won't get tested." 

"I'm guessing he is impotent. Because of his drinking his sperm count must be low. That's what the Doctor thinks, too. So this will be the only way we can have a child from our body. Do you understand? We've talked about artificial insemination, and adoption. Carl won't have a thing to do with either of them. Besides, if he doesn't have any sperm, "artificial" won't work anyway."

Confused, Rich asked her, "So, you aren't mad I did what I did?"

"No, sweety. I knew what you were doing all the time. If I were mad it would… Actually I was mad at first. It was at me though, not you. But I want a baby so bad, and I pretty much know Carl can't give me one. So now I am going to have one." 

"Rich, how many men could ignore a naked woman laying out on a lounge like that. I may not have understood what I was doing, but looking at it now it is pretty obvious my "subconscious" was trying to seduce you."

Rich gave her a shamefaced look, "Vickie, I wouldn't have touched you. Except it was you! And you were so damned delicious lying there. I just thought, maybe a little peek. Then your nipples looked so good I had to taste them. It just seemed to go on from there. Everything I did was so good, and just a little more wouldn't matter! Maybe if you had started to wake up I would have stopped. But you didn't and I just couldn't!"

"That's what I'm saying, Rich. I could have opened my eyes, or pretended I was waking up at any time. I knew you would stop, for heaven's sake! All I had to do was ask you. But it felt so good, and it was you! We are more than just friends. Oh, God, Rich. We sure are more than just friends now"

"But please, Rich. I like you, maybe even love you more than a little, but Carl is my man. Please don't tell him, Rich. I think it would kill him. I know it would kill our marriage and a lot of me would die if that happened. I thought about this a lot the last couple weeks after I missed my period." 

They were quiet for a few minutes, the only sounds in the room the almost invisible sounds of the various electronics scattered around the room. Rich trying not to look Vickie in the eye, Vickie giving him a pleading look. 

Clearing her throat Vickie continued, "One of the things that scared me at first was how Carl would know it wasn't his child. But you know, someone would have to tell him. Rich, you and he could be brothers. You both have the blonde Norse look, you and he are both thin and tall and your eyes are the same color. I did something illegal and checked on the Internet: You and Carl have the same blood type. It shocked me how similar you are. Carl is much more outgoing than you, his humor is broad but has everyone rolling in the aisles. You are a quieter man, really pretty reclusive, Rich. And your sense of humor is very different. You are quiet but extremely witty, you can be very cutting when you want. But you know, you don't "want" very often." 

"You are a gentle man, like my Carl. Our baby will look as much like Carl as it will you. Please, Rich! Don't destroy my life and Carl's. You would never want that. I know you. But that is what would happen if you told him."

Rich was silent a moment, before, "You're right, Vickie. I've been beating myself up for what I did. I still don't know how or why I let myself get so out of hand. There is no reason on God's earth for me to destroy your lives." He thought for a moment, "I can work anyplace, Vickie. I'll just move to the coast; either one, it doesn't matter which. Then everything will be safe."

For some reason what he said disturbed Vickie. She squirmed on the couch, folding and unfolding her arms, her foot tapping. Several times she started to say something, then stopped. The silence seemed to stretch in the room.

Finally she stood up, pacing around the room a moment before stopping to stand before Rich. "That is one solution, there is another I am hoping you would choose instead. Let me explain... Let me ask you a question first." 

She paused and Rich nodded his head. 

"Do you like me, Rich? I mean, really like me? I'll tell you right up front I'm more than a little in love with you. I have been for years. Not like Carl, but the same kind. Do you like me a little, Rich?"

Smiling, Rich looked up at her, "Honey, you should already know the answer to that. I've been showing you that for years now. In a different way I showed you again four weeks ago. I'm not the marrying kind. I know that, and you do too. Even so you are the only woman I've ever met who could make me change my mind. For years I've been glad you were married to Carl. If you weren't I would try to marry you. The problem is, I'm sure I would make you terribly unhappy as a husband. Friends, yes! But never married."

Vickie sighed before giving Rich a little smile. "This isn't going to be as hard to ask as I dreaded. Rich, I want three, maybe four kids. Number one is here in my belly now and I couldn't be happier. But something you don't know about me. I was one of five kids my mother had and raised. We were welfare brats, and none of us had the same father. I swore that would never happen to my kids and me. I also swore to stay with one man until I died if it was possible. 

I want to have more kids, but I want them all to have the same dad. I'm sure I can count on Carl being a great Daddy. But you've already fathered my first child. I want you to father the others."

She giggled for a moment at the horrified look on Rich's face. He seemed to want to say something. His mouth was opening and closing but he couldn't decide what to say first. Not giving him a chance to speak, she continued, "Understand Rich, I'm not new to men and their needs. I'm asking for a big commitment on your part, but I think I can give you one as big right back. I want you to stay here, living near us. I know you don't go out much. I know now you have a great sex drive, but you aren't doing much to meet it. You aren't gay and you aren't going out with women. So you need something I can and want to give you. I'd never ask you to stick around to "service" me once or twice every two or three years. We both know that wouldn't work. You'd hate me pretty soon, because I am scared of STD's and would expect you to keep yourself safe."

She paused, watching Rich as he tried to understand everything she was saying. "What I want honey, is for you to stay away from other women. At least until you've given me my three or four kids. That could be as long as ten years or more. What I will give you in return is sex two, sometimes three times a week until you and I have made our kids. You won't be the Daddy, but in some ways what you'll have is more. You will be the honorary "Uncle" Rich. You won't have to get up in the middle of the night, discipline the kids unless you believe you need to. You don't have to go to any of those damnable grade school concerts: None of that unless you want to. But you can take the kids to all the fun things you decide you'd like to take them to. You'll have all the good and none of the bad." She stopped while she looked at the strange look on his face.

"The kids are going to love you as much as they love me and Carl. You will be asked to baby-sit. But heck, you've been doing that for years for other friends. I've seen you around children, big guy. Don't try to tell me you don't like 'em."

"If you need time to think, take all you need. But Rich, I really want you to do this. I think I can guarantee you won't regret it." 

Vickie turned and walked toward the door but didn't' make it half way there. Rich took her by the elbow and led her to the kitchen with its cheery pale yellow walls and oak cabinets. There he sat her down on one of the white upholstered chairs. Without saying a word he began heating soup, then piled two plates with potato salad. "It's lunch time, woman. Sit down and eat while we discuss." 

It wasn't a request, but given with such a nice smile it wasn't quite an order, either.

They talked for another hour before Rich smiled at her and said, "You have a deal, girl friend. If any problems come up I think we can talk them out. There won't be any we haven't discussed. Two questions before you go; can I come over later this evening after you've told Carl he's going to be a daddy? The other question is, when do you want to start?"

Vickie grinned up at him as she slowly unfastened the top button on her blouse. In a low husky voice she asked, "We have a couple hours before I have to start dinner. Want to practice making babies now?"

Rich scooped her up in his arms and carried her into his bedroom while she clung to his shoulders, with a giggle he found alluring. In the bedroom he carefully set her on her feet, then sat on the edge of the big bed to watch her undress. 

Vickie grinned and made a production out of it. She hummed to herself as she finished unbuttoning her blouse while doing a little dance step, swaying her hips to the music she was making. Then she left it on her shoulders, the front opening and closing with her movements. Taking her time she removed her skirt, letting it drop slowly down her slim legs. Stepping out of her shoes as she stepped out of the skirt, she kicked skirt and shoes to the side of the room. Turning to him she played with her shirt, finally turning her back as she slowly slid it down her smooth back. Rich was spellbound at the way her hips were wiggling as the shirt fell. Looking back over her shoulder to see his face she held the shirt so her butt was just covered. 

Turning to face him, she holding a placket in each hand and holding the shirt up to cover the cups of her bra. She did something first with her right hand while holding the plackets together, then with her left, suddenly her bra fell to the floor at her feet.

Stepping up close to her new man she smiled into his eyes. Slowly Vickie let the shirt slide off her shoulders, down her arms and then drop to the floor, leaving her breasts bare. Proudly she stood before him, her magnificent nipples extended, the areolas pebbly and inches wide. 

Those nipples, perched atop her pale creamy mounds, were the most erotic things Rich had ever seen. He sat entranced as she proudly allowed him to gaze his fill, not moving until she saw his eyes begin to shift a bit from her chest. Then she hooked her thumbs in the waist band of the patch of lace that she had worn as a panty. It soon fell at her feet, where she stepped out of it.

Rich reached for her, pulling her close and fastening his lips on a rosy nipple. Vickie locked her hands behind his head, pulling him to her. As he suckled, one hand went around to cup her bottom, holding her close and helping support her if her legs gave way. The other traveled up the inside of her thigh to explore her center. He played there for a time until he felt her wetness and heard her gasp in pleasure. Then he drove two fingers deep inside her sopping wet channel. She screamed into her first orgasm of the afternoon.

When her knees buckled her lover swung her to the bed, laying her on her back, her legs widely splayed.

Vickie licked her lips, looking into her new man's eyes, knowing she now had two men to service. "We will make love many times, Rich," she told him in a husky, gravelly voice. "I want you to fuck me today. Fuck me hard, please. Make a baby in me again!"




Vickie



Without hesitation, already having felt her wetness, he drove inside her to the hilt in one long, hard thrust. She screamed in orgasm again but he ignored it continuing to drive into her, pumping her to climax after climax until finally he slammed into her even harder. Deep inside her he froze, his cock driven fully inside her. Vickie now went into full constant orgasm. To them it felt like minutes before his cream completed emptying deep into her womb.

Then they collapsed together, entangled with one another.

They lay together unmoving except for their hands slowly stroking each the other until the clock told them it was time for Vickie to leave today. Rich and Vickie showered together, dressed, then kissed gently at the door. 

"I'll try to be here tomorrow, Rich. But don't forget to come over tonight. Drop by about 7:00, but don't plan on staying long. My husband and I will be celebrating tonight."

- - - - -

Vickie was almost skipping as she neared Rich's condo. The winter sun was warm, but not like the beaches along the Great Barrier Reef. Australia was so, so… Scrumptious! And here she was, almost Easter and sporting a tan like she hadn't worn since she was in High School. Those days before she found out about Gamma Rays or what ever they were and cancer.

She and Carl had been back a week, a week with the kids after three weeks without them. She giggled; she didn't know what was harder, three weeks away from them or this week back with them.

Uncle Rich it seemed had not only kept the kids fed and alive, but they seemed better disciplined. They were accustomed to his constant attention. They were terribly spoiled. She guessed honorary uncles did that.

The man was a miracle! Thinking of Rich as a miracle brought a blush. Lordy, it had been a month since she had seen him alone. She was blushing again as she pushed the up button in the elevator. It was going to be wonderful seeing him after this long time apart. 

But the Australian vacation Rich had given them for Christmas had been wonderful. It was the first vacation since before the four kids started coming. Well, they had fun on the short vacations with the family, but this was the first one she and Carl had enjoyed, just the two of them. What a wonderful Christmas gift from Uncle Rich!

And Carl stayed sober the entire three weeks! Thank God! He was finally whipping his addiction! They had worked so hard to rid him of his alcoholism. She had to thank Rich for that, too. He had been as influential as anything else to give him the understanding and courage to quit.

At the door she gave their secret knock before using her key to open the door. It had been transparent to both Carl and her what Rich was doing when he hired her as his assistant. The job had been offered by Rich when he came to there house the night she had told Carl he was going to be a daddy.

Well, Carl didn't understand one part of the reason but he had glommed immediately onto the fact Rich was paying much more than her help was worth. She and Carl had argued at the amount. How strange, an employee trying to talk the boss into a lower salary. After all Carl was making good money, too. They finally compromised with every penny going into the kids college fund. The money now there would send all four of them to Oxford or the Sorbonne in Paris! And give them far too much in spending money, too. The other reason Rich wanted her to spend almost every afternoon alone with him in his condo Carl would never know.

She loved Carl more now than she ever had before the kids. What she hadn't understood was how she could possibly love two men with such intensity. Her love for Rich was not less than her love for Carl. Still, the two loves were different. She thanked God constantly that she never need choose between the two men. 

Ignoring the lush, friendly ambience of Rich's home she hurried down the hall, enjoying the deep plush honey colored carpet she had selected and paying little attention to the original art on the walls. She was proud of the little touches Rich had first allowed, then encouraged her to make. His taste in furnishing the apartment was superb. She just hoped he had been happy with the things she had added. 

Every so often Rich had taken her out to one of the local art galleries. It scared her every time she thought of the money he had spent when she was particularly taken with a painting or sculpture.

She smiled quietly to herself. He had been very happy with her these many years. 

Somehow she had never been able to make him understand how important he was to her. He knew how she felt about his siring her four kids, but somehow she never felt he understood how important he was to her just for being himself. He was a wonderful, gentle, kind man.

With a wicked, wicked sense of humor!

Rich was waiting for her at the door to his office; leaning against the door frame. He was wearing what she called his uniform; that ragged old faded red Bliss t-shirt, tight jogging shorts and old worn out jogging shoes. She had no idea where he got the first Bliss t-shirt, but she had seen the shop where he had replacements made. She suspected Bliss had been a rock band Rich had been in as a kid. The stinker refused to tell her, just saying she MUST know where Bliss was, she took him there often enough. 

His arms had akimbo, and he reached out just in time to catch her as she launched herself at him. Vickie didn't remember taking that last step, she just knew she had melted into his arms with her face pressed against that old shirt.

His scent surrounded her, became part of her again. It was male musk and Old Spice; hot, with the clean smell from his shower. She had admitted to herself long ago that she was helplessly in love with two wonderful men. 

The revelation came when they took Carla home from the hospital. As Carl parked the car Vickie sat and watched Rich slowly step toward them carrying their first, two-year-old Paul. She had marveled at how much Paul looked like Rich, but knew he looked as much like her husband. As she watched, Carl opened the door to take Caroline out of her arms. Then he turned, folding down the corner of the receiving blanket to show his friend the new daughter.

Rich's face had just exploded into a smile as Carl held Caroline out for his admiration. Rich had shifted Paul so he could see his new sister. And her two men stood shoulder to shoulder, each holding one of their children as she watched. And that was one of the wonderful things. Carl considered Rich a full member of the family.

That was when a wave of understanding rolled over her. Her two men, standing shoulder to shoulder, each holding one of her children. She was so filled with love for both of them that for a moment she couldn't breathe. Since that epiphany she had never been able to distinguish her feelings for the men. Her love for Rich had grown slowly over the years, but it was there. She loved them equally.

Her only sadness was that she could never share the depth of feeling she had for Rich with her other true love, Carl. But it was too late, had always been too late to explain. Somehow she knew that if she could once get Carl past the first shock he would understand. He loved her, and he adored their children. And Carl was their Daddy.

It was that evening, so many years ago, that Carl had told her with sorrow how glad he was that Rich was a real part of their family. He told her how his friend could never hold a relationship for long. His personality somehow not letting him meld with anyone. The only exceptions had been Carl, and now Vickie. Even as a youngster Rich became restless after a short time sharing space with someone else. He was always pleasant, but within at most a month, maybe two he was looking for some way to break it off. He once explained to Carl that after a while he felt suffocated.

Carl insisted Rich enjoyed people and liked being with them: But only when he was free to leave at his whim. He speculated that, in other times, other places, his friend would have been a hermit. Rich wouldn't have been happy, but something kept him from relaxing and becoming part of a group. Carl was delighted Rich had been able to become the "Uncle" in the family. It was just what Rich needed, and he gave the kids so much. Carl admitted that until her first pregnancy he had been afraid Vickie would push Rich away as every other woman had done when he got restless.

She melted into Rich as he gently laid her on his bed. She had no memory of moving from the office to his bedroom, but it wasn't the first time she lost track of time and space when in his arms. Her body sang as he undressed her, never breaking their kiss.

His kiss was intoxicating Vickie as she welcomed him above her, gently lowering himself between her thighs and stretching and atop her. She strained her loins up, legs wide spread to welcome him home. Her center flowered open in greeting. 

She wasn't surprised to find herself extraordinarily wet. These days she always seemed to be wet when she was in his apartment.

Rich's glans caught in her entry, then rushed inside her. He didn't thrust himself home. Instead she felt it pushed slowly, inch by inch, into her. Every fraction of entry ecstatic waves traveled through her sheath before progressing through her. Then his maleness nestled in to her cervix. There it stopped, soaking in her juices marinating. She could hardly breath with the sensations he was giving her. 

Then it began moving into her again, slowly, inexorably inside. Her softness was pushed aside, opening her with each slow stroke. Until suddenly her body broke, convulsing around him. Rich stopped to hold his hardness inside her, soaking, until her spasms eased. 

When he felt the ripples ease around his shaft her lover again slowly entered her. It was a moment only before the contractions returned and her mind exploded and then he held himself still. When she returned to earth he again began moving and would immediately break apart again. And again! And yet again!

Again and again, he now commanded her body until he began driving into her harder, his thickness, his velvety soft, steel maleness, fully inside of her. And she convulsed again! Her man this time did not wait for the paroxysms to complete, but worked his maleness hard, deep inside her, never withdrawing. The agonizingly joyful tension in her body continued growing, growing, growing. Then he was suddenly, wonderfully, gloriously spasming inside her. She could FEEL the potent sperm coating her, filling her. And the world exploded again into stars and fire.

When she returned she was holding and being held. 

After a time Rich carried her to the shower, enjoying it with her. Then they sat down in the pleasant kitchen with a cup of tea. 

They sat silent, each thinking their own thoughts. Vickie still deliciously floating on the wave of sexual fervor, idly wondering what Rich was thinking. She was soon to find out.

Her lover looked up at her, clearing his throat. "Vickie, you have your four kids now. Are you happy, girl?"

She looked at him, startled, "What a question to ask, Rich. They are the best kids in the world. You know that!"

"I know you love the kids, I was just worrying that you don't feel cheated with our agreement. I've been dreading this day for years. You have no idea how this makes me feel."

"What are you talking about, Rich? What day? What is happening?"

"You made me one of the happiest men in the world when you asked me to help you make a family. You wanted three or four kids, and from what Carl and you are saying you don't want any more. It's going to be lonely here without you visiting me."

There was dead silence in the room, Vickie unable to find any words to say. 

Then Rich continued, "I love the kids, and hope you won't ask me to give up being an Uncle. Not surprising but I of think of them as my kids, too. I hope you don't mind?"

"Oh my God, Rich! What are you talking about?" she blurted.

"I know you agreed to be my lover while we were making the kids. You have no idea how much that has meant for me. But it's over now. I certainly have no reason to expect you to continue. A class lady like you, I can't describe how I've valued what you have put up with for the kids. Some nights I've lain awake hoping you haven't regretted I was the sire. But it's too much for me to expect you to continue. I can't imagine how you must have regretted coming here every week, even when you were avoiding pregnancy."

Vickie looked at him like he had lost his mind and the silence drug out so long it was painful. Rich seemed unable to look her in the eyes, studying his cup so intently she wondered if he was going to begin reading tea leaves. 

Finally it was her turn to clear her throat. "Rich, I don't know how you got so far wrong. I don't think it was something I ever did or said." 

Rich started to speak, but she held her hand up, stopping him before continuing, "I know I felt I had to bribe you to give me children, but how you ever got the idea this has been hard for me to do? You talk as if it was something I found unpleasant." 

"My God, Rich! How could you ever have believed that? Surely you know how much you have pleased me with your loving. But what is horrifying is how you can't see how much you mean to me! I mean as a man, a friend! Not just as a sire to my children!" She sat looking at him again. When he opened his mouth to speak she tsk, tsked at him until he sat back, silent.

"Rich, I should have let you know years ago. Guess I thought you knew. This has never been a "chore" for me. How you could even imagine it was is beyond me!" 

"Every time, EVERY time I walked over here I have been excited about coming to you! EVERY TIME!" 

"I love Carl, I love him with all my being. But Rich, I love you too! Somehow I thought you always knew, or at least knew the past few years. I love both of you!"

Rich sat still, listening to Vickie. Then she began trying to explain to this man she loved.

"Rich, I love you. And I love Carl. Each love is different, but each is very deep. Please, don't leave me! Stay with me and the kids: and with Carl! You know what you have with the children, Carl and certainly with me is more than just an honorary uncle. You ARE part of the family… For heaven's sake, the kids listen to you more than they do Carl or myself. They love you for yourself."

"I don't know what Carl would do if you weren't around. He has beaten the alcohol, particularly with your support." Vickie looked shyly up at him from under her lashes, "And now you know how I feel about you."

Rich looked at her, a quiet look of wonder on his face. "You mean it, Vickie? Our time together isn't over?"

"Yeah, you big doofus! I really mean it. You almost broke my heart a minute ago when I thought you didn't want us to go on. But, is my job still here? I know you don't need me, but I'll try harder, just tell me what to do."

"Oh, Vickie! How can you say I don't need you. I was hoping to convince you to keep working for me even if our agreement was over. Talk about dread! Imagine having you here day after day and not being able to touch you! With you here I have been able to spend so much more time doing my thing. I don't know how I was able to get anything done before you came to work for me. I figured out with you here my production almost doubled. We have to talk about making you a full partner in the firm. I'm serious about this. I'll come over tomorrow evening when the kids are asleep and you, Carl and I can talk it over." 

He waited a moment before adding, "Well, I guess I didn't know what I was talking about when I said our agreement was over. But maybe we can go back to the bedroom and you can show me the error of my ways."

He stood up, taking her hand to help her to her feet. Then pulled her to him for a kiss, long and hard. When he pulled away Vickie swayed, her legs unable to hold her. His long arm wrapped around her waist, pulled her to him, cuddling his woman to his side. Slowly he led her to the bedroom, her eyes turned up to meet his, looking adoringly into his eyes.



Vickie



"You're sure that I can bring this back for a full refund if she says no?"

"As long as you do nothing to it like resizing it to fit her finger we will take it back."

I handed the man my Visa card and five minutes later I walked out of the store with a half carat diamond engagement ring and hoping that Vickie would say yes when I took a knee in front of her. I picked her up at seven, took her to dinner at Mario's and then we went to The Boom Boom Room for drinks and dancing.

She went home with me (she always slept with me when she was home) and as soon as we were in my condo I asked her to sit down on the couch and told her I had a surprise for her. I went into the kitchen and poured some white wine into a wine glass, went back to the living room and handed it to her. After she had taken a sip I knelt in front of her and said:

"Victoria Marie Barham, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife" and I held out the open ring box to her.

"Oh my God" she said as she reached for the box, "I don't know what to say."

"There are only two answers to that question and the preferred one is "yes."

"Oh my God; I can't believe it. Of course I'll marry you."

She set her wine glass down on the end table and pulled me up onto the couch with her and then smothered me with kisses. Then she pulled me along behind her to the bedroom where she showed me what I hoped I could look forward to for the rest of my life.

++++++++++++++++++++

I met Vickie by sticking my nose into something that was none of my business. I had stopped in at The Boom Boom Room to have a drink or two after a long day at work. As I came through the door and my eyes adapted to the low light level I saw a damned fine looking woman sitting at a table alone. Lenny Wilson, a loud obnoxious asshole, walked over to the table and hit on the woman. She obviously told him to leave, but Lenny persisted and I could see from the woman's face that she was starting to get pissed.

I walked over to the table, pulled out a chair and said, "Hi sweetie; glad you could meet me here." I looked up at Lenny and said, "You need something Lenny?"

He looked at me and was about to say something, but then thought better of it, shook his head "no" and turned and headed back to the bar stool he had left. The woman looked at me and said:

"And you are?"

"I'm Frank."

"And you are here because?"

"I know Lenny and how he gets when he has a few. You looked like you were getting to go nuclear on him so I thought I could diffuse the situation and keep you here."

"Keep me here?"

"The man behind the bar, Matt, doesn't tolerate disturbances. His policy is that it doesn't matter who or why, both parties are told to leave."

"Did you stop to think it all the way through?"

"Think what all the way through?"

"Your rescue of me. What happens when you get up and leave? Won't that just be a signal to that idiot at the bar that this is all phony and he will get up and come back?"

"I'll just sit here and appreciate the scenery until whoever you are waiting for gets here."

Matt had seen me come in and Terri showed up with a Pabst Blue Ribbon and as she set it down in front of me she said, "On Matt" and then she left to wait on another table. As Terri walked away the woman said:

"What makes you think that I'm waiting on someone?"

"You don't look like the kind of woman who goes to a bar to sit alone. You know that a woman who looks as fine as you is going to get hit on in a place like this so I guessed that you are meeting someone and that they are either late or you are early."

"What if I am here hoping to get hit on?"

"I'd discount that in a heartbeat. You don't have to go anywhere to get hit on. You either have a significant other or one hell of a long line of guys trying to get you to go out with them."

"I notice that you are not gender specific when talking. Significant other? Them?"

"These days you can never tell. A significant other could be either male or female."

"And if my significant other is a female?"

"I'd be greatly disappointed, but I'd also think that your significant other was one hell of a lucky person. I would probably hate her, but that is neither here nor there. The immediate problem is what to do if you aren't here waiting for someone."

"Well lucky for you I am waiting for someone and she is late. I guess if I have to put up with you until she gets here you should know my name."

She offered me her hand and said, "My name is Victoria Marie, but I answer to Vickie."

I ordered her another drink and myself another PBR and we sat there drinking and chatting. I learned that she was a flight attendant and she learned that I was a heavy equipment mechanic. She learned that I owned a two bedroom condo and I learned that she shared a house with three other flight attendants. We were both college drop-outs and we were both Gemini. We were just starting to talk books and movies when she said:

"Here comes who I am waiting for."

I turned, fully prepared to hate the man coming and was surprised to see two very lovely ladies approaching the table. One of them said:

"Sorry we're late, but we had a flat tire."

"That's okay" Vickie said, "I found someone to keep me company. Frank, this is Gina" and she pointed to the blond. "And this is Trisha" and she indicated the trim brunette. "And this girls is Frank and I saw him first so save the flirty smiles."

That caught me completely by surprise. I looked at her and she smiled at me and said:

"You won't mind them sharing our table will you?"

"Of course not."

Trisha looked from Vickie to me and then back at Vickie and then she shrugged and sat down.

"I really don't want to intrude" I said, "You obviously didn't plan to meet here and have a stranger at your table."

I started to get up and Vickie put out a hand to stop me. "Nonsense Frank. You aren't a stranger. I've just spent half hour learning all about you. Besides, if you sit here you will keep the wolves away. If you leave all the guys will think we are sitting here looking for male companionship. How about it girls? Should he stick around?"

She got a chorus of yeses and I sat back down. The three were apparently meeting just to have a few drinks to unwind after work so the talk was general. Where a bunch of guys might have talked sports the three women discussed TV shows, fashion, music and diets. I was asked my opinion on skirt length, high heel styles and my thoughts on Lady Gaga. They were disappointed that I didn't watch and therefore had no opinion on Dancing with the Stars or Private Practice.

An hour later Tricia said she had to be going and Gina guessed she had better get home to her husband and kids. Then I was alone with Vickie again. I smiled at her and said:

"You saw me first and they shouldn't flirt with me?"

"What's the matter Frank? You have something against women who are forceful and make the first move?"

"Not at all. I'm just surprised."

"Surprised? Why?"

"I would have bet my next paycheck that a woman like you was already taken."

"Three weeks ago I was. Do you believe in fate?"

"I don't know if I do or not."

"Before you came in I was sitting here thinking that it was time for me to put Timmy behind me and then you appeared. To me that was a sign. I have no idea if we are compatible, but something brought you to my table. I'm calling it fate."

"I make it a point never to argue with a beautiful woman."

"I'm ready to get out of here. How does a bite to eat sound?"

We had a light dinner at Denny's and talked some more and finally it was time to call it a night. I asked her if I could see her again and she gave me her cell phone number and I gave her mine.

"Because of my flight schedules I'm hard to reach. I'm leaving tomorrow for a three day trip so how about I call you when I get back?"

"Please don't lose my number" I said as we got up to leave.

I walked her to her car and just before she opened her door she turned and kissed me on the cheek and then said:

"I'm looking forward to getting to know you better Frank. Call you in a few."

++++++++++++++++++++

Vickie called me four days later and we met at Silvio's, had dinner and then caught a movie. That date led to a second and the second to a third. We kissed on the fourth and necked like teenagers on the fifth, sixth and seventh and got so carried away with our making out that we ended up making love on the back seat of my extended cab pickup. 

It was a weird relationship from the start at least from the standpoint of getting together. She had a flight schedule that took her out of town for three or four days at a time. When I picked her up at her place she was always waiting on the front porch and when I brought her home she never asked me in.

"When the four of us decided to share a house" she said, "We came up with some rules to follow. One of the biggest and most rigorously followed is that no males are allowed in the house. I know it sounds strange, but we all have different flight schedules and there is no telling who will be at home or when. Anna's idea of relaxing at home is running around naked and Sophie runs around in bra and panties and neither one wants to be told to go and put some clothes on just because a guy is coming over. And then there is Marge. She broke up with a long time boyfriend and right now she hates all men."

"And you?"

"I like to run around naked too."

Weird I thought, but whatever, right?

I gave Vickie a key to my condo and she started spending all of her off duty hours with me at my place. After three months I asked her why she didn't just move in with me.

"I can't. When we took the house we had to sign a lease for a year and we all promised each other to stay together because it took all four of us to be able to afford it."

"But you are paying your share and still spending all of your down time with me anyway. So move in with me and keep paying your share."

She looked at me for several seconds and then she said, "Okay, truth time. We have a good thing going baby, but I've had good things going before and have had them blow up on me. We are too new for me to be totally comfortable. There are a lot of guys who can't handle what I do. I love flying and I have no intention of stopping. Most guys consider that as meaning they only have a part time girlfriend and it isn't enough for them. Others start thinking about the stories they hear about flight crews having orgies and affairs on their layovers and overnights and they start getting suspicious and making accusations. I'm not tarring you with the same brush baby, but like I said, we are still too new to each other. My part of the house is my safe place; my fallback."

What the hell; I had her most of the time she was home anyway so I didn't push it.

+++++++++++++++++++++++

Occasionally we went out with her friends Tricia and Gina and I noticed that whenever we did I would get looks from Tricia that I couldn't decipher. Not mean looks or dirty looks, but looks that almost asked:

"Why are you here? What are you doing with Vickie?"

We had drinks with the two of them the night after I proposed and I was able to read the look I got that night. Clear as day it said:

"What the hell is going on here?"

I asked Vickie about it on the way to my place and she said, "Pay her no mind. She thinks I am making a big mistake."

"How does she figure that? She doesn't even know me."

"It isn't that. She thinks I made a big mistake in breaking up with Timmy. She thinks I should be spending my time getting back with him instead of replacing him."

"What was so special about him that she thinks you should be with him?"

"He's her cousin and she just can't understand why I can't give him the benefit of the doubt?"

"Benefit of the doubt?"

"He broke a date with me because he said he had to work late so I called a couple of my girlfriends and asked if they wanted to go out. We hit a place we had never been to before and there was Timmy on the dance floor with another girl. I walked out onto the dance floor, tapped the girl on the shoulder and told her I was cutting in. Then I told Timmy I wanted a job just like his where I could work late and get paid to drink and dance. Then I told him not to bother calling me ever again. He did though. Maybe a half dozen times. It was all a mistake. He could explain. It wasn't what I thought it was and other bullshit like that. Tricia thinks I should give him a second chance. I don't."

"I'm with you. I think you should totally forget Timmy and concentrate on me." 

When we got to my condo she said, "I'm flying out tomorrow so you need to give me enough to hold me for a while. Are you up to it?"

We did it all. She blew me, I ate her. We made love missionary style and then went sixty-nine and followed that with anal in the doggie position. I washed my cock and we cuddled while she fondled me until I was able to do one more time. We fell asleep in each others arms and I slept like a baby.

++++++++++++++++++++

When Vickie was off flying I didn't stay home, stare at the walls and count the minutes till her return. Well, maybe I did count the minutes, but I didn't stay home. 

I had a Triumph T-110 and me and a couple of buddies would get together and go somewhere. When we did I usually had a girl on the back of my bike. Not because Vickie wasn't enough for me, but because Charlie had a custom built bike that couldn't carry a passenger so I usually ended up hauling Odette for him.

Odette was constantly bitching at him because she couldn't ride with him, but to be fair to Charlie he built the bike before he met Odette. He had gone years without being able to get a date so making room for a sweetie on his bike never had occurred to him. None of us could ever figure out why Charlie couldn't get a girl before he met Odette. He was good looking, had a pretty good job and he didn't have any body odor or bad breath that I could discern, but the fact remained that Charlie had gone at least two years without a date until the day he showed up with Odette.

From going two years without feminine companionship to going with a woman who looked like a porn star stunned us. Odette was five four, one-fifteen and 34x23x35 with raven black hair that fell all the way to her ass. No secret that several of the guys that rode with us cursed Charlie's good luck and wished that they had seen Odette first. In fact it was obvious that any of them who didn't have girls would have loved Odette riding behind them, but Charlie didn't trust any of them and so he talked me into being Odette's ride.

I only rode when Vickie wasn't around because she hated motorcycles. The one time she did go on a run with me we followed along behind the group in my pickup. I think it was because I had Vickie that Charlie trusted me with Odette. The problem there was that even as hung as I was on Vickie hauling Odette around was a trifle unsettling.

I rode without leathers in the summer and Odette sitting behind me with her hands around my waist and her tits pressed into my back gave me the kinds of thoughts you weren't supposed to have about your buddies' girl. What made it worse was that Odette liked to jerk Charlie's chain. She flirted with me outrageously. I guess it was her way to get back at Charlie when he ignored her. She was constantly on him to rework his bike so she could ride with him and he was always saying:

"Sure; I'll do it at soon as I can" or "Be patient sweetie; it is on my list."

But Charlie never did get around to it and after every time he brushed her off she would do something like take her hands from around my waist when were riding and 'accidently' rub my leg close to my cock or she would 'accidently' fall into me getting off the bike and her leg would rub against my cock. She would wink at me and say to Charlie:

"I bet Frank wouldn't blow me off if I asked him to do something for me." 

Charlie would just shake his head, put an arm around her and lead her away. Once when we rode out to The Millhouse Tavern Odette danced with me while Charlie shot pool with Herm, Jay and Stan. Odette's back was to the pool table and she asked me:

"Is he watching?"

I glanced at the table and saw Charlie concentrating on lining up his shot so I said "no" and she leaned into me and kissed me. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and I went brain dead and didn't fight her off. After a steamy fifteen second kiss she pulled her mouth away from mine and I asked:

"Why did you do that?"

"Because I'm pissed."

"Pissed over what and why take it out on me?"

"You didn't seem to mind all that much; at least that is what I surmise given the lack of a fight. Whatever. What I'm pissed over is Charlie. He just infuriates me."

"Why?"

"Because. I know what I've got sweetie. I've had it since I was eleven. I've had grown men after me since then. I have always been able to get whatever I want from men and I'm talking some serious shit. I had one guy give me a car and another take me to Cabo for a month and I can't even get Charlie to set up his bike so I can ride with him. Instead he pushes me off on you and you don't make it any easier."

"Me? What did I do?"

"Nothing. That's the point. I know I'm hot and I've teased the hell out of you and you ignore me."

"That's because you are Charlie's girl and The Code says that you don't mess with a friend's lady. Besides, I've got Vickie and I don't cheat."

"Why not? That whore certainly does."

"Oh? And just why is she a whore?"

"I just know she is."

"I think maybe it is time for me to get you back to Charlie."

"Don't be a spoil sport."

"You belong to Charlie Odette and I've got Vickie and I'm in no mood to listen to you bad mouth her on a "just because."

"I've got more than a "just because", but never mind; it isn't any of my business anyway."

She pulled away from me and went over to join the other girls who were riding with the group. I couldn't figure out what she had against Vickie. As far as I knew the two of them had never met. I put it out of my mind and joined the guys around the pool table.

++++++++++++++++

It was three days after I'd proposed to Vickie. She had left that morning on a four day trip and I was on my bike heading for Charlie's house to meet the rest of the guys and then we were going to run over to Cascade to the Elk's Club for a dance they were having. I saw a car coming up behind me in my rear view and I checked traffic ahead and saw that he was clear to pass me, but he didn't. He came up close behind me until there was no more than a bike length separating us. I gave it a little throttle and pulled away from him, but the Dodge sped up and closed the gap.

Every guy that rides has had an asshole like that do the same thing to them and we have all talked about what to do in a case like that. Some guys carry small chunks of iron in their pockets and some use gas caps. My solution was ball bearings. I'd get a heavy duty NSF bearing, cut the outer race and dump the roller bearings in a cup. When I got a cup full I'd put them in my pocket. I'd make two attempts to pull away and if the asshole still hung on behind me I'd take a handful of the bearings out of my pocket and toss them over my shoulder. It had the effect of a shotgun shot pattern when they hit the windshield of the car behind. I'd only done it once before and it had been as effective as hell.

I made the second attempt at pulling away and the jerk closed right up behind me again and I let him have the roller bearings. I saw him suddenly veer off the road to the right, jump a curb, run down a mailbox and then smack into a tree. Did I feel sorry? Fuck no! I twisted the throttle and put distance between us. 

When I got to Charlie's I told the guys about it and what I'd done and I saw a weird look come over Odette's face when I told them about the red Dodge. I didn't think anything of it and the group fired up their machines and we cranked on over to Cascade. It might have been my imagination, but Odette seemed to be hanging on tighter than usual.




Vickie



+++++++++++++++

Two days later when I got home from work there were three guys leaning on a pickup in front of my place. One was bandaged and I was betting he was the driver of the red Dodge and that he had brought a couple of friends.

I could have just driven away, but that would have just postponed things and truth be told I was curious as to why the shithead had been riding my ass. But I wasn't stupid. Three of them, even thought one was hurt, was still heavy odds. I kept a sawed off ball bat under the seat of my truck so I pulled it out and slid it under my belt and under my windbreaker.

I got out of the truck and walked toward my front door and the three of them moved to block my path. I stopped and the bandaged one said:

"You owe me a car motherfucker."

"Fuck you asswipe. You tailgate a bike rider and you deserve what you get"

"Oh yeah? Well I guess we will just see about that."

They moved toward me and I did what they didn't expect. When they moved toward me they expected me to back up, but instead I ran at them. I knew the bandaged guy was going to move the slowest so I went right at him and nailed him in the crotch with my knee while pulling out my bat and swinging it at the guy on my right. My surprise was total and the bat connected with his head before he could set up to defend himself and he went down like a pole-axed steer. I swung to face the third guy and saw him setting himself up. He moved into some kind of martial arts pose and said:

"What's with the bat dickhead? Afraid of a fair fight?"

"You come here three on one and you're talking fair fight?"

I moved toward him and he snapped a kick at me with his right leg. I took a step to the right and took the kick on my left side and dropped my left arm and pinned the guy's leg to my side. I took a step backwards pulling him with me and he had to hop off balance on one foot. I brought the bat down on his shoulder as hard as I could and he screamed and started to fall. I kicked him in the crotch, let the leg go and then spun to face the other two.

The one I'd smacked in the head was lying on the ground moaning and the bandaged guy was trying to get up. I raised the bat and moved toward him and he threw up an arm and said:

"No. Enough; enough already."

"Not near enough man. What the fuck is going on here. You tried to run me down the other night and now you are here tonight and I want to know what the fuck is going on."

"You're fucking my wife and you're pissed at me? I should have just taken a gun and shot your ass."

"Whoa up there. I am not fucking your wife. I don't even know who you are let alone who your wife is. I do know I'm not messing around with any married ladies. The only woman I have been with the last six months is my fiancée."

"You deny you are fucking Vickie?"

"My fiancée's name is Vickie, but I'm not fucking your wife Vickie."

"The hell you aren't. It cost me nine hundred dollars, but I've had a private detective following her. She's been with you. I've got the pictures and it damned sure is you that she is with."

I just stood there looking at him. He seemed so sure.

"Okay. Take your buddies home, get your pictures and come on back. It seems that we need to talk."

+++++++++++++++++++++

There was no doubt. It was me and it was Vickie in the pictures.

"This is your wife?"

"Yeah."

"It doesn't make sense. How does she explain being gone from you for three or four days at a time?"

"I'm not there. I drive for Murray Transport and my regular run is from here to Atlanta then to Detroit, Chicago, Milwaukee and then back here. I'm usually gone four days. How does she explain not seeing you for three or four days at a time?"

"She's a flight attendant and her trips are all three and four day trips."

"Bull! She's a secretary at Wayman Industries over on Oxnard."

"It still doesn't make sense. Why would she say yes and take my ring when I proposed if she is already married?"

"I don't have a clue."

+++++++++++++++++++++++

Tony swapped runs with another driver and he was sitting with me at the kitchen table when Vickie used her key and let herself in.

"Hi baby; I'm here."

"I'm in the kitchen."

Tony was sitting with his back to the doorway and he was wearing a hat and had the collar of his windbreaker turned up. There was no way Vickie could recognize him from the back. She came in through the doorway and then stopped when she saw I wasn't alone.

"We are playing gin. A hundred points is a game and he is whipping my butt. The winner gets to ask you a question."

"Ask me a question?"

Just then Tony gruffly said "Gin" and laid down his cards. "Damn!" I said, "You caught me with twenty-six. That's game so I guess you get to ask the question."

Tony turned in his seat and Vickie's face went pale when she saw who my visitor was.

"The question Victoria Marie is which one of us do you want?"

For several seconds she stood there looking like a deer caught in the on rushing headlights of a car and then she took a deep breath, set her purse down on the table and sat down on a chair.

"I want you both. I want you when you are home and I want Frank when you are gone."

"How could you do this Vickie? I thought you loved me."

"I do love you Tony."

"Then why did you do it?"

"I'm a woman who needs a lot of sex Tony and with you gone as much as you are I'm not getting it. I don't want one night stands or parking lot romances so I looked for a steady boyfriend to take care of me when you were gone."

"You plan on leaving me for him?"

"Good Lord no. Why would you think that?"

"He proposed, you said yes and took his ring."

"Not my smartest move. I should have said no, that I wasn't ready for marriage yet, but I was afraid if I said no I would lose him and he was just too perfect for me. I didn't want to start over looking for someone else."

I jumped in with, "What did you plan on doing when I started pressing for a date to tie the knot?"

"I would have come up with an excuse."

"So you never really loved me? I was just a toy to keep you occupied when Tony wasn't around?"

