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Always Ready

By: Just Plain Bill



Jane Ramsey's husband, David was doing well at the Bank where he had been employed for the past twelve years. He derived great satisfaction in the several substantial raises and promotions he had received. The extra income enabled the Ranseys to move into a new larger home in the West University section of Houston. Their son, Jason, now fifteen, had obtained his amateur radio license and set up a small station in his bedroom. Antennas were beginning to be seen hanging from various trees in the yard.

Their daughter, Kate was thirteen and showing an increasing interest in boys.

But, Jane's life was not all she wanted. Maybe I should go back to work she thought. The kids are old enough now. Maybe I have too much time on my hands. Maybe going back to teaching will take my mind off thinking about myself and especially about even considering being unfaithful to David. Yes, I'll start looking around for a job right away. I should be able to start in the fall.

She sent out several letters listing her qualifications and received a positive response from one of Houston's better regarded private schools. A subsequent interview led to an offer of a third grade teaching position. Jane was overjoyed and told herself that her new teaching duties would take her mind off silly things like the lack of attention her husband was paying to her. 

But it was only June and Jane had two months before she was to begin - and the lack of satisfaction she was receiving from her ever-busier husband started to weigh on her mind even more.

What probably made matters worse, she had become well acquainted with her next door neighbor, Margaret Dover. Margaret, whose husband was a lawyer, was several years older than Jane; hence she somewhat took on the role of a "mentor." The two Dover children were in college, the boy, just beginning at A & M at College Station and the girl at the University of Texas at Austin. 

Jane and Margaret got in the habit of seeing each other almost daily, either going shopping together for groceries or to the various stores at the Galleria, usually just to look and browse, even if they bought little. They often had lunch together, either at one of their homes, or at a restaurant.

As women frequently do, as they became better acquainted, they began swapping information about their personal lives. One day at lunch, Margaret confided to Jane that she had had several lovers during her twenty-three year marriage. Jane was shocked by this revelation. She had read stories and articles about women who had been unfaithful to their husbands, but she had never before known anyone who actually admitted to such a transgression.

"But why? What led you to do it, Margaret?" Jane asked in an almost pleading tone.

"Hey, I'm not apologizing. I'm merely stating a fact," Margaret answered in a sure and confident manner. "Henry is always too busy to see that my needs are met. Yes, he's a good provider. But, that's about it. He never takes me out, except to functions he has to attend because of his work. I tell you I get damn bored at those affairs most of the time. Of course, there are exceptions, I've met a few interesting men at some of those gatherings - men I got to know a lot better later on." 

"Margaret, I don't know if I could ever do anything like that. I love David and I treasure my family. But, even though I love him, I must admit our lovemaking isn't all I think it ought to be."

"Since we're on the subject, Jane, I'll ask you a very direct and personal question. Do you have orgasms when you and David are having sex?" 

Jane did not know how, or whether, to answer such an intimate question. She realized, with a start, that, except for asking a couple of her girl friends about premature ejaculation, back in college, she had never before discussed her personal life, not with her mother, when she was alive, not with Aunt Mary, and not even with her husband. 

"Well, since you ask, no, I haven't, not in a long time, perhaps fourteen years."

"Fourteen years! Jane dear, that's terrible. Do you ever tell your husband you never come?"

"No, I'd, I'd be too embarrassed to say anything about it. I wouldn't have admitted it to you, if you hadn't asked me a direct question."

"Believe me, that's why I asked it the way I did. Most women won't admit to any such thing, sometimes not to their husbands, often not even to themselves. Many seem to think it's their fault, or that women aren't meant to enjoy sex. But, I can tell you, I do; but almost never with Henry. That's why I started looking around. Sure, we do it once in while, but Henry always seems to be in a hurry to get it over with. He comes, and that's it."

"Yeah, I have to admit, that's kinda the way it is with David. I know he loves me and I love him; but I just wish it could be better." 

Jane told her friend about the first time she and David went out to the Hill Country and spent a week with her aunt and uncle in the little guest house. 

"Margaret, it was heaven," she added. "And, it showed that we can be good together. But, back here in Houston, there's just no time. David is busy with work. I'm busy with the house and the kids. We're just too tired or something. I can't explain it. It's just never been the same as it was that time. I'm sure that it was the last time I ..."

"You mean the last time you 'came.' Why not just say it dear. I'm a friend, remember? You can be frank with me. I've been frank with you."

"Yes, I'm sure it was the last time I. as you put it, 'came'."

"You know, there are other ways of having orgasms besides with a man. There's your own hand. And, there's things you can buy like dildos and vibrators. You can get 'em through mail order catalogs, so there's no embarrassment."

"I guess I've heard of vibrators, and, of course, I know about mast... - masturbation. David even admitted before we were married that he had done it. But I never have. I was taught it was bad, and I guess I can't get over that idea. But, what in the world is a dildo?"

"Believe me, all males do it - jack off, as they call it. I think even Henry does occasionally, when he wants to get off and doesn't want to take time for me. But that's another story. A dildo is an imitation erect penis - a cock, if you prefer that term. They come in various sizes, shapes and colors. I've never used one, but I do have a vibrator. Nevertheless, I prefer a real cock. I like something alive in me, not some peace of plastic. And I love watching the look on men's faces when they come. I find 'em fascinating and exciting - all of 'em, that is, all of 'em except Henry." 

"But don't you love your husband?"

"Love? Yeah, sure I do. At least, I care for him. Who wouldn't? As I said, he's a good provider. He's given me two fine children. We've had a nice life together. But, in the sack, he's lacking, so I decided, several years ago, I wanted, and needed, more than he was capable of giving me, or was willing to give me. So, I started looking around, and I continue to look around. It's good sport, and I enjoy the hunt almost as much as capturing the prey, once I finally land him. I said, almost as much. I sure do enjoy the sight of different cocks, and love to feel them inside of me," 

"Margaret, you're bad! I never would have suspected."

"Believe me, not many people do, just the men I've been with - certainly not Henry. It would spoil everything if he were to find out. I'm quite certain you won't tell him. And, for God's sake, don't tell your husband. You know how men talk."

"Of course I won't. I appreciate your frankness, and I'll guard your secret to the grave."

"Well, don't go there for a while. You have a lot of good years ahead of you to enjoy life. And, believe me, Jane, you should start enjoying it."

"If I were to decide to start cheating on David, which I haven't yet, how would I begin? I don't know any men. I must admit, I've seen some I fantasize about, but I don't know them and would be afraid to say anything that might lead them on."

"In the first place, don't think about it as 'cheating on your husband.' Think about the fact that he's cheating you. Even if he's not screwing other women - probably too busy to take the time. But, he's not giving you what you deserve as a woman. And, that's a form of cheating. So, you're just evening the score, as it were." 

"You make it sound all so logical and easy. But, I wouldn't know how to start, even if I decided I wanted to. I've never been with a man other then David."

"Wow! Not even in high school or college? I lost my cherry when I was a senior in high school and had just turned eighteen, and had several boy friends in college. I almost married one of them. He was great in the sack. But, am I glad I didn't end up with him. He's in some menial job in the state government in Austin - something to do with taxes. No, Henry was the right choice for me. As soon as I met him, I concluded he was going to be successful. And he's done all right. So, I don't regret marrying him. It's funny though. Before we were married, he was a better lay than afterward. Something seems to happen to 'em once they get married. I'm at a loss to explain it." 

"Then you and Henry did it before you were married?" Jane asked in surprise."

"Sure, didn't you and David?"

"Well, no. We came close a few times. In fact, it was me that wanted to, but honest-conservative David said we had to wait."

"That's amazing. I never heard of a guy turning down sex. But, if you came close, you must have been doing something."

"Yeah, we did, what I guess is called 'petting' - maybe even 'heavy petting.'" 

"Well tell me. I'm all ears. What, exactly did you do?" 

"Well, he would rub me, you know, down there, until I had an, an orgasm. The first time, I didn't even know what it was. It scared me, but it felt awfully good. Then I learned to stroke him with my hand until he climaxed. We did that a lot in the year before we got married."

"Hand jobs, eh. I've given, a few of those myself, mostly in high school. Did you ever take his dick in your mouth, or did he ever go down on you?"

"Oral sex, heavens no. We've discussed it a few times, but David has always said that only..." Elaine thought better about finishing the sentence, with the suspicion that Margaret, possibly having performed such acts, might take offense. She was right.

"Only 'whores and prostitutes,' is what your were going to say? Jane, that's a bunch of crap. Many fine people perform oral sex on each other. It's become a part of normal sexual activity - probably always has been, just suppressed by our conservative puritanical society - the same way masturbation has been." 

"I just can't get used to the idea, anymore than I can get used to the idea of being with another man."