"Don't be silly Frank. Of course I loved you. Maybe not at the same level I love Frank, but you were not just a toy for me. I loved every minute we spent together. And it doesn't have to end. We can keep the same arrangement. It's a win/win for all of us."

"How do you figure that?" Tony asked. 

"Nothing has to change. I'm with you when you are home and I'm with Frank when you aren't."

This was between them so I just sat there, listened and kept my mouth shut.

"You can cheat on me, tell me that I can't satisfy you sexually and then expect me to go along with something like that?"

"I didn't say that you don't satisfy me. What I said was that I need more than I can get from you on the three days you are home. You are a fantastic lover honey, but I can't go four days without sex. I could if it was only occasionally, but not on a regular weekly basis. And it isn't just those four days. Six times this year you have gone on extended runs and I have had to go ten and twelve days without you. I can't do it. You haven't lost a thing honey. Your house is clean and as neat as a pin when you come home. I cook your favorite meals, I treat you like a king and I give you all the loving you want. All it is honey is that I take great care of you when you are home and I take care of myself when you are gone."

"Paint it with any brush you like Victoria; the bottom line is you were cheating on me."

"But it wasn't hurting us honey."

"It wasn't when I didn't know, but now I do. How do you think it is going to affect me now that I know? How do I handle running down the road a t night all alone in the cab of my truck thinking of you back here fucking another man? There may be some men who could do it, but I'm not one of them."

He got up and started to leave the room. "Where are you going?" Vickie asked.

"To the place where I stay between trips. I can't call it home any more thanks to you."

He walked away and I heard the front door open and then close. Vickie looked at me and said, "I can't stay baby. I need to go to him. I'll reason with him and it will work out. I just know it will" and she got up and left.

After the two of them were gone I sat there and pondered the situation. Vickie hadn't included me in her conversation with Tony. She more or less assumed that I was good to go with what she wanted, but was I? At that time I honestly didn't know. I went to bed to sleep on it. When I awoke the next morning I still didn't know where things were going. I did know that it would be two days before Tony left on his run and I doubted that I would see Vickie until he was gone.

+++++++++++++++++++

I called Charlie to see if the group had a run planned and was told that they did. I showed up at Charlie's at six and found most of the group already there. Odette walked over to me and said:

"I didn't expect to see you here tonight. Thought you would be spending the evening with your squeeze."

"She had some things to do tonight."

I looked around and didn't see any empty second seats. "Who do you ride with when I don't go on the runs?"

"Nobody. I stay home. Charlie doesn't trust anybody with me but you. I don't know why. Everybody but Charlie knows I flirt like hell with you and they all expect that one of these days you will fall for my charms."

"Yeah! Right! Get on."

As if to add emphasis to her statement about flirting her tits seemed to press harder into my back and her arms did seem tighter around my waist. We motored on over to Morestown and she did another one of her 'accidental' falls when she got off my bike and made sure that she rubbed my cock.

We drank some beer, shot some pool, tossed some darts and then cranked on home. Half way home Odette put her hand on my bulge (what did you expect with those tits stabbing me in the back) and squeezed as she said:

"I want it Frank. I really, really want it."

I began to wonder just how good her relationship was with Charlie.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++

I was wrong about not seeing Vickie until Tony left on his run. I dropped Odette off and the drove home to find Vickie waiting for me in the parking lot. She came up to me while I was throwing the tarp over the bike.

"Glad to see me baby?"

"Always, but I didn't expect you until Tony took off on his run."

"Tony left."

"I thought he didn't leave until the day after tomorrow."

"He didn't leave on his run. He left me. He says he's getting a divorce."

"Can you blame him after what you did to him?"

"I explained all that."

"Yes you did. You explained it from your point of view, but what on Earth made you think that he would see things your way? To him you were just being a cheating whore."

"Is that the way you see me?"

"Cheater yes; whore no."

"You think I'm a cheater?"

"Of course you are. You are married to Tony and you are fucking me. That is called cheating. Doesn't matter what kind of spin you put on it, it is still cheating."

"That your way of telling me that you don't want me either?"

"You are Tony's wife. You belong to him, not me. If I had known you were married when we met we never would have gotten anything going."

"How about when Tony divorces me?"

"I don't know Vickie; I really don't know. I loved you enough to propose and give you a ring, but you cheated on Tony so what would keep you from cheating on me?"

"Damn it Frank; I told you why I did it. If Tony had a job that kept him at home I never would have gotten together with you. It wouldn't happen to us because you don't have a travelling job. You have a stay at home job where we would always be together." 

"You never did answer the question the other night."

"What question?"

"Which one of us would you chose. None of that I want you both bullshit, but who would you chose, Tony or me?"

She looked away for a second and then she looked back at me and said:

"Tony."

"Then what the hell are you doing here? Go find Tony and fight for him."

After Vickie had gone I went inside, got a beer and then went outside to sit on my small patio porch. I was bummed. I knew I'd done the right thing, but that didn't make me feel any better. God knows that when I asked her the question I wanted her to say it was me and I felt like I'd been punched in the gut when she chose Tony. All I could do was wish her well and get on with my life.

++++++++++++++++++

I was so bummed that all I did was spend my nights in my condo, drink myself stupid and watching TV. If you asked me the next morning what I had watched on the TV I couldn't have told you. I had some calls from guys wanting to know if I wanted to go on a ride, but I said no to all of them. My life at that point was pretty much go to work, come home and spend the night feeling sorry for myself.

I spent a week in a funk and then one Friday evening just after I got home from work the doorbell rang. I opened the door and found Odette standing there. Over her shoulder I saw Charlie looking up at me from his bike. He gave me a 'thumbs up' and started his bike and rode away.

"I understand that you finally found out about Tony."

"You knew?"

"Yeah, I knew."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Can I come in or do I have to stay out here on the porch?"

I stepped aside so she could come in and I led her to the living room. She sat down on the couch, looked at me and said:

"I don't like raining on anybody's parade. I knew you would find out sooner or later or at least I hoped you would."

"Why would you hope that?"

"Oh come on Frank; you can't be that dense. I've pretty much shown you why since I've been riding with you. Nothing I did was accidental Frank."

"What about Charlie?"

"Charlie is my cousin. He was my way to stay close to you until I could make my move."

"Make your move? I don't understand."

"I saw you a while back and I liked what I saw. Once I found out you rode with Charlie I asked him to help me meet you. Before it could happen you hooked up with Vickie. I got all pissed off and Charlie told me that if I was really all that hot to meet you I should stick around because you and Vickie wouldn't last."

"How would Charlie know that?"

"He recognized Vickie when she went on a run with you in your truck. He knew her from company Christmas parties and picnics and he knew she was married to Tony. He works with Tony. Well maybe mot with, but they both work for the same company."

"Why didn't he tell me?"

"Same reason I didn't. People tend to stay clear of people who bring them bad news. Tony was nothing to Charlie, just some one he knew so why screw up a friend's fun. So Frank, now you are a free man and I'm here to put in my bid before I lose you to another Vickie."

"Why? You don't even know me."

"I know you well enough Frank. The more time I spent with you the more I knew you were the kind of guy I was looking for. The more I teased you and the harder you fought me so you could stay true to Vickie went even farther to convince me you were a man I wanted to get to know better. So what do you say Frank? Want to give it a try?"

"I don't know Odette. It is pretty tempting, but I was pretty wrapped up with Vickie and I'm not adjusting well to what happened. It may take me some time to get by it."

"I can help you Frank. We can date and I can keep you company."

I looked at her for several seconds and then I said, "How did you get here? Charlie's bike isn't set up for a rider."

"I rode on the fender and held on tight. I felt every crack, every pot hole and every bump in the road."

"Then you could probably use a stiff drink about now. Let's take a ride on over to Bud's Bar."

+++++++++++++++++++++

Odette did indeed keep me company. We dated over the next three weeks and though Odette made no bones about wanting to spend intimate time in my bedroom I couldn't bring myself to do it. I knew Vickie was history, but I still half hoped that she would show up at my door and tell me that she had decided on me after all.

My half hope was put to rest one night when I came home and found Tony sitting on my front steps. I opened the door, invited him in and gave him a beer. He took a long pull on the bottle and then said:

"I've no fucking idea why I'm here to ask you for advice, but for some strange weird assed reason it seems like the thing to do."

"Advice? About what?"

"About Vickie. She won't leave me alone. I moved out, told her I'm divorcing her, but she says she will fight it. She says she isn't letting me go over shit we can work past. The problem is that even though she stabbed me in the back I can't get her out of my mind. I miss her and I want her and I think about her all the time, but the bitch cheated on me."

"You don't need my advice. You just answered the only question that I could ask you."

"What's that?"

"The only question that matters. Do you love her? You just said you miss her, think about her all the time and want her. If that doesn't fit the definition of love I don't know what does."

"But she cheated on me."

"So what? You know why she did it and it wasn't because she didn't love you. She came over here the night you left her and I asked her to give me an honest answer to the question we asked her the night the three of us sat at this table. The night she said she wanted us both. I pinned her down and told her to answer the question - you or me. I sat there praying that she would say "You Frank" but she didn't. She said her choice was you and so I told her to get the hell out of here, find you and fight for you. She loves you. If you love her you can work it out. There will be some rough times and what she did is always going to be there, but if you love her as much as she seems to love you, you can make it work."

"But the sex thing is still going to be there."

"Does your truck have a sleeper cab?"

"Yeah."

"Tell her she has to quit her job, get a commercial driver's license and then take her with you as a co-driver."

"You think that might work?"

"What have you got to lose? I'll be honest here Tony. A large part of me doesn't want it to work out for you. I loved the woman enough to propose to her and it wouldn't upset me at all if she came back to me, told me that you two couldn't work it out and would I like to give her another chance. But it won't happen and I know it because the bottom line is that she loves you more than she loves me. You are the one she wants; not me."

He finished his beer, stood and offered me his hand, said "Thanks" and got up and left. I could read him like a book. He was on his way to "His" Vickie. I knew when the door closed behind him that my 'half hope' was as dead as a door nail. In a way it was a relief to know for sure and I knew it for sure and certain the next night when I got home from work. I'd just started my dinner when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello baby. Surprised to hear from me?"

"Very."

"I understand that I have you to thank for getting me into a new line of work."

"How's that?"

"I signed up at the Action Driving Academy. In two weeks I can take my drive test for my CDL with Tanker and Hazmat endorsements."

"I hear the sleeper cabs on the newer trucks are quite comfortable."

"Thank you baby and I mean that from the bottom of my heart."

"You're welcome Vickie. Just remember to keep the rubber side down."

"Take care baby; I'll never forget you."

"The same Victoria Marie; the same."

+++++++++++++++++++++++

Surprising me greatly I was eventually able to put Vickie behind me and develop a relationship with Odette. At first it was just a 'good buddy' type relationship for a while, but then one night when I took her home after an evening run and went to kiss her goodnight she grabbed the front of my shirt and said, "Enough of this silly shit" and pulled me down on the floor, sat astraddle me and started undressing me. It never occurred to me to fight her off.




Vickie



Once she had me stripped she stood up and took off her clothes. Naked she was every bit as spectacular as I had thought she might be the first night Charlie had asked me to let her ride with me. I was flat on my back on the floor with my cock pointing straight up like the Washington Monument when Odette lowered herself onto me and took me inside her and after that it was one very long evening that progressed from the living room floor to the bedroom. When at last I couldn't respond any more I started to get up and get dressed she pulled me back down and said:

"This is your place. You belong here next to me now."

We fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

Over the next several months our relationship flowered to the point where Odette asked me to move in with her. I laughed and said that would be silly and her face started to cloud up until I said:

"Why should I move into a rented apartment with you when you can move in with me in a condo that I own?"

There followed another night I'll never forget.

Odette did move in with me and four months later we were married in front of a Justice of the Peace with Charlie and the other riders from our group as witnesses.

+++++++++++++++++++

Following that last phone call from Vickie I never heard from her or Tony again, but I did see them once. On our first wedding anniversary I took Odette out for dinner and dancing. We stopped at The Pit after dinner and I no sooner walked in the door than I turned around and said:

"Not here. The band sounds like shit. Let's go over to the Black Mushroom."

The band hadn't been bad at all, but on the dance floor I saw Vickie and Tony dancing cheek to cheek. It seems that they had beaten the odds and had put things back together. I wasn't sure what seeing me would do, but there was a chance that the sight of me would spark memories that Tony could well do without and possibly ruin their evening so I got out before it could happen.

"I didn't think they sounded that bad" Odette said as we walked to the truck.

"To me they sounded a little off and tonight is our special night and it has to be perfect."

Odette smiled, gripped my hand tight and said:

"That's my guy."



Vickie



Though everyone working in the library referred to him as "old Saunders", the head of the staff was really no such thing. He was in his late forties. He was strong and robust looking, with sexy grey hair speckling his temples. He looked more like a successful businessman than a head librarian, and only his wire-rimmed glasses gave him a faintly intellectual air.

He was stern, and he didn't appear to have much of a sense of humor to those who came in contact with him. Not many people did, of course, and this probably added to his reputation. As far as Vickie had heard, he only called people into his office when he was displeased with them and wanted to dress them down or fire them. He never, to her knowledge, called in people for a pleasant chat.

But she tried to cheer herself up with the notion that few people really knew what old Mr. Saunders was all about. She was nervous, she couldn't pretend she wasn't, but she tried to concentrate on the positive aspects of her past employment. She'd been a good librarian, efficient and thorough. She'd never been late, and until this week had hardly had a day off. Maybe she was going to be an exception.

Maybe she was going to be called into his office for a friendly talk.

Deep down she felt that this wasn't so, but she ignored the feelings. She worked steadily through the afternoon and was tapping on Mr. Saunders' door several minutes before the appointed time. She wanted to get it over with.

"Come in, Vickie, my dear," Mr. Saunders welcomed as she stood in the open doorway. "Take a seat. I'd like to talk to you."

She moved across the room, surprised that he even knew her first name, let alone was friendly enough to use it. In all the time she'd worked here, she couldn't recall him once addressing her by her first name. She couldn't remember him ever speaking to her, period, in fact, after the initial interview he had given her. And that had been so long ago. She couldn't recall what he had said.

He stood up as she entered. While she slipped into a seat in front of his desk and collected her thoughts, he turned his back on her and stared out the window. His office was spacious and pleasant, with big plants in the corners. On his large desk was a clutter of papers.

He suddenly spun around, stepped beside the desk, then sat on its edge, facing her. His long legs were spread out on either side of her, and she found herself gazing at his crotch. He had his hands in his pockets, but now he pulled them out and planted them on his thighs. He leaned over and spoke very softly.

"You've been with us a while now, haven't you, Vickie?" he queried pleasantly, staring into her big blue eyes.

"Yes, I have..." she murmured, suddenly very shy in front of him. His presence was a little overwhelming. She heard her heart pounding softly.

"And this week you've been away, and you've seemed so distracted," he went on, reaching out to caress her cheek with his fingertips. "Why is that?"

"I... I'm not sure..." she lied, suddenly quite embarrassed under his steady stare.

"Could it be too much cock?" he persisted, quite matter-of-factly. "Could the reason you're so distracted be your involvement with cocks this past little while?"

Vickie's heart lurched. So that asshole Frye had told on her after all! Or was it Donald? Who knew? Old Saunders had her number, that's all that mattered right now. Somehow he'd found out about her fuck sessions in the library. Maybe he even had spies all over the place. Maybe Frye or Donald hadn't told on her after all.

"I know how it is for young girls, especially young girls working in libraries and places like that. It can all get so boring, can't it? Among all those books, I mean. I can understand how a pretty young girl would get so bored and frustrated."

What was he getting at? she wondered. Just what in hell was he getting at? And he was looking at her so strangely! His eyes were lit up so! It was as if he was seeing her for the first time.

"What do you think of this?" he asked. Suddenly he was snapping at his fly, wriggling out the limp snake of his pink cock. He held it in his hand as if he were asking her to look over a passage in a book. His prick looked like a huge hunk of salami in his fist.

"Mr. Saunders! I don't know what to say!" she began, staring at his cock in fascination. "It's nice. I mean... it's a fine-looking cock..."

"Of course it's a fine-looking cock! It's one of the finest-looking cocks you'll ever see! But does anyone ever see it, in this Godforsaken library? Never! I never get to use it! I'm the head of a fucking library, so everyone thinks I'm sexless!"

Vickie glanced at his face quickly. Was this guy nuts? She thought he'd invited her here to fire her, and instead he was showing her his cock.

"You've no idea how long I've watched you from afar, Miss Vickie! Ever since you first came here! I've been too shy to do anything, of course. I always thought you were such a virginal little girl. But after what I saw you do last week, and with all those different men! Well, I decided I couldn't miss out on the fun! I decided since everyone else was fucking you, I deserved a piece of the action too!"

Vickie stared at him in disbelief. For a moment she didn't understand what he was talking about. Then she opened her mouth slowly. "How did you know... How did you see..."

"There's nothing I don't see in this library. I'm all over the place. Everywhere. Though I keep out of sight, naturally. Last week I saw you fucking some guy between the stacks. Then I saw you later in the week in the basement with one of our own employees. It was great. I enjoyed every minute of it."

Vickie was surprised he didn't mention the session with Donald. But then that had been in the broom closet. Even Mr. Saunders couldn't have gotten a front row seat for that little episode! She stared at him dumbly. Then she glanced at the limp snake of his cock in his fist. He was priming it slowly, and his prick was growing steadily, pointing at her.

"What... what do you want me to do?" she asked sweetly. "I'm not sure I understand." Her huge eyes drifted from his face to his cock, then back again.

"Well, I haven't quite decided yet. First of all, you can take my cock in your hand. That'll be a start. I'll think of what I want to do as we go along."

He followed her movements as she reached for his gnarled cock with her long cool fingers. She tilted his cock up toward her and began a slow easy, pumping on it with her hand. Then she stared up at his face to see what he wanted done next. She suddenly seemed very young and innocent there in her boss' office.

"Do you want me to suck you off?" she asked. "I'll suck you off if you like."

"Maybe later. Just jerk me off for now. Your hand feels real good on my cock."

He sat there on the edge of his desk, quite content to let her pull on his swelling prick with her slender fingers. He appeared to be in no hurry at all, as if he had all the time in the world. He lodged his hands in his pockets again and simply stared at her, studying her gorgeous face as she jerked off his cock.

Vickie grew slightly self-conscious under his gaze. It felt so strange. This man was the head of the library, the symbol of authority for her. And here she was yanking on his growing erection. He was straddling the corner of his desk, his long legs spread on either side of her, his pink cock pumping in her fist. It just didn't feel right, somehow.

"Open up my pants," he instructed.

She did as she was told, allowing his prick to sway as she fumbled for his belt clasp and pants top. His prick loomed out like a wet rocket, pointing at her face. His cock was more than half-erect now, its domed head shining brightly. As she pulled down his pants and shorts, she bent his prick down beneath the elastic. Then it snapped back violently against his belly as she tugged his clothes farther down his thighs.

"Careful, you stupid slut!" he complained, watching his prick vibrate back and forth in front of him. He had lifted up a fraction off the desk to let her pull down his pants. Now, instead of sitting back down, he decided to remain standing. Once she'd succeeded in pulling his clothes to the floor, he moved in even closer.

Vickie finished untangling his pants and shorts from his legs and turned up her lovely face to await more instructions. But she was suddenly confronted by the colossal spike of his prick just inches from her face. Before she had time to respond, he began slapping his hardening cock back and forth across her face, patting each of her cheeks in turn with stinging blows. She winced and tried to draw back.

"Stay where you are, whore!" he growled, his erection slapping across her face. "Don't fucking move an inch!"

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" Vickie closed her eyes in self-defense. He wasn't hurting her. There was only so much force he could get behind his swinging prick. But she was taken aback with shock. She just hadn't expected him to start slapping her with his hard-on!

"You like that, cunt? You like that?" he went on, whacking her face with his cock. His prick made soft rapping sounds on her face.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Vickie answered. It felt so strange! How could she like it?

He was suddenly grabbing her behind her neck with a strong hand, pulling her closer to him, rubbing the head of his cock against her pretty face. He smeared seeping pre-cum juices on her skin, leaving clear trails of wetness on her cheeks and along her nose. She was forced to shut her eyes as he began rubbing his cockhead against her eyelids and over her forehead.

"Feels so nice! Feels so nice to rub my cock into your sweet little whore face!" he groaned, circling his cock around and around on her skin. "You're so beautiful! I don't believe how beautiful you are! What a face! What a fucking face!"

Vickie sat in her chair in front of him and let him do as he liked, tilting up her face so that he could smear his cock onto her. Well, whatever turned him on! It was something she often liked to do herself, smear a guy's cock all over her face. Hadn't she done it with Donald in the broom closet?

Her face shook on a shiny coating as the juices seeping from his cockhead clung to her skin. The thin film dried quickly and the stuff felt tight across her features. She wondered how long this would go on. She was curious to know if he would fuck her or what. She felt herself getting wet between her legs.

"Come here," he said suddenly, backing off from her and gripping her wrist. He was pulling her up out of her seat, twisting her around, laying her down over the corner of the desk. He cradled her head and neck in his strong hand, tilted her back till her face was upside down beneath him and her lovely platinum hair was cascading to the floor.

"Ungh!" Vickie grunted, caught completely off guard.

"Gonna fuck your face! Gonna cram my hard cock into that sweet little mouth of yours and fuck it till you scream!" he gloated, thrusting his prick forward. His granite-hard cockhead scraped up along her cheek and poked her in the eye as it searched for her mouth.

Vickie tried to settle comfortably on the cluttered desk top, spreading her legs out on either side and gripping the edges with her hands. She let her head fall back onto his supporting palms and opened her mouth obligingly, figuring the best thing to do was help him out before he hurt her. His fat cockhead plowed between her lips and across her tongue.

"Ggglllmmmnnnn!" she slobbered, her mouth suddenly full of hard cock.

He thrust forward harshly, driving his cockhead deep into her throat with one lunge. His dangling balls flopped crazily against her nose. Her cheeks ballooned hugely. She began to snort loudly.

"Gonna fuck your mouth! Gonna fuck your face!" he raved, beginning a steady in-and-out motion with his hips. His spit-slick cock drove in and out of her ravaged lips. His prick glistened brightly each time it cleared her mouth.

Vickie stayed absolutely still, fearful that he'd do her some damage if she moved so much as an inch. His balls smacked against her nose again and again, and she tried to adjust her breathing so that she could snort in air whenever his hairy sac swung away from her. For some reason she kept her eyes open, watching his swaying balls.

"What a hot little bitch! What a cocksucking slut!" he wailed, starting to fuck her mouth in earnest. He let go of her head and neck now, forcing her to support herself. He planted his hands on her tit mounds. He mauled and mangled them through her dress, kneading her full globes.

Vickie's mind raced. Who would believe it? All this time she'd thought Mr. Saunders to be a grim, sexless, middle-aged intellectual, and here he was, naked to the waist, fucking his thick cock in and out of her mouth! This certainly was a different side to him! Underneath he was just as kinky as everyone else!

Saunders sawed his cock in and out of her mouth, forcing her ragged lips to accept his stone-hard erection. He moved faster and faster, pistoning his prick back and forth madly. His ass cheeks were a blur of motion. They flexed and pumped and twitched beneath his shirt-tails.

"Gglllggglll!" Vickie moaned, her head spinning. It was so difficult to keep her neck aligned without any support. The back of her neck was tense and sore. She clenched his thighs.

"Such tits! Such gorgeous fucking tits!" he chanted. "We'll save them for later! We'll save your tits for later! Then we can really have some fun, yes sir!"

Later? What did he mean? How long was this going to last? Did he plan to keep on using her after he'd shot off down her throat? Was he going to fuck her afterward maybe? Perhaps he wouldn't come in her mouth at all. He might pull out before he came and stick his cock somewhere else!

"I think I'm gonna come soon! I think I'm gonna come!" he said bucking his cock back and forth insanely. Sweat was pouring down his face and dripping from his chin.

Vickie moaned. She wished it was over. She wished he'd come and be finished.

One of her hands left his thigh and waved about aimlessly in the air for a moment. Then she found what she was looking for. Her fingers closed around the swinging sac of his balls and she squeezed tightly. No reason why she should be the only uncomfortable one! How did he like having a fist gripping his balls!

"Aaannnggghhh!" he grunted, clenching his eyes shut. He'd been ready to come. The jism in his nuts was sizzling.

Vickie felt tremors in his balls. His pouch was quaking in her fist. And suddenly his movements became jerky and uncontrolled, and she knew he was coming. She breathed deeply, tried to concentrate, to prepare herself for the deluge to come. She only hoped she could take it.

"I'm coming! Ohhh, you hot little slut, I'm coning in your mouth!" he roared, throwing back his head. He pistoned back and forth, and his cock gleamed each time it withdrew from her face.

Great sticky wads of jism blasted down Vickie's throat, shooting to her stomach in a flash. It was like being force-fed raw eggs. Again and again and again, her mouth was being filled with steaming paste.

"Gggggglllulggggg!" she gurgled, swallowing rapidly, her neck bobbing with the effort.

"Down your throat! Down your cocksucking throat! All my jism! All my steaming hot jism!" Saunders croaked, shooting out gout after gout of cream.

Vickie's mouth was being pumped full of scalding spunk. Her cheeks ballooned, and white streamers spurted from her mouth. Trails of cum slithered toward her eyes, all silver and gleaming. Strings of cum dripped from his plunging cock and stuck to her face.

"Ggggglllllggggg!" she slobbered, trying desperately to clear her mouth of cum. Her tits heaved and rolled with the effort. Her pretty neck bobbed.

His prick spat out bolt after bolt of the stuff, clogging her throat. And each time he drove forward, he plowed great thick wads of it before him, clear into her spasming gullet. The overflow backed up and splashed from the corners of her shining mouth.

"Eat it all down, that's a good girl!" he encouraged, drilling his cock between her spunk-slick lips. "Swallow all my hot jizz! Suck it to your belly! It's good for you! It's very nutritious!"

Vickie tried her best. Her fist clutched his balls, and she squeezed and tugged at his sac, pumping up the scalding cum. Just how much of the sizzling cum did he have backed up in him anyway? He was spurting quarts of the hot stuff!

"Gggggglllllggggg!" she croaked.

"What a hot little cocksucker! What a mean little cocksucker I've had working for me all this time! And I never knew it! Well, things are going to be different, from now on, huh, slut? From now on I'm going to take advantage of my hot-pants librarian! She's going to suck me off at every opportunity, isn't she? Starting tonight, right? Starting tonight at a hot little party I've arranged! You can suck cock there to your heart's content!"

Vickie wondered vaguely what he was talking about, but she didn't have much time to worry about it. She was far too busy sucking down quarts of cum. She finally had her throat half cleared and was able to swallow the last few spurts of spunk without much effort. It seemed to be over at last. His balls were finally emptying.

"How about it, little whore? How about a cocksucking party tonight? You'll be the guest of honor. You can eat all the cum you want!"

Vickie's head jerked under his last few thrusts and she began to lick his cockshaft clean of jism.

"Gggggggllllhlllggggggg!" she moaned contentedly.

The End



Vickie Enslaved



The phone rang. 

Vickie trembled, knowing it was Charlie on the line, and knowing full well why He was calling her.

"H-hello?"

"vickie?"

"Yes, Sir."

"are you ready, girl?"

"-- - yes, Sir."

"you will shower, shave and perfume yourself. you have 10 minutes."

The line went dead; no goodbye, no explanation, no room for questions. vickie had never been so frightened and excited at one time in her life. Nervous sweat oozed out of her pores and her hands shook as she hurried to the bathroom to do as she had been told.

She rushed through her ablutions, scared to be late for His call; knowing that tardiness would be unacceptable to Him. The first ring clamored into silence as she was exiting the bathroom; a second following on its heels before she could reach the phone. 

"Hel—"

"shut up, bitch. you were late. no excuses."

"Yes, Sir."

"you will put on the flower print cotton sundress I sent you and a pair of open toe sandals. Nothing else. No bra, no panties, no stockings. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir." 

"When you are dressed, you will get in your car and drive to the Wal Mart in Bay Minette. You will park in the corner furtherest from the store and wait in for Me in your car. you have 45 minutes."

Again the line disconnected. vickie fairly flew to her closet to find the dress He had given her. she fumbled for her sandals and slid her feet into them as she slipped the dress over her head. It fell down her body like a spring breeze, brushing against her curves as it fell into place. her brush fairly flew through her full, red locks, taming it into a semblance of order as she grabbed her purse and rushed out the door to her car. 33 minutes remained.

vickie sped toward Bay Minette, hoping that no policeman stopped her on her way... Luck and the gods were with her as she turned into the parking lot with a scant 2 minutes to spare.  she parked. No other vehicle was near her. Time passed. The 2 minutes, then 5, then 7. she dreaded the thought that she might have misunderstood Him in her panic. That He might have meant a different corner of the lot, or a different store, or that He might have changed His mind...

An older model Bronze Chevrolet pickup rolled toward her spot. It turned into a space two slots over, between her car and the store and came to a stop. The driver's door opened, a man exited and walked toward her car, leaving his door open. 

It was He! she had only thought she was nervous before. her heart pounded in her chest; her knees were weak; she was shaking like an aspen leaf in a strong wind. He opened her door.

"Don't say a word. you will speak when I tell you you can." 

He dropped something in her lap. It was a black leather dog collar, padded and about ½" wide. 

"Put it on." she did, though she didn't know how she managed it with her hands trembling so. 

When she had the collar in place around her neck, Charlie grasped her hair firmly in His right hand and pulled her head sharply back. With His left, he clipped a short chain leash to the D ring on her collar.

Abruptly, he stood up. "Give me your purse and keys; get out of your car, turn to face it, put your hands behind your back."

vickie did as she was told, and felt the bite of a plastic tie wrap as it cinched her wrists together.

"Come with Me." Jerking her chain, Charlie led vickie back to the driver side door of His truck. He tossed her purse into the back seat, pocketed her keys then pushed her roughly forward, pinning her chest against the seat. He pressed her head down, grabbed her leash and snubbed it off on something on the floor of the truck. 

she couldn't move, the collar and leash had her tied so tightly to the floor that she could barely breathe. Abject terror coupled with wild lust ran through her body as she felt her dress being lifted and thrown over her back, leaving her bare ass exposed to the world. 

she gasped as she felt the touch of leather on her ass, then bit back a scream as He whistled the belt through the air and planted it firmly on her bare flesh. Five times the belt tore into her ass; five times she suppressed a scream. 

"you will NEVER be late to answer my calls again, understand, bitch?"

vickie sobbed and said nothing. Again the belt cut into her ass. "Answer Me, cunt."

"No, Sir, I won't be late again. I promise."

"I know you won't."

He put his hand on her ass, gently, then bent and kissed her ass cheek softly.

Vickie felt His hand exploring her ass... her pussy fairly throbbed for attention, but He ignored it, pulling her dress back into place.

Charlie reached over her body to unclip the leash, then jerked her to her feet and led her around to the passenger side of the truck. He opened the door, then walked around to His side. "Find a way to get in, bitch." 

He climbed into His seat and waited. Vickie struggled with getting into the high seat of the truck with no hands to help her up, not having much success until Charlie reached across and grabbed her leash and pulled her into the truck by the collar, nearly choking her in the process. He leaned across her body, pressing against her with his right side, to grab the handle on her door and slam it shut, then buckled her into the seat.

"Tell Me the way to your house, bitch."

vickie started to give Him directions to her house. 

"STOP, bitch. One direction at a time. Just tell me which road to take now, then adequate warning for turns and stops, understood?

"Yes, Sir. Please turn right out of the lot." 

"Better."

They drove. His silence during the drive was maddening to vickie. she wanted Him to talk, to tell her something, ANYTHING. she was terrified of Him, and drawn to Him with an indescribable emotional force of lust, curiosity, fear and anger. she had no idea what He was going to do to her; well, that was not strictly true. He HAD told her some of the things he enjoyed doing with/to His bitches, and she HAD eagerly volunteered to be His bitch. her head swam with the possibilities...

Finally they arrived at her home. vickie was trembling all over. she had no idea what was going to happen to her, but whatever it was, was going to begin soon. He turned the truck into her driveway, pulled up near the house and stopped. He reached over, released her seatbelt and then exited the truck. 

she watched as He walked slowly around the truck to her side...the door opened. He grasped her leash and jerked firmly.... She stumbled exiting the truck, but He did not catch her fall, instead he yanked upward on the leash to hold her upright. Still no words from him.

He took a handful of her hair in his fist and pulled her toward the back of the truck, but not all the way back.... They stopped next to the tool box in the bed. He shoved her head forward until her chin was resting on the box, and then clipped a climber's carabineer to her collar and an eye-bolt protruding from the tool box. vickie was immobilized, terrified and horribly embarrassed at being tethered to a truck in her driveway where her neighbors might see her.

she soon discovered that she had only thought she was embarrassed. Charlie stepped behind her, firmly grasped the spaghetti strap on the left side of her dress...then ripped it off...He repeated his action on the right. Then yanked the dress down her body, leaving her naked and the dress in a puddle around her feet. 

vickie could feel the blood rising in her face. she was mortified to say the least. Visions of her neighbors looking out their windows and seeing her hogtied naked in public raced into her head and refused to leave.

Charlie ambled slowly up to the front door. He took His own sweet time getting her keys out and fumbling through them to find the appropriate one. To vickie, it seemed forever; she could not see where He was. For all she knew, He had just walked away from her, leaving her like this until some passerby took pity on her.

vickie trembled with a torrent of emotions, not the least of which was lust... her nipples were achingly erect and she could feel the slickness of the nectar of her pussy between her thighs. she felt one of His hands on the back of her head... the other she saw out or the corner of her eye as it reached under her neck to free the collar from its attachment to the tool box.

"Come with Me, bitch." 

she complied, having no choice in the matter as He was keeping the leash short and tight. They climbed the steps onto the porch and approached the front door which He opened.  He entered the house, vickie in tow and shut the door behind them. 

"On your knees, bitch."

vickie hesitated slightly, trying to decide how she was going to kneel without falling with no help from her hands. Too long.... She had taken too long... His hand shot across the space between them and grabbed her hair. He jerked her forward by the hair until she lost her balance, then pulled sharply downward forcing her to crash to her knees. Not releasing her hair, He slapped her sharply across the face with his free hand.

"When I tell you to do something, it means right now. Do I have your attention yet, cunt?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Stay right here. Do not move."

"Yes, Sir." Another slap shocked her face.

"you were not told to speak, bitch. Remain silent until you are told."

He left the house, leaving the door open.... vickie could not see out of the door from where she was, but she heard Him walking across the porch, then down the steps. There was a sound, as of a door opening, then other sounds, like He was rummaging around looking for something. A truck door slammed shut .... Steps again approaching, the house door closing, the sound of a deadbolt being thrown.

Once again, He came into her view. In one hand He held her purse, which he casually flipped to the sofa. The other hand held a black briefcase, which He placed on the end table next to the sofa and opened.

He extracted from the case a set of cloverleaf nipple clamps and approached her. she was eager to feel His hands on her body, even if, no especially if, those hands were bringing her erotic pain. He did not disappoint... He lifted the heft of her left breast in His right hand...then pinched her nipple, hard, between his thumb and his third finger. She gasped. His look told her that another such sound would bring punishment down on her. 

He opened a clamp .... Then placed it around her left nipple and closed it slowly, just firm enough to hold it in place. ... His actions were repeated for her right breast... this time; she was able to suppress her gasp of pain/pleasure when he pinched her. Both clamps were now in place, not too tight, but tight enough to hold.... 

vickie breathed a sigh of relief... the clamps were not too bad...nice, in fact... a dull ache that translated easily into lustful pleasure. He reached for the chain connecting the clamps. She knew what was coming, but could not escape. ... His hand closed on the chain. .. she froze .... He jerked sharply down and vickie could not stop her scream from escaping. Another tug .... Again she screamed.  

He took her leash in his hand and jerked her to her feet. ...she was quickly passing from lust to terror as He slapped her again. He dragged her into the kitchen, where he shoved her against the counter in front of the sink and pushed her head down hard, forcing her to bend at the waist with her face over the sink. With a quick and practiced hand, He tied her leash to the faucet, and then backed away from her.

She heard the sound of a zipper, then felt Him step up behind her. ... "Spread'em, bitch." He gave her an assist by kicking her ankles apart until her feet were more than shoulder width apart. vickie was crying. she didn't think she wanted to play this game anymore. He showed no sign of caring. 

When she was spread, He grabbed two handfuls of her hair and pulled Himself sharply forward, His now exposed cock slamming into her pussy. He pounded her mercilessly, each thrust harder and deeper than the one before, every thrust accompanied by a fierce pulling of her hair. When He was finished, He stepped back, then walked away, leaving her sobbing and chained to the sink.

vickie didn't know how long she had been there. It could have been an hour; it could have been only 10 minutes. ... It seemed an eternity. she was tied, helpless, violated, raped. The counter was uncomfortable against her body. The sink offered no place to rest her head. The tie wrap holding her wrists was chafing her, maybe even tearing the skin. There was no one there to comfort her, no one to release her. 

From time to time she heard Him rummaging around in the house behind her; perhaps carrying things in and out. Once, He had turned on the TV, but only for a minute before turning it off again. vickie didn't know whether she wanted Him to come back, and perhaps rape her again, or to leave her here, where Renea could find her in the morning. she only knew that she had never been more frightened in her life. Or ... truth be told ... more aroused.

vickie heard Him re-enter the kitchen...once more he stepped up behind her. resigned, she spread her legs, expecting him to once again rape her... but his hand reached for her pussy, not her hair. she was relieved; but only until he used that hand to gather moisture from her cunt and use it to lube the entry to her ass. 

Again He grabbed her hair with both hands. Again, He jammed his engorged cock into her body, but this time into her ass. He pounded her furiously; fucking her ass hard and deep until she felt Him cum again, and again He walked away, leaving her tired, aching, sore and violated.

More time passed. Maybe she cried. she may have even slept a little, she wasn't sure, she didn't remember. her whole world consisted of the ache of her nipples from the clamps, the chafing of her wrists by the tie wrap, the fatigue of her legs and back from her awkward position and the dull throb in her raped ass and pussy.

vickie was startled into awareness by the sound of footsteps approaching her. she cringed against the sink in the dread that it might be He again ... or that it might NOT be He, she was no longer certain which it was. 

It was Charlie. He pressed against her and leaned over, unclipping the leash from her collar. He pulled her upright by her hair, and turned her around. He reached for the nipple clamps again and she cringed. But he did not pull the chain; instead releasing the clamps, which brought a rapid rush of blood back into her nipples; at the same time excruciatingly painful and wonderfully erotic. 

"To your knees, bitch."

vickie dropped instantly. she could see that He was naked, His cock again erect, as He stood in front of her.

"Suck my dick, cunt."

She leaned slightly forward to take His cock into her mouth. He let her lick and suck as she chose for a minute, then she felt his hands around her head...at first passive, then grabbing fistfuls of hair. He skull fucked her. No gentle, loving blowjob, this. It was not what He desired from her now. He wanted to rape her mouth hard. And He did; pounding into her throat deep enough to gag her on every stroke, without regard for her comfort. Finally He reached His limit, and vickie felt His semen rushing into her mouth and throat. She choked and gagged, as He was still holding His cock in her throat. When His orgasmic spasms stopped He withdrew from her mouth and stepped back.

He took her face firmly in one hand, leaned over and kissed her passionately.

"Now, girl" He said, standing again, "you ARE my bitch."



Vickie Holzgraff



PART I

Jerry Simms was a rather shy and bashful young man of 24 years of age in 1968 when he entered the Navy to fulfill his military obligation for the Viet Nam War. Jerry was also six feet two inches in height and weighed 175 pounds. Jerry had come from a family of people who had always answered the call to duty to serve in the military in times of war. The difference, Jerry had broke tradition with the rest to serve in a naval service. All the rest had always served in the Army. Jerry wasn't one to keep traditions well, although his ideal was to be as his great--grandfather who had served in the Civil War on the side of the Confederacy as an officer. 

He was originally supposed to go to the Great Lakes Training Naval Training Center in the Chicago area, however, due to the increased demand for fresh trainees fortunately he was sparred the bitter cold weather of the Great Lakes Region and sent to San Diego California instead. Needless to say the military was a cultural shock to a country boy who had been born and raised in the Ouchita Mountians of Arkansas in the 1950's. California was a metropolitan and cosmopolitan region with masses of people of all ethnic backgrounds and persuasions.

Upon completion of Navy Boot Camp (complete with a culture shock of it's own) again things went "strange." Jerry had the dubious distinction of being selected to Hospital Corpsman class A School. Not that the nature of the selection had at that time had occurred to him, not at least the nature of what it was that corpsmen did or went for assignments after completion of the school. All selected for the various schools were usually sent to a holding barracks to be used in such grand tasks as painting, mess duty in the local naval kitchens called in the Navy as "Galley's," cleaning up general messes on base, mowing the grass, and other glorious assignments. Such was not the case here. Jerry was assigned temporarily to one of the Navy's Fast Frigates, which was in port for refitting and replenishment. 

In 1968 enlisted men in the Navy did not have the privilege that officers had to keep their civilian clothes in the barracks and on ships. Most kept their civilian clothing in locker clubs in San Diego. It was dictated by Navy Regulations that all enlisted men must go on liberty in dress uniform that lead to the necessity of the locker club industry in naval cities such as Norfolk, San Diego, San Francisco and the like. It was also this requirement that caused Jerry to be in the Navy Exchange on that Saturday morning in early May. In fact Jerry's hair style was still in the bur style because he had been out of boot camp only one week and had weekend liberty. No watches for two whole days, and no having to check in with the Officer of the Deck on the ship he'd been assigned to. In addition, he had just been paid all of the back pay he had not received in boot camp for two months. He had a whopping sum of $130. to last him for two weeks until the next pay and for his E-3 pay to catch up with him. Jerry decided to visit the men's department for some slacks and shirts to dress in while on liberty.

Having just purchased three pairs of slacks and three matching shirts (something his mother had always insisted he do) Jerry was in a rush to get to the locker club to change into his new clothing and see the sites of Sunny California. There was a whole new world for which a young man—still a boy in heart—to see. Not to mention scenic Broadway in San Diego with all of it's "attractions." He rushes out of the men's department and makes a sudden right turn into a wall of boxes to crash into something for which he had no idea whom it was. Now boxes are all over the floor and in the isle, the men's department on both sides of the isle. In addition to that standing in front of him is a petite young blonde Woman Marine of approximately five feet five inches in height, dressed in uniform, in Charilies (a green skirt, kakhi blouse, hat, shoes and stockings). You know the type, blonde hair, pale blue eyes, pale skin and crimson from her ankles to her head. Livid with anger from just completed her Christmas shopping in early May of various and sundry items from ceramics to clothing only to have some inconsiderate twit sailor come crashing into her. As angry as she was, Jerry was just as embarrassed and speechless, not just from the blunder he had just made but from the beauty of the young W.M. whom he had just crashed into. It took approximately one minute before he could regain his speech, and for the shapely W.M. to regain her composure. 

"I hope you know that you've probably just broke all of my Christmas presents I've spent all morning shopping for." She shouted at him with a distinctly northern accent. By now he feels that a shallow crack in the floor would be appropriate for him to crawl into as he now feels less than one inch in height. " I…I…I'm sorry ma'am!" He stutters with a thick southern drawl, hands shaking and knees quivering for some reason, which he can't explain. He has caused such accidents in the past but now his insides are as jelly shaking. His hands and forehead are perspiring and he feels his heart in his throat thumping a jungle rhythm which he's never heard before. "Don't call me ma'am. I'm not an officer; I'm a Corporal!" She exclaims hotly. "Y..Y..Yes ma'am!" He stumbles out again. "What's the use?" She asked as she throws up her hands in exasperation still ruberant in complexion. "Just help me pick up this mess you've caused and get the hell out of my way." She says as she realizes that he really didn't mean to be so clumsy yet still trying to retain her anger for effect.

Jerry now nervously in on his knees gathering boxes from the isle and stacking all the smaller ones on the larger one. When finished, the height of the boxes are close to three feet tall and all are heavy. He looks up at her starting at the ankles involuntarily and raising his vision from there to her no longer livid complexion. "She's got the shapeliest pair of legs I've ever seen." He thinks to himself. "Could I carry these for you?"

"After all they are heavy, and we could go over to the Gedunk and I'll get you a hamburger and a coke." He exclaims. "That will give you time to check out your boxes and see if anything is broken. If it is, then I'll pay for it." He tells her.

Not knowing whether to accept or not and not knowing how to remain angry which she can't explain why, she takes him up on his offer. "I guess it couldn't hurt, after all it is close to lunch time and I am hungry, but don't get any ideas. I saw you starring at my legs." She says, voice full of retort trying to maintain the effect, as she takes him up on his offer. "After all, he is trying to make amends." She thinks. With that he picks up the packages, which are heavy even for an Arkansas farm boy, and carries them to the exchange dining room. A corner booth is empty and to her looks rather romantic so she chooses the corner booth. As they are sitting there with food and drink, she commences to look through the boxes nervously as her hands tremor—he notices. Her hands are now trembling and fumbling through the inner packing paper as she searches for any broken ceramic figurines. 

As the two sit, he is silent and eats nervously, most of the time his mouth is dry and he couldn't "spit if the building were on fire." He thinks to himself. His food is tasteless and the cola drink has no flavor to him. She continues to search through the same boxes over and over again, rustling paper and not really looking at the contents of the boxes as she says, "Oh, I forgot to check this one." As she briefly looks the contents of the box and then looks at him while she rambles on, dropping little hints to him for which he doesn't pick up on. "You'll have to excuse me maam, I really don't know how to talk with women that good." Jerry says in the thick hills drawl where he was raised. "I never was taught how to talk much especially to women. Just mostly how to work. I growed up on the farm in Arkansas." He drawled. "I noticed that." She declared crisply in her distinct Pennsylvania accent.

"Do you know how to ask a girl out?" She asked him as she surprised herself not knowing why she would be so bold as to make such a suggestion. After all a girl from Pennsylvania Dutch country usually didn't make such proposals. It wasn't proper that a proper girl ask a boy. It was the boy's duty to ask the girl where she lived. "I guess so!" He replied shyly. "Would you like to go to the White Hat Club with me tonight for a drink?" He asked feeling as though his tongue were made of wood. "I'd be happy to sir." She replied. "That's good Ma'am." He responded. "I told you earlier not to call me that. I'm a Corporal not a Lieutenant." She again retorted. "I'm sorry but that's the way I was raised. When you talk to a woman or a woman enters the room you usually stand. I can't help it. That is unless I know your name Ma'am." Feeling rather embarrassed now she suddenly realized that after the last two and one—half hours neither of them knew each other's name. "I'm Vickie. Vickie Holzgraff. And you are…?"

"Jerry Simms "

"Where are you from Jerry Simms?"

"Arkansas, Ma'am. Uh…that is Vickie. And you?"

"I'm from Avoka, Pennsylvania sir. Uh…that is Jerry." She said as she giggled a bubbly little laugh. Jerry noticed that each time she giggled her pale blue eyes sparkled which made his insides quiver. They both then laughed nervously as she reached across the table and touched his hand. As she touched him the hair on the back of his arm raised in goose flesh as he shivered. She noticed and again giggled that bubbly little giggle of hers. Jerry smiled at her. Suddenly her insides were "Jiggly" as she superficially attempted to remain composed.

"You need to smile more often Jerry. It makes me melt inside." She suddenly and unexpectedly said trying to catch herself before making a fool of herself only to realize it was too late. She giggled again and those blue eyes sparkling. Jerry, however, didn't pick up on the little hint she'd just let slip. Jerry was after all very shy and backward. It was this quality, for which Vickie had just discovered that had swept her off her feet, and that she realized she was in love with him although she wouldn't admit to anyone. "Can I help you carry these boxes anywhere?" He asked looking at the clock which he had noted that they now had been there for a little over two hours. When they entered the dining area it was 1145 and now the time was 1420. 

"Oh my gosh!" She exclaimed as she looked at the clock. "I've got to wrap these and the Post Office is already closed. Would you be a dear and help me get these to my barracks?" She asked. 

Jerry was only too happy to help although why he didn't understand. As they walked across the base to the Marine Detachment he kept noticing other Marines starring at them but didn't quite know why. As they arrived at the Female Barracks he was ascending the steps to the Women Marine quarters when he was suddenly meet by a taller female Staff Sergeant who very boisterously declared "Where the Hell do you think your going Sailor?" Vickie at that point addressed the sergeant explaining that she had asked him earlier to help her carry the packages and that everything was quite proprietary. The rather tall female Staff Sergeant then instructed Jerry to "Sit them on the desk on the quarter—deck and get the Hell out of the W.M. barracks. "Aye—Aye Ma'am!" He said while leaving. 

Vickie accompanied Jerry back out to the sidewalk where he was now safe from harm's way, if that was the female sergeant's name which seemed appropriate to him anyway. A time was set and that was 1800 at the White Hat Club.

Jerry being taught to always be punctual arrived at the club at 5:45 P.M. or 1745. It was a full 6:15 (1815) before anyone arrived that he knew. He was sitting with a coke and nervously considering his options as to whether or not to wait for the pretty little marine or to flee for his life. "There you are. I've been looking for you." An effervescent feminine voice declared. Jerry looked up to behold a young lady in a white with yellow and green floral print dress with a full cut skirt which hung just above the knees of two of the shapeliest legs he had ever beheld. At first he didn't recognize his guest. "Uh yes ma'am can I help you?" was his reply. "I told you to quit calling me that." Vickie again flushing in the face declared. "I'm sorry Vickie. It's just that you're so pretty in that dress, and you don't look anything like you do in uniform, that I didn't recognize you." Jerry stumbled out. "Why did he have to go and do that again?" She thought as her stomach turned to butterflies. "Oh, I guess it's alright. You just bother me with that Ma'am stuff you know." She said with a demure smile at the corners of her mouth.
 "Let's go sit in the corner and have a beer." She said taking the lead. "Yes Maa…I'm sorry yes Vickie." Again a slight smile came to her mouth as she felt a flutter inside her stomach. At first they sat across from each other talking about mindless little things which she lead in the conversation and he mostly listened agreeing with her for the most part because he didn't know what to say. Not only was she the most beautiful girl in the world to Jerry, she was witty, intelligent (more than he was anyway), not an airhead like some of the blonde girls he'd grown up with, and she could read him like a book. She knew exactly what to say to him. At least it seemed that way to him although he wasn't sure about everything she had to say. "I've got to go to the little girl's room." She said, and again giggled, after she'd consumed one beer. I'll be back in a moment." 

When she returned a few minutes later, she wanted to sit next to the wall on his side of the booth. He accommodated by standing and starting to sit across from her again. She suddenly grabbed his hand and said, "I didn't tell you to sit over there. I'm a little cool and want you here next to me."

"OK!" was all he could say, and sat next to her. At first he sat about a foot from her but before he knew it she was next to him. "Did I push you against the wall?" He asked. "No silly, I'm cold and want something next to me that's warm. Can't you understand that?"

"Oh!" He again exclaimed.

"Will he ever take the hint?" She asked herself. "Would you like me to put my arm around you to help you get warm?" He asked. "It might help if you'd like to." She nervously responded with her fingers crossed feigning a shiver.

Slowly he raised his left arm and reached around her shoulders for which she nearly fell on him, again feigning a shiver. As she did her right thigh was suddenly against his and he nearly jumped. Vickie giggled. Slowly over the course of the evening Vickie would let her right hand lightly brush his leg. Each time he blushed. Each time she would giggle that little giggle of hers as her eyes sparkled. Needless to say that after four beers on his part he was less inhibited, as was Vickie. As the evening progressed with the two sitting close to each other, inhibitions waning, and more alcohol on board to loosen the conversation Jerry was becoming a different person which he enjoyed more. Vickie was relaxed and touching Jerry in places other that the thigh—although not in private places that shouldn't be touched—but such as his abdomen above the waist, his chest, his nipples and above all, his face to kiss him. She would touch his nipples just to watch him jump, and then laugh.

He became a little bolder and decided to cup her breasts, which for some reason she allowed. Although she had never allowed a boy to touch her breasts before, when he touched her, she felt a warm sensation stirring which she enjoyed. When Jerry finally placed his hand on her thigh she allowed that touch also. Again after a short time when he ran his hand up her leg she stopped him and said a very definite "NO!" 

Jerry being taught as he was stopped and never again that evening placed his hand on Vickie's thigh. This had an effect on her which told her that he not only had the manners to respect her wishes, but her virtue also, which had been different from the other guys in the military which she'd known. Another feeling aroused within her at that moment and nearly overwhelmed her to the point that Vickie very nearly swooned. It was one of complete warmth and overpowering nearly taking away her breath. Perspiration broke out all over her trim body and every area was both warm and sticky but Jerry didn't know this until much later when Vickie told him in a letter. The two remained there a bit longer and around 2130 Jerry suggested that they leave for fresh air. The Southern California night was balmy and warm and a slight breeze blew over the 32nd Street Naval Station. Jerry didn't notice the night's beauty for the beauty under his arm. Jerry still could not believe his good fortune. Jerry could not believe how aroused he was with an overwhelming passion that he did not understand and no one had ever told him about.

Just how large the base was did not occur to either of them as both were lost in each other. After all, youth only occurs once and this type of emotion rarely comes to one more than once. Thirty days ago, when Jerry was in boot camp something like this seemed so far away. Tonight was special and both knew this, and may never be again. Vickie again lead the conversation, which didn't seem to mean anything, after all who ever said such conversations must be of any relevance. It seemed that the night would never end to the two, but it did.

Close to her barracks Jerry told her that the next day was free for him but if she didn't want to meet him he would understand. Vickie informed Jerry that she had duty the next day but he was welcome to get with her when she wasn't on watch. Jerry accepted.

That next day, Sunday, the two again met and she was in her uniform that he had met her in the day before. She stood an administrative type watch and was there for such things as emergency leave, paper work and the like. He was able meet with her most of the day but she couldn't leave the base that day or go to anything such as movies, clubs or the like. She could however go to the mess to eat and the small local exchange in the area of the barracks. This is what they did although they didn't do much looking at things on the shelves, nor did they eat much when in the mess.

Jerry informed her that he was awaiting his school which was Hospital Corps A School which was scheduled to begin sometime in June or July, but that was tentative due to the large influx of students who were getting ready for South East Asia. Suddenly Vickie couldn't believe her good fortune either. This was going to work out well for the two of them. She could get to know him more and decide whether or not this was a passing fancy. After all she'd always been level headed about things and there was nothing logical—in her mind—about this whole situation. She knew deep down that she'd been smitten and smitten hard. She needed time to sort out all of these feelings she had experienced the night before.

Jerry didn't understand what was happening to him either but he knew he liked the feelings that Vickie stirred in him and he really liked her. Of course all Jerry could think about was Vickie. As it turned out school for Jerry began around late May. In the mean time the situation became more intense. For Vickie, she had known that this was it from that first afternoon in the exchange cafeteria. School was 16 weeks and if he went to a class C school in San Diego there would be additional time again for the both of them.

During the time Jerry was in A School the rules again changed. The increased demand for Hospital Corpsmen with field medical training had necessitated a faster turnover in schools training medical personnel. The Tet Offensive of 1968 had changed all of that with the massive call up of another five hundred thousand men to be drafted issued by President Lyndon Johnson. Therefore, all class A medical training was now shortened to 14 weeks instead of 16 weeks. Jerry's training had been cut to end in August instead of September. Not to worry was his attitude as he would still get into a class C school of some sort. He was of course correct, but the training would be Field Medical Services School class C school. This was not what he expected but it wasn't a major setback either because everyone who went to Balboa Naval Hospital for A School went to Camp Pendleton for Field Medical Service School Training. Jerry and Vickie would still be together. 




Vickie Holzgraff



Vickie hadn't mentioned all this to her folks, but her mother knew by the way that Vickie talked when she called her mother on the phone. Vickie's parents were also a long line of military people. Her father served in the Marine Corps in in the South Pacific in World War Two. Her grandfather had served in Belleau Woods in the Marine Corps in World War One. 

Her uncle was among the "Chosen Frozen" at the Chosan Reservoir in Korea also in the Corps. Her older brother was with the Ninth Marine Division (The Walking Dead) in Viet Nam and her youngest brother was wating to become eighteen so that he too could join the proud tradition of the Holzgraff family. Her mother was disturbed that Vickie had chosen a Naval Man to become serious about as the enmity that exists between the Navy and the Marine Corps. No one in the Holzgraff family had ever married a Sailor. Her mother emphasized over and over to Vickie. Vickie like Jerry ignored family traditions. Not once did anyone hear that the Naval man was going to serve with the Corps and no one realized that a strange twist of fate was about to occur. One which no one would suspect.

On graduation day Jerry received his certification from Hospital Corps A School and his page 13 which delineated the course of studies he had accomplished. After which he received his orders to Field Medical Services School. The twist? The orders called for FMSS not at Camp Pendleton, California as was expected. Instead, he was to go to Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. The length again changed to 8 weeks from the original 13 weeks. During that time he would attend SERE Training at Camp Lejeune and not Camp Pendleton.

When the two met that evening, both cried. Both were silent and both held each other dearly. Jerry was overwhelmed with emotion but Vickie fainted in his arms. Neither knew what to do. They hadn't had a chance to get to know each other either in a closer relationship that Vickie desperately wanted, nor in the very intimate way for which she had secretly craved when she had decided to give him the ultimate gift of herself, In the most loving way in which she had planned to surrender. Neither had suspected that the gods have a fickle agenda. First they made both she and he fall hopelessly in love, and then were tearing them apart. But this too could be overcome and could be overcome after he had gone to FMSS. 

Jerry completed his training at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina and as with the rest of the class, he received orders to South East Asia at "an undisclosed location." The orders declared. But as nothing else had worked true to form neither did this. Instead of the usual 14 days of leave the strangest thing occurred. Jerry's group for some bizarre reason they were all given 21 days of leave as approved by the school commander. 

Jerry immediately called Vickie from the airport in Raleigh and gave her the news. He had to go home but he didn't have to stay there all that time. He survived the ten days that his mother kept clamoring about and returned to San Diego. This actually gave him eleven days to be with the sweetest girl he had ever known.

That night when he returned and checked into the transit barracks at El Torro Marine Corps Air Station just south of San Diego, just after midnight Vickie was there to meet him. Needless to say neither slept that night. The next evening Vickie suggested that the two meet and go to "dinner" as she called it but he called it "supper" in some nice restaurant. Jerry had no idea where to go other than the club, the exchange or some other such place. Vickie, however, seized the occasion and suggested Anthony's Grotto on Harbor Drive close to the Coast Guard Station. Jerry agreed and they were off. The cab driver was told by Jerry, now of equal rank to Vickie, to take his time, which the cab driver die after a generous tip of $50. A strange chemistry was brewing in the crucible tonight and Vickie was the master chemist. 

Upon reaching the restaurant Vickie requested a corner booth and had to do the ordering because Jerry didn't know what to order. Other than ordering fried shrimp in the mess hall on fish day, fried catfish at home, he had no idea what the menu consisted of or what the foods were. She asked "Do you like wine?" Jerry had never had wines in his life and had no idea what they even tasted like. "You order it." He responded. When she ordered he had no idea what or how to even pronounce it. The waiter came out with the bottle and showed the label to Jerry who looked to Vickie for advice. She told him to accept and to swirl the glass when the waiter poured the wine in the glass. All of the home made wines that Jerry had ever seen were red but this one was clear amber colored.

The waiter poured and Jerry picked up the glass and swirled the liquid then said to Vickie, "what do I do now?' "Taste it and tell the waiter how it is." She said very softly. He swirled the liquid in the glass and took a large drink instead of a sip and declared to the waiter "It's alright." The waiter rolled his eyes in the top of his head and poured her the next drink then poured Jerry's glass. The wine was an expensive $20.00 a liter and one-half which was what she ordered. All Jerry could remember was some word like Blanc. By the time the dinner, Lobster Thermador, arrived both Jerry and Vickie had had at least three glasses each and both were flushing. Both were loosing their inhibitions and most of their restraint was gone. After dinner, which Jerry swore, was the best he had ever eaten they sat for a long time, long enough in fact to consume the rest of the wine. Vickie was now again very close to Jerry and again her knee was against his only this time he didn't jump. In fact he now had placed his hand on her thigh and had moved it to mid thigh region but Vickie now said nothing. Instead she placed her hand on his hand and held it there. 

Jerry knowing that their time was limited told her that he loved her. That overwhelming feeling of warmth spread throughout her entire being moving her within and causing her to reflex her chest outward. After she recovered from the feeling she responded in kind, a long pause of several seconds or minutes (who's counting) passes. He looks at her drinking in her beauty, her sweet smell, and her smile. That sparkle is again in her eyes and he believes he can look into her soul. He is perspiring from the wine, his face is flushed as is hers and his hand is trembling on her thigh. Her thigh is soft and warm to touch. He smells the sweetness of her very being. His whole universe is in her. 

She suddenly breaks the silence as she says "what are you thinking about?" Her words snap him out of his reverie and he responds "You."

"I know that, but what are you thinking about me?" She asks. "Do you really want me to tell you?" he asks. "More than anything else." She responds. Jerry wasn't an eloquent man but something swept through him in his innocence he said " I think of when we can be together again. When we can again sit like this and enjoy each other's company. When we can make love. And most of all when we can be together forever."

"Is that all?" She asks. "No but I don't know how to say it."

"Then say it the best way you can. That's what makes me love you. That's what moves me about you is your innocence." Pausing he again hears his heart beating in his ears. His hand starts shaking again, his resolve wanes, his forehead perspires and then he says to Vickie "I'm thinking about you and I together tonight loving and holding each other, in bed and my face buried between your thighs." He braced for her to slap him and tell him what kind of pervert he was. Instead her face flushed crimson just like the first time and she giggled that haunting little giggle of hers. He noticed that she was crimson from the cleavage she was showing from her low cut white blouse to her blonde scalp. She trembled at the thought and said in a very low almost inaudible voice "Then let's try it."

Jerry is in a trance. As the cobra charms the rodent with it's gaze, Jerry is entranced in Vickie's eyes. They find an inexpensive room in the low rent district of San Diego and hurry to the room. Once inside they embrace and kiss passionately for several minutes. He holds Vickie to him with mad strength causing her to cough. He releases his grip and apologizes to her but she dismisses it and grips him in her arms just as tightly. Finally he begins to unbutton her blouse, then removes it. He lets his hands wander over her nearly bare upper body tenderly. He is afraid he will hurt her. He removes her bra and cups her small breasts in his hands and twirls her nipples between forefingers and thumbs. She gasps at the sudden sensation and grips his hands. He kisses her neck tenderly tracing the angle of her thin white neck and shoulder. Her skin is to soft and warm to his touch and lips. He unzips her skirt and unbuttons the top and lets it fall to the floor. She had worn a half-slip, which she removed along with her underpants. Jerry is frozen in time and entranced with the elegant feminine curves of her pale body. "This is not a woman." He says to himself. "She's a goddess." 

She removes his clothing first the shirt, then the T-shirt, then his trousers kissing every inch of his body but especially his nipples as he gasps for air and trembles at her tender touch. This time she does not giggle or laugh. After his clothing is removed they embrace and he smells her perfume and the divine fragrance of her body. It drives him mad with passion as he embraces her and makes love to her. He takes her forcefully in his arms and kisses down the angle of her neck lightly. She gasps for air as he reaches her shoulder and kisses along the notch of her shoulder and chest.

"Lick it with your tongue." She instructs him in a horse whisper, and he does noticing her reaction of stiffening of her body momentarily. "Keep it up. It feels so good." She whispers. He then runs his tongue down her rib cage to her delicate small breast, which to him seems a work of art to be worshiped and admired instead of groping and licking. He licks her breast anyway and she moans softly as if enjoying the feeling of his tongue on her nipples. Her abdomen and pelvis thrusts against his upper leg and lower abdomen. He feels the soft blonde pubic hair against his leg and enjoys the feeling of her leg winding around his to grip as if to not allow him to escape her feminine wilds. He knows a secret that she doesn't, however, he doesn't want to escape.

Suddenly without reservation he steps aside and scoops her off her feet into his arms. She is light and trembles in his grasp but not for fear. He carries her to the bed and gently lays her on her back. He sits beside her on the bed and kisses her mouth again as though he cannot get enough of her. The two kiss deeply for sometime feeling they're passions rise again. "Do you remember what you said you dreamed of doing to me?" She asked him in a husky soft soprano voice. "I remember." He said. "Are you ready?" he asked. "I am very hot, and I am very wet." She declared to him. "I want you to fulfill your promise and kiss my feminine parts for an hour." She said rather shyly not wanting to use the common vernacular for her vulva. "Kiss me there until I pass out."

Jerry was only too happy to oblige and moved to the side of the bed and turned her crosswise of the full sized hotel bed. Kneeling on the carpeted floor, he positioned himself between her thighs and thought that it might be better if he were to not go directly to the prize. Instead, he commenced at her knee and kissed the inside of her thigh and then licked her soft skin upward until he reached her crease between the thigh and her soft blonde pubic hair. He then licked her crease which she affirmed her fondness of this new move to the both of them. He then began on the other knee and worked up to the pubic hair. He immediately licked her outer lips and moved between the two inner lips, which were somewhat short. 

Jerry then reached the top of her vulva and caressed her hood with his tongue. She reached down and took hold of her pubic hair and pulled up. "There, that will make it easier for you to find it." She hoarsely stated. He noticed that her words were becoming more limited as he continued his oral ministrations. He found the "it" she was speaking of as he descended down the pale pink fold, which was becoming moister by the second. He didn't know that it was from her arousal that her moisture increased by the second. Her small pussy was then slippery, as he tasted her. She tasted sweet to him. He had always heard that women smelled of fish but such wasn't the case here. His heart rate increased as he caressed her "little nubbin" he called it to himself. 

"You taste very sweet darling." He whispered in a heavy whisper. "Good." Vickie replied in an almost growling voice while panting heavily and her abdomen was contracting involuntarily and her hips twitched out of control. "Good. Oh so good. Yessss!" she began hissing as a snake ready to strike. "Yesss! Uhhhhhhhh!" It seemed that her vocabulary was now down to two or three words in her throws of passion. He noticed that her warm skin was now very moist with perspiration. Her abdomen was from the involuntary contraction phase to the involuntary heaving stage as her stomach wall was now pushing outward in spasms. Jerry had never before licked a girls pussy but was willing to try it once to see if he liked it and found that he not only liked it, but it was fun to watch a once whole woman now become a mass of involuntarily quivering protoplasm. 

Suddenly her slender shapely legs closed with a spasm on either side of his head and she squeezed as her heels dug into his back and her pelvis rocked up and down in rhythmic movements that were becoming more forceful by the second. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh! Vickie declared in a shockingly unlady- like tone. Something very wet sprayed Jerry's throat and ran down his chest as he continued to lick her small clitoris, which now protruded approximately half an inch. "Ohhhhh God!" She said again in that unlady like gluteral voice. Her pelvis was now breaking all speed records for movement that Jerry had ever beheld. Again she bucked her pelvis violently and clamped on the sides of his head as he continued to lick her. "God this is fun!" He exclaimed in his own mind, thinking about what he was doing to her and the extreme pleasure he had given her. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She screamed out almost piercing his ears as another he was showered in a bath of vaginal fluid. "Oh my God." She declared this time softly and collapsed onto his face and her legs fell on his shoulders. 

"NO MORE PLEASE!" She declared emphatically. "Your tongue is one hell of a tongue sweetheart. I can't take anymore now. You have made my belly hurt." She said in a throaty manner. The smell of her feminine musk was permeating his nostrils and arousing him more. "Fuck me sweetheart. Fuck me all the way to my belly button. Give it to me deep." She burst forth in short sentences.

Jerry rose from the floor and climbed on top of the diminutive body of his lover. Jerry had until this moment only had sex with one other woman. The only sex he had experienced since was in masturbation. He didn't realize how hard he could be but at this moment in time he was experiencing pain from his erection at the vision of Vickie who had never revealed her body to him. She drew her legs up into a folded position over her body to allow him access to her. He realized that as small as her hips were he would have to place a pillow under her hips to be able to reach her. He didn't realize just how small she was but he did know that he didn't have a large dick. It was approximately six and one half inches in length at present and it was as erect as it ever had been.

He placed the head of his penis at the opening of her vagina and begin to massage her lips with his dick. She remarked that he had a good dick and would like to be penetrated by him. He then slowly inserted into her partly because of the sensitivity of his own glans penis and also because he didn't know if Vickie was really a virgin or not. He slid right in all the way with all the lubricant she had from her explosive orgasms. Also she was not a virgin but she had only been penetrated one time before which pained her severely. She had vowed that never again would she allow another man to have her except the one she intended to marry. Jerry was her intended mate and she would not propose to him herself, but would fish it out of him one way or another. This would be good incentive to get him to propose to her eventually.

Jerry began the rhythmic pumping of his dick deep into her vagina. She was so wet and had her legs in a wide open-position and the hot silky slippery love juices of her pussy was beyond explanation to him. He had never felt anything so good before. It was indescribable to him. He began to see both dark and light spots from the rush that hit him sent him into a state of ecstasy. He could hear a slurping sound from his pumping in and out of her at that moment; also she was beginning to warm to the sensation herself. She wasn't experienced at that time and didn't know the simple little moves that increased the pleasure to her partner. He didn't know any of the moves either and just thrust in and out of her. They were learning together. He had just learned to please her orally by cunnilingus. She had not learned how to suck him yet and didn't know the extreme pleasure of oral sex except for what she had felt tonight.

The feeling of having one's penis in a very hot vagina was taking it's toll on Jerry as he pumped in and out and he felt a build up of something that he didn't understand. His penis tingled and caused him to increase his thrusting. The sensation began with a tingling and spread to a hot captivating, but pleasant burning in his head. He broke into a sweat and pumped faster. Suddenly he felt the boiling inside his lower abdomen and continued to pump harder. Then all at once a wave like sensation occurred inside his penis and abdomen. He suddenly grabbed his dick and pulled out of her because he didn't want her to become pregnant just to satisfy himself.

Catching his eruption in his hand, rather than to spew it inside Vickie's love well, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom and let go in the commode. After a few moments he attempted to urinate which proved to be difficult to near impossible. Eventually his dick grew soft enough to pee, which took longer that was normal for him. Once finished, he returned to the bed and lay down beside her. Vickie was in the mood for an afterglow and moved over to Jerry and snuggled next to him for a period of close to sixty minutes. "God that was good." Vickie exclaimed. "I never knew what it could feel like, and with you it is so special to me. This is a night that I will always remember. Just one question however. Who taught you how to lick me or any woman for that matter?"

"No one taught me." I learned from watching you and reading up on the subject. I read a few books and just remembered the techniques. I have to go to books a lot sometimes." He informed her. Not just from having had sex, both of them are in the throws of ecstasy. "If this night could only last forever." He thinks. "If I could only be held by him like this forever." She thinks as complete surrender overwhelms them both. 

During the next few days the ritual was repeated nightly and visiting in the daytime between her duty hours. She knew Staff Sergeant Taylor well for whom she worked and the sergeant took her duty section for her to give them time together. 'I guess the sergeant isn't so bad after all." He finally told Vickie. He personally bought Staff Sergeant Taylor a dozen red roses with a box of "See's chocolates," for which the sergeant blushed and thanked him profusely. The sergeant wasn't a plane woman of mid thirties, and Jerry leaned forward and kissed her on her lips as he gave her the roses. "I think you just overwhelmed her." Vickie informed him. "You also made a friend for life. She had already told me that she liked you that day she stopped you at the barracks door. She feels that you're cute and innocent. She'd like to get your cherry she told me." Vickie informed him very frankly. "You didn't tell her did you? About us you know." I asked. "No, I didn't have to after we went to Anthony's she looked at me the next day and knew. "She told me I glowed as only a fulfilled woman could."




Vickie Holzgraff



Fate again took a strange twist and instead of Jerry's leaving on Friday, the flights were overbooked. A good number of people couldn't get out of El Toro so there was a delay of another week. Then another glitch, the people on the manifest weren't booked for the Thursday flight but this wasn't discovered until the flights were all loaded. 

Jerry got to see Vickie each day and most importantly, each night he got to make love with her and spend precious moments holding the one he loved so much. Each night was special and like living in a fantasy world for all the splendor that they felt. They made each moment count. Each day she had to work and Jerry got an inexpensive solitaire engagement ring for Vickie at the Exchange. His funds were nearly gone and he had to be careful how much he spent on the ring. It cost two hundred and forty seven dollars and was pretty but the diamond was like Vickie--small. 

The guys on the flight with Jerry were some of the ones he had been in class with and were anxious to be off, but Jerry who had once been gung-ho to go to Viet Nam now only looked at it as another chance to be with Vickie. Vickie had attempted to get orders to South East Asia but was denied. Fate took yet another strange twist. Jerry's group had been booked on a flight the next week from Travis Air Force Base at Oakland on Monday, and they were given travel money and lodging for the flight to Oakland International Airport. So everyone, including Vickie, boarded the flight on PSA Airlines to Oakland. Jerry and Vickie were able to get a seat together because one older man on the flight out of Lindburg Field in San Diego gave up his seat in the business section and let Jerry and Vickie sit together. The man was a World War Two veteran and a Marine. 

He was with one of the industries in San Diego and one of the chief executives of that firm. He also bought drinks for them and the rest of the corpsmen on the flight because a Navy Corpsman had saved his life while he was on Tarawa. "What a sweet man." Vickie said. I agreed.

All went well and Jerry and Vickie enjoyed themselves as though there was no tomorrow. One of the Corpsmen on the flight with Jerry gave up his space in the room so that Jerry and Vickie could spend their time together without having to rent a room on the town. Vickie kissed and hugged him. Jerry didn't get jealous either. The corpsman had told her the bed was too short for him and uncomfortable. He slept on the floor in the next room. Jerry gave him the mattress because he and Vickie only needed one bed. The other corpsman on the flight over later told Jerry that he was a lucky guy and he envied Jerry. What could Jerry say, with a lump in his throat the size of a boulder, except "your right." 

During the long weekend they went to the famous Fisherman.s Warf on Sunday. During the afternoon while they were having lunch at Demaggios, Jerry was talking with Vickie and informed her rather nervously "I know I should do it now but many things happen. When I return from Nam I have an Important Proposal to make to you and I want you to think about it real serious." Vickie without waiting burst out, in tears and shouted loudly, "I know what the proposal is. I don't have to think about it. I will marry you no matter what Daddy, Mama, or any of my brothers say, and you've made me the happiest girl in the world." With that she literally jumped into my lap, grabbed my neck, in front of everyone in the restaurant and kissed me as never before. I couldn't breath because of her kisses and squeezing my neck so hard that she cut off circulation to my head. The whole crowd in the restaurant cheered. Someone told the manager who came over and told us that the days fare was on him. Vickie also hugged him. I didn't get jealous that time either. I didn't know it but her demonstration could be heard outside the restaurant.


I then reached into my pocket and pulled out a small box. Vickie was still in my lap. "I thought that I would get you a bigger one than this but I couldn't afford one now. I would like you to wear this Vickie, If you would that is, please." I then opened the box and took out the small diamond, solitaire engagement ring. I placed it on her finger and Said, "Well, that makes it official doesn't it?" She didn't answer but tears formed in her clear blue eyes and her face flushed again. All that she was capable of doing was to put her arms around my neck, hold and kiss me.

After that not much was said for the rest of the day. The two even found several secret locations and again made mad passionate love. Jerry's plane left the next morning so Vickie had to return that night. When they went to the airport at the gate to the plane they embraced again and wept. She handed him three letters to read on the plane and he handed her two very lengthy letters to read after she'd returned to San Diego. 

As Vickie was walking out to the plane to board, Jerry stood staring out the plate glass window looking at the small form of the only woman he'd ever really known well enough to be in love with. She turned several times to see if he was still there and confirmed that he was. She would wave at him and he would return the gesture woodenly as he felt his heart sink into his stomach, if that were possible. Jerry had said good by to several people in the past but never to anyone who had reached out to him and really "grabbed" him the way that Vickie had. Vickie had not only taken hold of his heart, she had also taken possession of his mind. Jerry felt isolated as his lover boarded the plane. A part of him was departing and he could do nothing to stop her but watch and feel a deep anguish in his very soul. "At least I have her letters and her picture to hold on to." He thought to himself. 

PART TWO

After Jerry arrived at Okinawa to the US Marine Core Facility Camp Hanson, he was issued jungle utilities and boots. The utilities had small round holes in the chest area and the jungle boots weren't new either. This was a fine way to begin a deployment to go into combat with defective equipment he was thinking. Of course he was really thinking about Vicki. In fact his whole mind set and concentration, his mind talk, his consciousness surrounded her. She had become the whole of his being. Especially after reading the letters from her on the plane in flight, after arriving at Camp Hanson at least three times per day he reread Vickie's letters. 

Jerry managed to manipulate an autovon call to 32nd Street Naval Base and get Vickie on the phone. It was very difficult to keep his composure when she answered. Vickie didn't keep her composure; in fact she broke as soon as she heard his voice. Staff Sergeant Taylor got on the line with him and teasingly told him not to get laid by the girls in Okinawa. Although Jerry didn't think it too humorous, but he laughed anyway and said "I wish you were here with me Staff Sergeant instead of the Okinawan girls." Jerry couldn't see the reaction that Staff Sergeant Taylor was having on the other end of the line. 

The Staff Sergeant laughed, being a good sport, but never repeated Jerry's remarks to Vickie and then said privately, in a subdued voice, to Jerry that she wished that She were there with him also. The Staff Sergeant informed Jerry that she would personally look after Vickie while Jerry was gone. Jerry thanked her profusely knowing that the Staff Sergeant knew how things would be for him and her. The Staff Sergeant had, herself, been overseas and knew the Navy's system of mail, the phones and so on. She told Jerry that she would help explain to Vickie the situation. She would be Vickie's shoulder to cry on while her beloved "sailor boy," was over eight thousand miles from his sweetheart in San Diego.

Jerry's next duty station was aboard the U.S.S. Iwa Jima LPH1. Shortly after going on board and checking in with 2nd Battalion 3rd Marines an Infantry unit who made landings along the South Vietnamese Coast, one day he was summonsed along with two other corpsmen to the marine commander's state room. As he reported in with the other corpsmen the Colonial (Colonial Reischman) greeted them as a matter of protocol. "Come in gents." The Colonial stated. They entered and stood at attention. 

"Gents you've been requested (strange choice of words) to come here for an interview with someone who feels you could be an effective part of his team, and while I agree that you could you are in no way obligated to do so. If you decline his offer there will be no hard feelings toward you by Lieutenant O'Malley or by me. In fact I hope you won't take the offer because I need men of your character and quality. Not too many ever receive an invitation like this and not too many are ever chosen to make this offer to. But if you take them up on it good luck and God's speed to you. If you decide after you have been there a while that it isn't for you, then I'll welcome you back with open arms. Is that clear Docs?" They all responded with "Aye, Aye Sir."

Lieutenant O'Malley, USN was a shorter man than the Colonial and was very muscular and had bristling arms, which were scarred in several places. He didn't wear the Marine jungle utilities. Instead he wore a dark green tiger stripe uniform, a strange silver insignia of an eagle with a three pronged fork over the left pocket of his blouse, a marine type cap which was starched stiff and had the USN Officer's insignia. He had dark yet bright keen eyes, which seemed to pierce through one's very being. He made an imposing figure for his height and walked right up to us with our service record in hand starting at the left of all of us due to the limited space in the colonial's state room. He spoke in a very quiet, icy; demeanor more than did the Marine Colonial and used short choppy remarks.

"Petty Officer Thomas Moore, Hospital Corpsman Third Class. Do you know what this is about?"

"No sir!" Petty Officer Moore exclaimed. "Well Petty Officer Moore you weren't supposed to know until I tell you." Jerry was next. "Petty Officer Third Jerry Simms he said looking from under the brim of his cover, "Do you?"

"No sir!" Jerry also exclaimed.

"And you Petty Officer Second Class William Phillips?"

"No sir!" Phillips responded.

"Well it's nice to see that the Marine Corps holds with the proud tradition of keeping somethings a secret at least." The Lieutenant dryly remarked without looking back at the Colonial. "Gentlemen and petty officers I am Lt O'Malley the meanest and fiercest son of a bitch in this state room, on this pig boat called a ship, and in the entire U.S. Navy. I am the leader of Charlie Platoon, Seal Team two on this ship and I need fresh bodies, mainly Hospital Corpsmen, to fight the goddamned Gooks from the Mekong Delta to mountains of North Viet Nam and even to Fucking Ho Chi Mihn's Imperial Palace in Hanoi. 

We don't get too many men who can measure up to our standards. It used to be before the Navy got too pansy assed, that only three out of every hundred made it to our ranks. Now that the Navy has gotten soft only 30 of every hundred makes it. You are all in the latter class. If you happen to try to accept my offer and you prove yourself you just might be one of the three out of every hundred. But I don't hold out too much hope for any of you. 

You Simms, can you run, shoot, kill, and keep up with real men?" The LT. asked.

Jerry responded "Sir, I can outrun your men any day. I ran cross-country in high school for three years. I can track a deer in the woods after he's bleed dry. I grew up in the woods hunting and fishing. Is that all you have sir?" Lt. O'Malley was taken back by the skinny tall Arkansas boy but didn't show it. "Simms I don't think you could track a muddy dog across a dry floor, and I don't think you've got the guts to keep up with my men. Just because you can outrun a bunch of Jarhead Grunts doesn't mean you can do shit. Is that clear Simms?"

"Yes sir!" Simms responded. Lt. O'Malley was secretly impressed with Jerry. 

"Petty Officer Phillips, do you have the guts to try to be on my team?"

"No sir. I don't want to be on your team or with you Seals sir." Lt. O'Malley's eyes flared and he flatly stated in a glueteral tone "then get the fuck out of my space."

"Excuse me Lt O'Malley but this is my space and I'll tell you when you can leave. The Colonial burst out. "Is that clear to you sir?"

"Excuse me Colonial I forgot where I was Sir." The LT responded. "Accepted and duly noted." The Colonial responded. 

The Lieutenant then went to HM3 Moore walking up to him again in his quiet tone, which would cause icicles to form, asked "Petty Officer Moore, I have looked in your service record and I am only marginally impressed. Is there any reason that I should choose you over Phillips or this skinny shit from the backwoods of Arkansas?"

"No sir!" was the quick curt response from Moore. "Do you think you could hack the kind of crap we hand out and come back for more?"

"Yes sir!" responded Moore who this time literally shouted and took the Lt. aback.

Again in his icy demeanor the Lt. began "Gentlemen, don't be fooled. Think this over for 24 hours and let me know tomorrow. I do not want to underestimate to you the danger of what you'll be getting into." He now started in a softer yet still icy demeanor. "You'll be refitted to the uniform which I wear, you will be given different equipment." 

"Everything about you will have to change. The last of which will be your personality that will have to become more aggressive than you are now. You will not ever be the same again because you will be the Navy's finest. Unlike those shit heads that go down and sink a perfectly good ship, you know the type, we call them "Bubbleheads" Not only that you will have to become something you were not trained to be. You gentlemen just learned to heal people and save their lives. These won't be Marines or Sailors you'll be facing and you will have to learn to kill. The North Vietnamese Army is a group of trained killers and don't believe in saving the "Baksee" or docs. Can you learn to do this to save your fellow Seal brothers?" 

Both Moore and Simms agreed that they could, and that they didn't have to think it over. Although neither had any idea what they had just committed themselves too.

"Very well Gentlemen," the LT continued, "get your shit and come back here." 

Upon their return to the Colonial's state room the Colonial again addressed them "Remember Docs," Colonial Reischman began, "if you don't like this kind of bull shit that the Seals have to offer you can return to me anytime without any prejudice of any sort." He continued, "Not everyone is built to handle this kind of thing and not everyone is able to keep up with it. If you discover you can't let the LT. know and he'll return you without any problem. I say again without any problem. Right Lieutenant O'Malley?"

"Right Colonial Reischman." The LT. responded. "If you can't hack it I need to know early, but at least wait until you have had at least one mission gents is all I ask. Fair enough?"

"Yes sir!" They both responded in unisance. Neither Moore or Simms knew it but they were both about to become very close friends even though neither had ever before met each other. Better than that they would become brothers. 