"At least you didn't call it 'cheating.' See, you're making progress already." 

"Well, I don't necessarily agree with that. But, supposing I was interested in being with another man. I wouldn't know where, how, or with who, to begin. How did you start, once you decided to?"

"Now we're getting down to business. In my case, it was by accident. Of course, I had already made up my mind I was going to start looking around. But nothing had happened. Then, I had to go to one of those affairs Henry is always being invited to. It was at one of those huge homes in River Oaks. Drinks were flowing freely, which I'm sure helped oil the mechanisms a little, as they say. Anyway, I was standing at the hors d'oeuvres table, when a man brushed my arm and I almost spilled my plate. He apologized and we started talking. We introduced ourselves and I told him who my husband was and that he was in the drawing room talking business with some other lawyers, not an unusual pastime for him at these things. The man offered to get me a drink and I accepted. When he returned with it, he asked if I wanted to go somewhere we could talk without all the noise? He looked intriguing, about forty-five, tall, well-built, slightly grey at the temples - altogether quite a striking man. As I said, I had already decided I was going to start looking around, so I accepted his offer just to see where it might lead. We went out on the patio. It was a rather chilly night for Houston, so no one was out there. We just stood and talked for a while. Before I knew it, his arms were around me and he was kissing with the most intense French kiss I have ever had. As he pressed his body to mine, I could feel he was hard. I was going wild and, undoubtedly, he knew it."

"What did you do, make a date for later?"

"Better, and more exciting than that. He told me where the back stairs were. I found out later, it was his house where the party was being held. His wife, our hostess, was one of the lawyers Henry was closeted with. But, to get on with the story, he directed me to the back stairs and told me to go in the first bedroom on the right at the top of the stairs. I did, and waited about five minutes. I was ready to give up and leave. Besides, I was beginning to get cold feet. But, just as I was about to go back downstairs, the way I'd come up, the door opened and he came in. He closed the door and locked it. We embraced again, even more passionately than before. His tongue went deep into my mouth and I could feel his hardness again. He told me right out that we'd better do it right away, because he couldn't be away too long. I almost refused, but he was persistent, and oh so sexy. Before I knew it, our clothes were on the floor and his face was between my legs. Henry never did that. It wasn't long before we were fucking. I came almost as soon as we started. I guess it was the head he gave me first. I was almost ready to explode even before he put it in. But, God, when he did, it was delightful. He had the biggest cock I had ever seen, up until then. I've seen a few bigger ones since. Anyway, as I said, I came right away and he was right behind me. I was damn glad I was on the pill, cause if I hadn't been, the way he sprayed his semen into me, something unintended would have certainly resulted."

"Did you ever see him again?"

"Oh, sure. He said he wanted a return engagement, when we would have more time. After we dressed, he took out a little notebook and I gave him my phone number. We saw each other a number of times over the next year, and I must say it was delightful for me. One week, when Henry was out of town and the kids were at camp, we spent the whole week together. I think his wife was on a business trip somewhere. Anyway, we went to a hotel down in Galveston and just fucked and sucked for six whole days. We must've done it four or five times a day. I've never had an experience like it before or since. I bet you're getting excited just hearing all this. I know I am, telling it."

"I don't know if I'd dare do anything like that, but I have to admit it sounds exciting. And, yes, I'm excited."

"Well, Jane, if I were into lesbianism, which I'm not, we'd have to cool each other off right here and now. But, I guess you'll have to find some other way of cooling off. As for me, I know what I'm going to do. My vibrator awaits. See ya for lunch tomorrow?" 

"Okay. It's my turn, come on over about eleven."

"It's date. And, don't forget our little conversation."

"How could I? See ya tomorrow."

* * *

Jane thought about what Margaret had said all that afternoon and evening. She was distracted to the point that David asked if something was bothering her. Of course, she replied, "no, nothing's bothering me." But something was.

The following day, Margaret was there at eleven o'clock as promised. Jane was finishing lunch preparation. At first they discussed the usual pleasantries. Finally, Margaret brought up the subject that was on both of their minds.

"Well, have you thought any more about what we were talking about yesterday?"

"Well, yes I have. As much as the prospect of meeting a man who might be able to satisfy me, like you describe, is enticing; I still think about my home, my children and yes, my marriage. I do love David so. If only there was a way to make him understand what I need when I don't even know what I need."

"Have you thought about coming right out and telling him he's not satisfying you and that maybe he, or both of you, should get some help?" 