The team members believed, that the two corpsmen would be capable of functioning in the field with the team on certain operations if the two were to stay with the medical end alone. However, additional training was given to both Simms and to Moore. Also the Lieutenant had both Moore and Simms scheduled for Basic Underwater Demolition Team training at Coronodo Island to insure the two fledglings (otherwise known as FNG'S that stands for fucking new guys) didn't blow themselves and the rest of the teams up. This was slotted for early January through the fourth week in March of 1969.

Daily the rigorous physical training was done for four hours each morning. One thing about the team was their excellent gym equipment that they had. Each day after chow at 0500 they commenced and didn't finish until sometimes after 1100. This was in part due to the additional one to one training that the team members were giving the two "FNG'S" as they were called. This demanding training continued for over one month. The Lieutenant would train with them and would show various techniques of how to use hand to hand techniques, never the less, all were intended for one and only one purpose. They trained in use of the knife in hand to hand combat if needed. 

One of the team members, a White Mountain Apache from Arizona, was Jerry's trainer. Jerry couldn't pronounce his name but the English equivalent was "He Who Strikes Terror in the Heart of His Enemies." It must be true because he struck terror in Jerry's heart without being an enemy. Jerry didn't know it but the Apache had seen in Jerry's eyes something that the others missed, and refused to train Moore, as he believed Moore to be weak and without resolve. Jerry had grown up in a settlement with Cherokees and some Chocktaws but none were like this man, if he really was a man. Just because he walked like one and because he looked like one didn't mean he really was a man. But his nickname was Geronimo and it fit him. He was also a Gunners Mate First Class and had a knowledge of many small arms as well as "big guns" as they were called. He taught Jerry many techniques to use and to distract others when he was in the presence of the enemy. This also included many evasion and concealment maneuvers. 

Afternoons were spent teaching certain fundamental training on such things as placing a nine man team for the most efficient use of manpower, employing the knowledge of at least two other team members in case one or both are taken out. The maximum effective range of certain weapons, their effective kill zones, and the maximum rounds per minute that each one can produce. Also such things as infilade, or saturation firing in an area with small arms. Techniques kept secret as to how a small group can create the most havoc and extract victory from the larger forces, evasion, escape, taking out guards and other "really fun stuff." 

One of the team members was one EN2 Forebears, who was from the Pineridge Reservation in South Dakota. Joe, his nick name, was a pathfinder for the group and taught such things as motor maintenance for the outboards, battery maintenance for the marine batteries used with the motors and care of the inflatable boats, also known as Zodiacs, and carbon dioxide cylinder replacement after each use. Joe also taught how to pathfinder, how to trail and locate enemy placements in the bush. Camouflage and concealment of equipment and personnel. 

Another of the team members was an MM1 Mendoza who was a master diver and trained the two FNG's (Fucking New Guys) as he called them how to dive mostly at night. The way they did it was the two would be placed in the inflatables with Mendoza and BT2 Pierce, the other master diver of the team, and at night teach the two how to dive and all that other fun stuff at night. Of course most of what MM1 Mendoza was doing was an old and very effective technique of pure harassment of the two "FNG's." 

The main purpose was to see just how much the two could take in a tight situation. After the two were in the water they would swim along with Mendoza for as many miles as Mendoza deemed necessary which was usually five to six, sometimes less but mostly more. This all accomplished with a wet suit, mask and snorkel and flippers, which was at first to get the two used to top water submerging. Later would come the tanks, weight belts and all the other gear. The main reason for this type of rigorous training was that the two hadn't the benefit of formal training at the main facility in either Virginia or California so they had to either "sink or swim" to coin the phrase.




Vickie Holzgraff



The other phase was in the actual weapons phase. While Moore hadn't trained much in weapons it sort of came natural to him having grown up in the inner city of Detroit. Simms on the other hand grew up with a few weapons such as the shot gun, rifle, and bow and arrow. Sometimes it was necessary to use the bow and arrow when you ran out of ammo and didn't have money to buy it. Jerry's score with the M-14 rifle at field med school was that of expert at the 500 and 600 meter range which most could not hit at that range. In fact the weapons were so old and fired so much that many of the Marine Cadres at FMSS had to wonder how he could shoot at that range when even the Marines had missed a lot. 

The first few missions were mostly around the Mekong Delta region smoking out enemy weapons caches in the plethora of small islands in the pea soup waters. Another fact of being in the water in the Mekong Delta region were leaches sticking to you, myriads of mosquitoes, and water snakes which were plentiful. Jerry began to ask himself why he had ever volunteered himself for such duty as this place sucked. It was decided that Jerry could carry one of the 7.62 round weapons until they could determine whether he had both the resolve and the capability of shooting men. As if shooting someone whom was firing an AK-47 was a choice that required a lot of decision making. It was one thing to shoot a deer, cougar, bobcat, or some other type of small animal because they don't shoot back. A man on the other hand does and these men and women of the Army for the Liberation of the People's Republic of Viet Nam (Viet Cong, Victor Charlie, V.C. or any other term) did shoot back and to kill.

PART IV

After one week in the hospital I was returned to full duty. The staff of the 515th Medical Evacuation Hospital had done an excellent job. I was now better but not fully recovered, although most of us had been well cared for and treated.

It was the first week of January 1969. Both Moore and I had packed and were ready to go to the land of the big PX, California. Although it was for U.D.T. training we were looking forward to returning. Moore had his agenda upon returning and so did I. We had difficulty sleeping. We were not allowed to go with the team because of the schedule. If one or both of us were wounded we would never again have the opportunity to train again until we were PCS'd to stateside. We were needed on the team and no other teams could lend medical personnel to support us. The marine commander agreed to lend two corpsmen to the team for any injuries but this put them back to where they had started when Moore and I had joined them. I enjoyed what I did and looked forward to doing it. I had learned so much and had made very deep relationships with the guys on the team as well as had Moore. We talked all the time and agreed that we were going to miss the guys and even Lieutenants O'Malley, and Hastings.

On the evening of 2 Jan 69 at 1830 we boarded the chopper to beautiful Sigon "International" Airport to catch our plane back. Early the next morning we boarded a TWA 707 headed back to El Toro MCAS "International Airport." As the joke went. By the time all the whistle stops were made in Tokyo, Okinawa, The Philippines, Guam, and Honolulu, with delays and all that crap we were four days in route. My utilities were getting funky, no place to shower, limited toilet facilities to shave and wash, by the time we got to beautiful Coronado Island in the bay we were just like returning from a mission from the bush. On 6 Jan 69 we arrived and checked in with the OOD on the quarterdeck, assigned a room and a duty section. I volunteered for the first duty section. Being assigned to a rack in the old World War Two barracks, where the frogmen had slept, while rustic it was not very aesthetic.

The training schedule began on Monday morning at 0430 and continued until time for duty at 1800. The only redeeming value of duty in the Navy, whatever anyone else tells you, is that it does get you out of a world of shit at times. I almost fell asleep on watch which is strictly forbidden, and had to move around. By the time Moore and all the others got back at 1830 from training he was almost dead. I told him he looked worse that when we were on the little run back to the LZ from the Ho Chi Mihn Trail. That was on the previous Christmas Eve in 1968 when we had run a total of twenty eight miles nonstop, had profuse dysentery, and had been hospitalized for a week after the run. We had been severely dehydrated from the dysentery. We both laughed a hearty laugh. He went to the showers and collapsed on his bunk. I only wished that I could. 

The next evening after all of the training and bull shit, around 2000, I went to the Chief of the Day's office. The guy on duty was one I knew already on the IWO JIMA. He too was a glutton for punishment and came to the same training we were doing. He gave me permission to use the phone when I told him who I wanted to call. We had talked about it on the flight back to the states. He then said he needed to go to chow and left for about 45 minutes. He was a real decent guy for a CPO. The majority of Chief Petty Officers are traitors to their own kind and betray the lower rated men for their own selfish purposes. 

I dialed the barracks number at the Marine Corps Female Barracks quarterdeck. The watch answered the phone. I had to sound official and asked for now Staff Sergeant Taylor, Vickie's Staff NCO for whom she worked. "Who's calling." The watch inquired. " Tell her it's the Marine Detachment at Coronado." I very cleverly replied. The watch lays the phone down and a pause of about 5 minutes or so. "Staff Sergeant Taylor speaking sir." The W.M. Sergeant said "Is this the Staff NCO of the Marine Admin Section at 32nd Street?" I tried to sound like a Marine. "Yes sir." She replied. "Staff Sergeant Taylor, one of your females has been cutting up down here and caused problems at the club." I teased. "Who the bloody Hell is this, sir?" the dutiful Staff Sergeant inquired. "The person in question Staff Sergeant is one Corporal Holzgraff who has been sneaking down here at night playing games with this one sailor who being a real shit head himself has proposed marriage to her in a moment of weakness." I suddenly blurted out. "Doc Simms, is that your?" The Staff Sergeant suddenly interrogated. "It sure is, Staff Sergeant. Are you decently dressed?" I responded. "You son of a bitch!" she roared, "Of course I am decently dressed in the uniform of the day. Why?"

"Because I am at NTC Coronodo Island and would love like hell to see your beautiful face again. Is that possible?" I inquire. "I hope to shout it is. I'll go get Vickie and bring her to the phone. You ass hole."

"I was going to say why don't you do something like you usual self and let's play a mean trick on her." I stated. "What do you have in mind Doc?" She asked chuckling. "Get her in the Uniform of the day, because they won't let you on here without it, and bring her down here under some excuse. Make it sound good, and bring her to the training detachment C.O.D. Office. The duty COD is an acquaintance of mine, and he won't care. Tell her she has some type of disciplinary action pending down here, tell her anything, I don't care as long as she comes.

"I'll have her there in 35 minutes tops. Before I forget to ask Doc, do I need to bring anything down like important things such as blankets?" she asked. "Also bring towels, today's news papers, you know." I responded. "What the hell do you need today's news paper for? You gonna read it to her by star light?"

"No Staff Sergeant, I'm going to put them in the car windows." I responded. "Got ya." She replied. "So you aren't choicy about the paper then."

"Yea, I need the New York Times." I said. "Wise ass!" She said.

I was in the barracks brushing my teeth after having taken the second bath when I hear "Petty Officer Jerry Simms contact the COD. Petty Officer Simms contact the COD." I get to the barracks phone and call the COD. The chief from the Iwo Jima said "Doc they are here. Two BAMS. Make that one BAM and one cute little blonde. You interested?"

"Does a tiger crap in the woods chief?" I ask. "I'll tell em to wait, by the way does the blonde know about why she is here?"

"No chief she doesn't and please don't give it away." I requested. "That's a Charlie!" He responded.

I rushed to my rack and threw on my blouse and cover and ran buttoning my blouse on the way. I reached the duty office and had to literally hold onto myself to keep from charging into the COD'S duty office. I looked in the door and there before the COD, Chief Ryan, were SSGT Taylor and Corporal Holzgraff. Vickie was at attention and the chief saw me trying to look official but had to grab the corners of his mouth to prevent himself from laughing. What ever the Staff Sergeant had cooked up was working. From the rear Vickie was blushing because the back of her neck was ruberant. Slowly I walk in not wanting to make any sound. When I get to the Mate of the Day Watch I ask him if he has any thing I can use to carry into the Chief like something large and wide. Yea, take the Duty Section Board in and what ever I want to do that'll work. I carry it in and push past between Vickie and the Staff Sergeant. SSGT Taylor bites back a smirk. I go to the chief's desk and say in a semi-loud voice, "Is this the one you wanted chief?" and wink. "No that's the wrong one. Don't you know not to push between two ladies that way?" He says with a smile bit back "No sir." I respond. "Well by god, you do an about face and march your ass right out of here sailor." He says as official as he can. "Aye, aye Sir, I replied as I do an about face right into Vickie's face and bump her. 

At first She gets angry only looking straight ahead and at attention. But when I don't move, she looks up and starts to shoot me a withering scowl only to be shocked beyond words. 

Her mouth at first drops open. I stand looking at her and say, "Excuse me m…m…ma'am! Can I…I…I pick up y…y…your packages for you." And then give her a gigantic smile. Her mouth opens to say something but she is speechless. Then she jumps into the air and grabs me about the neck, crying out loudly with a squeal. She says nothing other than "Ohhhhhhhhhhh." As she hangs onto my neck and sobs with her head on my shoulder. It is becoming difficult to breathe because she squeezes so hard.

"Thanks for your help Chief." SSGT Taylor says gratefully. "My privilege to be of service ma'am." The chief says. I can't do anything but stand there embracing her. I am almost overcome with emotion also. She clings to me for quite sometime, and then I say, "Sweetie, I think we need to let the Chief of the Day get back to his duties."

"OK!" She says in a tiny voice still weeping. "Thanks a lot Chief." I say "Just get back in time to train tomorrow Doc. I wouldn't want to be responsible for your not making it through the training tomorrow." He says . "Aye, Aye Sir." I say. "Oh Doc," He pauses as I turn. "I talked to the OOD and he says the best place to leave the car is in the lower corner of the parking lot. He says that the roving patrol won't be down there till at least after midnight if you take my meaning."

"Tell the OOD I said thanks a lot." I said looking at Vickie who now is recovering.

I drop off Staff Sergeant Taylor at the Staff NCO Club. "Come back to get me at 0001 if your not too preoccupied." She sarcastically says. "Roger and Wilco!" I respond.

We drive to the far corner of the parking lot close to the training duty office. All the way to the Staff NCO Club Vickie says absolutely nothing as she holds onto me. As we return to the parking lot she commences to talk and laugh and tell me how much she missed me, and how much she loves me. I still listen as she talks and tell her that life without her is painful and lonely. I tell her I write her every night, and ask if she has received my letters. She says no and that she writes me two letters per day just to tell me she loves me. I am puzzled, as I have no explanation as to why I am not receiving her letters. I tell her I sleep with her picture under my pillow each night. I tell her that I also cry myself to sleep many nights because I miss her so badly. She hugs me very tenderly and kisses me ever so softly on the cheek telling me that I am so sweet.

We stop the car in the very last spot. We move to the back seat of the car and move the front seat of the small 66 Ford Falcon all the way forward. We hold each other at first. Then I begin loving her with all the passion I can muster. We just hold each other and kiss. "I wanted to tell you so many things when I returned," I begin, " but just being with you takes my memory away. I can't think. My mind is blank because you overwhelm me Vickie."

"Then don't tell me anything. Just love me." She says. I hold her and love her, and love her, and love her, and love her. 

Finally passions build. I begin to perspire. I feel my heart in my ears. Tonight the world is ours. Tonight we will love. Her breathing goes from soft to faster. Her passions arouse and I can smell the feminine musk arising from under her arms. The smell of her womanly musk makes me dizzy. I kiss her for the four thousandth time and each time her lips are still inviting to me. Her breath smells sweet; the fragrance of her hair is like wild flowers, her skin smells sweet and clean. Passions continue to build and my heart thumps heavily in my ears. My body heat is peaked and I am aroused with a drive to make mad passionate love to her. I long to see the slender body of a goddess again. To touch her bare warm skin and feel her bare abdomen. 

No words are now spoken. We are consumed in the throws of our desire to feel each other. I know this as she now begins unbuttoning my blouse rapidly. She then almost tears it off, grabbing my T-- shirt and tearing it—literally off my body. A loud rip and rip again. I help her take off her tunic, I tenderly take off her tie, her blouse, her bra, then unbutton her skirt and unzipping it gently pull down by the waist band. I then tenderly pull off her skirt leaving on her underpants. A flower of such indescribable beauty should be unveiled last. I kiss her face, then her neck trailing down her body to her beautiful small breasts. Passionately I kiss her cute little nipples making them erect. Her aroma is intoxicating to me and my head becomes dizzy. What a rush! As I kiss her nipples she gasps a large gulp of air. Her skin is warm and inviting. I cannot think of a way to properly do the true worship deserved by such a goddess. I am unworthy of such a thing of great beauty. 

She stops me and continues to undress me taking off my boots, my socks, my trousers, and almost tears off my boxer shorts only to discover the real extent of what her ministrations have done to me. She then kisses my neck while sitting in my lap with her chest thrust against my chest. 

The feeling of her small breasts against me make me hold her closer. I am overwhelmed with arousal and she feels this as she involuntarily moves her hips back and forth. I trace my fingers down her spine and over her hips that are yet covered by her under pants. I cannot quit stroking her back, then her ribs. I run my hands all the way to her arm pits and run the backs of my fingers over the soft skin of her underarms. It is so soft and smooth. As I do the aroma of her musk becomes very heady and stimulates my blood pressure. Her breathing increases. Her arms about my neck clamp down again and she squeezes. 

I again run my hands down her ribs then back up and back down. I then feel her breasts again and kneed them as bread dough they are so soft and pliant. Warm sensations move down her body as she thrusts her abdomen against me. Our mouths are locked in a kiss as her saliva runs down the side of our mouths and she darts her small tongue into my mouth and moves it around. Intoxicating. My breathing increases. My masculinity feels as if I will explode as my heart heavily beats in my ears. 

She suddenly stops moves off my lap and sits in the car seat, removed her under pants and says to me "Fulfil your desire for me and do to me what you said at Anthony's that night last year." Her voice is now very husky and low. I move down onto the floor of the car and start kissing her delicate ankles. What beautiful skin, so fair, so clear, so soft and warm.

With all the tenderness I can muster, I kiss, and then lick her delicate ankle of her right leg, then her shin, then the inside of the back of her knee. Not knowing what I'm doing I lick the inside of her right knee and she softly gasps again in pleasure. I continue for a few seconds and then move up the inside of her thigh, again it is as chiffon in softness and smoothness, and again she takes a deep pleasurable breath. Her skin smells so good and pleasant. If only this moment could last forever I think. I cannot help but lick with my tongue her thigh it is such a delicacy to me. I near her femininity and her arousal is so obvious as to hold my attention and my gaze. Her soft hair so yellow and fine. Her aroma of womanhood, her moisture is as much a delicacy to me as the finest desert and sweet wines, but so much more invigorating. I kiss her leg. I kiss her lips so tenderly as to worship her because she is so divine. She gasps loudly in the throws of pleasure and ecstasy overtakes her. I reach her delicate feminine flower and slowly begin to kiss and lick her. Her nectar exudes on my tongue and flows freely. The taste is sweet and she smells divine. Her musk is heady and the aroma hits my nose and goes to my head. I become intoxicated on her musk and her fragrance. I become hopelessly lost in her love and the lust we share for each other. 

********* 

Tap, tap, tap on the drivers side window, we jump suddenly and the Staff Sergeants voice, attempting to sound gruff but not succeeding, wafts through the partially open window. "You two love birds in there, better sit up I'm coming in. With that she opens the door and slides under the wheel. The car seat is so far forward that I notice that her ample breasts are against the steering wheel. "Jesus this seat is tight." She says as she lets the seat back a notch or two. For all one could say about the Staff Sergeant, she knew how to be proprietary. "I caught a ride down here from the club and it's a good thing cause the windows are still covered with papers and you two are still necking I see." Never once had she looked back. Vickie and I have yet to dress and traces of our lovemaking is all over our bodies as well as our scents. "Do you two still need a little time to get dressed?" She asked, "cause if you don't dress soon I'm gonna undress and jump back there with you two."

"Come on back," Vickie declared her voice yet husky from her arousal. The Staff Sergeant laughed. I blushed again. "Honey is your face red?" She says as she turns and looks at me but doesn't look down behind the seat. "I see he still blushes sweetie." The Staff Sergeant says to Vickie. Vickie reaches over and pinches me on the nipple and giggles that little giggle. "Do her eyes still sparkle when she does that?" I ask inside the now darkened car. "Only when she's talkin about you sugar." The Staff Sergeant declares now in a more familiar tone with me. We toweled off and dressed, I was driven back to the Duty Office. We set a date for Saturday morning and Vickie and I kissed a very long kiss. 

************

"Hey Doc, one of my fellow trainees says as I enter the barracks, "Yea! What is it?" I asked. "I'll bet I know what you been doin." He says with a hearty laugh. "What have I been doin?" I ask Everyone laughs and chuckles. I don't have any idea what's going on. I walk on and Moore sees me as he is exiting the head with a towel about his waist. He pauses and says, "You know Jerry you ought to at least wipe off your face when you and she are through."




Vickie Holzgraff



"What do you mean Tom?" I asked. "Go look in the mirror." Moore says.

I step in the head and look to see the remains of Vickie's love juices on the side of my face. No wonder everyone was laughing and guffawing. I was demonstrating to everyone just how involved with her and I tried to be so private about it. I was embarrassed. I was also very glad she wasn't here to see it. God, I thought to myself, if I ever did anything to embarrass her or drive her away I think I would die. Life wouldn't be worth anything for me without her. I could never do anything to hurt her. Vickie meant the whole world to me and my whole world revolved about her. I literally worshiped the ground on which those two beautiful small feet stood.

Training went as training goes, the usual bravo sierra, the same stuff except for classes, which were on vital subjects. The next two days were from 0430 until 1900. God we were tired and some still had to stand duty that evening. The rest after chow went to hit the showers and then to bed. My next duty day was Friday night, which was supposed to be for 24 hours, but usually consisted of one 4-hour watch. My watch was from 0001 to 0400. Just the most lovely watch anyone could get. I went in and went to bed at 2000. I had liberty on Saturday and Vickie met me at 0815 right after morning colors. I was waiting and ready for a day with the most beautiful girl in the world. 

Into the parking lot she drove in her yellow and white 66 Ford Falcon. It was a nice little car and economical. It was a very solid car and better that some others on the road. I jumped in and we headed to 32nd Street Naval Station so that I could get some civies again. We stopped along the way to embrace and kiss. "God you're so beautiful." I stumbled out. "Why thank you sir." She said and let out that haunting little giggle and I noticed that her eyes still sparkled when she giggled. She, of all women, had the most beautiful smile, when she smiled her face glowed and the room would light up. "I can't tell you how much I have missed you being away." She declared. "I know, I have never missed anyone as much as you." I said "I've been thinking about something the last three days." She said. "What's that honey?" I asked.

"Why don't we get married while you are here?" She said. "I'd love too." I said "Wanna check it out?" She asked "We're not checking it out yet?" I asked meaning "Hell Yes."

We arrived at the 32nd street naval station at 0930 after a few stops, such as breakfast at Sambo's restaurant that catered especially to the Navy Personnel in the San Diego area. Not only did we stop at Sambo's, but we also had a few little stops along the way to "Check equipment," you know to kiss and embrace, reaffirm our undying love to each other, softly cry because of the sudden unexpected joy of my return. Emotions again overwhelmed us, but not in a sexual manner. It seemed that a fountain had opened in our heads and wouldn't turn off. Again a very heavy silence had fallen on us and we were lost in each other. 

"What would I ever do without you?" I asked. "I don't know how to answer that." She said. "Don't try to answer it. Just think about it Vickie. I don't know how to talk like other guys you know that. I can only tell you what is in my heart. Honey, every long night on the ship all I can think of is you. I probably shouldn't tell you this but I worship you. You are my goddess of love and tenderness." Suddenly not realizing how I am thinking of how to say all these things while waxing eloquent. It was apparent to me at that time in history that her education in Pennsylvania was far superior to mine in a small town school in rural Arkansas. Yet I was saying things which she had never heard out of my mouth. All we could do at that point was to again embrace, cry, and kiss—above all that tender kiss of hers said more than the inadequate words out of my mouth. 

"Do you know what made me fall for you that very first day Jerry?" She asked me. A huge lump in my throat made me unable to say anything to her. It was all I could do to shake my head no. "I fell for you because you were not like all of those other guys I knew who only wanted me for sex. You were innocent and so shy. You are still the most bashful guy I know. When I say little things to throw hints to you, you don't pick up on them because your so darned innocent. If anything ever happened to you I'd die. You see Jerry, I can't sleep at night either." Suddenly she choked on her tears and began to weep with her head snuggled into my chest. For several minutes she almost wailed. My blouse was saturated with scalding hot tears, which soaked into my T—shirt beneath. No more words were said. What was there to say? How could one speak after such powerful emotions?

We decided to get out of the car and go into the exchange. Vickie began to come around and started to tease me. She was recovering and told me that I was now a "Raw fish eater," something said of Seals. She asked what it was like to eat raw fish. I didn't say anything because of being so bashful, but I really enjoyed the way she teased me with her little cute comments and then—again that little bubbly giggle of hers made me melt inside. Of all the guys in the world I was the luckiest of all for the gods had granted that once in a lifetime love with the most beautiful of women. 

We went to the exchange and I bought some clothes, another three pair of trousers with matching shirts along with new socks and shoes. She wanted to know how I had learned to match clothing that way, as men usually didn't know. I told her my mother had taught me. She said she wanted to know about my folks. I told her that she would like mother's folks, but my brothers she probably wouldn't care for. Let's talk about them later I said. We went to the exchange laundry and I got the lady there to press and remove tags. I then changed in the exchange head and put on my new trousers and shoes. I stepped out of the head and had not yet put on my shirt. All I had on was from the waist down. "My god you're big now." She exclaimed touching my chest and arms. "I knew you felt different the other night when I undressed you."

"You mean when you tore my clothes off?" I said blushing again. She then pinched my left nipple hard and I said a loud "ouch!" She giggled again and my knees nearly got weak. "Are you gonna get your shirt on or do I have to tear it off again?" She said and giggled again.

We drove around San Diego for quite a while and went to Balboa Park and spent the afternoon seeing the sites but mostly rediscovering each other. Actually we neither saw many sites, nor did we do much except see each other. What could be more important than seeing her? I suppose that there were birds there in the trees, and perhaps grass on the ground, water in the pools for the birds, but who can say. I had the most important girl to look at in the world. 

True love is the most wonderful thing that two people of any age can discover. Nothing compares to it and nothing else is like it. When two people desire to give the ultimate gift of themselves to each other there is no one else in the world that fits as that person does. No song can describe it in words. Poets have attempted and failed in sonnets. Musicians have composed lyrics that do not meet that feel of love. True love is incomprehensible except to experience it. We two were given a second chance by the gods of fate and we realized this and weren't going to allow this opportunity to pass. We discussed what we needed to do, how we needed to get our blood tests, how to get our ceremony. Should we get a judge, then marry in a church later? Would a chaplain perform the ceremony? Vickie agreed that she could check this out while I am unable to do so because of the training. It was agreed between the two of us and we sealed the agreement with, of course, a kiss.

I made sure that I got the Staff Sergeant another dozen red roses and another box of Misses Sees Chocolates. I got her a card but didn't know what to write to her. Vickie took care of that and I signed the card. This was with the condition that I got to kiss the Staff Sergeant. Vickie had no problem with that. That afternoon we went to the Women Marine Barracks and Vickie got the Staff Sergeant to come outside. We went to the back to the patio that was enclosed. Most of the women were out on liberty or on duty at this particular time so the barracks was virtually deserted except for a few people on other floors. 

Vickie brought SSGT Taylor around who wasn't in uniform at that time. "I knew you'd be hanging around here somewhere Doc." She said in her usual crass manner more for effect than for anything else. Her attire was a blue dress with white lace and buttoned down the front. It was a rather modest dress that revealed no cleavage for which she was well endowed. She had quite a figure for a woman in her thirties. Her abdomen was flat and no midriff roll that many more mature women had. Her only problem was that her nose was too large for her face, which was square. If she had had a nose job, which was rare in those days, she would have been a very attractive woman. 

"Staff Sergeant Taylor," I commenced. "Hold it right there, I'm not on duty now and if you call me Staff Sergeant again I'm gonna hit you sailor boy." She said attempting to sound meaner than she had really proved herself to be. "What do I call you then ma'am?" I asked "Linda will be fine sugar." She said. "Linda…"I paused, "Linda I would like to present one of the most beautiful ladies I have ever known with something." I said, "I also have Vickie's approval on this." I added. "What would that be honey?" She said as she had gotten into calling me pet names. "First you must close your eyes," She did, "hold your hands in front of you," which she did. I placed the roses in her hands first. And then the candy. "You ass hole." She said with tears in her eyes which she attempted to hide but couldn't. "You need to put those down for a moment." I then said. She did. 

I then stepped up to her and with great admiration reached around her waist, embraced her tenderly and gave her the tenderest brotherly kiss on the lips that I could muster. Not understanding what had been happening between the two of us she returned a very affectionate kiss as tears streamed down her face running her make up. She continued to hold me for a long time and squeezed me tightly in her embrace. I felt her abdomen press against me stirring me to an erection, which she also felt. The passion of the moment almost overwhelmed the two of us. She then released me and wiped her eyes as she cried. "You always do make me whimper like this." she stated between a strained voice and sobs. Her face flushed as large tears streamed down her face.

I was flushed with passion because there was something about her, which I could not explain, that had given me such a head rush. My heart was beating in my ears with a heavy thumping sound, and my face was flushed as usual. If Vickie had noticed any of the chemistry between the Staff…I mean Linda, and I, she never said anything. She now had tears in her eyes also with the affection of a little sister. I didn't know it but Linda had been storing and controlling a secret passion for me that I never knew about and had not been manifested until that moment. However, I as yet didn't realize what it was until later. 

"Linda, I've just had an idea, would you like to hear it?" I asked. "What's that?" Was all she could say between sobs. "Vickie and I have been together all day, and thanks to you many times in the past including the other night when you went to the club at Coronado NTC. You have been a jewel about this and God knows what it has cost you in time, money, and who knows how much liberty when you took her duty all those times. You have never asked for anything in return. Please allow me to show you my appreciation for you by asking you to dinner with the two of us tonight." I stated. "Oh baby, you don't have to do that." She said still wiping her eyes running out of tissues. I handed her my handkerchief "Thanks, " she stated. "You two deserve each other and you deserve to be alone, not with an old battle ax like me."

"Linda," I began, "you are real prize that no one has ever realized yet." I found myself becoming eloquent but not knowing why; "I would really feel bad if you didn't take me up on my offer. Besides that, you are a beautiful woman, and one day you'll come to realize that as I have now." I said and my face again flushed.

"Ain't he cute when he does that Vickie?" Linda said. "All Vickie could do was nod her head yes because of the tears now holding onto my arm. "OK sweetie, you just convinced me. I have to go in and get ready now because thanks to you, I am now a mess. How about you Vickie?"

"I could stand to clean up, but Jerry will have to stay out here by himself." Vickie said. "SHH, Linda put her fingers to her mouth. "I'll distract the watch and you sneak him in the back way to your room. When you've gotten all cleaned up and ready we'll sneak him out. You make sure there's no one on the floor before you let him in." Linda said. "Besides, it is just now 1645. We'll probably not leave till what, 1900 or later?" she looked at me. I agreed. True to her word she went in to the watch and was cleverly showing the watch, one of the girls she knew, her flowers, candy and card talking all kinds of girl talk. With a hand behind her she motioned Vickie in. Inside and to the second floor we went. 

In those days it was a court martialable offense to a male service member caught in the women's barracks, and many had been caught before like that and given a Bad Conduct Discharge (BCD). We had to not get caught. Vickie looked in the door and searched the hallway all the way to her room. So far so good. In the door I go and rush to her room which she has the door open and unlocked. It was like making the 100-- yard dash in less than 30 seconds but I made it. 

Once inside, Vickie closed the door quickly and locked it. I looked at her with a panicked look on my face. Vickie began to chuckle; I then began to chuckle. We then quietly laughed for a few minutes. Then the moment overtook us. Alone in her room and no one else there. Her roommate was out on the town and wouldn't be back for quite a while, but who cared? We quietly embrace and kiss a long passionate kiss. All day we have been in the presence of others and now we are alone again. It is overwhelming and we cannot control it. Quickly our clothes come off and we lie on her bed, which is the standard military bed, but her sheets are pink. We embrace again and kiss. Eventually she says "make love to me as you did Tuesday night. Kiss me everywhere including my femininity." 

One hour later, we lie together and she tells me that she loves her new experience that I have shown her. She tells me that each time we make love she wants me to love her the same way. I accept the invitation. She looks at the clock and declares that she must get a shower then asked me if I would like to get one. I would love to but I can't run down the hall to the head I tell her. She informs me that her head joins her room. This is quite a difference from the men's barracks. She locks the other door and lets me get my shower first. Once out she jumps in and bathes. I cannot help but notice the graceful curve of her body. That gentle slope of her back and hips. Her chest and abdomen with her smooth gentle outward protuberance of her lower abdomen, her gentle slope of her lovely small breasts are as a confection. "I am the luckiest man in the world." I declare to myself. Such beauty can't be described in mere words.

After we are dressed she shows me her things which I have no idea what to say of many of them. She loves pink. Any pink will do, but she also loves flowers. She didn't tell me when I bought them for the Staff…Linda that is. I must do something to correct this error. I look into her eyes and tell her that we must go to the nearest florist on the way to the restaurant on the way to where ever she desires to go to eat tonight. She accepts. I talk to her of her folks. She tells me of her brother who had been in Viet Nam, of her uncle and father, grand fathers. She is the first in her family of the women to serve also in her beloved Corps. 

She asks me about my family. I tell her that she would love the Nooners, and mother's cousins the Orrs. She wants to know about their military history. I tell of the Nooners who had always served in the Army. Of the different wars they served in. Of how they had both served in the Confederate and Union Armies in the Civil War, of their service in World Wars One and Two. Of how the Simms immigrated from Ireland and the Graves who emigrated from Wales. Of each one's service also in the Army. "So you broke tradition by joining in the Navy." She declared. I confirmed this. "I also broke tradition when I became a Seal." I stated. "Wow!" was all she could say. "Have you thought about how they will accept you when you return?" She continued. "I have." I began, "all my life I was told how I would never be better than my older brother Hamilton, and my next older brother Don. But I know that I can be better than them. I now know that I am better than them."

"Why?" she asked. "Hamilton was in the 101st Airborn division in the Korean War. "I didn't know that." She said, "You didn't mention that."

"Why should I? He doesn't give me the time of day when I'm around." I added. "Is that why you want to be a Seal?" she asked, "So you can feel superior to big brother who was a war hero from the past?"

"I guess that could be a part of it, but he really wasn't a war hero. He was a cook in the rear when the regular division was dropped behind enemy lines and got overrun by the Chinese." I added. "Then why would you want to be in the special operations area who do that sort of thing?" She asked "No Vickie, it is something I have to prove to myself. I can be better than him and I don't have to live in the shadow of my oldest brother who is a pompous ass, or my older brother who never did shit." I said vindictively. "Is that what this is about, just one big object lesson in how you can outdo them?" she asked heatedly. Her face flushing with anger. "No sweetheart it isn't," I continued, "I'm doing this for us. Honey I love you and wanted to be with you. I also want to serve in the war just as your father, grandfather's, and brother have as a proud tradition of being in the finest, I also want to be the finest the Navy has to offer. The only way I can do it is to do this. Would you want your family, who has proven they don't want us together, to prove me inferior to them? I couldn't take that." I asked somewhat angry at the thought. "Honey I want you to be the very best you can be, but I know that Seals do dangerous things, though I don't know what. I love you and couldn't stand to loose you and I know that a lot of Seals die on each mission they go on. I'd just die if I got word that you were killed in action over there." She said as she began to cry very heavily. I held her closely and realized for the first time how nervous she was about my being here for the type of training I was getting

How could I assure her that I would be in no more danger than her brother who had the dubious distinction of being known as the "Walking Dead." In fact our missions didn't produce as many casualties as did those of the Marine Infantry units in Nam. The whole problem with this war was that the news media was allowed to fan the flames of animosity toward the American serviceman or woman and not suffer retaliation from congress. It was as if everyone wanted us to be the bad guys here when the Gooks were worse than any thing we had ever seen. The news media's knew this also but didn't bother to confuse the public with the truth. 




Vickie Steps Out



No air seemed to be stirring in the corner of the factory at Vickie's workstation. What little air conditioning there was in the plant was there more for the machines than the employees. It kept the plant just cool enough for the computer controls not to over heat and the machines running. Even with the installation of the "Big Azz" ceiling fans, Vickie could not feel any cool air bearing down on her.

Vickie stood alone in her corner. The parts she machined she ran only required one operator unlike a few others that had several machines and several operators. Vickie spent long days at work. Her work kept her busy but not having anyone to talk with made for long days. Every now and then, the boys from the polishing department would come by and tease and flirt with her on their way to break or the restroom. They acted as if she was the mother of the group. Sometimes if they were caught up on their work, they would come to Vickie and talk about their weekend, or ask her advice on their woman problems. Vickie was always glad to talk to them, even when she really did not want to her their problems, she had problems of her on and no one ever bother to listen to her, but at least she had their company for a brief time as they stopped to talk.

Vickie was a nice looking woman. She was not 120 lbs even soaking wet, but she always worried about her weight. She had a small frame but what she had looked good where it was. She did not have big breast but they were not small either. She did have a small waist but that rolled into a nice round firm butt.

She normally wore just a t-shirt and jeans. With the heat, if she could get away with it, she would wear less. She always wore white tops because they were not as hot as dark clothing. The only reason she wore a bra under her top was because she did not want to appear she was in a wet t-shirt contest all day. The heat in the factory caused her to sweat all day from the time she got there to the time she left. 

It was only fifteen minutes left in the day. Vickie had already gotten her production number for the day and had already cleaned her work station. She stood leaning back on the work table waiting for time to run down on the clock. The line at the time clock had already begun to grow, but Vickie did not leave her station. She did not want the boss to say something about being away from her station before quitting time. Besides she stood enough during the day at her station, why would she want to stand in line and wait?

When Vickie saw people began to walk out the door, she knew the clock had finally clicked over to quitting time. She grabbed her purse and slowly walked to the clock. She was not in a hurry. Even after she had clocked out, she would have to face the mob trying to beat each other out of the parking lot. Some days it looked like the Indy 500 with people racing to beat each other out, others it looked like a demolition derby. Either way it was just organized chaos and Vickie did not want to fight that madness!

Even when Vickie had finally climbed in her car, she sat there a few minutes to let the line of cars shorten. She then cranked her car and slowly found a spot in line. As she let her car creep forward as each car in turn got on the main road, Vickie began to think about what she had to do at home. She would have to do a few loads of laundry, cook dinner, tidy the house a little and help the kids with homework. This was the day Scotty had to work over so he would not be in until later so she had to do it all herself.

As she got closer to the main road, she wondered what it would be like if she did not go home that night. What would happen is she decided to run away? What would happen if she decided to have a little fun for a change? Vickie had not really been out partying since college. After the kids came along, what little partying she did left. The closer she got to the main road, she began to wonder if she wanted to turn left and go home, or turn right to parts unknown! 

Vickie had to dismiss the idea of having a little "me" time and taking off. She had to do the adult thing and go home and take care of the kids. She would have to put that dream on hold once again.

Just before she reached the turn her cell phone rang. It was her husband. He called to say he had gotten off early and was already home. He mom had called and wanted the kids to spend the weekend with her so that is where he was taking them as soon as they finished eating the take out he had brought home.

Upon hearing this, Vickie turned right at the road. She lied and told him she was glad he had called. She was just about to call him. She told him that from out of the blue her roommate from college had called that day and wanted her to come to see her over the weekend. They had not seen each other since college. The truth was Vickie had not clue where her room mate even was. They had not talked since college, but before she could even get out the question was it ok, he told her to go. She needed a weekend away with her friends and with the kids away; he would invite a few of his buddies over for poker and football.

Vickie and he said their "I love you's" before hanging up. Vickie smiled as she sped up the highway to the interstate. She was going to find some fun to get in to this weekend. 

Vickie had not planned for this chance to get away, so she did not have any clothes for the weekend. She thought to her self that once she got to Nash Vegas, she would buy her a change of clothes for the night and a couple new outfits. She smiled because she knew one of the "new outfits" would be very sexy and appealing for a night out on the town trolling for men! It did not take Vickie long to get to Nash Vegas. On the outskirts of town she found a nice clean cheap hotel.  Near by was a small strip mall. She went there. She found a bath good shop and got her a bottle of bubble bath, then found a store where she brought herself a pair of jeans, tank top and a bra to wear the next morning. After she got a good nights rest, she planned to go shopping the next day to find the sexy outfit to go prowling in the next night and her other outfit to wear back home.

Vickie went to the hotel and checked in after shopping. While she was still at the desk she asked the clerk to order her a pizza for dinner and to have it delivered to her room. Once in the room, Vickie immediately filled the tub with hot water for a long hot bubble bath. After her long day at work and the drive, she was tired and wanted to relax.

As the tub filled, Vickie closed the drapes on the window and stripped down to her birthday suit. 

Just as she finished undressing, there was a knock at the door. Her pizza had arrived. Vickie just grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body. She held it tight with one hand as she opened the door. She invited the delivery boy in as she retrieved the money. He did not come in however because he said it was against his company policy to enter her room. Vickie understood and turned to get her purse. As she did her hand slipped. The towel fell to the floor before she could catch it. 

The baby face boy stood there in amazement as he looked at her firm curvy tanned body. He looked up and down her body, but when his eyes fell upon her large firm breast, he paused. He simply stared at her breast her now hard nipples. He stood there speechless. Vickie bent over to retrieve the towel, as she did she turned and mooned him. She blushed herself as she handed him the money.

Trying to gather his composure, he tried to hit on Vickie. He tired to say the most mature sounding thing he could to show her how grown he was, but when he tried to speak, only gibberish came out of his mouth. He could not even thank her for ordering the pizza and the tip she gave him.

Vickie just smiled as she closed the door and left him standing there still in a daze.

Vickie pulled the chair away from the desk. She placed it in the bath room next to the tub. She then placed the pizza on it so she could eat as she relaxed in the tub. 

In the tub she stretched out and relaxed for a few minutes. She then grabbed a piece of pizza and began to eat. She ate two slices before she went back to her bath. She lay as low in the hot water as she could. She rested her head on the tub's edge and closed her eyes. She began to think about what it would be like the next night. She thought about how good it would feel to find the right man and bring him back to her room for a little adult fun!

As Vickie day dreamed, she did not at first realize she had begun to carass her own body. Her hands had begun to slowly and gently rub her stomach and had moved up to her breast and nipples. She felt her fingers rubbing her nipples as they grew hard. It was not long before her other hand had found its way between her legs. She let her finger gently trace the lips of her womanhood. As her finger moved around her womanhood, it wasn't long before she let it slide deep inside her. Vickie caused her self to climax as she lay there.

When the water began to grow cold, Vickie let a little drain from the tub. She stopped it so let a little stay in the tub so she could shave her legs. She wanted to look as appealing as she could the next evening. She climbed from the tub and sat in its edge as she shaved. 

As she shaved her legs, Vickie looked at her womanhood. She normally just kept it short and fuzzy. She decided tonight that she wanted to shave it as close and smooth as she could also. Before she finished with the razor and water in the tub, she shaved her womanhood smooth.

Vickie finally left the bath room. She took what was left of the pizza and placed it on the desk. She then retrieved the television remote and lay on the bed in her birthday suit. She lay on her side as she surfed the channels. She finally found a soft porn movie playing on HBO. She stopped there to watch it a little.

Before she realized it Vickie had gotten into watching the movie. She did not even realize at first that every time the man in the movie touched the woman in the movie, she did the same to her self. Vickie's womanhood still was a little excited from her play in the tub so it did not take it long to start leaking and its love juices began to flow down Vickie's legs. Vickie touched her own body move for move that was happening on television. 

Vickie's womanhood began to shake from the attention. Her legs began to grow taut as well. Love juices ran out of Vickie's womanhood in long thick streams. Vickie began to moan from deep in her throat. Just like it was planned and timed, Vickie climaxed as the woman on the screen did. In fact, Vickie realized she too was screaming as she came just as the woman on the screen was, the only difference was Vickie's was genuine the woman on the screen was acting!

Once Vickie stopped shaking she climbed out of bed to wash up again. She came back and turned the television off. She was tired from the long day and exhausted from her "movie watching". Vickie turned off the lights and stood at the foot of the bed. Opened her arms wide and leaned in over the bed. She fell face first onto the mattress. She spread her legs open and lay there spread eagle for a few minutes, or so she planned. She did not know when she had fallen asleep. She woke the next morning in the same position!

Vickie slept hard once she did fall asleep. She did not wake up till a little after 12 noon. She climbed out of bed and went to wash her face. She brushed her long brown hair from her face as she looked in the mirror. She thought to herself, "No man will want me with my hair looking like this." She decided she needed to get a few toiletries while she was out shopping for her evening wear. She pulled her long hair back in a pony tail and dressed to go out.

Vickie went straight to a dress shop. There she found the smallest skirt she had ever seen. She tired it on just for fun. It fit her like it was made for her. The hem stopped just below her firm round buttock. As she walked around to see how it flowed, the hem tucked under each cheek as she walked. She liked how this looked and knew it would catch the eye of any man looking so she felt sure the man she hoped to find would be attracted to it also. She then found a nice low cut blouse to complement the skirt. 

Once Vickie left the shop she went to another department store to find her some perfume, make up and items for her hair and a few other things she would need for the evening.

When Vickie left the store, she headed down town to take in the sites. She parked her car and walked up and down the strip. As she walked she noticed a tattoo and piercing shop. She stood out side and looked at the tattoos they had displayed in their window. She watched people walk in and out of the shop. She finally decided to go in just to see what it was like there.

Inside were a few people. Vickie struck up a conversation with the owner and a few of the people sitting around waiting on tattoos or to be pierced some where. Before she realized it, they had talked her into getting her navel pierced. At her age this was something she never thought she would ever do. One of the men in the shop let her take his turn in line so she could have it done before she changed her mind. Before she knew what happened she had a nice shiny gold playboy bunny zipper ring hanging from her navel.

Before she left the shop, Vickie noticed some temporary tattoos the owner had displayed. She found a tiger poised as if it was climbing down from a hill and a humming bird feeding for a lily she liked. She knew she would never get up the nerve to get a real tattoo, but for her evenings' activities, she thought it would be fun to sport a tattoo or two. She decided to get both.

The shop owner said she could apply them her self but if she allowed him to do it for her, he would make sure no one could tell them from the real thing. He would also guarantee them to last for at least a month even if she went swimming or bathing. 

Vickie agreed to his offer and let him put them on. She told him she wanted the tiger on her breast and the humming bird just above her womanhood. She wanted it to look as if the flower was growing from there.

The owner took Vickie behind a screen to apply the tattoos. He took the time to clean her skin from all oils to help them stick and last longer. He then applied a light film of ink with an airbrush to help seal them. When he had finished, Vickie had two perfect looking tattoos. She smiled and her mind began to wonder to the coming night and the surprise her man would find.

Vickie had eaten a light meal as she shopped, but as she left the tattoo shop she realized she was again getting hungry. Since she had slept most of the day away, it was already getting late and she wanted to get back to her room to get ready for the night ahead. She did not want to have to wait for meal at a restaurant but did not to eat at a fast food place either. She compromised when she find a Shoney's. She knew they had a buffet so she could get in and out and have plenty of time to prepare her self once she got back to the room.

Vickie too enough time as needed getting her self ready. She paused before she left the room to admire herself in the mirror. She smiled as she noticed the tiger tried to peak out from her top. "Just right" she thought. She picked up her purse and headed for the club she knew she wanted to prowl.

At the club, Vickie walked around the place to get a feel for the surroundings. She also wanted to check out the crowd to see who was there. She didn't think she would find the man she wanted so early in the night but she looked any way. 

After a few minutes she finally found her self a seat at the bar. She ordered a drink and looked out over the crowd at every man that was there.

Several men and some young boys tried their best to pick her up. She just played with them. She did dance with several and accepted their drinks but when they tired to get her to leave with them, she always said no. They were not what she was looking for.


It was getting late and Vickie had not found any one she wanted to be with. She began to think she had wasted her night. She toyed with the idea of just leaving with some one so as not to make the evening a total lose, but just as she started to get off her bar stool, she looked up towards the door. In walked the tallest, most handsome man she had ever seen. He was it. He was who she had been waiting all evening for.

Vickie watched him as he crossed the floor heading for the bar. She watched as a few women stopped him and tried to talk to him. She watched as he kissed a few hands as a gentleman before turning them down. He had spotted Vickie and headed straight to her.

He took the seat next to Vickie and ordered a drink. He turned to Vickie and asked is she wanted something also. She accepted his offer. The two began to strike up a conversation and Vickie knew this was the man she would leave the club with. She crossed her legs letting her skirt ride up and gave him a good view of her "wares".

After some time, the man apologized for not introducing him self to her earlier. "My name is,,,,"

That was all he got out before Vickie placed a finger on his lips. "There is no need for names tonight", she told him. "We can be any one we want."

He agreed. He then told her he was from out of town. He had always dreamed of finding a lady he did not know sometime on one of his trips like this. He dreamed of finding her in a club and taking her to his or her place for hard, animal, passionate sex. He place one of his large firm hands on her thighs.

Vickie felt her womanhood jump and her blood grow warm. She looked down at his hand then up at him. She looked him straight in the eyes and said, "If you play your cards right, tonight we may see if we can make that dream come true." As she was saying that, Vickie had already removed her room's key card from her purse. She placed it on the bar next to his other hand. 

"Give me a few minutes to get my self together before you follow," she said. She then climbed up from her seat and started to walk off. He watched as she turned to look back at him. She licked her lips as she turned away once again and used her hand to playfully lift the back hem of her skirt to show him she wore nothing underneath.

The man looked down at the card. It had her hotel name and room number on it. He looked back up to watch Vickie short, curvy body walk away. 

He looked up at the bartender and smiled. The bartender looked surprised. Vickie had turned down several men already and with out trying this one was leaving to meet her. 

The man removed his wallet to pay his and Vickie's tab. The bartender did not take the money. He said, "It is on the house, just go make men every where proud tonight!"

Back at her room, Vickie got ready. She lighted several candles and incenses. She undressed and spread a thin layer of baby oil all over her body. She then put on just a small lacy thong and waited.

Mark paused for a second as he stood out side her door. He took a deep breath before inserting the key card in the slot. He walked into the room that was only lighted but what seemed to be several hundred candles. He walked in through the small hall to see Vickie lying on the bed. Her body sparkled in the candle light and from the baby oil. He just stood for a few minutes admiring her wife of fifteen years.

The couple had always wanted to do some thing like this. They talked about it several times and even planned out how they would do it. Their conversation on the cell phones Friday was their code in case someone was listening. It was Mark's clue to Vickie to tell her they could get away that weekend. Vickie picked up on it right away.

Vickie lay on the bed and waited for Mark to take her. He slowly leaned in and kissed her. She pulled him in close to give him a big wet sexy kiss. They kissed for several minutes before they even took a breath.




Vickie Steps Out



Mark stood up by the bed and Vickie did so also. She wrapped her arms around him and started kissing him again. She started kissing on his neck and unbuttoned one button at a time as she kissed down his stomach. She opened the shirt to reveal his chest and started kissing on his nipples. She made him began to growl. As he did she moved lower and undid his belt buckle so she could get to his now hard shaft. After his pants were down, she started kneeled in front of him and started kissing his shaft gently and tracing it with her tongue.

Mark moaned as she took him deep in her mouth. He felt her lips close around his shaft as she sucked him causing him to start to leak slightly in her mouth. When she started tasting him, she removed him from her mouth and used her tongue to lick his cum from his head. As the stream began to grow stronger, she gently sucked the tip of his head.

Vickie felt his body began to shake. After 15 years of marriage she knew he was about to come. She started sucking him harder to bring him to climax. She felt one strong burst come from his shaft, so she again took him from her mouth. She took her hand and rubbed him till he shot off. She leaned up a little to let it slide onto her breast.

When he finished, Mark lifted Vickie up and placed her on the bed. He climbed over her and repeats the steps she used on him. He started kissing on her neck. He moved to her breast, that is when he first really noticed the tattoo there. He just smiled and kept sucking on her nipples, making them hard and stand tall. After a few minutes lingering there, he started moving down her stomach. Again he paused when he saw the navel ring, it excited him. He took it between his teeth and gently tugged on it.

The pain from the freshly inserted ring caught Vickie off guard. She let out a loud scream. Mark did not stop, he just tugged a little more gently. As he did, Vickie began to find pleasure from the pain of his tugging. Vickie began to grow wet from the unexpected pleasure she receive from the pain.

Mark soon left her stomach and placed his lips square on Vickie's womanhood. He began to kiss it gently and did so till they started to kiss back. Then he took his tongue and began to trace Vickie's lips and then placed is tongue deep as he could inside her.

Vickie began to moan and shake. Mark always knew how to make her body come to life. He didn't always have to penetrate her with his shaft, he worked magic with his tongue and hands also.

As Vickie's body began to shake and her back began to arch, Mark placed an arm under her back. He lifted her so he could slide his tongue deeper in side her. He made her come within seconds of doing so.

After she stopped shaking, Mark moved over her. She took her hand and help him to slide his still hard shaft in her. Her lips seemed to swell around him, and started squeezing it also. Mark moved in and out of her slowly allowing her womanhood to accept it and start to climax again.

As Vickie lay there under Mark, she closed her eyes. The excitement of the moment began to over flow her. She lay there thinking about their honeymoon night. She thought about the nights they made love and made babies. She thought about the excitement of role playing and being picked up in a bar by a "total stranger". She thought about how they had to be quiet at home with the kids just in the next room and how they had to set the alarm for late in the night when the kids were sleep to even have a few moments alone to make love. Here they did not have to worry about this. Here they could make all the noise they wanted and not have to worry. All this drove Vickie wild. She let go. She became an animal making wild horny sex. She let the sex craved woman inside her out!

All the excitement, and the skill Mark used on her caused her body to shake uncontrollable. After fifteen years of marriage, he knew every button to push to get her aroused. Tonight he seemed to be pressing all of them. 

Vickie began to move faster under Mark trying her best to come! 

Mark moved faster with her. He started to jam his hard thick shaft harder and deeper inside her. Vickie was not sure she could handle the pressure she felt from deep in her loins. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. She dug her nails deep in Mark's back to hold him close. She began to shake uncontrollable as she started to explode. When she did, she almost bucked Mark off her!

Mark began to move slowly in and out of Vickie after she came. He wanted to bring her down slow and still enjoy it. Once she finished however, he rolled her over to her stomach. He help her up on her knees and hands. Once in the correct position, he put his shaft in her again. He took her long hair in his hands and began to pull back hard on it. He pulled back as if he was pulling the reins of a horse. Vickie growled and moan. She enjoyed his playing rough.

Vickie and Mark made love way into the wee hours of the morning. They had never made love so hard or so long. Vickie enjoyed the endless loving. Mark did also.

Once they finished, the couple fell on the bed like rag dolls. Both people gasped for breath. Both people were wringing wet from sweat and love juices flowing from their sex organs. Vickie felt the large wet spot that seemed to cover the entire bed. She had never released this much love juices before. She pulled Mark close to her then rolled over to place her back in his stomach. Mark then put one hand on her still large firm breast and the other on her still wet leaking womanhood. That is how the couple fell asleep.

The next morning, the couple woke to the sun shining in the crease of the drawn curtains. Vickie smiled at Mark and give him a kiss. "That was the best we have ever had." She said. Mark could not argue the point. He just smiled and kissed her back

They lay in bed arm and arm and talked the morning away. They knew they would have to try this again some time.

He asked about the tattoos and the piercing. She explained it all and asked if she needed to get rid of them. He told her in no uncertain terms not to get rid of the navel ring. He loved it and liked it to tug on as he moved down on her. He told her he did not see her complaining either when he tugged on it as they made love and she began to moan. 

He liked the tattoos but was glad in a few days they would fade, but promised her, they would take pictures of them as a reminder of their weekend.

Mark finally got up to dress. He told Vickie he promised his mom he would pick the kids up by 5 and since they had a two hour drive back home, he needed to hit the road. He told her he did not want to be late because he thought his mom was a little suspicious about him leaving the kids with her on such short notice anyway. He did not want her to figure out what was really happening.

Vickie understood. Still nude, she walked him to the door and gave him a big good bye kiss. "See you soon sexy" was all she said.

After Mark left, Vickie climbed back in bed. Her body was still drained from the night before, she needed a short nap to recover before dressing , packing and heading back home her self. She dreamed about how they had made love that night. She could feel them making love just as it happened. Vickie realized her womanhood was shaking and beginning to leak again. She just smiled. "Tonight I guess I need to do something about this" she thought before drifting off for her nap.



Vickie, The Baby & Me



Vickie meet me at the front door in what she called her "slut suit" which was nothing more than a pair of "Come Fuck Me" pumps.

"What's the occasion?

"I've got great news honey. I'm finally pregnant – we are going to have a baby."

"Oh wow Vick, that is great news" I said and not meaning a word of it. In fact, her little announcement ruined my day.

I did not want children. I have never wanted children because, to me at least, children are more trouble than they are worth. Once they are on the scene everything in your life becomes subservient to them. Everything is suddenly qualified by, "What about the baby?" or "What will we do with the kids?" Children alter and even kill relationships. I've seen it happen countless times. I watched it happen with my own parents. My parents had four children who they loved dearly, but the energy expended to take care of and to meet the needs of those four kids left precious little to use to sustain their own personal relationship. By the time the four kids were grown up and gone my parents had no relationship, they just lived in the same house and co-existed until the arrival of the grandbabies gave them something to do. I can't even begin to count the number of my married friends who had children and then watched their lives stagnate.

A good part of the change, maybe even the major part, is financial in nature and it intrudes on almost everything. Want to take the wife out and give her a break? Sure you do, but can you find a sitter that you can afford? Even if you find a sitter the first half dozen times you use her end up being wasted nights. Your wife will agonize over whether the sitter is really reliable and she will be constantly going to the phone to 'check in' and see how things are going. Then by the time you are comfortable with the sitter she becomes unavailable because she has just 'discovered' boys or he will have just discovered girls and you have to start all over.

That Ram Charger 4x4 you are drooling over? Forget it! It just isn't the sort of vehicle you need for a family with kids so let's just go over there and look at the Ford Windstar. The lesson was driven home almost any time I went anywhere with a guy who had kids. There was a boat show at the Convention Center only a couple of blocks from where I work. On day at lunch hour Tom, a guy I work with, and I went over to check things out. We were looking at a Bass Boat and Tom commented that he had always wanted one. 

I looked at the MSRP and said, "So get one. It isn't all that expensive."

"Yeah, I know, but Jenny needs braces so I have to watch my pennies."

The litany was always the same: "I can't really afford a bigger house right now, but I need more room for the kids." "I would really like to have it, but I need to put money aside for little Billy's college fund." "I was going to, but my wife wants Nancy to have dance lessons and piano lessons so I guess I'll have to wait a little longer."

Next comes the time issue. The husband works longer hours to try and make more money while the wife is left at home to take care of the kids. She starts getting pissed that she is stuck in the house with screaming kids, spilled food, constantly wet diapers and he gets to avoid it all by running off to some quiet office every morning. She jumps him for not doing his 'fair share' and the relationship starts on its downward slide. To placate her he gives up stopping with his buddies for a beer after work, or he gives up his bowling night or his Saturday golf date. Or he doesn't which only makes it worse. Or maybe he goes the other way.

"I've got my night out so you should have yours. Go ahead, get out of the house, and spend some time with your girlfriends. Me and little Jimmy will be fine."

After a couple of months he thinks he sees something and he becomes suspicious. Is she really playing cards over at her cousins? Did she really go to a Tupperware party? He starts checking her out when she comes home, sniffing her panties when she tosses them in the dirty clothesbasket. Going through her purse looking for men's names and phone numbers. She isn't stupid and she picks up on it and soon the two of them are warily eyeing each other and the relationship begins to sour.

Okay, I know that these examples are all from the cynic's point of view, but there is enough truth in there that has made me never want kids. And now here was my wife telling me about our own prospective blessed event.

I met Vickie in college and fell for her like a ton of bricks which was unfortunate because she was engaged to someone else at the time. I watched her from afar and prayed every day for Roger to get run over by a truck, get struck by lightening or some other thing along those lines. Nothing that drastic happened, but one day they were no longer a couple. According to Vickie's friends they broke up because she caught him in bed with some one else. According to Roger's friends he dumped her when he got tired of her fucking other guys. I didn't know which side was right, but then I really didn't care. All that mattered to me was that Vickie was available for dating and I moved in to try and be first in line.

I asked her out, she accepted and over the next three months we went out on several dates. We hit it off, but Vickie wasn't interested in a steady relationship.

"I just got out of one of those and I'm in no hurry to do that again."

She did like sex though and we went to bed after our fourth date. I didn't give up on trying for a more permanent relationship, but Vick was always hesitant and then suddenly it all changed.

"I think we should move in together and see how we fit" she said. It seemed to me that we fit very well and after nine months I asked her to marry me.

"That's a pretty big step to take honey. I know things are working out well for us right now, but we have never even discussed the future."

"What is there to talk about? I'm crazy about you and I want you in my life forever."

"Well for one thing honey, we have never talked about a family. I want babies, lots of babies. My ideal would be two girls and two boys, but it doesn't matter. What does matter is that I want kids, but I've never heard you say a word on the subject."

Okay, I know it was wrong, but even though I didn't want kids I did want Vickie – I wanted her bad enough to lie to her. 

"I never mentioned it because I thought marriage with kids was a foregone conclusion. I never really gave any thought to how many and what flavor. My only concern would be having them too quickly after getting married. I always thought it was better to get your feet on the ground financially before starting a family."

We talked about marriage for another two weeks or so and then Vickie finally said yes to my proposal. We married three months after graduation, got jobs and started saving money for a house. Vickie wanted to go straight into a four bedroom so the family could grow into it. I wanted a small two bedroom because I knew that we were not going to have kids so I convinced Vickie to start small, build equity and then move up as we needed to.

Vickie realized the need for financial stability before having kids so she was on the pill and as added insurance I always wore a condom when we made love. At the end of three years Vickie told me she was going off the pill.

"It is time for me to start having my babies. I don't want you using condoms any more either."

"Are you sure that you are ready for such a big step?"

"Oh I'm ready honey, more than ready. I want my babies while I'm still young enough to enjoy them. I don't want to show up at the youngest one's high school graduation looking like the grandmother."

Two years later Vickie was still childless and bemoaning the fact that she couldn't get pregnant. She went in for tests and was told that there was nothing wrong with her. She started bugging me to go in and get myself tested so I told her that I had and had been told that I was fine. She started doing things that might help her conceive. She even went so far as to stand on her head as I plunged down into her on the theory that my sperm would fall faster toward her womb because of gravity. But it didn't matter what Vickie did she still couldn't get pregnant which really wasn't at all surprising to me. I did not want kids and I took steps to make sure that I never had kids. Two months before our wedding I had a vasectomy and now here was Vickie telling me that we were going to have a baby. As I looked at her with the fake 'happy' smile on my face I had to face up to the possibilities – either it was the long awaited Second Coming or my wife was a cheating whore.

Being an agnostic I had never bought into the virgin birth tale so that, in my mind anyway, narrowed the possibilities down to just one and that was that Vickie had been, or was being unfaithful. After dropping her little bomb on me Vickie grabbed my hand and started trying to pull me to the bedroom.

"Come on honey, we need to celebrate. I need to start fucking your brains out every chance I get so you won't feel so deprived when I get so far along that we can't make love anymore."

It wasn't going to happen.

It was as if the knowledge that Vickie was cheating on me had tripped a switch somewhere in the back of my head and all of a sudden my dick would not get hard. Vickie sucked, she stroked, she teased, but nothing she did would get my cock hard. She tried several times that night but to no avail. I passed it off as something stress related from work.

"I don't know sweetie, but what with the economy being in the toilet and talk about cutbacks and layoffs running through the company I'm just totally stressed out."

The fact that I couldn't get it up with her didn't really bother me because I didn't want anything to do with her cheating ass anyway.

Three months went by and Vickie was showing. There was a time when I thought that pregnant women were the sexiest thing around and the sight of a pregnant women would have lit a raging bonfire in me, but the sight of Vickie did not affect me that way. Just the opposite. The sight of my unfaithful pregnant wife turned my stomach. I was one confused puppy. I loved Vickie and I hated her at the same time and I suppose that is why I was still with her and hadn't pulled the plug. We had not had sex since the day of the big announcement even though she had tried everything she could think of for about six weeks before she gave up. I still got plenty of hard ons, but just not at home. I also had plenty of opportunities to get laid, but I wouldn't cheat on my wife even though she had obviously been cheating on me. I knew that I would eventually call her out on the kid, but I just wasn't ready right then. I don't know if I was waiting on a sign of some sort or what, but I did know that I wasn't going to raise some one else's kid and that I would confront Vickie before the kid came. 

I might have waited the whole nine months had I not got pissed off. My boss came up to me shortly after lunch one day and told me that he needed a big favor. 

"I need some one to hand carry some documents over to Lee Holtzman, wait while they are being signed and then hurry up and get them back here to me."

"No problem boss. At this time of day there shouldn't be much traffic and I should be able to get over there and back in a couple of hours."

I took the documents and headed out. Going cross-town to Holtzman Plaza took me right past our neighborhood. I had no real reason to stop at our house, but something seemed to be pulling me toward it. When I got on our street I saw a strange car in our drive and I immediately wondered if it was Vickie's lover or a girlfriend and I decided to find out. I pulled up and parked in front of the house and went inside. I heard the shower running upstairs and I headed on up. The bed looked like a cyclone had hit it. The sheets had wet spots on them just about where Vickie's ass would have been if she were getting screwed. I saw a small pile of men's clothes on the floor and peering around the corner into the bathroom I saw a man in the shower with Vickie. I walked over to the pile of clothes and got the man's wallet out of his pants and opened it. The name on the driver's license was Roger Grove – Vickie's fiancée from college! 

I debated going into the bathroom, pulling both of them out of the shower, beating the snot out of him and then throwing both of them naked out into the front yard. I had actually turned and had taken a couple of steps toward the shower when a voice in my head told me not to be hasty. Violence would only cause more problems. What I needed to do was get more information and then use it to my best advantage. I put Roger's wallet back in his pants and dropped them to the floor and then I quietly left the house. That night after work I stopped at Electronics Universe and bought three voice activated tape recorders and a carton of tapes and then I headed on home.

I hid one of the recorders in the living room, one in the bedroom and then I went down in the basement and hooked the third one up to our telephone line. I had considered hidden video cameras, but decided that they were too expensive and I didn't really need them anyway. When I got ready to toss Vickie out on her ass the DNA test on the baby was all I was going to need. All I was looking for with the tape recorders was why? What had I done to make her cheat on me? For that matter, did I even do anything? And I really, really wanted to know how long it had been going on.

For the first two days there was nothing on the tapes except TV sound, the vacuum cleaner running and the noises made as a housewife went about taking care of her home. The recorder on the phone line captured conversations between Vickie and her mother and Vickie and her sister. On the third day I got what I was looking for. One of the calls on the telephone line recorder was from Roger. Vickie: Hello? Roger: Hey lover, we still on for one? Vickie: I'll be waiting in my slut suit when you get here. Roger: Nothing like an eager lover. Vickie: Is being eager and being horny the same thing? Roger: It is in your case babe. See you at one. Vickie: I'll be waiting.

The living room tape had nothing but garbled noises since it was to far from the front door to pick up anything clearly, but I did hear the door close and footsteps pounding up the stairs. The bedroom tape started as soon as they came into the room.

"Hurry baby, I haven't had your cock for three days and I'm horny as hell and I need it."

"If you want I won't waste time taking off my pants."

"Oh no lover, the last time we did that my pussy hairs got caught in your zipper and it hurt like hell. Hurry up and get naked baby, I want that hard cock of yours."

There was the sound of clothes hitting the floor and then I heard Vickie say, "Ooh baby, he looks like he's happy to see me. Bring him here baby, come to momma."

"Where do you want it?"

"In my pussy baby, fuck me first and then I'll suck it hard later."

The sounds of movement on the bed was followed by, "Oh yes, that's it baby, push it in, push it in deep, push it in hard lover, push hard."

For the next five minutes I listened to the sounds of them fucking, heard both of them announce that they were coming and then I heard Vickie say, "Thanks lover, I really needed that. Now let me suck on that beauty and get you up again."

I listened to two more fuck sessions and then I heard, "Have you given any more thought to where you and I will be if your dipshit husband ever decides to do his duty again?"

"Don't call him a dipshit Roger. And I've already told you where we will be if he starts making love to me again – nowhere! I told you that coming in."

"No, what you told me was that you needed someone to help you get pregnant. I assumed that since you asked me to do the job that you had feelings for me and that we might get something going."

"In the first place Roger, I picked you because you and Jerry have the same hair and eye color and are reasonably close to being the same size. Secondly I'd say that given what we have been doing for the last hour that we do have something going."

"You know what I mean Vickie."

"Yes Roger, I know what you mean, but I told you up front that all I wanted was for you to get me pregnant, nothing more."

"Then why am I here now? You are as pregnant as I can get you until you have the baby and then get cleared by the doctor to have sex again."

"You are here because I need sex and Jerry hasn't made love to me since I told him I was pregnant."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Maybe he's afraid he'll hurt the baby."

"His cock is that long? He's afraid that he'll poke the baby's eye out or something?"

"Roger, do you enjoy fucking me?"

"You know I do baby."

"Well if you want to keep on fucking me you had better stop taking cheap shots at Jerry."

"I'm sorry Vickie. It is just that it pisses me off that you left me for him. That baby in you should have my name when it is born."

"I didn't leave you for Jerry, I left you because I caught you fucking Sally Colby."

"Oh come on Vickie. I only fucked her to get even with you for fucking Tom Post, Bill States and George Bounce."

"Did you see me fucking them Roger?"

"No, but..."

"No buts Roger. You heard a rumor and you believed it. You have no idea if it really happened or not. I on the other hand saw you fucking Sally so I know for sure that it happened."

"You know what I'm saying Vickie. I just feel like I'm being used."

"Of course you are being used Roger, and you can look forward to being used for years to come. I plan on having a lot of kids and I want them all to have the same father and you are the man I picked to do the job. As an added benefit you get to fuck me as long as Jerry doesn't, but you do it with the clear understanding that I love my husband and if he ever starts making love to me again I stop having sex with you. At least until it is time to make the next baby."

I shut off the tape and ejected it from the recorder. I knew what I wanted to know and now all I had to do was figure out what to do next.

INTERMISSION

It doesn't matter what kind of story I write there is always feedback, both good and bad. For this type of story the feedback is predictable. Half of it will be similar to, "You loser! Another wimpy husband story, you make me sick" or "Not all women are the whores that you make them out to be. You should be ashamed. Your mother was a woman." Of the remaining fifty percent there will be twenty percent telling me what I should have written, i.e., "And then he should have fucked her in the ass and then laughed at the cum running down her leg saying there goes a kid you'll never have and then he grabs her head and fucks her face with his shit covered dick and then..." There will be another twenty percent that will be evenly split between those who liked the story and who will want a sequel and those who thought the story would have had a little more merit if I had only_______(fill in the blank). There will be at least three telling me that my comma usage and semi colon use is wrong and at the very least there will be one taking me to task for mixing up my tenses. To those grammarians I can only say that an eighth grade education will only take me so far. To the rest I say I write for my own enjoyment and then I offer to share. Like it or not, know that I have satisfied my target audience – me!

However, in a probably misguided effort to please as many readers as possible, I have provided several alternate endings for this story. Hopefully, you will find one that satisfies you. And now, back to the story.

Ending A..

I tossed the tape into my briefcase and sat down to plan my revenge against the faithless bitch and her asshole of a lover. It took me two weeks to work out their schedule. It seemed that Roger could only get away on Mondays and Thursdays so I decided to make my move on the following Thursday. I was waiting down the street when Roger pulled up in my drive. I saw him get out of his car and go into my house and you wouldn't believe how much that pissed me off. He didn't ring the bell or knock on the door, he just walked right in as if he belonged there. I sat in my car and gave the cheaters long enough to get naked and on the bed and then I got out of the car and headed for the house. I stopped in the drive long enough to use an ice pick on all four of Roger's tires, and then I opened the door and set the automatic door locks and then I went into the house and headed up the stairs.




Vickie, The Baby & Me



They were so busy at cuckolding me that neither one of them even knew that I was in the room until I loomed over them. I saw the horror on Vickie's face as she looked up in time to see my right forearm close on Roger's throat in a chokehold and my left grab a handful of his hair. I jerked him up off of Vickie and with the chokehold and pulled hair keeping him off balance I frog marched him down the stairs and to the front door. I pushed his naked body out the door and then locked it behind him. I went to the phone and called the police and reported a naked peeping tom, gave my name and address and then called the local TV station with the same tale. Then I went upstairs to deal with Vickie.

She was cowering on the bed with the covers pulled up to hide her nakedness and she was crying.

"Get off the bed Vickie. Either do it on your own or I'll grab a handful of your hair and haul you off the bed like I did Roger."

"Jerry please, I can explain" she cried as I pulled the covers off her and reached for her hair. She scrambled off the bed and reached for a robe.

"Leave it Vickie. I want you to stay just as you are. Now get your whoring ass down the stairs."

"Please Jerry, let me explain."

"Move it Vickie" I said as I reached for her hair again.

She scurried down the stairs and I told her to go over to the front door, "I want to show you something Vickie."

"Please honey, if you would just let me explain."

"Later Vickie. Right now I have something I want you to see."

I opened the door so she could see a naked Roger trying to get in his car.

"What is it I'm supposed to see?"

"Your lover Vick. See him trying to get in his car and hide his nakedness from our neighbors and anybody who might be driving down the street? Have you no compassion for the man? Tell you what Vickie, why don't you go out and keep him company" and I pushed her out the door and locked it behind her.

I was watching through the front window as the News 4 van pulled up in front of the house and the police car pulled into the drive. I smiled as the two officers got out of the car and headed for the two naked people who were trying to hide behind the rose bushes and as the television crew from News 4 recorded the scene for posterity.

Ending B.

I watched Jessica chasing Sam around the backyard while the dog chased after the two of them. I looked over at Vickie, big as a house in her ninth month, and thought about what had brought me to this point in my life. Not ever wanting kids and being dead set against having any had blinded me to the desire of Vickie for just the opposite. I cheated her when I married her knowing that I would never give her what she most wanted. You could probably say that I got what I deserved when Vickie turned to someone else to give her what she needed.

Something strange happened to me when I listened to that tape. When I heard Vickie tell Roger that she loved me and that with the exception of making babies he wouldn't be in her bed if I was just doing my duty the switch in my head that was turned off when she announced her pregnancy suddenly got turned back on. I realized that I loved Vickie as much then as I did on the day I lied to her to get her to marry me. I destroyed the tape and then I had gone upstairs, picked Vickie up and carried her into the bedroom, and then I made love to her until I was exhausted. After that night I made sure that Vickie would never need Roger again. Oh she still saw him from time to time, Jessica and her round belly were proof enough of that. Maybe she still saw him during the week when I was at work, but I doubted it because I believe what I heard her say on the tape.

When Vickie had come back from the doctor after having an ultrasound done on her current bun in the oven she told me it was a boy.

"Have you given any thought to a name for this one?"

"If it had been a girl I was thinking maybe Gloria after your grandmother. For a boy I was thinking maybe Roger."

I thought I saw the trace of a smile around her eyes, "I think Roger would be a great name for him."

Vickie came up to me as I was watching the kids race around the back yard and she put her head on my shoulder, "Do you have any idea how much I love you?"

"Enough to stay with me forever I would hope."

"Lover, dynamite couldn't separate me from you."

"I love you too Vick" I said as I thought, "A lot more than you will ever realize."

Ending C.

I tossed the tape in my briefcase and sat down to plan my revenge. Subtle, I wanted something subtle, something that I could do that would hit them when they least expected it. It took me a week to come up with the plan. The beauty of it was that I had months to set things up. I could take my time and do it right and they would never see it coming.

The first thing was to tell Vickie that I had been to see a doctor and that it turned out that I had acute erectile dysfunction and that he was working with me to help me solve the problem. Then I played the part of loving husband and happy expectant father to be while I quietly liquidated holdings and moved assets. The happy day arrived and when the time came I rushed Vickie to the hospital and as they loaded her on the gurney and pushed her toward the delivery room I rushed back home. I loaded all of Vickie's stuff in boxes and loaded them in the back of my pick up and on the way back to the hospital I swung by Roger's place and stacked all the boxes in front of his garage door. As I was unloading them Roger's wife came out and asked me what I was doing and so I told her. She seemed a little upset when I pulled away.

At the hospital I found that Vickie had just delivered and was being moved to the recovery room. We already knew from the ultrasound that the baby was going to be a boy and we had already picked a name. It was to be John Curtis Markham, John being her father's name and Curtis being the name of my dad. They came and got me when Vickie started coming out from under and the first thing she said to me when I came into the room was, "Have you seen him?"

"No. I didn't see any need to."

She looked at me and shook her head as if to clear it since she obviously hadn't heard me right.

"I haven't seen him Vickie and I hope to God I never do. I did do something for the little bastard though. When they asked me for the information to put on the birth certificate I made sure that they got the father's name right. Also, I decided against naming him John Curtis. I thought Roger would be a more appropriate name. The name on the birth certificate is Roger Louis Grove, Junior. I mean Roger was concerned that the baby wasn't going to have his name, wasn't he?"

"I...I... I don't kno... know what you mean?"

"Sure you do Vickie. I know that your head is a little foggy right now, but you are a college graduate, you'll figure it out."

I pulled some papers out of my back pocket and handed them to her. "Those are divorce papers. That number paperclipped to it is Roger's phone number in case you have forgotten it. You need to call him when they release you to leave. Hopefully he will come down and pick you up since I sure won't. I've dumped all your stuff in Roger's driveway and I've changed all the locks on the house so don't bother trying to come back there." Then I walked out of the room and headed on home.

Ending D.

I tossed the tape in the briefcase, closed it and then hesitated and took the tape back out. I rewound it to the place I wanted and hit the play button.

"I love my husband and if he starts making love to me I stop having sex with you."

I rewound the tape and played it again, "I love my husband" and then a third time, "I love my husband."

I ejected the tape and put it back in the briefcase and then I sat there looking at the framed picture of Vickie on my desk. I replayed in my mind the other portion of the tape that had caught my attention.

"If he starts making love to me I stop having sex with you."

Making love versus having sex. I felt a tingle in my groin, the first one brought on by thoughts of Vickie since the announcement of her pregnancy. Over the next two days I listened to that tape three dozen times and every time I heard, "Fuck me first and I'll suck you later" or "Push it in, push hard lover, push hard" my cock got as hard as an iron bar as I remembered how she used to say those same things to me. Using what I'd heard on the tape I pictured in my mind the two of them on the bed. I'd see Vickie with her legs spread wide crying out, "Push it in." I heard the soft grunts as she was pushed into from behind and I heard the slurping sounds as she sucked cock, but it wasn't Roger I pictured doing these things with her, it was me.

I was driving myself crazy. The tape recorders were still in place and I reviewed them daily. Twice more I listened to sex sessions between Roger and my wife and then one day I heard Roger say, "The earliest that I can get there tomorrow is two and I have to leave by three, is that okay?"

"It will be if your cock is hard when you get here and we don't have to waste a lot of time on foreplay."

When I heard that I knew what I had to do. The next morning I left the house for work and drove my car over to the next street and parked it. I walked home and entered the garage through the back door and then walked over to the door that connected to garage to the house. I put my ear to the door and listened for what I hoped would happen. It was a long wait and I was just about to give up and leave when I heard it – the upstairs shower running. I quickly moved into the house and rushed up the stairs and hid myself in the spare bedroom. I had already put a couple of books and several cans of soda in the room and I settled down to wait.

Roger arrived at one fifty five and when Vickie went to greet him I crossed the hall and hid in our bedroom closet. Minutes later Vickie and Roger came into the room. I saw that Vickie had her 'slut suit' on and my cock leaped to attention. Vickie walked straight to the bed, climbed on it and spread her legs.

"Hurry up damn it, you're wasting time."

I could not believe how erotic Vickie looked with her legs spread and her belly rising up like an Indian burial mound or hill. Never having made love to a pregnant woman I had no idea how Roger would overcome the obstacle that belly presented. He got on the bed and picked Vickie's legs and put them on his shoulders and lifted her up so her weight was on her upper back and shoulders and then he plunged into her.

"This would be so much easier on both of us Vick if you would just let me do you from behind."

"We have been over that ground several times Roger, I just don't trust you."

"Come on Vickie, you know that you like being fucked in your ass."

"I don't like it Roger – I love it!"

"Then why won't you let me?"

"I've told you Roger, my ass belongs to Jerry."

"Get real Vick. He can't, won't or isn't able so why deny yourself the pleasure?"

Roger, I love the man and I have to keep something that is his and his alone. Take what you can get and be happy, okay?"

For the next hour I watched as they fucked, sucked each other in a sixty-nine and then fucked again. Vickie was going after Roger's cock again when he suddenly said, "Look at the time sweetie, I've got to get going."

"Oh please Roger, do you have too? I'm still as horny as a goat."

"Sorry sweetie, but I have to make this meeting. Tell you what though. Try to hang on and I'll take half a day off work tomorrow and get her about noon and I can stay until the usual time."

"Please baby, get here as early as you can. The farther along I get the more I seem to need sex. I could probably go all day if you could."

"Sorry baby, I'm not Superman, but I'll try my best."

"See yourself out baby, I need to see if I can get the edge off before Jerry gets home" and she got up and went to her dresser and got out a dildo that I didn't even know that she had. Roger left the room and Vickie got on the bed and started using the fake dick on herself. As she worked the dildo in and out I heard her moan, "Come on Jerry, make me cum, please Jerry baby, make me cum."

I heard the front door close and I took a deep breath and left the closet. I approached the bed and looked down at Vickie who had her eyes closed as she rammed herself with her dildo.

"Would you rather have a real one?"

Her eyes shot open and I saw fear and worry on her face and then her expression softened as she saw my hard cock.

"Well, would you?"

"Oh God yes lover, I want it. I've missed you terribly, hurry."

"Where do you want it?"

She scrambled and got up on her hands and knees, "In my ass lover, in my ass. I love you in my ass baby and it's been so long."

It was a long evening. I seemed to have a perpetual hard on and every time we finished and Vickie wanted to talk my cock just swelled up again. I finally got to the point where my dick was dead and I just couldn't go anymore. Vickie's first question was, "What time did you get home?"

"I never left."

Alarm swept over her face, "You know?"

"I've known for months now. I knew the day you told me you were pregnant."

"How could you know?"

"I knew because I lied to you," I said as I lied to her again. "When I went to the doctor to get tested the tests showed that my sperm count was so low that I could never father a child. I knew how bad you wanted babies and I was afraid you would leave me if I told you the truth. So yes, I knew you were cheating as soon as you told me I was going to be a daddy."

"You must hate me."

"I did for a while."

"A while? Are you saying that you don't hate me now?"

"Well, maybe not as much." 

"What does that mean?"

"I hate the fact that you could so easily fuck another man and I'm not at all happy with the fact that you were planning on deceiving me and having me raise another man's kids, but what I really hated was the thought that you loved someone else and you were just keeping me around to pay the bills."

"I take it that changed?"

"Yeah, you changed it."

"Me? How?"

"I'll show you. Be back in a jif" and I got up and went to my briefcase and got the tape and a recorder. I went back to the bedroom and set them down on the bedside table. "When I found out that you were cheating on me I decided that I needed to gather evidence for a divorce so I set up some tape recorders. Just listen" and I hit PLAY. I watched her as the tape played and I saw a wide range of emotions play out over her face. I saw shame, anger, some excitement, but most of all I saw confusion. When the tape ended she said, "I don't understand. That tape should have had you running for a divorce lawyer. My God Jerry, I was an absolute slut and that tape shows it clear as hell."

I rewound the tape to the right place and hit PLAY again. "I love my husband and if he starts making love to me I stop having sex with you."

"The tape did show that you were an absolute slut for Roger, but it also showed me that I hadn't lost you to anyone else. It told me that you were still mine and that all I had to do was be your husband. We have some major issues that we are going to need to work on, but knowing that you're mine will help a lot."

"Oh God baby, I'm so sorry" and she started crying. I pulled her to me and held her as she cried herself to sleep in my arms.

The next day I woke up with Vickie's mouth wrapped firmly around my cock and when I was fully awake she mounted me and rode me to a leisurely orgasm. When it was over she said, "Can you call in sick today? Stay home with me baby, we need to play catch up."

"I can't Vick Still have to pay the bills. Besides, I have to get out of here before Roger gets here."

"Roger won't be coming today. I'm going to call him and cancel. I meant it baby. Once you started making love to me Roger was history."

"No Vickie, you need Roger."

"No I don't lover, I've got you back, you're all I need."

"No Vick, you need Roger. I agree with you that all your babies should have the same father and if there is anything that this mess has shown me it is how desperate you are to have those babies. No Vick, you need to keep Roger happy. Besides, after what I've heard on the tapes, seen from the closet and then experienced for myself after Roger left I know that I can't keep up with you, at least not while you are still pregnant and craving more and more sex.. Just one thing though, promise me that Roger never finds out that I know. Can you do that? Can you promise?"