"Oh, I couldn't do that. In the first place, I could never bring myself to tell him he's not satisfying me. Help? What do you mean by help? What kind of help?"

"There are such people as marriage and sex counselors and therapists you know." 

"Oh, David would never consent to go to anyone like that. I know him well enough to be certain of that. He's just too proud to agree to discuss our personal life with anyone. We don't even discuss it with each other, like we did before we were married."

"Well, Jane, I guess, that idea's out the window. You'll just have to suffer in silence for the rest of your life, or take steps to get what you need. But, believe me, you deserve better than you're getting."

"I've always thought, since I married David that I do too. But, I just don't know what to do. If I did decide to have an affair, or a fling, or whatever it's called; I still don't know any men other than Henry and a few at David's office. You've already told me that Henry's not a good prospect for what I need, and I certainly wouldn't want to get involved with anyone who knows David."

"I may be fooling around, but I'll try to keep Henry from doing it. So, you can't have him. And I surely agree with you with respect to anyone at your husband's office. No way."

"Well, I guess I'm back to square one. I haven't really decided to follow your advice, and I wouldn't know how to go about it if I did."

"I've got a thought. Margaret Dover to the rescue. After it was over with... Let's just call him Mr. River Oaks. When his wife got a job offer in New York they suddenly picked up stakes and moved there, I didn't know what to do. I was frustrated all over again, and worse than before, because now I had tasted what a real man could do for me. So, I started searching around for a replacement. I finally hit on the idea of a professional."

"A professional?"

"Sure. After all, men go to them. Why shouldn't we? But, naturally, I didn't want just anybody off the street. You can catch all kinds of bad things from those creeps."

"Where would one find a 'professional'?"

"Actually, believe it or not, in the yellow pages."

"The yellow pages? How are they listed, under 'G' for 'gigolos'?"

"No, but you're on the right track. Actually under 'E' for 'Escort Services'." 

"You mean, right in the Houston phone book?"

"I mean exactly that."

Jane retrieved the Houston Yellow Pages from a drawer in the kitchen cabinet and opened them to the 'E's. 

"Let's see what's listed here," she said with a snicker. "My gosh, you're right. There are at least a half dozen escort services listed. Do they really mean that?" 

"You bet your bippy, they do."

"But, it looks to me as if they're aiming the adds at men."

"Of course, most of them are, but some say, 'male and female escorts available.' I'll tell you what I'll do. I don't mind sharing him. I know he's being shared already, so, what the hell." 

"What do you mean?"

Well, a guy I've been seeing quite a bit, since Mr. River Oaks moved away, works for the 'Always Ready Escort Service'. His name is Bob O'Malley. See, there's their ad right there."

Elaine scanned the ad, which clearly mentioned the availability of both male and female escorts.

"He also works in the daytime for an appliance repair outfit. Let's see, which one is it? Oh yes, ABC Appliance Repair. So, you can get a chance to look over the merchandise right in your own home, before you decide to buy, as it were. Actually, you'd only be 'renting'." 


Always Ready



"What do ya mean? How would I be able to, look him over in my own home?"

"You could fake an appliance being on the fritz, say your washer. Then, call ABC and tell them you want Robert O'Maley. Just say a neighbor was very happy with his work. That's certainly true. When he comes out to fix your washer, you can look him over and decide what you want to do. But, I can tell you, he's gorgeous. He's about thirty and six-three, with wavy blond hair and piercing blue eyes. And, he's got the most beautiful and biggest cock I've ever seen on a man - even bigger and more beautiful than Mr. River Oaks. I'm sure he wouldn't have to take a back seat to many in that department." 

"Margaret, damn you. You've got me all excited again. I know I shouldn't do it, but still, I guess it won't hurt to at least see what he looks like. But, I probably won't go through with doing anything else."

"I think, once you see him, you'll have to follow up and call him. As I've said, you deserve a good time once in a while. And Bob is more than capable of giving a girl a glorious time. Your husband isn't giving it to you, so more extreme measures are called for. And, by the way, just in case you do decide to proceed with Bob. He's completely harmless."

"What do you mean?"

"He can't get a woman pregnant. He's had a vasectomy, so though he squirts man juice and plenty of it, there're no sperm cells in it.

"I guess I've heard of men having that done."

"Believe me, it's necessary in his business." 