Vickie smiled at me, "Whatever you want lover, I promise." 



Vickie's Party



Introduction.

I found Vickie on a UK wives website, my favourite playground and sent her a dreamy comment about a set of pics of her at a party. I also invited her to star in one of my fantasies... Here is the unedited response that fired the fantasy... 

hello barry

thanks for your last email. it was so sexy and tempting i always like it when men >ook at me and that's why i like to dress. and undress. the photos were taken at a party >y my husband and the sexy ones later when our guests had gone.

you can write about anything you like and iwould like to read about how you would >feel if we flirted all night. you can watch me as i tease all the men at my party. what >would you do darling, would you get angry or would you ignore me.. 

*

The front door was open as I approached the house for the first time. I knew I was in the right place as the lounge was full of the usual buzzing chat of an urban party night.

I stepped into the lounge and felt comfortable immediately; I was greeted by Vickie! She looked good, and I had an immense desire for her, which I had to suppress. It would be hard as she knows too well that I adore her.

"Are you interested in fishing?" She asked me, smiling.

I felt I had to say yes, but I said no, truthfully.

"But I have done it previously!" I blurted out; afraid I said the wrong thing.

"Don't spoil it!" Vickie said, both stern and smiling, then introduced herself.

Let's get you a drink Barry," she said resting her hand on my arm, just past my wrist. I enjoyed the sensation of her hand, and I kept still so that she might stay like this.

Vickie is an outstanding woman, a little flirty or maybe just friendly, she seemed to flood me with affection. I find her unbearably attractive. The kind of woman I would love to run off with and talk openly to, about my inner feelings, my feminine side! 

"Bollox!" I blurted in my mind as soon as I thought about her in those terms. "You just want to fuck her!"

It's true in fact. She is my favourite fantasy. I know that she has a mind and is far more than the subject of a male dream, but she is the woman that stands out above all others I have met.

As for her body, she seems to ooze sexuality. "I hope to dance with you later; our chakras will connect with great vitality and we will blend into perfect sexual harmony!" I think to myself. I am already excited, just being near her.

Unaware of my base thoughts, Vickie takes me to the kitchen where all the drinks are laid out. I gaze at her party dress, a simple, effective LBD. "Why change perfection?" I think again to myself as I admire her mature shape. The thin dress hangs with clean lines yet clings to her shape, gently tight around her waist, hips and bust. I make out instantly that she does not wear a bra -- this would spoil the way the dress clings to her. I see no sign of panties either, but this is easier for a woman to hide. I imagine her with a matching black thong. I recognise that she is confident about her breasts. They are modest, tiny really and clearly look good, naturally; I make out the slight bump of her nipples, pointing upward, placed perfectly on her small boobs. Vickie is getting close to 60, looks good and spills affection over everyone. Her pretty face opens with a delightful smile at everyone she sees.

She pours a red wine for me and I sip it instantly, nervous at my desire for her, afraid that I can't keep her by me for too much longer. As if my thoughts instigated the event, she has to leave me. I feel her soft fingers, a gesture, as she passes me to greet others, stroking my forearm in a sensual way, smiling fully at me.

Lost for ideas, I approach the group of men in the lounge gathered around a table. I glance over at the objects of interest. "Fishing gear!" I grin as I look at the amount of kit on display. There are several men chatting in several groups, some talking about clutches, gearing, weights and stresses. It sounds more like cars than fishing.

Suddenly, I am shocked by the most intense pleasure! A female form gently collides with mine; warm and full on my back. A hand rests on my shoulder as the body pushes closer. I feel her breasts clearly through my thin shirt, the slight swell of her belly and her hips press into my buttocks, exciting me, thrilling. My back burns instantly with our heat, not diminished by the warm evening air.

She reaches up and whispers in my ear. I push back into her, crushing her lovely breasts with my back, pretending to be concerned about hearing her.

"There is so much equipment here Barry," she said, sounding impressed. "You'd never guess how much it all costs!"

A voice next to us joins in, totally unaware of the electricity passing between us. "This is the best you can buy!" The male voice proclaimed proudly.

"Ah! That is clear to anyone with a discerning eye!" I said to the man still holding a reel, chromed with black patterns around the handle.

"It all looks the same to me!" The voice behind me said. It is Vickie, and I thrill at her game.

"You do not have an expert eye Vickie," I said, glancing at her pretty face, close to me. She squeezed my shoulder as she sipped her wine. "I can tell because I know class when I see it!"

I was blatantly flirting with her and she knew it, not taking my words seriously.

"I wish I could see what you see!" She replied. Her breath carried a hint of alcohol, which teased me. I drew it all in, wanting as much from her as possible.

I turned a little and deliberately rubbed my upper arm on her breasts. She did not move from me. I would have loved to pull her close to me now, to feel her body blend with mine, but it is clearly the wrong place. "It would give my street cred' a lot of good!" I thought to myself as I imagined rubbing my body into hers.

"What are you interested in?" I asked her, smiling, full of confidence with her. She backed off a little and showed me her glass. 

"Get me another will you Barry!" she said, again her fingers slide over my arm.

I step aside and she moves past me to a man in the crowd.

"Do you want a drink darling?" She asked him. I see him shake his head and turn instantly to the other men near him, talking about new developments in fishing technology. I feel so jealous as she rubbed herself on him, just as she did with me. The man forgot about her and continued with his chat.

"Obviously her husband!" I thought to myself, "Only her man could fail to respond to her lovely female form so close!"

"I must behave!" I think to myself, aware that I can forget politeness and discretion when my head fills with passion.

I go to the kitchen and as I open another bottle, the lovely body rubs close to me again.

"Can you imagine what they have to talk about?" The sexy voice asked me.

"I can actually, but to honest, I couldn't think of anything that would distract me more than a beautiful woman!" I said this directly to her, but she sidestepped the compliment.

"You'll have to find one then!" She said to me, half serious.

"Well, Honey, there's at least one here tonight." I said, thinking I am being clever.

This time, Vickie looked at me and smiled. I felt my belly flutter and my breath stop as she looks into my eyes. I gaze back at her, now allowing my affection for her to flood out. In my mind, I sent her a mental message: "I adore you!" I imagine that she can tell.

"Maybe you should take me fishing one day!" Vickie said to me, her flirty voice making my prick judder in my pants.

"Darling, to be honest, I'd not even take a rod with me. It would be a trick to get you alone!" I said this, just to make it plain to her how I felt. We were flirting heavily, but I wanted to see if I could shock her.

"Well Barry, you'll just have to take me fishing one day!" She replied, her face deadly serious for a second or two, then she smiled again. I thrilled at the clear meaning.

"I stood close to her and placed my head at her side so that I could whisper. She moved into me and bent her head for me. I allowed the back my hand still holding my wine, to touch her beautiful breast. I froze, so that I can feel her some more. I tried to whisper, but the scent from her neck or hair filled my lungs with passion. I could only mumble; senseless noises came from my dried, tight throat.

Vickie stays close and allows my hand to gently touch her lovely small breast. I feel her nipple grow, and now her hand rests on my other hand.

"I have forgotten how to speak!" I finally blurt out. "You have made me speechless!" I continued, happy to admit that I am defeated by her.

"Well darling, you should drink your wine and clear your throat." She answered me, teasing, feeling so powerful. With this, she backs away. I love the look she gives me as she smiles and looks down my body, moving her hand with her new glass of wine, as if it were in her way. I stand proud, not even trying to hide my passion. My prick is solid, pointing down my trousers, trying to push out of the constraint. I realise that I am showing her too much, but I love the way she looks at me.

"This is just disgusting," she grinned as she turned before leaving me as she joined the crowd in the lounge. At the doorway, she looks back and kills me with another smile.

I lean on the table, alone now, my face bright red and coated in sweat. In my heart, I have utter love for her, but in my mind and groin, I have so much lust. I don't want to ruin her party, or marriage, but I do want to bend her over a chair and eat her intimate body. I am now desperate to adore and touch her breasts. I grin as I realise that she may be just teasing me and enjoying the ease with which she can set me up.

I swig all of my drink and refill the glass with the new bottle I have just opened for Vickie. I leave the kitchen and head past the table with food, out toward the garden. I open the patio doors and look at the pot plants on the slabs outside.

I enjoy the feel of the warm evening air and in the remaining light, I see the well presented garden. The smell of sweet peas fills the air, drawing me deeper into the well kept lawn. Along the path, I stop to look at the plants, the pretty Acers, Clematis and even some tall Cornflowers.

I stand by the iron seat placed at the end and allow the air to cool me. I am aware of the wetness dribbling from my tool, softening now, the tip cold and coated in my passion for this woman.

In my head, I am full of desire for her, but I am also aware that she is teasing me.

"I don't care, I love it!" I declare to myself, enjoying the intense frustration I feel after our brief encounter. The frustration is a source of pure delight for me as I recall the sensation of touching her breast with the back of one hand. I still smell her hair and as I enjoy the memory of this amazing woman, my tool re-grows in size, sending messages of desire into my head.

Later, it is dark but the garden is so pleasant. I breathe in the scent of the healthy plants and become aware of the sound of short heels on the path.

In my head I wanted it to be Vickie -- alone!

Vickie approaches me slowly, trying to keep her shoes quiet on the slabs. As she approached, she took them off and stood in front of me. I rose from the seat and stepped around it to greet her, bubbling with excitement.

"I wondered where you went!" She said to me.

"Oh, I felt hot and bothered, so I came here to admire the garden."

"Ah! So, you appreciate a garden! Good man!" She whispered again, as she did in the kitchen. "You are missing the film!" she went on. "Our last holiday!"

"Oh, are you in it?" I said, ready to start flirting with her again.

"I doubt it!" she said, "but I guess there are a few fish in it..." She paused and looked at me.

"I think I'll stay here then," I whispered to her directly, "unless you're going to watch it?"

"Not really..." she stopped and looked at me again.

I reached out for her, stepping back as I held her hand and leaned against the back of the seat. It was heavy and firm, so I relaxed and pulled this lovely woman to me. Vickie looked at me and stepped close, her arm raising to my neck as she stood in front of me.

"I would love to spend a few minutes with you though!" I said to her, making myself plain. "I think you are utterly adorable!"

I gaze down between us as she moves closer. I see her nipples, hard now in the cool air, then our bodies touch. My frustration returns and so does my stiffy. This time, Vickie places her hand down the length of my rod, still trapped by my trousers, thin and almost stretched to tearing.

She sighs at me as she relaxes onto my greedy body, her breasts melting into my chest, her hand squeezing me, not to tease, but to hold and enjoy. I breathe in again her sigh, wanting everything I can get from her. Her breath fills my lungs and fills my mind with affection for her.

I look at her and we kiss. Gently at first, relaxing my arm from her waist so that she can back off if she wished to. Instead, her hand slips around my neck and we kiss again, this time a little longer.

"Come on!" she whispers to me urgently.

I hold her too, my hand sliding up her back, over the smooth material of her dress until I feel her damp shoulders. I pull her close to me as we kiss, this time with full passion and desire. My tongue slips into her mouth and is greeted by hers. We kiss without inhibitions and her hand rubs along my prick as her breasts squeeze into me.

"Fuck me you bastard!" Vickie suddenly gasped as we broke our kiss. "We don't have long!"

I wanted to make love so much, but I wanted to share hours or even days with her.

Instead, I pulled her dress up her body and grabbed her heavenly buttocks. Between the crack of her delightful ass was the tiny bit of cloth I imagined earlier. I pulled the dress up further but she stopped me.

"I can't take this off darling, just fuck me!"

It makes sense, I stop lifting, but tuck the thin material under her arms, exposing what I want most of all, her beautiful breasts. I let out a long gasp as I caress the two lovely mounds, the tips solid and digging into my palms.

Quickly, I turn her around, press her buttocks onto the back of the seat and kiss her breasts. I want to kiss them all over, but she pushes my head down. I kiss her belly, soft and smooth as I am guided down her shape. I smell her slit, sex oozing from her, even through her panties.

I kneel now, and undo my trousers, as I kiss her panties, breathing in her scent. I can even taste her sex as the scent rests on my pallet allowing me to sample her secret inner body.

Crudely, Vickie pulls her panties to the side and lifts a leg out of the way, balancing on the seat. I feel the heat from her sex and now I have the full smell of her pussy, which has been leaking sex for the last hour or so.

I let out my tongue and taste her sopping wet slit through the soft, trimmed hair there. Her lips part for me, all slippery and swollen. My mouth fills with her liquid and I drink it in greedily, enjoying the mild taste. Suddenly, she pulls my head up and I stand, my aching prick now out of my pants, ready to fill this incredible body.

Vickie kisses me again and sucks in all of her sex fluid, stealing it from my mouth; at the same time, she holds my prick, burning with passion, jerking in her clever hands.

Crudely again, with no time wasting, she jams my prick between her legs. My cock slips easily into her tiny, but slippery hole and she pulls my neck, bringing us close. Her right leg is high, her heel finding the wooden slats on the seat back; we are balanced; her buttocks supporting us on the seat.

I stroke my cock a few times as it nestles into her eager belly. After a few seconds, I start a long slow movement and grab both of her lovely breasts. As I push into her, filling her, she gasps. I kiss her to stifle the sound, but she just blows into my mouth, letting out sighs, growing in volume.

Suddenly, I thrill at the thought of everyone at the party hearing us and coming out to see what we are doing. I look at this amazing woman now, as I pump her with long, steady strokes. Her hands grab mine and rub them over her breasts, pushing my hands so hard that I can feel her ribs under her soft flesh.

I feel so much wetness on my shaft, dribbling from her body onto my balls, down my thighs even, thrilling me and urging me to fill her. I try to keep my stroke long and slow, but she grabs me, holds my back with her right heel, pushing me deep into her. As I cram my prick into her belly, she rubs her sharp clit on my base. In my ear, she gasps loudly.

My head is full of her passion, as her base reaction sends me messages of lust and passion. I push deeper into her and thrill at the sensation her clitty gives me on my tool. I stand erect now and allow her to fuck my cock. I feel her tight quim grip me as she tumbles into an easy yet powerful orgasm. My back bends and pushes into her, lifting her from the ground. She grips my neck now yet cannot stop herself.

"Oh FUCK!" she mumbled uncaring. We both freeze, my aching stump deep in her belly as she cums over me. It is as if we both stop to watch our bodies do what they want. My prick now feels as if it is huge and Vickie feels like a toy, impaled and helpless on it. We look at each other, both aware of the sensations we have, and observe as our bodies do everything for us.

I know she is cumming, as she leans forward, resting her head on my shoulder and looking down at our sexes.

"Oh FUCK!" She says again, this time as if she is in agony.

Her muscular quim squeezes my tool and I feel I am close to cumming, the thrill of Vickie's climax urging me on. Suddenly, her body quivers and she stiffens, her fanny ripples love over my cock and she dribbles profusely over my balls, at home now between her thighs. I feel the seed squeeze from my balls, burning in my own belly.

I feel my back stiffen and unheard, I let out a long moan, as try to breath again. Suddenly Vickie pushes me from her and my cock slips into the cool air, twitching and throbbing with passion.

Vickie drops to her knees between me and the seat and grabs my slippery, wet prick.

"Oh darling, give me your love!" She said, in a voice that have not heard before.

I feel her hands slide over the length, sexily, knowingly, and now her mouth closes over the hard, swollen tip. I am so close to exploding, yet I still fear that my mess will offend her, yet I cannot do anything. Her head pushes onto me and my cock slips deep in her eager mouth, her tongue rubbing the underside of my sensitive shaft.

Standing now, proud of this head on my tool, I allow it to deliver its passion and love. My cock jerks and twitches in her hand and her mouth and she knows I am cumming. Her hand reaches round and grabs my buttocks to pull me deeper. I gasp in agony as my seed suddenly rushes into her throat. I hear her gag as my flesh sinks into her, yet her head sucks me deeper. I feel her amazing hands stroking me as I cum, enhancing the most powerful orgasm I have ever experienced.

As if she is proud of her cleverness, she lets my cock drop from her lips and gazes with love at the softening, long rod in her hands. As she strokes it crudely, large dribbles form on the end, then, looking at me, she feeds the tip back in her mouth.

She reminds me of a slut in a porn film, yet I know that she is doing this out of natural impulse, not pretending like the film girls do. Again, she looks up to me and then at my cock as she squeezes more mess from me. Not letting a drop go she feeds it into her mouth, putting on a crude show for me.

I am afraid that I may fall so I have to reach down and rest my hand on her head. Beneath me, I gaze with love at this wonderful woman who sucks my still cumming tool for me. Every touch from her thrills me, even though I have just had the most intense climax of my life, she still fills me with more desire.




Vickie's Party



As my head returns, I grin at her, lit only by the feint light from the house. I hold my own cock now and feed it into her mouth. I know that she loves this, yet I feel that she does not do this often. I am thrilled that she allows me to share her uninhibited passion for my cock. I thrill that she allows her feelings to show, and does not feel restrained when with me.

I gaze now at the house, still well lit but quiet. I imagine all the people there enjoying the fishing holiday film, unaware of the amazing passion just outside in the garden.

Crudely, while I look at Vickie, the most wonderful woman in my life, I drop my cock on her face letting her rub herself on it lovingly. I grin as streaks of my mess dribble on her face and I have a sneaky idea that I will make her go back to her friends with streaks of it left on her mouth.

But we are in no hurry. Gently, with the most feminine affection for it, Vickie continues to kiss and play with my tool. I have a feeling that I will stay around tonight. Maybe her man has to go to bed early, so that he can get up tomorrow to go fishing? 

I grin at my cheeky optimism, as I lift my new baby till she stands before me. We kiss again and it is I who discovers the streaks of cum on her face. I don't care, I want it, so I lick it from her, and we share it with an affectionate kiss. I also find that my trousers are wet with long streaks of liquid, the delightful mess from Vickie's sensual quim. I determine then that I will walk into the house without attempting to remove it.

Our story continues that night, when the guests all go home and Vickie is left to clear up...



Vickie's Secrets



Tom guessed he wasn't acting very professional, but he had finally decided to cash in on a few perks of the job. Hell, he'd been working security at the premier shopping mall in the city for six years now and what did he have to show for it? Officially his title was Security Foreman, but since the cutbacks at the mall, he was now in charge of exactly two people, one Security Officer and one Security Assistant.

During the years he'd received three Meritorious Accommodations for traffic control at the theaters when they happened to bring in a first run blockbuster. And don't forget the Humanitarian Services award the day some activist released all the animals in the pet store. He made the front page giving mouth to mouth to the Yorkshire Terrier that got trampled and knocked into the fountain. With such an outstanding service record you he should have gotten a significant raise, instead all Security Foreman pay was cut 5%.

It was while talking to the other Security Foreman, Charlie Davis that Tom learned of the job benefits available to members of the mall's Security Department. Because they didn't have a department handbook, these benefits weren't written down anywhere. Charlie explained to him that they were the unwritten perks of their job.

Tom had been aware of a few of the perks, like free fountain drinks in the food court, provided you didn't hit the same business twice in a week and afterhours use of the beds in the waterbed shop as long as you cleaned everything up afterwards. Unfortunately, even after all these years on the job, that wasn't the half of the perks. Tom remained ignorant of these unwritten benefits until one day he sat with Charlie in the food court.

"You know Tom, I've been working security here since this was a strip shopping center. I watched it grow from four small shops to over a hundred and fifty and now back down to almost seventy. I guess it's time I retired," he said, sipping from his Hot Pot soda cup.

"But you're still a young man and we need you here, the other's especially, these kids need your experience," Tom replied.

"No, it's not any fun anymore. I mean even dressing room patrol at Vickie's Secrets doesn't excite me anymore."

"Dressing room patrol at Vickie's Secrets?"

"Yeah you know," he said, shaking his fist in front of his crotch as if jerking off.

"No I don't know, what do you mean?" Tom asked indignantly.

"Didn't Old Mark tell you when he trained you?"

"He didn't mention anything about Vickie's Secrets."

"Yeah man, that's the only thing that made this crappy job worthwhile. It is amazing what you can see in there, especially since our department got those mini camcorders."

"You set up surveillance in Vickie's Secrets' dressing rooms, surveillance with camcorders."

"Yeah, little hand held jobbies, just sit there and watch what you're recording."

"And how do you set yourself up for this duty?" Tom asked.

"You're foreman, simply sign in for West Wing Camera Surveillance. The camera is in the key lockbox, well, actually, it's on the shelf just behind the lockbox. Now, there's a small hook back there, it's got the grand master key."

"You have a grand master key?" Tom asked.

"Shhhh, keep it down, we don't want anyone to know we got it."

"But you can get in any store..."

"Yeah, that's the idea."

"So the grand master key and the camera is behind the key lockbox?"

"Yeah, it's kind of hidden, the box doesn't quite cover the entire shelf. Just reach behind it and there you go."

"And at the store?"

"Okay, the store opens at ten am. Someone from the store gets there at nine thirty and starts setting up. You just have to get there no later than nine fifteen and go to room 4A. There's what looks like an electrical panel, it's locked, but you can open it with a paperclip. Open the panel and there is a space back there, you simply get there, set up the two camera leads, close the panel and sit down in the lazy boy," Charlie said.

"You have a lazy boy?"

"Yeah, left over from the fire, well actually rescued before the fire, but they wrote it off with the fire insurance. Now look, keep in mind when you do this, you can't come out until they close at nine pm. I usually pack a lunch. Hey, I got to run here, I seem my wife over there," he said, nodding toward an attractive woman about half his age. She waved and Charlie stood up and started walking, waving back at Tom as he did.

That night Tom leafed through his well worn copy of Vickie's Secrets catalogue to prime himself for the next day. The following morning he packed a lunch, came into work, lined up his subordinates with their duties for the day and then checked out the key lockbox. Sure enough, he found the tiny camcorder hidden behind the key lockbox, and yes, there on the hook was the grand master key. He then went to his desk, pulled out a paper clip and put it in his pocket.

After making sure the other security people were out of his hair, he grabbed his lunch bag and headed for Vickie's Secrets. Once at the store he glanced around and then let himself in, quickly locking the door behind him. He walked to the back of the store, grabbing a couple of silken soft panties on his way.

Stepping into the dressing room area, the counted up to 4A, where he stepped inside and then pulled out his paper clip. The panel door opened easily and after setting up the camera leads, he was all set, with excellent views into two separate dressing rooms. By ten minutes after nine, he was comfortably seated in the lazy boy.

Tom sat there basically watching two empty dressing rooms for the next three hours. He'd eaten his lunch before ten fifteen and was fighting sleep when finally he noticed the door open. Moving to the edge of his chair he got himself ready when suddenly he noticed a strange contraption rolling in the door on two wheels. When the two tennis balls on the back end of the contraption slid in the door Tom had to fight the urge to vomit.

He took several deep breaths before looking back at the screen. He had to admit the woman was not unattractive for her age, but when she took off her blouse and slipped off her bra he thought he heard the slap as her breasts fell down onto her stomach. Chills ran through is body as the woman one by one lifted her breasts into several push up bras.

Trying to keep his mind off of the blue veined bulbous breasts, he zoomed in on the nipples, but damn, even those were wrinkled. Zooming the camera back, he looked at the old woman and what the hell, in the sky blue push up bra she looked okay. Okay? Hell she looked hot.

Tom rubbed his eyes, shook his head and looked again. He then checked his camcorder making sure he was looking at the same dressing room, but sure enough, this was the same woman. Looking harder, he confirmed it, there was the walker, and the blouse hanging on the wall looked the same. Wanting to be sure he watched closely and as the woman took off the sky blue push up bra, he gasped suddenly seeing those saggy, wrinkled breasts. The then grabbed a golden colored bra, grabbed a breast and tucked it in, then grabbed the other and tucked it in. She turned and made some adjustments and then turned back and Tom suddenly felt his cock get hard.

He didn't know if it was the shiny bra, the push up feature or what, but he was now looking at an incredibly sexy woman. The bra itself was nice, kind of glittering in the light, but damn, this woman had a nice cleavage showing a good portion of her breasts and they were simply gorgeous. 

Tom then noticed a woman stepping into the other dressing room where his camera was set up. He started focusing his attention on this dressing room when he saw the woman coming in the door had to weigh at least two hundred fifty pounds. She hung a bathing suit on the hook and proceeded to undress. 

Afraid of what he was about to witness, he glanced back at the other camera, but the old woman was moving out of the dressing room, following her walker. Apparently she left on the gold bra because, even from the back, wearing her old blouse she still looked good.

Returning his attention to the other dressing room he glanced in on what appeared to be acres and acres of skin. He tried to look away, but couldn't, the was simply so fascinating watching that material stretch and the flab bounce as she writhed all over the room working her way into the bathing suit. Funny thing, while Tom's erection had subsided seeing this humongous woman completely naked, looking as how the suit stretched over her ass, and how her breasts looked once the suite encompassed them he found himself getting hard again.

How she fit all that acreage into the suit he will never understand, but now that she had it on she was incredible. Adjusting his erection in his pants, Tom watched as she struck pose after pose in the mirror, each one just that much sexier for him. Now certainly she didn't look like any of the models in the catalogue, but damn, she did look good.

As Tom continued watching the women changing he noticed there seemed to be a bit of a pattern going, there'd be four or five very old ladies in trying on bras, bustiers, garter belts and camisoles and then one younger woman, usually a large woman perhaps in her mid-forties. Regardless of their initial appearance, each one seemed to go through the same transformation from saggy breasted crones or heavy-weight lady wrestlers to tight, fit and hot women. It was incredible.

By the end of the day when one last old woman stepped in to try on a bathing suit, Tom was so worked up he simply couldn't help but unzip his zipper and slip his erection out. Knowing what this woman would look like he found himself even turned on by her sagging breasts, imagining what they would look like in a Vickie's Secrets bra, wondering what they might have looked like when she was in her forties. Peeking down at the sparse pubic hair, he pictured running his tongue through her pussy lips while looking up at her wearing the bra. 

The woman bent over and Tom imagined her in a Vickie's Secrets thong. Picturing himself pulling the thong off to one side and slipping his cock into... well, after he lubed himself up, into her wet pussy, he began to stroke his cock. Sliding his hand up and down his shaft he watched as the woman cupped one of her breasts and dipped it into her bra like a teabag. Tom had been so turned on all day that he came as she dipped her other beast into her bra. His cum spurted from his cock splashing out onto the concrete floor in spurt after spurt.

He let his erection slowly subside as he looked at the gorgeous woman in her new bathing suit. Even as she slowly removed the suit, she seemed to retain something, something he couldn't describe. Sure her breasts sagged, her skin was wrinkled and spotted and she bent over some when she walked, Tom saw something, a beauty, a sensuousness he had never noticed in any woman before and when the woman turned and walked out of the dressing room, his eyes were fixed on her ass, as she limped away.

While the store closed and the workers locked up, Tom remained hidden behind dressing room 4A sitting in the lazy boy and thinking. When he was sure everyone was gone, he opened the secret panel door, dismantled his camera and then cleaned up the cum the best he could. When he finished he found himself standing in the dressing room looking in the mirror.

He was about to leave when he reached into his pocket and noticed he still had the panties he pocketed when he came in the store. Glancing down at the panties he then looked up into the mirror, then back to the panties. Opening the dressing room door, he peeked out and made sure no one was around. Moving back into the dressing room, he closed and locked the door.

Quickly undressing, he slipped one leg into the panty, then the other. It took a bit of squirming, not unlike the large lady he watched pull on a bathing suit, but he finally got the panties pulled up. Looking in the mirror he didn't look too bad. He quickly slipped out into the store, found the largest pair of panties he could find and the grabbed the biggest camisole in the store.

Once back inside the dressing room, he slipped out of one pair of panties and into the larger size. They were more comfortable and, looking in the mirror, he saw he still looked good. He slid on the camisole and wow, it just got better and better.

He paused a moment and then grabbed his pants and shirt and got dressed without taking off the panties or camisole. Checking himself out in the mirror he was surprised. He really looked good, he looked the best he had seen himself since his college days. Impressed with his new look, he gathered his stuff, locked up the store and headed back to his office.

Stepping into his office, he noticed Charlie sitting in a chair, waiting for him. It was shift change and they always met for a short time to discuss any security concerns. 

"Damn Tom, you look good, especially for the end of a shift. Wait a minute, you did the West Wing Camera Surveillance today didn't you?"

"Well yes, but..."

"Tell me Tom, you didn't perhaps try something on did you?"

"No way, of course not.

"Whoa, whoa, don't get your panties in a bunch," he said, lifting up his shirt a bit and showing Tom the bustier he was wearing.

"You are wearing..."

"I tell you Tom, it has done wonders. You know my wife?"

"Damn right I do, she is hot man."

"Well, not long after I started wearing Vickie's Secrets panties and this bustier she noticed me. Actually asked me out. Since then it's all I wear."

"Well, I got the panties and the camisole," Tom replied.

"Let me see it, let me see," Charlie replied.

Tom stood up and slowly took off his shirt and then dropped his pants to his ankles. He then looked over at Charlie and shrugged.

"Yeah, yeah, you are working it Tom. You know I thought about a camisole but I got this black bustier that is so nice," he said, pulling off his shirt.

"Charlie, you look absolutely divine in that. You must have to fight off the women."

"Not any more, I'm happily married, but they still look, I see it. Not back for a seventy year old."

"Seventy, I'd swear you weren't over forty. How old is your wife?"

"Thirty three, but if she asks you tell her I told you twenty nine. Okay?"

Nodding, Tom pulled his pants back up and then buttoned up his shirt. He looked over to Charlie and asked, "How do you get your stuff there at Vickie's Secrets?"

"Just go in and act like you are buying for a girlfriend or wife. Kind of show them the size with your arms and hands, just make sure you go big, especially in your case. The women there love helping men, most are so helpless. Don't let on that you know what this stuff is or they will toss you like a pervert, just act clueless and you'll do fine."

"Okay, well I think I may take off tomorrow, do a little shopping."

"Hey and good luck fighting off the women. And hey, when you're at Vickie's Secrets be sure and check out their clearance area, they have lots of oversize stuff there."

"Thanks Charlie, you've been a lot of help. I feel like a new man."

"I tell you it's that Vickie's Secrets, that place is amazing."

"You know Charlie, I think I could learn to like this job," Tom said.

"The women certainly go for a man in uniform, especially one looking as good as we do."

"Have a nice evening Charlie."

"You too Tom."

Tom walked proudly out of the office. Things were clear now and he was ready to take on the world. 



Vickie's Toy Box



At twenty-three years of age, Vickie was technically still a virgin. Ever since she'd become sexually active in a manner of speaking, Vickie had still managed to hold herself to the notion that she would not have intercourse with a man until she was absolutely positive he was the one. Not that she was even saving herself for marriage. That idea was as archaic to her as never masturbating, which was something she did each and every day, if not several times a day in fact.

And it wasn't as though Vickie couldn't have her proverbial "pick-of-the-litter" as far as guys went either. She wasn't drop-dead gorgeous, she did have her normal everyday little flaws, but Vickie was by most accounts a very attractive looking woman. Ever since she was a child, her mother had called her, "My pretty little Cupie-doll." She'd worn her nearly coal-black hair long, which was thick and shimmered like glass, reaching well past her waist ever since she'd been a tiny little girl. That feature alone caused many heads to turn and look at her with amazement in some ways. And appreciation from others in the horrendous length of time she'd have to spend brushing it and taking care of it on a daily basis to keep it looking as beautiful as it did. Added to that, Vickie's cobalt blue eyes that could pierce a man's soul with one quick look; added to the overall sultriness that she exuded.

In many ways, Vickie imagined herself as a female "Clark Kent" on one hand. A shy demeanor, not really outgoing or even outspoken amongst most of her close friends and co-workers, most of which knew of her chastity and desire to remain virginal. Though most of these had the mistaken perception that she was in fact a "virgin" in every sense of the word. And of course, there was the other side of her personality, the side that she enjoyed letting out as often as possible, but always in some disguise, or at least out and away from anyone she knew or might possibly run into. And this side, the "Super-Woman" side of her self was the erotic, naughty, sensual "Super-Hot" almost comic book character of her personality.

By day, she worked as a Dental Technician. A job she enjoyed doing very much. She was good at what she did, and received very little supervision from the Dentists she worked for. Vickie always had a bright and cheery smile on her face for a very good reason. One of her biggest secrets of course, was that she very often was busily (and slowly) masturbating while performing her job functions, with no one ever the wiser! 

Vickie would quite often wear one of her favorite and many toys into work. She'd even gone to some considerable expense on many of them, ensuring they met her "secret" needs, as well as her pleasured ones. One of her very favorite toys was a miniature thin sleek bullet type of affair that slipped up inside her pussy quite easily and comfortably. It had no attached wires, didn't make any loud buzzing noises, and was easily controlled with a tiny little remote control device that she kept inside of her pocket, handy at all times. With it, she could control the intensity of the vibrations she gave herself, as well as having an auto-timer that she had programmed to stimulate herself with varying degree's of length of time if she wished. Quite often, as she prepared to work on a patient, she would quickly slip into the woman's restroom, program her toy to begin with a very low degree of vibrating stimulation for say ten or fifteen minutes. And then gradually every five minutes or so, cause the device to slowly intensify with its vibrating pleasures. Vickie would then begin working on her patient, and over the course of cleaning his or her teeth, happily enjoy herself quite secretly in a way and manner that no one in the world could have expected her to be doing. She had quite often, climaxed and enjoyed her, what she called "mini" orgasms, at the exact moment and timing when she'd finished with whatever patient she'd been working on. For Vickie, it was always a thrill to be standing there, making small-talk with the person, and feeling her cunt going through spasmodic thrills and chills as her pussy clenched, contracted, convulsed, and sent shivers of satisfying release up and down her spine. And all the while she stood smiling, demurely, and professionally as any good disciplined Dental Technician would do.

But this was only one of her favorite and private ways that she enjoyed playing with herself. She had other very enjoyable games and adventures as well, but for these, she usually ensured that she traveled away from anyone she might know or run into, and added the additional stimulation of danger and possible discovery to the mix.

It had in fact been a while since she had ventured out for a truly erotic and adventurous afternoon of this type. Since it was a weekend, and as Vickie was feeling particularly amorous anyway, she decided to take the short drive over to one of the neighboring shopping malls several miles away from where she lived.

For her, this was one of Vickie's favorite haunts, and one of the more dangerous as well. She took special precautions to ensure whatever avenue of escape, should she need was easily available to her. Additionally, she also usually wore some sort of minor disguise, which could be anything from making herself look almost homely if she chose, to wearing a wig in covering up her long dark beautiful hair.

Just the planning alone was enough to cause her pussy juices to begin flowing, which was all a part of the self-foreplay that accompanied any adventure of this type. She'd awoken hours earlier, already randy and decided right then and there what kind of a day she had intended for herself. She'd chosen one of her blonde wigs, and fixed her self up to appear sexy though not slutty or homely as she sometimes did. Today, she wanted to catch a little attention, all a part of the ongoing foreplay, and then see how things went from there. 

In addition to the blonde wig, Vickie had also picked out a matching low-cut 'V' necked blouse that would show off ample cleavage, and as she also discarded the idea of wearing even a sheer bra to further accentuate her full firm breasts, which would no doubt cause her nipples to become erect and strain against the tight material. The matching skirt, light colored lavender was short enough to be considered "mini" though not so tight that she couldn't easily adjust and maneuver around in it as the situation dictated. But the most important part of all of course, was after she'd gotten up and gone into shower, she had carefully shaved herself so that her bald smooth pussy accentuated her bright pink pussy lips in every glorious and delicious detail imaginable. 

Once her carefully chosen ensemble was laid out on the bed, she next went to her treasured "Toy-Box" as she referred to it. And this was no small box either, nor did it even remotely fit the name, as was her description of it. What she had was a tall free-standing chest of drawers that had three large pull out drawers, and an upper cabinet that opened with shelves and various nooks and crannies inside. The drawers contained various articles of what could only be described as sultry, sexy even naughty lingerie. There were of course a variety of peep-holed bras, crotch-less panties, sheer nightgowns, or leathered garments, which she'd often wear beneath her normal looking working attire, all entirely dependent upon what kind of mood she was in of course.  

But it was the upper cabinet that was in actuality the real "Toy-Box". Here, she had dozens and dozens of various toys. Everything from rubber dildo's, to various sized vibrators, each one with a different function or purpose and for a different satisfaction or mood, but especially for causing a wide variety of pleasurable sensations.

Even as she stood before the cabinet, touching and then playing through the various scenario's and possibilities in her mind, she imagined herself using this toy or that, picturing clearly her intent, her purpose. But more importantly, what it was that she wanted or hoped to achieve by choosing one specific 'fun-toy' over another.

Even this preparation was all a part of the personalized foreplay for her. As she considered all the naughty erotic looking devices, she could feel the moisture gather inside her cunt, and often was tempted to do something about it right there and then. Vickie finally picked a primary pleasure device, inserted new fresh batteries and then checked to ensure that it worked and functioned properly. She would then select a second toy, in the event that she couldn't act upon her primary self-seduction, and then enjoy the fantasy routine of considering another scenario entirely. 

Once having selected the specific toys for her adventure, she carefully placed them inside her purse, and in this instance, began putting on her clothing with ever-growing excitement and anticipation for the afternoon's enjoyments ahead.

Once Vickie was dressed and ready, she went out and got inside her bright red Mustang convertible. Another of her toys in a way, as she sometimes used the sporty little car to her advantage when taking long sightseeing, and sight-giving little trips up the coast. But today, she'd use it for nothing more than the transportation required getting her over to the shopping mall, located several miles further away.

She pulled into the parking lot, but it took her long precious minutes before she was able to snare a parking spot located closest to the door that she'd intended to use as her get away in the event she needed for whatever reason, to make a hasty escape. Locking her car door, she still kept a key at the ready inside the car in an easy and quick accessibility so that she could within seconds, have the key in the ignition and be on her way if such a situation was required. She could unlock the car door remotely and then jumping immediately inside, have the key in hand without having to rummage through her purse looking for it. Everything she did, every little possibility was carefully thought out ahead of time with backup plans, as well as backup toys prepared all set and ready for her. 

Vickie took one last look at herself in the mirror, made a final adjustment to her wig and makeup, and then slid out of the seat, locking the door to her car, and made her way into the mall. Smiling behind a pair of dark sunglasses that further hid who she was, but hinted yet at a very sexy and sensual woman. Now she was on the prowl, once again, all a part of the game and the excitement. And as she cruised the Mall, she began to look for the perfect place or places where she could play her game, and possibly include a few fortunate and lucky individuals who might unknowingly at first, play it along with her.

Though the mall certainly wasn't busy for a Saturday afternoon, it was drawing ever closer to the lunch hour, and she immediately thought of the "fast-food" dining area as the choice for the first of her sexy little encounters. As she had done previously though, thinking through every little step well ahead in her mind, she quickly made a small purchase in a nearby store. Something she needed and even wanted certainly, she wasn't about to waste good money on "props", but in her planning, she did need one. 

Vickie then made her way to the now busy food services area, a place where you could order anything from Pizza to Oriental foods, with the basic standard fare in-between, of cheeseburgers, hotdogs and certainly hot spicy Mexican food. She immediately spotted her table of choice. The dining area was situated in the middle of the food court, with all the various 'fast-food' establishments circling about. The area was multi-tiered which also played into the scenario she had in mind. Picking the uppermost level she placed her bag on the table, and affixed the jacket she had also worn around the chair, effectively claiming her spot. Now she sat and waited. Sometimes the wait was long, but always well worth it if things came together for her as they usually did. A short time later, two young fairly attractive looking men came over and sat down at one of the tables nearby her, though on the next lowest level.

"Perfect!" She thought to herself.

And immediately left her table in order to place an order for a slice of Pizza, and take it quickly back to her saved table. Even eating food could be sensual, and she'd learned how to do that to perfection.

Vickie wound her way back through the crowd of people towards her table, passing close enough by to ensure the two men sitting at their table would take notice of her long slender legs and short skirt as she walked by.

As Vickie slowly ascended the three short steps up to the next dining level, she remembered having watched the movie "Basic Instinct" over and over again. In particular the scene in the movie where Sharon Stone is sitting in a chair, and then crosses her legs showing, as Vickie now referred herself to it as "The pregnant pussy pause". She had even gone so far as to watch that particular scene in slow motion, frame by frame. Not so much as to see if the well known actress did indeed actually show her pussy, which she of course had, but so as to capture and emulate every movement in precise perfect detail until she could perform it and do it exactly the way that Sharon Stone had done in the movie.

Vickie reached her table, sat down and from the corner of her eye, ensured that she still had the two men's undivided attention. Without looking over directly at them, she then performed the 'move' precisely the way she'd practiced doing it over and over again. The "pregnant pussy pause" glued their eyes to her table now, and she knew without a doubt that she need not even glance remotely in their direction after that. Having given them a full wide-eyed view of her bare pussy lips, all pink, swollen and clearly defined, Vickie knew the two men weren't going anywhere until she did. If they did make any attempt to stand and approach her, she'd get up and leave immediately. And then if absolutely necessary, leave the Mall altogether, though she was certain the two me were more than content to sit there and see if they'd be lucky enough to 'snatch' another view.

Vickie leaned over, having ordered her slice of pizza with lots of extra cheese. It was dripping off the crust, exactly what she'd hoped for and intended for it to do. As she took the first bite, a gooey sliver of cheese rose up from off the pizza, and she of course had to scoot back slightly as though trying to ensure that it did not fall down upon her lap. Lifting the pizza up, along with the string of melted cheese stilling clinging to the tip of her tongue and to the slice of pizza, she twirled it momentarily, as though licking the cheesy cum-cream from off the tip of a just spurted penis.

As she performed this particular maneuver, she once again spread her legs slightly a part, briefly, again acting as though she was struggling with the cheese to keep it from landing in her lap, and once again displayed her pussy, even longer and wider this time before suddenly pulling the cheese off of the slice, and drawing it inside of her mouth, and at the same time, once again closing her legs together.

All this had taken several minutes to do, and she had not even once glanced down in their general direction, though she was reasonably sure they had both been watching her with a keen pair of conspiratorial eyes.

Before she escalated this little adventure any further however, she did need to know that they were looking at her, and that she'd not been performing to a disinterested audience. Vickie leaned over, took yet another bite of her pizza, this time with far less cheese needing attention being paid to, and casually glanced about the room as she sat eating. She first looked in their direction of course although briefly before continuing on with her look as though she had taken no notice of them sitting there. The blondish haired man had actually had his mouth open as though he were having trouble breathing through his nose. He had been all but staring at her. The darker haired man had been looking at her too, but had turned his head away in response to her brief glance in their direction. Obviously he was pretending to have not been looking, and worse, been caught looking as he turned away as though suddenly interested in something else across the room from where she sat.

"Good!" Vickie thought to herself, and almost smiled outwardly as she did.

"Now it's time to blow them both away, and hopefully give them something to think and talk about the rest of the entire day," She added, silently telling herself.

She quickly set down the unfinished pizza, carefully wiping her hands, once again spreading her legs, though this time only slightly, giving the hopeful promise of more, but not quite revealing herself the same way she'd done in both previous instances. She then opened her purse as though fishing for something of importance. And she was of course, but nothing of the sort that either one of the two men who were certainly watching her could have even begun to have guessed. Vickie did carefully 'search; her immediate area, ensuring that no one except for her two admirers could see what it was that she was about to do. When she was confident this was indeed the case, she withdrew a small slim shiny silver vibrator, lifting it from within her purse, but handling it in such a way as there could be absolutely no doubt as to its intended use and purpose. 

Having retrieved the small toy, handling it expertly, but showing it off just the same, Vickie reached down, once again spreading her legs a part, doing so obscenely, purposely, allowing a much wider and obvious view. But this time without the "pregnant-pussy-pause" and inserted the toy quickly and easily inside her sopping wet cunt. Once assured it was where she comfortably wanted it and had positioned it, she reached down with her other hand and deftly twisted the end of the toy, turning on the small slim vibrator. Having accomplished all this, she then looked up, stared directly in the direction of her two unwitting accomplices, and caught them both, slack-jawed, stunned, and grinning from ear to ear like a couple of naughty school boys caught jerking off together.

Vickie's eyes locked onto both of theirs. She smiled, licked her lips and blew them both a kiss before standing up, grabbing her jacket from the back of the chair as well as reaching down and taking up the small purchase she had made at the same time. Once again, she turned, looked at them directly, smiled again, received equally surprised but now knowing smiles in return, and casually, calmly walked away.

She could just imagine the two of them now, sitting there with massive erections, preventing either of which from standing up to follow her without revealing themselves. Even the thought of them having to do that, sitting there with two beautiful hard firm erections was all a part of her envisioned fantasy.

Even as the first rush of her orgasm claimed her, as she slowly descended the short flight of stairs on the opposite side of the tier she had been on, she continued to move away as the second hard-felt pulsating contraction claimed her pussy, causing a thin sliver of fluid to escape her furrow and slowly dribble down the inside of her thigh. She loved that part. Especially when her fluids truly filled her to overflowing with her pleasures, and secretly teased her as they ran in tiny little rivulets of cum-cream down her legs.

Making her way quickly to the women's restroom, she entered one of the stalls and removed the hidden toy. So far everything had gone according to plan, and she was now even more excited than she had been. The second part wouldn't be quite so easy however, but was equally as thrilling in finding the perfect place to nonchalantly expose herself to specific passers-by, including women if she saw one she found attractive enough to see if she could tease without outwardly alarming anyone or causing any unwanted disturbances.




Vickie's Toy Box



Once again it took Vickie quite a while to locate the perfect place for her next series of titillations and dangerous erotic self displays. Once she found it, she also had to wait for a short while, though eventually the couple, which had been sitting on the bench she had spotted, finally moved away.

This particular rest-bench sat directly in the middle of the isle with a bench seat facing towards the stores on both sides. Vickie had picked and chosen the one that faced directly towards a "Fredericks of Hollywood" store. She figured that most men, and even a few women who might exit the store, and with whom she found interest and attraction in would already be thinking sexual thoughts perhaps when just exiting the store. She sat for long moments with no one neither entering nor exiting that she found as likely candidates for her erotic little game. Being a people watcher however, she was content to sit there and bide her time, after all, she still had all afternoon long to culminate the days activities into one or two additional orgasms before heading home. Almost immediately she did spot a rather handsome looking man walking beside his very pregnant wife as they slowly strolled down the wide isle towards her. Timing was everything, and though she was prepared to act IF and when the opportunity presented itself, she also had been doing this long enough to know not to act rashly, just because she had the urge to do something. If the situation simply didn't present itself perfectly, then she would be patient enough to wait until it did.

Vickie continued to monitor the couple's progress as they slowly headed in her direction. The young very pregnant wife curiously strolling nearer the windows and obviously taking her time in window-shopping as they walked along. Vickie pointedly stared in their direction, hoping to lock eyes with the handsome looking man. If she did, she would smile, drawing him further in possibly and ensuring that he might continue to look back towards her, checking her out as well. To her relief, he did. And she did smile, and he smiled back, quickly glancing away to look at his own wife as though in sudden realization he might be caught looking and smiling at a total, though attractive looking woman. 

Vickie watched all this, very much aware of her surroundings. Even the tempting smile might be wasted if anyone came by or worse, placed themselves in such a position to keep Vickie from doing what she was planning on doing. Luck was with her however, and she made ready, watching, waiting. Knowing full well that the man would again eventually begin to look in her direction. And she was ready for it, ready for him, and breathless with the anticipation and excitement that was already beginning to wind its way through her pussy as it throbbed with the hopeful display that she was preparing herself to give.

Even as his head began to turn, once again towards her, she focused not so much on him, but on the wife, ensuring she was still occupied, unawares, and totally oblivious to the dangerous and flirtatious little surprise she was preparing for the unsuspecting woman's husband.

Sitting as she was, her hands firmly clenched on the edge-hem of her blouse, split second timing required here, and then, the brief sudden flash as she fully and completely bared her large full breasts at him. Even in that moment as time briefly stood still, she watched him as he faltered, surprised, no doubt shocked by the suddenness with which she had acted, baring herself, exposing her lusciously exquisite soft firm tits to him. And then, even as he stumbled, slowed, as his wife became aware of some difference in his step, some unexplained interruption in their travel, Vickie pulled her blouse down back into place and once again casually stared straight ahead into the store.

Her breathing was rapid, an onrush of tingly sensations suddenly sending chills to her skin producing goose-bumps, and effectively hardening her swollen nipples even further which pressed against the thin material of her blouse. Vickie sat back, still looking away and ahead, knowing full well the extent that her nipples stood gaping and indicating her arousal and pleasures. Once again her pussy seemed to molten with renewed juices that saturated her cunt, she felt them build and knew instantaneously that should she continue to sit here as she was, that eventually her juices would run and pool down upon the seat upon which she sat. She smiled inwardly, waiting and wanting for that to happen. Which it soon did.

All this exploded within her mind in an instant, even as she caught from the corner of her eye the continued movement as the husband once again steadied himself, walking beside his wife and now drawing himself to pass by directly in front of where Vickie sat. She looked up, the wife still looking away, no longer concerned for her husbands sudden bout of clumsiness, catching his sideways glance in her direction. Vickie's own head swiveled, following him much like the white Statuettes do inside the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland when you first pass by them after having stepped out of the elevator and head down the hallway towards the ride.

And so, as he passed, she again turned, this time lifting one leg to plant firmly upon the bench seat beneath her, all the while spreading herself fully, completely, showing more, much more of her bare displayed pussy to him in that instant than she had done even with the two men previously in the dining terrace.

And again, she watched him as he nearly careened sideways into a planter box filled with decorative flowers, his head cocked, looking back in her direction. Vickie again quickly turned away, lowering her leg, smoothing her skirt and dismissing the moment almost entirely. Even a short few moments later as she did turn to gaze down the long isle back towards the young couple, she twice caught him looking back towards her. She raised her hand, waved, and saw him nearly raise his own in some effort to wave back before realizing his situation and predicament. Instead, he turned, again glancing at his own wife and she saw him suddenly reach over and hug her to him.

Vickie was glad. Perhaps in some small way the young pregnant wife would enjoy a sensually erotic afternoon with her husband. Something she no doubt would appreciate, though for unknown reasons. 

Turning her attention once again back towards the entrance of the store, she twice missed with a quick tempting flash as she pretended to look inside her purse which sat by her side, rummaging about inside it, and spreading her legs openly so as she did. Neither the man, nor the single woman took notice of her however as they emerged from the store. Vickie was beginning to think this little ploy wasn't going anywhere when a tall statuesque looking woman with fiery red hair, enormously well built, suddenly emerged from the shadows of the dark entry to the store and walked directly out towards her. Vickie felt her throat constrict, finding it hard to swallow even as she leaned over, holding open her purse and slightly spreading her legs apart revealing herself exposed, and in a goodly fashion to be easily seen by the woman as she came out of the store. 

Without even looking up, she pretended to have found what it was that she was looking for, which was a small tube of lip gloss, and as she finally did looked up, re-closing her legs together in the process; heard the footsteps as the woman approached. Vicki now glanced up, applying the gloss, and caught the faint ever-widening smile on the woman's face.

"Hello!" The woman said as she took a seat beside her. 

"Hi," Vickie responded, the thrills still shooting through her at the moment, the half quivering sensations of a building orgasm not helped along by anything more than her simply sitting there, squeezing her legs together tightly, and applying just enough pressure on herself to nearly bring it about.

"I couldn't help but notice you," The red-haired beauty began.

"You're really a very attractive looking woman."

"Thank you," Vickie responded as though noticing the woman for the first time. "And so are you," she added now licking her lips as though to smooth over the lip gloss, but allowing her tongue to linger just a bit longer than normally.

"Are you here with someone?" The woman asked.

"No...not really. Just, browsing," Vicki said with as seductive a smile as she could muster.

"It's early yet," The woman said glancing down at her watch "But there's a nice little bar up on the next level. I wouldn't mind having a drink if you'd care to join me?" She asked hopefully.

Though this was far more than normally expected, Vickie considered the surprising request. Her hesitation must have caused the other woman to fear that she'd misspoken, and had perhaps overstepped herself. Vicki smiled, receiving a smile of relief in return.

"Sure, why not?" Standing up at that point letting the woman know that she too was interested.

"By the way, my names Samantha," The redhead said, introducing herself.

Vickie took her hand as she offered it.

"Sharon," Vickie said, giving her a false name, but one she used frequently whenever she was out playing one of her many games, and had on occasion used it whenever circumstances required it. Vickie even had a full background history about herself...or on Sharon rather, everything believable, and everything perfectly false. Only an unlisted telephone number that if she ever did give it out, when it rang, she knew then to answer it as Sharon. But those times and instances were few and far between. In all the time she'd been enjoying and playing these games, she'd only given it out twice. 

Together they slowly walked off towards the escalators and headed up stairs towards the bar. It opened at 2:00pm, and it was just past that now. They soon entered the dimly lit bar, and to her delight found that she and Samantha were the first to have entered. A single solitary woman stood behind the bar still straightening glasses and putting things away. She glanced up at the two women briefly as they entered.

"Have a seat," she informed them. "I'll be over to take your orders in a second."

Samantha led the way over to a corner booth where they could easily see the entire room as well as anyone entering the bar. The booth was large enough to easily accommodate six, but they took it anyway with Vickie sliding in on one side, and Samantha the other. Vickie watched as the woman continued to slide closer towards the middle of the table however, and Vickie took cue from that and similarly then did the same so that they were soon sitting fairly close to one another around the oversized table.

The barkeep/waitress didn't seem to take notice of their chosen seating arrangement, nor react to it in anyway except for promptly and efficiently taking their orders. Samantha ordered a Martini, and Vickie ordered a glass of white wine.

While they waited for the barkeep/waitress to return with their drinks, Vickie turned towards the woman whose eyes she felt staring towards her. She even smiled at the woman expectantly, curious now...and still feeling that special tingly sensation deep between her legs.

"I saw your pussy," The woman spoke boldly, honestly saying. Her comment actually catching Vickie slightly off guard

"Oh? Did I accidentally flash you or something then?" Vickie said, regaining her composure as well as again slipping back into her naive, innocent little persona.

"Accidentally?" Samantha said, reaching over, placing her hand down in Vickie's lap, already peeling back the hem of her skirt to place flesh against flesh. "I will say this. You're good. Really good."

Again, Vickie was at loss for words. She'd never been approached so boldly before, not by anyone. Especially a woman, and here she was now, a little flustered, a whole lot excited...and every bit as much curious about where all this was heading.

"I share you're same likes," Samantha stated. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist myself. Though I admit I've never approached, nor considered doing so to a woman before. Seeing you do it, admittedly made me curious. Especially after I had watched you flash those remarkable titties at that guy and his wife as they walked by. I could see you from just inside the store, and then I waited to see what else you might do, and to whom. When I saw you flash the next two people who exited the store, I figured I might as well see if you'd do the same thing to me as well. And of course, you did! So..."

"So..."Vickie interjected, "Here we are now!" Vickie did smile at the other woman, even as she felt the woman's fingers slip down between her legs and begin to press herself against her bare flesh.

Vickie responded, spreading herself, allowing access even as the woman's long thin finger wormed its way inside her and began toying with the overly abundant flow of juices that greeted her.

"Oh my. You been playing this game all day? You're absolutely gushing here," she softly whispered.

Then Vickie told her of the episode earlier in the day. 

"You brought your toys with you?" She asked, a little surprised, but also a great deal interested in knowing and in seeing them.

"Yes," Vickie admitted.

"Give me one," Samantha expectantly and obviously very much aroused now asked of her.

Vickie once again fished down inside her purse, but this time handing a much larger, pink-ribbed vibrator to her rather than the slimmer smaller one she had used earlier.

She often took and used this one in places just like this one. It was after all far more intense, yet very, very quiet. Which was one of the reasons she'd purchased it in the first place, heavy-duty, but immensely satisfying. 

Vickie watched as Samantha turned the rubberized cock over and over within her hand, studying it, examining it, and finally switching it on so that she could test the vibrations out within the palm of her hand.

"Nice," she said drawing the word out. "I can see why you might enjoy this one. May I?"

They both quickly scanned the area once again, but no one else had as yet entered, and the barkeep/waitress had obviously gone around back to finish whatever she'd been doing when they had first arrived.

Vickie leaned back, distancing herself away from Samantha slightly, and all but laying down on the seat so as to provide her partner with not only easy access to her cunt, but once again displaying her bare pussy to the bold uninhibited scrutiny of her voyeuristic new friend.

"It's even more beautiful than I realized it was when I first saw it!" Samantha told her, and proceeded to slowly slide the soft humming little toy in and out of her rapidly gushing cunt.

"Wow, you're really producing a lot of juice here!" She announced needlessly.

Vickie laughed. "I know, and I also had been doing so on that bench too. I'm quite sure I left a bit of a wet-spot on the seat after we left."

Even Samantha had to join her in an added chuckle over that one. "No doubt, someone will have seated themselves down and found themselves wondering what they had just sat down in."

Vickie looked up just in time to see the barkeep heading in their direction. Though she sat up slightly so as not to appear too obvious about what it was they were doing, Samantha didn't so much as even miss a stroke as she skewered the soft pliant toy back up inside Vickie's cunt, twisting it with her hand rotating it as once again it slowly slid inside her.

"Can I get you ladies another?" She asked them.

Samantha had polished hers off, though Vickie had barely taken a couple of sips from hers.

"Ah no, I'm still fine thank you," Vickie managed to say even as Samantha slowly withdrew the toy from her pussy, once again twisting it in her hand even as she slowly slipped it from her wet glistening cunt.

"I'd like another. Thank you."

The waitress quickly retrieved the one empty glass, gave a quick curious look to them both, but then turned and headed back towards the bar.

"Make me cum now," Vickie urged her. "Hard ones...deep...thrusting. I've been on the edge ever since I first sat down on that bench outside the store!"

Samantha didn't have to be asked twice. Long before their waitress returned with Samantha's fresh drink, she had toy-fucked Vickie's quim to a nice hard explosive orgasm that left her shaking and quivering with satisfying release.

"You just sit here and recover for a moment kiddo," Samantha told her. "I'll be right back!"

Vickie watched as Samantha slid out of the seat, heading off towards the bathroom. Even though she'd just had a nice 'feeling' little climax, she still placed her finger atop her swollen little clit-bud and gave it a few nice satisfying twirls. The sensation was just enough to give her a couple of more added little clit-twitches that perfectly capped off the sweet orgasm she'd just experienced. Something about sitting in a bar, even a near vacant one as only one other customer was now actually sitting at the bar waiting to be served had been incredibly erotic. For a brief second Vickie considered flashing the man some titty. But sitting in a bar as she was, all alone, would simply be a stupid way to invite the man over towards her. He'd already noticed her sitting alone as it was, and she anxiously awaited Samantha's quick return. No doubt, soon seeing the two of them together, he might consider them Lesbians no doubt, especially sitting all comfy and cozy together off in a far away corner of the room. But truth was...she could care. Let him think whatever he wanted to. She was simply curious and interested in wondering what Samantha was up to.

A few minutes later Samantha finally reemerged from the bathroom. The waitress had already brought her fresh drink, which Vickie had gladly paid for.

"Thank you," she said, raising her fresh glass and taking a sip of it.

"You're welcome." 

"We seem to have company now," Samantha stated, spotting the man sitting at the bar who was still glancing over at the two of them periodically.

"I know."

"Hmmmm, sort of makes this all the more exciting then doesn't it?" Samantha said, reaching down, slowly sliding the zipper of her elegant slacks.

"I'm not prepared to enjoy that wonderful vibrator you brought along with you, but I would very much enjoy the feel of your fingers inside me," Samantha said hopefully, pulling her slacks sufficiently a part to allow Vickie some limited access to her own exposed pussy. "I removed my panties...just in case you were wondering. After playing with you, I'm pretty worked up now myself."

"Actually, I think I might have a surprise for you!" Vickie responded, and reached down inside her bag of tricks, withdrawing the small slim shiny sliver vibrator she had first used at lunch.

"Perfect!" Samantha cooed, tossing another quick glance over towards the bar.

Vickie followed her gaze; saw that the guy was still curiously eyeing the two of them. She produced the small tiny vibrator, held it openly within her hand for a moment, then purposely posed it, allowing him to see what it was that she held, and then stuck it beneath the table out of sight. The expression on Samantha's face as the pleasure-giving little toy began to tease the outer folds of her cunt was telling. Vickie watched as their now included 'voyeur' turned slightly in his seat, even more interested than before, but cautiously realistic enough to know that this was as close as he was going to be allowed to witness and observe their naughty sex play.

Vickie teased her unmercifully for a considerable length of time, never pressing nor attempting to even enter her pussy with the device, simply using it to rub up and down between the soft fur-lined slit of her sex.

"You're driving me fucking crazy with that!" She said loud enough for the guy at the bar to have overheard, which by his facial expression, wide-mouthed grin, he obviously had.




Vickie's Toy Box



Vickie finally helped Samantha to lower her slacks sufficiently to finally slip the almost miniature vibrator up inside her pussy.

"What if the waitress comes back now?" Vickie asked. It was almost too obvious as to what was taking place now. The guy at the bar certainly knew, and if the waitress came back, sitting as they were with her slacks half dragging off the seat, it would be next to impossible trying to hide anything, let alone making any sort of escape out of the place without difficulty.

"Tell her to wait her turn then," Samantha managed through clenched teeth as Vickie began to slide the mini-vib in and out of her pussy with an increased, urgent need to satisfy this woman's wet sopping quim.

"Oh Sharon!" Samantha called out, using Vickie's falsely given name. 

"That's it! That's it! Oh damn, that feels so fucking good!" She said groaning as Vickie continued massaging her cunt, both inside as well as outside as she slipped the vibrator up and down her slit, teasing and touching her clitoris, then slipping it inside her wet furrow for several quick teasing little fuck-strokes.

Seconds later Samantha was thrashing about back and forth upon the bench seat of the booth. Obviously in the throes of orgasm, so much so that even the waitress now stood behind the bar, watching and possibly discussing it with the guy at the counter. When Samantha had sufficiently calmed down, Vickie put away her toy, finished her glass of wine, and sat quietly as Samantha put her self back together, appearing as though nothing had ever happened.

"Thank you for a lovely afternoon!" Samantha said, placing a rather large tip on the table. She immediately slid out of the booth and began to make her way on slightly unstable legs back towards the front of the bar and back out into the Mall.

"I guess you would call that a "Zipless Fuck," Vickie said to herself. There had been no exchange of telephone numbers, no mention of ever meeting up again either. 

"Just as well," Vickie said again to herself, now climbing out from behind the table and walking past the two at the bar.

"Thank you," she offered as she passed by the two of them.

"No, THANK YOU!" The guy said smiling, and then raised his half empty glass at her as she exited the bar. Even the bartender was smiling at her.

"Most entertaining experience I've ever had since coming to work here!" she'd added.

#

Vickie decided not to try and press her luck any longer at the Mall. As she did in fact have a few errands yet to run, she headed off to do just that. So it was that it was early on in the evening with the sun having finally set that she found herself hungry and in need of something to eat before heading off towards home.

Spotting a nearby fast-food restaurant, she decided to swing through the drive-through and then head on home. At the last minute, just before pulling up to the call box to place her order, she saw no other cars ahead, or behind her. As this was a Wendy's, she was reasonably sure that her order would be ready and waiting for her at almost the moment she pulled up in front of the pay window.

Taking one last look about, she reached down and yanked the blouse she was wearing completely over the top of her head, thus leaving her topless with both of her bare breasts prominently displayed. She knew the person who'd taken her order had been a male, so the likelihood of another woman making some issue of her pulling up to the window topless was fairly remote. She then drove around the building, reaching the window just as she saw a young pimply-faced boy ready to take her money for the order. He gasped, looking at her in a total state of surprise and shock as she drove up turned towards him expectantly, holding out her hand with a five-dollar bill extended towards him. He did a double take, realizing this wasn't a dream, and that in fact the woman sitting there in the hot looking sports car was in fact bare-chested, with two of the most gorgeous breasts he had ever seen. 

"Ah, consider it on the house!" He stammered at her, waving her away to the next window where someone else was already waiting and holding out her dinner to be picked up. The guy at the window must have radioed something ahead, as in the next instant, the second guy was actually sticking his head out the window looking back towards her as she drove up.

"You weren't kidding!" She heard the second kid say into his microphone. And then, "Yeah Charley, it WAS worth the five dollar bet!"

Handing her, her food, Vickie drove away, still topless though she managed to slip her blouse back over her head and conceal her breasts once again before turning back out onto the highway. She smiled to herself. It had been after all a rather fun-filled and interesting day. Heading home finally, she had already begun to think about the sort of things she could do tomorrow. Even then she felt the old familiar gathering of moisture between her legs. She wasn't sure she could wait until she did get home to satisfy herself at least one more time this evening before calling it a day, and did slip a solitary finger inside herself as she drove the rest of the way home to her apartment.

Vickie never had been one to simply sleep in on the weekends. Like every early Sunday morning, she was up and gathering a load of wash to carry down to the apartment complex Laundromat. She enjoyed doing her laundry early for several reasons, one...because she could use two of the washers simultaneously without feeling like she was hogging them. And two because it had become one of her favorite times to sit down and read a spicy-racy novel or book while she waited.

Once Vickie had gathered her dirty clothes together, she then opened up her "Toy-Box" and located her Butterfly vibrator. She liked the way this one attached itself outwardly to her, and was both comfortable as well as stimulating. The sensations weren't as intense as some of her other toys, and generally took a lot longer for her to achieve orgasm, which was fine with her as she generally enjoyed reading and taking her time anyway.

She quickly slipped her legs through the elastic straps and secured the device comfortably against herself and once again took a moment to ensure that it worked properly. She then slipped a pair of shorts on along with a halter-top that barely encompassed her breasts. Vickie stood for a moment longer rummaging through one of the shelves inside the cabinet looking for something to read, and pulled down one of the new books she'd recently purchased entitled "Exhibitionist Wife." She then threw the book on top of the clothes she'd gathered, and headed out of her apartment and downstairs to the laundry room.

She'd just finished sorting out her clothing between the two washers and had settled down in a nearby comfortable chair to read when she saw one of the other tenants who lived there come in. They had seen one another before, and had even acknowledged each other in passing with a nod of their head, and even a word or two spoken between them. But Vickie had never formally met him, or even knew his name.

She watched as he came in carrying a duffel bag full of clothes. He then carried it over to one of the machines and promptly dumped the entire contents of the bag into one washer.

"Don't you wash you're whites and colors separately?" She asked.

"Holy shit!" He said, seeing her sitting there for the first time.

Vickie realized he hadn't even been aware she was there, and upon speaking had surprised him and scared the shit out of him in the process.

She laughed. "I'm sorry, "and remembering she didn't know his name, then asked him.

"Again, I'm sorry for scaring you like that. But I don't even know what you're name is!"

"Robert. Robert Duvall" He said smiling now, though his face was flushed red with a tinge of obvious embarrassment. 

"Wow, like the actor?" She questioned seriously.

"Yeah, though I think the spellings different. But mom always liked him as an actor, and since she married a man with the same last name, it was only natural that she then named me after him, well...sort of."

Vickie stood up placing her book down on one of the washers she was using. Robert glanced down at it, quickly scanning the title of the book but said nothing.

"Anyway, you really shouldn't mix whites with colors like that. Your whites will appear dingy and faded from picking up the colors from the rest of your clothing." She also noticed that Robert hadn't brought any detergent with him either, and had already walked over to drop some change in one of the machines to obtain one of their boxes.

"Here, use some of this. It contains bleach in it at least." She casually poured out the required amount of soap into his washer, and then turned it on."

"Thanks," he responded once again. "Admittedly, I don't do my own laundry very often as you can see. Usually my room-mate does it, but she's not here this weekend."

"She?" Vickie asked curiously.

Once again Robert blushed.

"Yes, she. My room-mate."

"So are the two of you intimately involved then? Or is this like the old TV show, "Three's Company", without the third person of course.

"Sort of," he responded sheepishly. "We both see and date other people, but once in a while, we get together too."

"You mean have sex."

Robert continued to blush, but this time nodded his head yes. "Every once in a while, not like all the time though." Vickie noticed that Robert was wearing what appeared to be a jogging outfit.

"You on your way to run this morning I take it?" She asked.

"Ah yeah. Thought I'd throw in a load of clothes, then head off for my morning run. Figured I'd get back just about the time the load was finished."

Once again he looked down at the cover of the book that Vickie had been reading.

"Interesting title," he observed saying. "Not exactly a soft-core romance novel is it?"

Now it was Vickie's turn to blush slightly. "No, not hardly. Pretty Hard-core in fact, but I love reading a nice juicy erotic story, especially while I'm sitting here doing my laundry. Gives me a chance to spend some time and enjoy myself."

She had been standing here talking to Robert the entire time with her butterfly vibrator on of course. The subtle tiny pulsation's hadn't been a distraction to her, just there on the edge of her subconscious reminding her that she was slowly being stimulated.

"So, you and this room-mate of yours have a fairly open relationship then?" She asked, once again steering the conversation back around to where she wanted it to be.

Robert looked at her curiously. "In a way, I guess. Like I said, we do see and date other people, but occasionally yes, we do fool around if that's what you mean."

"Ever fool around with each other's dates?"

That question caught him off guard a little. "Once. Stacy said she'd always wanted to try a threesome, and we'd all been drinking together and were more than a little high from it. My girlfriend at the time was curious about it herself, but then just when things started to get interesting, she chickened out. So we ended up not really doing much of anything except for sitting around naked. But that was pretty much it." Robert laughed remembering, "We broke up soon after that. I think it scared her more than she was willing to admit." He smiled, "What about you? You have a room-mate, or a boyfriend?"

"No. Not really."

And then to his surprise, Vickie proceeded to tell him all about herself, including the fact that she was still technically a virgin, as she'd never had intercourse with a man before. And of her intention of keeping it that way until she found the perfect guy.

"So how will you really know if you've found him or not, especially if you don't test the waters out so to speak?" He asked her questioningly.

"I didn't say I didn't enjoy sex, or even fool around a little. Just not having intercourse. I love masturbation, especially when it's mutual. I'm even masturbating now while we speak!"

Vickie's revelation stunned him into silence. He stood there looking at her with his mouth open, unable to say anything for a few moments.

"You're, you're..."

"Masturbating, yes," she finished for him. "Right at this very moment!"

"No way!"

Vickie quickly turned to ensure that no one else was nearby whom could see her, and quickly unzipped her short-shorts, much to Roberts's amusement and surprise. She quickly lowered them allowing him to see the contraption that she had affixed to herself. A tiny little "butterfly" seemed to be hovering just over her clitoris, held in place by a pair of elastic straps that kept it comfortably positioned.

"See?" She said, looking down at herself, and suddenly feeling an increased flow of moisture between her legs.

"Wow! You really are aren't you!" Robert said then incredulously. And hurriedly looked up to ensure they were still alone. 

"So you do this every Sunday morning?" He asked, a quiver of excitement in his voice.

"Yep. Every Sunday!" She said, once again pulling up her shorts and secreting away her humming little toy.

"I think maybe I'll start doing my own laundry on Sundays," he added with a half serious deviously sounding chuckle.

"I'd enjoy that," she said. "Though if you started doing that, I probably wouldn't be able to read any of my naughty books, so you'd probably at least have to do something to provide me with some stimulation while I did." 

The smile left his face briefly as he considered what it was she'd just told him. "As in? 

"Well, as in maybe playing with you're self for me while I watched, and of course, while you watched me. Now that might be a whole lot of fun, and certainly better than any book don't you think?" Vickie stood looking at the incredulous expression on Robert's face. "So, I guess the question is, would you rather go jogging, or watch me masturbate?"

Robert closed his semi-open mouth, now smiling. And as she looked down at his crotch somewhat pointedly, he then slipped his hands down to lower his sweats over the bulging lump in his briefs. 

Vickie once again sat down in her chair, but this time removed her shorts altogether, and sat in such a way that her legs were tucked at the knee and firmly planted within the seat of the chair. Additionally, she spread herself obscenely wide for him allowing a clear unobstructed view of her pussy slit, most of which wasn't covered by the tiny little butterfly vibrator still hovering over her clit.

"Ok," she said. "Now it's you're turn to show me yours." She said in a little girl voice, playing on the old game of "I'll show you mine if you'll sure me yours." The way most kids did when they played curious games together.

Robert finally pulled his briefs down over his large swollen erection. He began to tentatively stroke it while he stood there in front of her.

"No! Do it like you enjoy doing it to yourself when you're alone. Don't just stand there and jack it like that's what I want to sit here and see. Play with it the way you do when you really want to make your self feel good!" She said scolding him. "Otherwise, I'll go back to reading my book, and you can head off for you're morning jog!"

Robert looked for a brief moment at the nearly innocent looking woman sitting below him with her legs spread wide open, and her finger busily squirming and worming about inside herself.

"This is the way I like to make myself feel good," she added suggestively. "So now, you show me how you enjoy doing it!"

Robert began using both hands on himself, the way he sometimes did in the shower, alternating hand-strokes, one on top of the other, sometimes rough, sometimes slow and gentle. But at least he was now playing with his prick honestly the way he privately enjoyed doing it.

"That's better!" Vickie sighed, watching him. And then she reached up, removing her halter-top and began massaging and rolling one of her firm erect nipples between her fingers as she continued to finger-fuck her cunt with her free hand.

"Oh fuck! This is hot!" Robert managed to state between harsh hard breaths.

"Yes it is, isn't it?" She replied.

For several minutes they continued, she sitting, he standing until it became obvious that he was becoming weak in the knees.

"Cum on my tits!" She told him, "Whenever you're ready. I want to feel you're hot spunk landing all over my tits!"

Robert immediately approached her, almost staggering like a drunken sailor as he moved towards her, his fist continuing to fly up and down his turgid shaft, milking it, squeezing it, and urging the cum juice to finally release itself from his swollen tight balls.

"Here...it...cums!" He cried out, moaning and groaning his pleasure as the first jettison of his fluid made its way towards her in a high upwards arch of white ropes of semen. It began to land on her nearly everywhere. White gobs of pearly fluid that attached itself to her breasts, tummy and even landing on her chin where she shook her head laughing in frenzied ecstasy as his prick continued to spew all over her.

Vickie joined him with a sudden release of her own female fluids, which began leaking out from within her clenching, quivering pretty pink cunt. She fingered herself wildly, producing a mixture of frothy white foam that seemed to ooze and bubble inside her pussy with delicious sounding squishy noises that she seemed to intensify and cause to become louder and louder as she continued on fucking herself with her finger.

Robert soon after staggered back near the washer and used it as a prop to steady himself, leaning against it for support, still trying to catch his breath after the incredible orgasm they had just shared together. Likewise, Vickie sat, eyes closed, somewhere along the lines having unclipped her tiny little butterfly, and removing it. Now sitting with her dainty slim finger softly and slowly caressing her still swollen exposed clit.

"That was fucking unbelievable!" He said. "Where'd you get that little toy anyway?"

She opened her eyes, smiling at him, finally lowering her legs back down to the floor though she made no effort to pull her shorts back on, nor replace her halter back over her exquisitely shaped breasts.

"Actually, I have a friend who gives those 'in-home' toy parties. Maybe you've heard of those?" She asked him.

"I think I have...yes. So someone you know goes around with a suitcase full of vibrators and dildo's, shows them at a gathering of horny house-wives, and then sells them right?"

Vickie frowned at him, but it wasn't a serious frown. "Well...sort of. I'm sure a few 'Toy-Parties' are like that. But not the way my girlfriend does it. The parties she throws are far more interesting and exciting than that!"

"Oh really? You know," Robert said wondering aloud. "You might want to talk to my room-mate. She said something a while ago about wanting to host one of those kinds of parties. And she's got a lot of female friends too. I'd be willing to bet your friend would make a killing selling some of those toys."

"Maybe," Vickie offered. "Tell you what. I'll give you my number, and if she's interested. And I mean really interested. Then have her call me and I'll talk to her about it. She might change her mind though after I tell her the way my friend works and how she throws a party."

The washers stopped almost simultaneously, and together they quickly unloaded them and placing the wet clothes inside the dryers.

"Now what?" Robert asked. "We've got about an hour before the clothes finish drying.

"Perfect, I really could use a good cunt licking. And if you do a nice enough job, then you just might get rewarded with an equally nice blowjob."

Vickie hoisted herself atop one of the washers and opened herself up to him once again.

"Here? Just like this?" He asked.

"Just like this," she said. "Besides, it does feel a whole lot naughtier doesn't it?"




Vickie's Toy Box



And Robert had to agree. It certainly did.

Vickie was surprised when her phone rang early that afternoon.

"Hello?" She said.

There was a brief hesitant pause for a second, and then a very sexy sounding voice responded to her.

"Hi, this is Stacy, Robert's roommate." 

"Oh, yes! Robert said that you might be interested in hosting a toy party." Vickie replied enthusiastically. "But I must warn you. My friend doesn't just show up and show a bunch of women vibrators and lingerie and then sit around and giggle about them while she shows them. If that's the kind of women you know who'd be in attendance, then she wouldn't be interested."

"I'm not sure what you mean," Stacy answered honestly. "Just exactly what IS expected?"

"Well, obviously you've heard what goes on at MOST of these parties, or you wouldn't be interested in having one. But what my friend Darla does that no one else does, is require everyone, the moment they arrive to take off all their clothes and put on one of the lingerie items she's brought along with her. So obviously she will need a pretty firm head-count, along with a range of women's various sizes."

"I don't think that will be any problem," Stacy offered. "In fact...that sounds like a hell of a lot of fun!"

"There's more. Darla gives out prizes. Same as any party, but what she does is give the vibrator, nightgown, or whatever to the woman who actually tries out the most toys. She also does the same thing for the woman who actually has the most orgasms during the party."

"You're kidding!" Stacy said into the phone with more than a little doubtfulness that any of her friends would be so bold as to go quite that far.

"Nope. That's the kind of party she gives. And if no one in attendance is willing to go along with that, she doesn't want them there. And if there aren't at least six women who'd be coming, she doesn't even throw the party. So, like I said, you tell me, should I call her and set it up?"

"Let me make a few phone calls first," Stacy said a bit more uncertainly. "I think a few of my friends wouldn't have a problem with that, but I'm not too sure I can get six of us there."

"Four more at least," Vickie added. "With you there, and me, you'd only need at least four more certain ones." But they had all better show, and be willing to participate, or Darla will pack up and leave."

She heard Stacy almost smile on her end of the line. "Four more then," she corrected. "I'll certainly go along with it. Especially after what Robert told me about you and he in the laundry room this morning."

Vickie laughed, "Well maybe next time, it will be you and I down in the laundry room!"

"Count on it!" Stacy responded.

"Well ok, see what you can find out and then give me a call back with hard confirmations. I'll contact Darla after that, and we'll see how soon she can book a party for you."

"I take it she's pretty busy?"

"Constantly. You'd be surprised. But for me, as I am one of her special customers, she might move us up. But I'd have to promise her that it would be worth her while for her to do that."

"I'll get back to you as soon as possible then," Stacy said.

After she'd hung up the phone, she quickly dialed her friend Darla. She had no real concern that Stacy wouldn't find enough women willing to attend, especially after the tone of excitement that she had heard in the Stacy's voice.

"Darla? Hi, it's Vickie. You booked for Saturday?"

#

Vickie arrived home from work Tuesday night and saw that a message on her phone was waiting for her. She pressed the play key to listen to it.

"Vickie? Stacy. I've got eight total, including yourself. But there's only one problem. It would have to be this Saturday; otherwise we'll have to wait until next month to try again. Anyway, give me a call back and let me know what you find out."

She left her number, and Vickie immediately dialed her back. This time she got Stacy's answering machine, and left the message with her that Saturday was already set up for six in the evening. She left instructions about coordinating with her regarding the women's clothing sizes and told her to ensure she had an ample supply of everyone's favorite drink, as that tended to help lower everyone's inhibitions a little. 

On Saturday, Vickie went over to Stacy and Roberts place a little early to help out with preparations.

"After everything Robert told me about you, it's finally nice to actually see you in person," she said.

"Likewise," Vickie said in greeting. "And speaking of which, what did you do with Robert for this evening anyway?" 

"Oh, I told him if he even tried to come back before midnight we'd all skin him alive, but he actually considered coming back anyway. And then I told him if he ever wanted to have sex with me again, he'd really better not come back before then...or else!"

"Good...if there's another thing Darla won't tolerate, it's men hanging around or wanting to participate. Though...she also does 'couples' parties, which can get even wilder than these do!"

Stacy grinned. "We'll see how this one goes first," she cautioned. "But if it's anything like you said it is, I'd be willing to bet, some of these gals might actually consider doing a couples party too!"

#

Stacy had everything pretty much laid out for the party already, so it took them very little time to finish setting things up. She'd made a run to buy all the booze they needed earlier that day, and as Vickie saw, there was a more than ample variety of nearly everything.

They were standing by the bar just outside of the kitchen having fixed them selves a drink when Stacy turned towards Vickie.

"By the way. Just what did Robert tell you about our relationship anyway?"

"Not too much really. Just that the two of you occasionally get together, though I assume that's pretty much just for some added side-fun more than anything else. Oh, and that the two of you once tried to have a little threesome together, but that for whatever reason, it didn't work out."

"He told you about that?" Stacy said incredulously. 

"Well, he was pretty aroused at the time. I think he'd have told me just about anything I'd have asked him at that particular moment," Vickie teased. "I take it that was your first and only time with another woman then?" Vickie pressed.

"Yeah. Though as you heard, it didn't work out anyway, so I guess you can say I still haven't experienced that."

"A threesome? Or just being with another woman."

"Both really."

Stacy was much shorter than Vickie was. Her blonde-ish, brown hair was considerably shorter too, but she certainly wasn't smaller in the bust-line department. If anything, her breasts were every bit as large as hers were if not more so. As they both knew they'd soon be stripping off their clothing shortly after Darla's arrival with the various styles of lingerie, neither one had worn anything that would make it difficult to quickly undress. Stacy stood with a simple single piece shift and nothing on underneath it. Her full heavy breasts comfortably pressed against the material, and even with the patterned outline of multi-colored flowers, it was still easily seen that her nipples stood hard and inviting against the thin material of the fabric.

"So let me ask you this then," Vickie said, setting her drink down and moving up behind Stacy where she stood.

"Is the thought of ever being with another woman, even one on one something you might sometime entertain?"

Before Stacy really had a chance to answer her however, Vickie reached around her cupping both of her full heavy breasts in her hands and began softly caressing them, rubbing them gently with her hands.

"I think I'm entertaining that very thought right now!" Stacy purred leaning her head back against Vickie's shoulder.

But before they could do anything further, a loud knock came to the door. "Fuck!" Stacy laughed. "I was just about ready to suggest..." Another knock interrupted that thought.

Vickie still didn't pull away from Stacy however, and continued holding onto the woman's breasts even as she called out. "Come in!"

Almost immediately Darla entered and saw the two of them standing together like that.

"Oh good! And to think I was worried that this party wasn't going to be any fun!"

Only then did Vickie let go of Stacy's breasts and head towards the door to help Darla with the two very heavy looking suitcases she'd just set down. The three women soon carried the cases over to a nearby table and began spreading out several of the sexy looking nightgowns and lingerie that Darla had specifically brought along for this occasion.

"Well, since you are the one hosting this party. You get the first pick of what you'd like to be wearing," she announced to Stacy. 

Vickie began rummaging through the sexy fun items as well. Multi colored outfits in varying styles from the sensual to the pure lusty dramatic. Stacy had noticed that Darla had been wearing a long trench coat and offered to take it and hang it up for her.

"I'll wear this just a while yet. I came in my chosen outfit," she told her. "And I like to begin the party by revealing to everyone what I have chosen to wear. It helps to set the mood as well as break the ice so to speak."

"She always does it like that," Vickie told Stacy. "And I love the outfits she chooses. They're always fun and exciting to see!"

Stacy quickly chose a black floor length sheer evening gown that was one piece, but flowed in layers of peek-a-boo lace and sensually patterned designs. It didn't give everything away, but as she moved in it, it did from time to time allow the more intimate portions of her anatomy to suddenly appear briefly before disappearing once again. Thus called the "Peek-a-boo" for that very reason.

Vickie picked an equally revealing but much shorter combination of white clingy satin that adhered to her body like a glove. Her hard pert nipples were clearly defined through the clingy material, outlining every indentation, every tiny little bump of her breasts and nipples. She even fingered her self, causing her breasts to swell more fully as well as hardening her swollen nipples even more rigidly than they were.

"How this?" She asked then twirling about.

"Perfect sweetheart," Darla cooed. "I think between the three of us, that the rest of the girls once they begin to arrive will realize just how fun and exciting this evenings going to be!"

Before long the other women began to arrive, and one by one they saw by Stacy and Vickie's dress that they would indeed be expected to strip and immediately find something equally revealing to wear. Even this was exciting however, and watching one another undress, and then redress in front of each other was done with an initial display of uncertainty and embarrassment which soon turned to a playful naughtiness as they commented, teased, and then complimented each other on how fabulously sexy everyone soon looked.

Simply standing about in the sometimes skimpy, sometimes nearly obscene lingerie, all the while having plenty to drink went a long way to making everyone comfortable and less self conscious about themselves.

"So when is Darla going to show us her outfit?" Barbara asked. A woman who was perhaps the tallest of them there and who had done some minor modeling in a local fashion magazine, and who could have easily passed as a near look-a-like for Cindy Crawford. 

"Soon as we're really ready to begin," Vickie responded sliding over to admire Barbara's light-blue 'baby-doll' nighty. "Darla likes to make sure everyone has had plenty of time to have a couple of drinks first, as well as have time enough to meet and talk with everyone they haven't met before or don't know all that well. It helps to further eliminate shyness when things really get going."

Stacy soon introduced Amanda, the last woman to arrive. Amanda had nearly backed out from coming at the last moment. She more than anyone else there was self conscious about her appearance, fairly heavy-set, Stacy had had to cajole her and beg her into coming. 

"I'm not sure I can go through with this," Amanda admittedly nervously. She held up a lavender gown that would easily fit her large frame, but even so, the appearance of cutouts for her breasts seemed a little too revealing even for her.

"Come on Amanda," Stacy urged. "I'll help you get into it. We'll go into my bedroom where you can change if you'd feel more comfortable. But I can assure you; you'll look beautiful in this. Trust me! Vickie, why don't you go and get Amanda something to drink!" She winked at Vickie then as though to conspiratorially ensure they needed to get Amanda loosened up in a hurry if she was going to go along with any of this.

An hour later, after several drinks, familiarization of conversation and after any remaining concerns for what was to be expected as well as required had been addressed, everyone there, including Amanda seemed comfortable enough, as well as willing enough to get things started. Only then did Darla finally stand up and remove the lightweight floor-length coat she'd continued to wear up until that moment.

"Ok ladies. For starters then, each of us is to stand up and parade ourselves across the room for the others here to watch and enjoy as we show ourselves off, resplendent in our sexy, sensual apparel." 

Darla allowed the coat to open and quickly slip from her shoulders, dropping down onto the floor. For her own outfit, she had worn nothing more than a few strips of soft smooth leather that criss-crossed beneath her breasts, and were studded with shiny steel posts that gave her a harsh, yet demanding attention to what she was wearing. A matching strip ran around her waist and was connected to another thin strap that then ran down between her legs and secured itself to the same strip of her waist from behind. Beyond that, there was very little else of anything that concealed her medium sized breasts. The fact that her pussy was completely shaved stood out in stark contrast to the tiny thin strip of leather that ran up her crotch, barely covering her slit. Even this was studded with tiny posts however in a spectacular design that drew attention to her and made you want to see what it was that tiny strip of leather was trying to hide.

The "Parade of Fashion" as she called it was a cleverly disguised way to strip away any remaining worries of self-consciousness. Even Amanda sashayed across the room with her heavy pendulous breasts hanging out and freely swaying as she crossed the room. Though her face was colored crimson, she was smiling and Darla called everyone's attention to her sensuality and beauty as the layers of chiffon moved and swayed along with her as she moved. Everyone clapped and applauded her catwalk, and it was obvious to everyone then that no more shyness or self-consciousness remained.

"OK everyone, " Darla began. "As you were hopefully all told before arriving here this evening, we're going to play several games, and enjoy several of the toys and items I have brought along with me. For those of you who might still be a little shy," and she paused staring down at a young woman named Kathy who had been even more intimidated by her revealing outfit than anyone, she then continued. 

"Vickie, Stacy and myself will be willing participants for this first round for those of you who are as yet a little unsure about sampling some of these products. Also, neither Vickie nor Stacy are eligible for any of the other prizes, as I will be giving them each something special for their participation. For the rest of you...you'll need to earn your gifts!" 

Darla sent a stern pointed look about the room at each and everyone there, finally once again focusing down on poor Kathy as she sat blushing furiously. Everyone there broke into laughter as the poor young female was singled out, but then Darla quickly turned the tables on everyone as she then selected Barbara as her first intended victim.

"This fun little vibrator is perhaps the most widely used one of most currently being sold on the market. For those of you who haven't used or tried one as yet, you might want to consider this one as a worthwhile purchase to certainly be included to your collection." 

Darla held up the thick, pink-ribbed rubberized penis and switched on the toy by turning the dial attached to the back of the hand-held dildo. Almost immediately it began to slowly move and rotate slightly in the palm of her hand.

Several giggles and whispers could be heard as she held it up for everyone to see and watch, then bade Barbara to be the first to test it out. Either upon herself while everyone watched, for points towards one of the prizes at the end of the evening, or...as she had said for this first round, that Barbara could if she wished, use it instead on anyone of the three willing women instead. To her delight, Barbara took the toy and sat back down in her seat and proceeded to tease herself with the device.

"Excellent!" Darla exclaimed to everyone, and then had Barbara attempt to tell everyone what it was she was feeling, and what it was doing for her. Barbara tried her level best to explain it, but she found herself forgetting what it was she'd just said, or tried to say. Which brought about a great deal of good-natured ribbing and kidding as she sat pleasuring herself in front of everyone with the toy.

One by one, they were all given an opportunity to use it on themselves, or they could if they wished and preferred, to come up and use it on any of the three Darla had previously designated as willing partners. Only Amanda and Kathy took this particular way out for the first round. Amanda hesitantly knelt down in front of her friend Stacy, who knowing her slight embarrassment, willingly spread herself widely in front of her friend and then talked her through the insertion of the toy inside her cunt. Amanda slowly stroked Stacy's pussy with the toy for several moments while she shared with everyone the sensations and feelings that Amanda was busily giving her with the rotating prick.

To everyone's surprise, Kathy had opted to use it on Darla herself. And she too willingly displayed herself, though walking over towards where Kathy sat, and then stood above her, holding open her own pussy as Kathy almost too tentatively inserted the toy up inside Darla's cunt. 

"Don't just tease me with it!" Darla told her loud enough for everyone to hear. "Shove it the fuck in!" She demanded. And then as Kathy did, beginning to finally fuck Darla with it, she found herself smiling and fascinated as the toy easily began to slide in and out of the woman's extremely wet pussy.

"That's better!" Darla announced, and even as Kathy continued fucking her with the toy, she then produced another one she had walked over with, and began explaining its particular functions and novelty's to everyone.

"Did I tell you to stop doing that?" She said, once again glaring down at Kathy who was still sitting in front of her. And who had been a little unsure if she was to continue "sampling" the device as Darla had continued on with her explanation of the new toy.

"I might not be in the running for the person having the most orgasms tonight. But it certainly doesn't mean I can't have any!" She proclaimed with a haughty laugh. And that once again set everyone else off to laughing, including Kathy who quickly went back to fucking the woman's cunt with the toy.

The evening continued on with things getting wilder and wilder by the moment. Everyone had by this time 'performed' upon themselves with one of the toys at least. And though it had again taken a good deal of coaxing to get either Kathy or Amanda to finally do so in front of everyone, eventually they did. 

"OK, now we're all equals here. And we've all done the 'dirty-deed' in front of one another. So no excuses now. I want to show you the newest toys I've brought along with me. Even Vickie hasn't seen these before yet, so we're going to ask her to be the first to try one and tell everyone what she does, or doesn't like about it. Afterwards, she is going to go around and use it on everyone else and have you tell her...what you like, or don't like about it!"




Vickie's Toy Box



There were more than a few snickers and gasps of breath over that one. But everyone there knew by now the nature of the party, and the extent that Darla wasn't taking anyone's "No" for an answer either.

She had cautioned everyone previously that if it took her going down on the woman until she gave in, she was prepared to do it. That had been the main thing that had finally caused Amanda to give in and use a vibrator on herself in front of everyone. Amanda had never had ANYONE do that to her before...man or woman, and she wasn't about to let her first time be in front of a bunch of other women either.

Darla held up a bright-blue colored toy. She showed it in a semi-relaxed state, and informed everyone how filling it with water, the warmer the better, suddenly caused the toy to stiffen very much like a man's erection would.

Vickie hurriedly filled the device with nice warm almost hot water and then excitedly sat down to use the toy on herself first before preparing to go around the room using it and trying it out on everyone else.

"Oh my!" She exclaimed only seconds after inserting the toy inside her pussy. "I've gotta have one of these!" She exclaimed, which immediately prompted several of the others to tell her to hurry up and bring it over to them. Sterilizing it first after using it, Vickie proceeded on about the room giving it a test drive on each and every woman there. She was about to move away from having been using it on Barbara when the woman held her hand in place.

"Oh no you don't!" She announced suddenly. "I'm gonna cum!"

Everyone was surprised at her pronouncement, but sat enthusiastically in wonder and delight as they watched Vickie soon after bring Barbara off with the exquisitely pleasurable toy.

"That's one for Barbara!" Darla proclaimed. And then not to be outdone, several of the other women present also allowed Vickie to take them off towards orgasmic delight with the new inventively designed pleasure tool.

Once again Darla reached down into one of the two suitcases she had brought along with her.

"Now ladies, here's something brand new that I am sure more than one of you will truly enjoy. And I already have the two people in mind that we're going to have be our little Guinea pigs for this next demonstration. Amanda? Kathy?"

Amanda had surprisingly gone along with everything up until this point. The thought of suddenly being selected out as the "primary" person involved for this next demonstration caused her to suddenly develop a major complex.

"Now, now Amanda. We'll not be having any of that. And besides, you are about to make every woman in this room very, very jealous. Think you'd like doing that?" Darla asked.

Suddenly, this had become interesting. And even Kathy who was starting to show signs of early discomfort became interested in whatever it was that Darla had in that magical little suitcase of hers.

"This is what we're going to do. Amanda, I want you to come over here and lay down on the floor for us. Ladies, every one else please make a circle around her, and leave room for Kathy to be joining her shortly."

Quickly, they threw several large comfy pillows down on the floor, and Amanda soon made herself comfortable atop a big fluffy pile of pillows that had been placed down on the floor for her.

"OK girls," Darla began, "This one takes a little preparation and set up, but it's one of the most pleasurable and sensitive products on the market." 

Darla held up a three-piece contraption that at first glance appeared like some sort of very skimpy swimwear. All three sections were connected together however by a thin flat strip that soon became obvious as electrical circuitry. Darla knelt down on the floor beside Amanda.

"As you can see...it doesn't matter how large or small a woman's breasts are, these two pieces can easily be adjusted around any sized breast." Darla then lifted each one of Amanda's heavy breasts and slipped pads over each breast until they looked very much like a too small sized bikini. The third extension also easily adjusted and was simply laid across and over Amanda's pubis. She then handed a small remote control device to Amanda and pointed out three distinct separate little buttons.

"You can control the intensity of pleasure to any or all three areas individually from each other by the simple press of a button. Holding it down, the pressure and intensity increases until you let go. Holding it down again decreases the intensity until you let go. Pushing the second button once allows you to change the area, or areas that you wish to either increase or decrease the sensation without changing the area or portion of your body that you've already adjusted to. Now go ahead Amanda, give it a whirl!"

"Oh, Oh, OH MY!" Amanda said as she played with the controls, felt the soft vibrating stimulation and teasing current of electricity as it pulsated through each of her nipples and clitoris simultaneously. She adjusted the intensity level, then played with the controls until she was sending different levels of pleasure through each of her breasts as well as through the soft patch covering her pussy.

"That...is...incredible!" She spoke through clipped speech. "I love the way it feels on my nipples!" She said, nearly running all the words together so she could even get them out. The sensation was obviously having a major affect on her, and she was well on her way towards orgasm when Darla shut the toy off.

"Nooooooooooooo!" Amanda wailed, surprising everyone there. 

Darla was laughing. "Don't worry kiddo, the best is yet to come! Ok Kathy, time you joined Amanda here!"

Kathy nearly jumped into the circle with what could only be described as eager anticipation. Darla quickly set her up in second unit and positioned the two women so that they were laying head to toe.

"Now, it really doesn't matter how you lay. Side by side, or head to toe, whatever you feel like. Doesn't matter. But what I am about to show you now is significantly different than any "shared" adult toy now out on the market!"

Darla unhooked the power strip from the connection that had been attached to the unit Amanda was wearing, and plugged it into the one Kathy had on. She then plugged the strip from the device Kathy had on, into the device that Amanda was in control of.

"And now comes the fun part!" Darla said. "Each of you, Amanda, Kathy, controls the sensations and pulsations of the woman wearing the other device. So, go for it, play with your controls and drive one another crazy!"

By this time everyone was crowding around like a flock of vultures trying to get the best look. Amanda and Kathy lay on the floor, writhing and squirming in obvious pleasure as they took turns increasing, sometimes decreasing pleasure levels as well as adjusting how much or how little each of the breasts received, all independent from one another.

"This is unbelievable!" Kathy cried out pleasurably. "Oh Amanda, turn up the left tit just a little...Ah yes, that's it. Perfect!"

"Ah...OK. Now I gotta get me one of those two!" Vickie exclaimed. And several women laughed, but many others began clamoring for their turn in the contraption.

"Sorry girls, not enough time for everyone to have a turn. I guess you'll just have to take Amanda's and Kathy's word as to how good it feels, and then decide for yourselves if you want to purchase one...or a second unit at half price."

Everyone watched as the girls soon took one another to orgasm. Amanda kept screaming for Kathy to turn it down, or she was going to cum. And Kathy simply pressed the button down, increasing the intensity instead and sent Amanda right up and over the edge. She exploded in an earth shattering climax, screaming out her joy at nearly the top of her lungs, and then as she succumbed to the uncontrolled wave of ecstasy, ensured that her own finger was pressing down on the controls to Kathy's pleasure as well. And of course, Kathy quickly joined her.

After both women had had a chance to recover, it was decided to take a little break and give everyone a chance to cool down with a fresh drink and a little bite to eat. Already two hours had gone by, and for most of the women there, it felt like mere minutes.

"This has been incredible!" A thin almost too skinny woman with hardly any breasts at all announced. "I've already had six orgasms tonight...which I can honestly say is more than I've ever had in an entire evening before. And we're only half way through the party!"

Barbara had sidled up beside the young woman and bent to suckle one of her small yet very sensitive breasts. 

"Tell you what," she said proposing. "If you'll go haves with me on that bikini-cum-suit, we'll plan an afternoon together and have some fun the way those two just did. How's that sound to you?"

"Only if my husbands allowed to watch," she said, surprised that Barbara had even approached her. 

"Deal!" Barbara replied. Then turned back towards Darla. "Put Karen and I down for one each of those bikini-cum-suits!" She told her. And Darla tallied the forth pair of the evening now having been sold.

Vickie and Stacy each helped serve some food from the kitchen. The gals quickly devoured what had been prepared, suddenly everyone ravenous and starving from all the pent up sexual excitement and release that had been taking place nearly all evening long.

"I'd say this party's been a great success so far wouldn't you?" Vickie asked Stacy as she placed yet another tray of finger sandwiches on the counter. 

"Oh fuck yes!" Stacy answered. "I honestly don't remember ever being this horny before either!" she admitted, then leaned over giving one of Vickie's tits a gentle, yet needful suck.

"Oh that's nice!" Vickie cooed, reaching down to fondle one of Stacy's hard firm nipples. "And, if you're up to it after the party's over and everyone's gone home..."

"Yes!" Stacy said turning to face her, interest showing clearly through those deep-set blue eyes of hers. "I think we should give poor ole Robert the surprise of his life afterwards, especially since he was kind enough to stay away for the evening."

"Sounds like fun!" Vickie responded enthusiastically. "But lets not rush to get the evening over with either. I know Darla, and the second half of these little parties can get even wilder than the first half!"

The girls spent the next half hour eating, drinking, and discussing as well as once again fondling and in some cases openly playing with the toys that Darla had shown them all so far.

Suddenly the sound of a loud cracking whip caught everyone's immediate attention. Darla stood beside her table where she had now opened one of the suitcases which contained an array of handcuffs, whips as well as rubberized masks, gags, and various other assorted specialty toys.

"And this girls, isn't for the faint of heart!"

"Oh my!" Kathy was then heard to say, cutting through the sudden silence. And once again everyone burst out laughing.

"And this...most of you will certainly recognize as a double dildo. Meant to be used together by two women of course. Though I am sure if you're lucky enough to have the perfect man..." Darla received more than a few soft quiet chuckles over that one too.

"And so, obviously we need two more willing participants to show the rest of us how to best use and satisfy one another using one of these!"

"How about Stacy and I?" Vickie enthusiastically asked. 

"Well ok then!" Darla cheerfully urged them on, placing them each then in a position of being pussy to pussy with one another.

"Unlike many dildos like this one. Some can be a little too flexible and difficult to control, let alone use in such a way as to ensure mutual pleasure together," Darla explained. "This one however, has a simple on and off switch atop of the toy, vibrations are then equally sent out all along the length and girth of the device, allowing both women to experience and feel the vibrations as well as the experience of fucking each other with the toy. You will also see, though flexible, it is also sturdy and sufficiently smooth to ensure maximum pleasure as well as easy access penetration into one another."

Darla had also applied a small portion of one of the many bottles of lubrication she had also brought along for sale, and though Vickie's pussy was more than sufficiently lubricated to accommodate the toy, Darla used some of it anyway as demonstration to most of the others.

Together, Vickie and Stacy demonstrated the obvious aspect of the mutually enjoyed toy as they thrashed back and forth together on the floor, each simultaneously fucking the other, taking turns in doing so, but at the same time enjoying the additional sensations of the softly vibrating tool even when they weren't moving. They worked against one another, pushed, shoved and rotated their hips, undulating with the toy until they both came in a glorious wave of delight, much to the enjoyment of the speechless women who watched their erotic display of passion.

"And now girls," Darla began after Vickie and Stacy had had time to recover and repose themselves. "This next little game will give us all a bit of a breather. The woman who can share with us the most erotic masturbation story, whether true or fantasy, will receive one of the Pink flexible ribbed toys I showed you earlier."

Just sitting together as they were was sexy/sensual enough. But as one by one the women began to relate their favorite experiences, or fantasy encounters, the atmosphere became more and more electrified with anticipation and desire. Some few women played with themselves unabashedly, uncaring that they could perform such an intimate display so openly now, and in front of everyone. Many of which had not even formally met or seen one another until this evening. And now, could sit side by side touching themselves, almost absentmindedly playing as someone told a story, related an experience, or shared their most private secrets. But it was Kathy who shocked and surprised everyone when it came around to being her turn.

"I'm currently on the woman's swim team at the University," Kathy began. I have always had a secret desire, secret fantasy to masturbate in public, but do so in such a way that no one would ever know that I did. Finally, one day after the team had quit practicing and headed for the showers, I managed to slip a small tiny miniature vibrator inside myself. Heading into the showers where most of my teammates were taking theirs, I was able to stand there as the hot water caressed me, sometimes nearly touching, though not quite some of the women on the team. I would look and admire their bodies. Fantasize about kissing them, holding and caressing their breasts or sucking on their nipples. There were so many naked women standing together, and all the while, this wonderful soft vibration inside me, teasing me and soon causing me to have one orgasm after another. I climaxed at least a dozen times before I finally had to leave the shower area and head back to the locker room to remove the toy and dress. I was exhausted, but tingling inside and out with the pleasures of my release still dripping down the inside of my thighs. I've never ever told anyone about this, ever. And until tonight, especially after everything I've enjoyed and experienced I never thought I would ever be able to tell anyone about it. And now having finally done so, makes me realize just how exciting and sensual the experience really was!"

After Kathy had told her story, shared her experience, even more of the women there were openly touching and playing with themselves. One or two others had even crossed over to the point where they were gleefully experimenting on one another with several of the toys.

"I think this will be the perfect time to do the big finale," Darla said speaking to Vickie and Stacy. "I wasn't sure if this group would be that open to it, but I can see now that I don't think anyone should have any problems with it."

And then turning to the group of women sitting there, Darla began to explain.

"You've probably all heard the stories of young boys gathering together and jacking off. Many of you have probably heard the term of "Circle Jerk". Once again Darla paused eyeing the group of women, again hearing the snickers and whispered comments of agreement.

"Some of you I am sure have played the same game as well." Again Darla paused, and this time heard nothing but silence as the expectation level grew for where ever she was going with this.

"So ladies, we're about to enjoy the same thing ourselves together as a group. Each of you is invited to choose any of the toys I've brought with me tonight. And each one of you is to use it and bring either yourself, or a partner if you prefer to orgasm. Now, I chose a number at random earlier this evening and sealed it in an envelope. Each of you then will masturbate to orgasm. The first woman to experience an orgasm will of course be given the number one...and so on. After everyone has climaxed, and I mean everyone!" she said eyeing each one of the women there individually, "We'll open the envelope and see who the lucky winner of the grand prize will be. That person will get to keep not only the lingerie she is wearing, but will also be able to choose any one of the toys I have demonstrated here for you tonight. So it doesn't matter who cums first, or last. Only that in order to have a chance to win, she must cum! And no faking orgasm's either!" Darla warned. "Though if you do chose to do so, you'd better be able to make it believable at least, for the benefit of everyone else," she laughed. And once again that got everyone else laughing, lessening the impact of the little game that was about to be played.

Vickie saw Barbara heading her way and wasn't too surprised when she invited her to sit beside her and use different vibrators on one another. "I've always experienced better orgasms when someone else is playing with me," she stated honestly. "And I wouldn't mind pleasuring you if you're up for it?" she questioned.

"Sounds good to me!" Vickie said smiling. They quickly moved over towards the table selecting two of the toys they'd be using. Vickie picked the water filled vibrator to Barbara to be used on her. "I really like this one!" she admittedly openly. "And it will be even nicer having someone else using it on me other than myself!"

Soon, every woman there had selected her favorite toy. Not too surprisingly, Amanda and Kathy once again ended up together wearing the Bikini stimulator, each one in charge of the controls over the other.

Over the next little while, as the women sat playing with themselves, watching each other masturbating, and in several cases, ending up playing with one another, the sounds of intimacy and passion began to increase with louder and louder demonstrations of pure joy and satisfaction. One by one the orgasms began happening too much to everyone's delight.

Darla stood above the group, helping each along in some cases, caressing a breast here and there, stopping by to reach down and fondle an erect clit, or take over for a brief moment as she would grab hold of a woman's hand and use the vibrator or toy she had chosen to further enhance the sensations. And as each woman climaxed, she took note of her position and placement, marking the woman's name down, and in what order she had just climaxed.

What was of interest, and as she had fully hoped for and expected, even when a considerable few had climaxed, they didn't quit, but went on and on to experience another and another orgasm. Long after everyone had climaxed at least once, and still the game went on, and even Darla herself openly inserted a large thick fat humming vibrator inside herself, and then invited those who she walked by to take a turn at fucking her pussy with it before moving on to another woman or another couple busily enjoying themselves.




Vickie's Toy Box



When at last the multiple climaxes had diminished, and finally pure exhaustion and satisfaction had taken its toll, Darla called the game over and informed everyone she was ready to open the envelope and announce the big winner for the evening.

"And the winner is, Amanda Jones!"

A great cry of enthusiastic response and joy went up for Amanda. She was not only surprised, but once again slightly embarrassed, as she had been heard to cry out in a long monotoned wail of orgasm as the bikini stimulator had once again performed its magic on her.

"I think I'll take this one!" She pronounced to Darla. With no real surprise there as she had already spoken with Kathy about sharing another episode together at some point. And now having done so, much to Kathy's delight as everyone else's, received congratulations at being the lucky nights winner.

It took some time for everyone to finally find the strength to redress and leave, not to mention filling out all the orders for the clothing and toys that had been purchased at the close of the evening. It was already approaching midnight by the time Stacy and Vickie had helped Darla back out to her car with the two much lighter feeling suitcases. Darla had sold nearly every item she had brought along with her, and had taken several orders for more of the toys she didn't have enough stock on her to be able to supply.

They had soon after gone back up stairs and were sitting on the couch together, both now naked and discussing the evening's entertainment and festivities. All the while waiting with some eagerness for Robert to finally stick his head in the door to ensure it was ok for his return.

The two girls sat expectantly on the couch together, each softly petting and stroking the other waiting for Robert to finally arrive. Even then Vickie moaned as Stacy tickled her clit with the tip of her finger, then slid it inside her to toy with her wetness and lubrications.

"Hmm," Stacy groaned as she too enjoyed the feeling of Vickie's pussy as she casually stroked and played with her.

"Lets move into the bedroom," Vickie suggested. "Robert can find his own way into your room if and when he gets here."

And they quickly headed off together already eager to explore one another in ways and in pleasures they could only begin to imagine.



Vickie's Venture



Author's Note: Some of my more astute readers might recognize a few names in this story. Yes, this is the same Vickie and Heather from "An Empty House and A Full Pussy" and "Audacious Aunt Alexus". Trying a little experiment, the stories can be read as Chapters of an ongoing story or separately. Enjoy!

*

Vickie sat in the stretch limo, long legs crossed, one leg swinging in nervous anticipation. The pretty ex-cheerleader knew that tonight was going to be unique, she could sense that from the minute the car had arrived to pick her up.

Under the trenchcoat, she was wearing a black teddy, black stilettos with the steel tips and black stockings with garters. Daddy had told her the customer had requested them.

Vickie smiled as she always did when thinking of her father. Not many girls had the kind of relationship she shared with her parent, but not many girls had a father as sexy as Nathan.

The pretty 21-year old had been raised by a single parent, her mother having left when she was a bit past her first year. Nathan never told her why, nor did he speak much of her mother. That part of Vickie's life was a total blank slate. She had absolutely no memory or knowledge of her mother, there weren't even wedding photos. It was as if Vickie's mother had never been.

Vickie never lacked for a thing though. Her father had nurtured her, encouraged her artistic bent, helped her with her homework, came to every football game she cheered at, consoled her when she was dumped by her football-player idiot boyfriend. He even had the dreaded "sex talk" with her, although she giggled uncontrollably throughout most of it – she was sixteen at the time!

Because she was tall, cool and slender, with flowing blonde hair and long legs, there had been plenty of boys. They flocked around the house, but Vickie didn't give them too much encouragement. She went out enough to be happy, fucked around a little and enjoyed it, but she seemed to enjoy spending time with her girlfriends more over the years, Heather becoming her best friend. Vickie's warm, outgoing and peppy nature endeared her to other girls as well. Popularity among her schoolmates had never eluded Vickie, not even for a moment.

On her eighteenth birthday, her fondest wish came true. She'd been given a very generous gift certificate by her dear friend, Heather. It was for Les Bontemps, an upscale lingerie store that Heather frequented. Vickie came home ecstatic, arms overflowing with packages. Her father noticed immediately, and she showed him all the pretty, frilly things she'd bought. It was then that the idea crossed her mind. It was truly perverse, did she dare?

"Would you like me to model them for you, Daddy?"

"Oh Kitteen ..." he teasingly called her that over the last number of years " ... I don't think that would be a good idea. I'm your father, for goodness sakes!"

Vickie clapped her hands together and smiled. "Exactly Daddy. I know I can trust you!" A slight smile crossed her full, red lips. Vickie was hoping exactly the opposite, she felt flush with excitement.

Vickie scampered upstairs, nervous – but she knew her own innate sexiness would make everything work to her advantage. She selected the tamest outfit first, a white satin negligee, slit thigh-high on the side. She pulled on the lacy matching stockings and put on her highest heels. Pushing the butterflies in her stomach way down, she made her way down the stairs to the living room and her waiting father.

He let out a low wolf-whistle when he saw her. "Baby, you better not wear that around any men. They might get ideas!"

Vickie smiled coyly. "What kind of ideas, Daddy? Naughty ideas, I bet. KINKY ideas?"

Nathan choked on his coffee, Vickie giggled and ran upstairs again to change. The next outfit she selected was a slinky leopard skin top and matching, tiny miniskirt with a matching thong. She also selected black, thigh-high boots. She put an extra bit of wiggle into her hips when she entered the living room again. Vickie smiled inwardly as she saw her father's manly reaction, thinking that this time, she noticed a slight bulge in his pants.

"Wow" were the only words that Nathan uttered. His beautiful, blonde daughter was making him very hot. He'd had a few lovers since his wife left, but none could compare with the blonde beauty in front of his eyes. She whirled around and he noticed her fine, round little ass, lusciously tanned from being outside by their pool. She was so delicious, he envied whoever was going to be her first lover. He bet she'd be a wild fuck, he --- stop it, he shouldn't be thinking this way!

Vickie knew she was getting to him, one more sexy outfit ought to do it, she thought. She ran back upstairs, pondering which of the remaining outfits would enable her the wish she desired most this birthday, to have her father fucking the holy hell out of her horny, wet pussy!

Vickie scanned the remaining boxes, then she found it, the outfit that would do the trick! A black leather bra, with silver studs, a tiny, barely-there leather thong and black, steel-tipped stilettos. There wasn't much to the outfit, she was counting on her father's innate masculinity to overcome his common sense.

Her heels clicked noisily on the staircase, she knew she had her father the moment she walked into the living room. "Oh God baby, do you know how beautiful, how sexy, you are?"

Vickie got as close to him as she dared. "Am I, Daddy? Really?"

Growling, Nathan pulled his eager teenage daughter to him and fused his lips to hers with a savage kiss. For a fleeting moment, she thought he was going to stop, but he scooped her up in his arms and carried Vickie up the stairs, to his bedroom.

He placed her gently on the bed and saw the look of trust and desire combined in her lovely aquamarine eyes. "Are you sure Vickie?" he asked. She nodded eagerly.

"The surest I've ever been, Daddy" she smiled at him, aching with want. "I'm not a virgin Daddy ... I should have waited for you, but I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me NOW!" She leaned forward, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his swollen cock. She was right, it HAD been hard. Gently, she took it in her mouth, but a natural talent for cocksucking took over. She laved it with her tongue, licked it, tasted his meaty balls, practically inhaling his manhood. He tasted salty, musky, manly.

"Oh fuck, baby girl, that's amazing! You're amazing!"

"I'm a good little cockslut, huh Daddy?" Vickie purred. Her lewd words inflamed her father even more, she felt his cock jerk in her mouth. This was the culmination of all her lewdest, most lacivious ideas. She was having illicit, incestuous sex with her beloved Daddy!

Nathan pulled away, but seeing the disappointed look in Vickie's face, he grinned. "I just didn't want to cum so soon, baby. I wanted to fuck my little girl and make HER cum first."

Vickie nodded at Nathan eagerly, practically squealing with joy. She couldn't wait to feel her first man-sized cock, but she would have to. Her father pulled the leather thong aside and ate her pussy with expert skill, feasting on the forbidden fruit of his daughter's snatch. Oh lord, she was delectable!

For well over thirty minutes, Nathan ate Vickie's neatly-trimmed blonde muff, sucking and slurping noisily, teasing her with the sounds of his cuntlapping. Vickie was a sexual feast and he was gluttonous. Finally, his cock and his daughter's pussy were united. Her greedy cunt took him all in, her buried himself to the hilt in her pussy and fucked her, gently at first, but with depraved lust shortly after. They were insatiable for each other, Vickie gave as good a fuck as she was getting.

"Oh Christ baby, I'm glad you weren't a virgin. You're a great little fuck, you know that?" Vickie grinned at her father and arched her cunt upwards at Nathan, taking in more of his hard prick.

Vickie wasn't sore at all afterwards, and after cleaning up, they fucked again. In the morning, she stayed home from school and Nathan took her in the shower, in the kitchen and by the pool. That night, she moved into her father's bedroom and became his mistress permanently. Her sexual appetites were voracious and her father did his best to satisfy them, but she was nearly a sex addict. The more he fucked her, the more Vickie seemed to crave. 

It was about a year later that their lives changed yet again.

Nathan came home one evening, crestfallen. His publishing company had downsized and he was out of work. He was given a nice severance package, but truly didn't know how they were going to manage financially.

Vickie's friend Heather gave her the idea that got the ball rolling. Heather told Vickie "Hon, have you thought of becoming a high-class Call Girl? I do a little fucking on the side and I LOVE it!"

Vickie was aghast at first, she didn't think she could cheat on her father with any other man. "My – boyfriend – might object" she stammered. But Heather had the solution for that.

"So? Sleep with women."

That thought sent shivers through Vickie's body. From time to time, she'd thought of sharing another woman with her father, she'd enjoyed a few dalliances with some of her fellow cheerleaders. Later that night, his fat cock deep in her wet pussy, she broached the subject.

"Baby, are you sure about this? We can get by."

"Daddy, let me help out. If it doesn't work out, we'll figure something out. NO other man is going to touch me, EVER, but oooh – I have to admit, the thought of sharing a bed with a sexy girl is ... oooohhhh! And now I'll be getting even more sex, oh Daddy, the thought is getting me so fucking horny!"

Nathan smiled at his kinky daughter-mistress and drove his shaft deeper within her wet cunt. Vickie bounced her tight, nubile body up and down, taking him deeper and squeezing her pussy muscles around it. Finally, Nathan's cock spewed it's load into her eagerly sucking lips. The next day, they placed the ad in the "Playmates" underground newspaper. Within a week, their newly-installed private line was ringing off the hook.

Vickie practiced in that week with Heather every chance she could, finding her redheaded friend and eager and adept teacher. She feasted on Heather's cunt hungrily, and invited her home one evening, letting her friend in on their incestuous secret. Heather revealed a secret of her own, which bonded them even closer. Vickie loved watching her father's club sliding deep into Heather's eager little twat, the wild redhead looked so sexy fucking her Daddy!

The next week, with her father's encouragement and support, Vickie embarked on her new career. She realized swiftly that she loved playing with girls and women, they ignited depraved, carnal lusts within her. They came in all shapes and sizes, petite, curvy, tall, black, white, Asian – she loved all of them! 

Vickie's favors didn't come cheap, she valued herself too highly for that. Nor would she allow herself to be booked for anything less than a few hours. Within six months, their fortunes were beginning to reverse. She even had money to buy some new lingerie, which her Daddy proved he enjoyed by fucking her senseless in every new piece of sexy attire.

Sometimes, a female client would request a male companion join them. Then, Vickie would gladly bring her beloved father along for the fun. She never charged extra for that, seeing Nathan fuck the horny women and sexy girls always made her drip with lust. Sometimes the woman would be giving her father a blowjob and diddling Vickie's clit or fucking her with a dildo. Vickie didn't think her sex life could get any better, she had her sexy clients, her studly father and scrumptious Heather.

Her mind came back to the present, the chauffeur opened the car door and let Vickie out into the cool night air, which made her nipples tingle slightly. She was given the number to buzz and went up in the elevator to the penthouse. She knocked and the door opened.

The woman who stood before her was a vision, stunning. She had skin the color of butterscotch, long dark hair, firm toned legs with sexy, tapered calves. Her breasts were large, ripe and firm, Vickie couldn't wait to taste them. This gorgeous creature exuded sex from every pore, she was sultry and desirable. The cream colored teddy and high black heels she wore added to the woman's allure.

The woman, who was likely around 40, took her hand and drew her into the room. "Hello, I am Lucinda. My, you're more beautiful than your ad said. This will be a lovely evening for both of us, I am sure. Wine?"

Vickie nodded, not sure of what to say. The room was spectacular, rich and elaborate, yet inviting nonetheless. The fixtures, furnishings and decorations all spoke of someone with exquisite taste. Even her lingerie bespoke a woman with money.

"You're so beautiful, so lovely – you could have any woman you wanted. Why did you call me?" Vickie wanted to know. Lucinda answered her.

"My ladyfriend is out of town on business. I saw your ad in the paper we both read and was intrigued. I figured, why the hell not?"

Lucinda sat down on the loveseat beside Vickie, handing her a glass of chilled white wine. She took a drink and looked into her client's dark, rich eyes, almost smitten. Lucinda smiled warmly at her, with her soft lips gently parting.

"I must kiss you. May I?"

Vickie nodded and felt Lucinda's lips press into her own. Her senses reeled, she was so aroused, nearly feverish. Vickie felt Lucinda's hands squeeze her breasts through her teddy, she imitated the movement on Lucinda's body, loving the round breasts. Lucinda might be close to forty, but her body was that of a much-younger woman.

The couple drank their wine, kissing, teasing and getting to know each other. Lucia finally stood up and took Vickie's hand. "I have a bath ready for us to play in. Would you let me bathe with you? It is very sensual."

Vickie enjoyed disrobing for her newest lover, seeing the delight in Lucinda's eyes as she revealed her young body. She made a little show of it, strutting around the candlelit bathroom. She let Lucinda get in the huge tub first, then joined her. Lit with the scented candles, the bathroom was warm and inviting, Lucinda even more so.

She felt Lucinda's arms around her as she snuggled into the woman's sapphic embrace. Lucinda soaped Vickie's body lavishly, squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples as she did so. Lucinda's caresses were gentle and knowing, she kissed Vickie's soft neck, ran her fingers down and inserted one into Vickie's quivering slit, which caused the girl to groan loudly.

"You're very passionate, that's good" Lucinda intoned.

"You're fucking wonderful" Vickie told her through moans and groans, which were growing louder and reverberating off the bathroom tile.

"Oooh, I love a woman who can talk dirty!" Lucinda encouraged her.

"Baby, I can be a fucking slut!" Vickie growled as Lucinda continued diddling her. Lucinda chuckled. "I think we've played enough here. I want to get your cute ass into a bed!"

The playmates dried each other quickly, stopping only a few times to exchange a kiss. Lucinda took her into the lavish bedroom were a large bed awaited their lesbian love-fest. Vickie didn't think she'd ever wanted a woman more, what WAS there about this stunning, caramel-skinned beauty?

"Who starts?" Vickie asked.

"Me, please" Lucinda said. "I want to eat that fabulous pussy, I want to devour your pretty cunt."

The naked young blonde positioned herself on the bed and let the sensual woman devour her. Her hands ran all over Vickie's body, fondled her round, firm breasts and moved down the girl's flat tummy to her wet pussy. Lucinda was a natural at eating pussy, the woman's tongue slithered in and out of Vickie's pussy, touching deep recesses, nudging the clit, sucking juices that flowed copiously from the girl's sweet snatch. Lucinda would look up at Vickie from time to time as she ate her, arousing Vickie more and more each time.

"Oh fuck, you're a great cuntlicker, lick me you gorgeous bitch, eat my slutty cunt!" Vickie yelled, hoping her words would arouse Lucinda. They had the desired effect, Lucinda attacked her even more ferociously.

"I want you too, please, let me suck your beautiful cunt!" Vickie yelled. Lucinda nodded and the women moved into the `69' position, feasting on each other, fingering each other as their passions heightened. Lucinda's clean-shaven pussy was the sweetest she had ever tasted, she wanted more and more.

The women hunched and writhed on the lavish bed, their shadows performing an illicit dance on the wall behind them. Vickie sensed that Lucia wouldn't mind their lovemaking becoming a little more savage, so she plunged another finger into Lucia's round, sexy asshole. Lucinda squealed in delight. "Oh, you fucking hot bitch, you've found my hot spot!" she yelled.

The two women pulled away from each other, lusty grins covering their faces, along with a generous amount of pussy cream. "Do you have any toys?" Vickie grinned.

"Of course darling, would you like to be the fucker or the fuckee?"

"Have a double?"

"Ah, a girl after my own heart" Lucinda grinned.

"Not your heart that's making me horny, lover!"

Lucinda scampered over to a nearby closet and came back to the bed with a large, flesh-colored double dildo. She slid one end into Vickie's eager cunt, the other into her own. The two women began moving together in synch and kissed as they shared the big toy together. To Vickie, this was the best session of lesbian sex she'd ever had, she was so in tune with her new lover. Every movement Lucinda made with her body made the dildo move inside Vickie, treating her to trickles of erotic pleasure.

"Fuck me with that toy, you depraved bitch!"

"I am fucking you, want it harder, you wild slut?!"

"GOD, YESSSS!!"

Lucinda slammed the dildo harder into the girl's warm cunt, driving it deeper until Vickie tensed with orgasm. Lucinda's own orgasm followed seconds later.

Vickie saw the time and realized she'd gone over the allotted time she was to spend with Lucinda, but she didn't really care. She snuggled into Lucinda and kissed her sensuously, their tongues dancing together. Lucinda had been well worth the extra time. Vickie was just getting re-dressed when the buzzer sounded. Her father had come to take her home, as he often did when she didn't call immediately after a session.

Lucinda smiled and hugged her warmly, then walked to answer the door. She heard an audible gasp come from the doorway, from both her father and Lucinda. She wasn't sure what she heard next.

"Hello Lucinda."

"Hello Nathan."

It took a second to register that the pair had called each other by name. "Daddy, you know this woman?"

Vickie heard another audible gasp, this time from Lucinda. "Daddy?"

The two women were confused. "What the hell is going on?"

Nathan gestured towards Lucinda and then back at his daughter. "Vickie, your latest client just also happens to be your mother."

Vickie was in shock, she nearly fell over as her father continued. "Your mother named you Valentina, Marissa is your middle name. She had no way of knowing who you were, I hadn't spoken to her since she left."

Lucinda smiled at her ex-husband. "I am sorry Brendan. I did love you. I did. I never wanted to hurt you, but I was denying that I was more comfortable with women. My current lover has given me all this, and so much more. I'm very happy." She sighed. "I hope you can forgive me someday Nathan." Lucinda glanced at Vickie with a lusty smile. "She's very lovely, you've raised a wonderful daughter. And ... " she winked at her daughter " ... she's very sexy!"

"I know that quite well!" Nathan also winked at his daughter, who stuck out her tongue naughtily.

Lucinda registered her ex's words, then smiled over at her daughter.

It was Vickie who broke the tension. "Daddy, do you think we could have a little family reunion? I think LUCINDA and I can promise you, we won't be doing a lot of talking ... and you won't be walking out of her without a BIG smile. Ooh, and do you think she'd like Heather?"