"I would imagine so. But even if I did decide to call this appliance repair place and ask for this guy, Robert O'Maley, none of my appliances are broken. He would immediately think something was fishy."

"So what if he does? But, there's a way around that little problem. Washers are the easiest to sabotage. So, let's make it your washer. All we have to do is get a knife and get under the thing and cut one of the belts. Then, like I say, you call ABC and ask for him by name. It may take a day or two, but, I assure you, he's worth the wait. Once you see him, it'll be all you can do to keep from jumping him right on the laundry room floor. Believe me."

"Oh, Margaret, you're terrible, Jane snickered. You've got me all curious. Here's a knife, let's get to work."

* * * 

Sabotage of the washer complete, Jane called ABC Appliance Repair before she lost her nerve, and asked specifically for Robert O'Maley. "He fixed my neighbor's washer," she lied, "and she recommended him highly." She didn't lie about that. 

Hanging up the phone, she said, "The die is cast. Oh, Margaret, I almost feel like I'm already being unfaithful to David."

"Jane, listen to me. If he was as faithful to you as he should be, he'd see to it that he satisfies you in bed - if not with his dick, with he tongue. If he did what husbands are supposed to do, you wouldn't even be thinking of being with anyone else. Believe me. I know what I'm talking about. I've been there too, you know. Hey, I've got to get going. I've got to get dinner ready for Henry. It's been a great afternoon. I can't wait to hear what you think of Bob. Call me once he's been here, promise."

"Okay, Margaret, I'll let you know what I think after he's been here. But I'm not promising I'll ever call him for..."

"I think after you see him, you will. But, that's up to you. See ya."

* * *

The next morning about ten, the doorbell rang. Jane went to answer it and was bowled over by what stood before her. He was tall, blond and had the most intense blue eyes she had ever seen. Even through his loose fitting dark blue uniform with "ABC Appliance Service" embroidered on the pocket, it was apparent his body was all muscle and in perfect male proportions. His shoulders were broad and his waist narrow. Jane was so stunned by the sight of him that she almost didn't let him in the house. He was simply too gorgeous to imagine. She couldn't help wondering if that one vital piece of male anatomy, hidden from her view, was as impressive as the rest of this big hunk of man. Margaret had said it was, but maybe. Maybe I'll have to find out for myself, Jane thought. 

For what seemed like an eternity, Jane stood in the doorway, gawking. Finally collecting her wits, she invited the man in and showed him to the laundry room - and the "ailing" washer. She didn't know whether to stand there and watch him work or to leave him alone. She was afraid if she observed him while he stooped and fiddled with her washer, she might forget herself and jump him right there on the linoleum floor, just as her friend Margaret had suggested. She could feel her juices flowing just thinking about it, so she decided to leave him to his own devices and go read a book in the living room, and try to cool down. 

Perhaps twenty minutes elapsed when the man called to her. "Okay ma'am. All done."

"That was quick. What was the problem?" she asked returning to the laundry room.

"Just a broken belt. If I didn't know better, I'd say it almost looked like it'd been cut." 

"Cut?" Jane responded hesitantly.

"Yeah. They go like that sometimes. Luckily, I had a new one in my tool box. I checked over a few other things. It shouldn't give you anymore trouble for a while." 

Jane thought she wouldn't mind having him check her over.

"What do I owe you?"

"Fifty dollars. Forty for the service call and ten for the part."

Hum, Margaret was right. I'd give him a hundred for a service call any time, but not to mess with my washing machine.

"Okay, I'll get my checkbook." Jane went into the small study and wrote a check for fifty Dollars, and quickly handed it to the man before she did something rash. She could tell her panties were soaked, and wondered if he somehow knew the state of her arousal. She noticed a slight bulge between his legs and wondered if he was becoming aroused as well, or if it was so large in it's natural condition, it just looked like it's starting to grow.

"That's a good old washer, ma'am. They don't make 'em as good these days. You're lucky to have it."

I'd like to have you - in my bed upstairs, right now. God, if he doesn't hurry up and leave, I'm going to reach for that bulge and find out what conditions it's in.

"Well," Bob hesitated. There seemed to be some unfinished business between them. "Oh, you told the dispatcher you had a neighbor who liked my work and that's why you asked for me. Who was that, ma'am?"

Jane didn't know how to respond to that question. If I tell him it was Margaret Dover, he'll know immediately why I asked for him, she thought, then wondered if that might not be the best approach. Get it right out in the open. Lay my cards on the table, as it were. God, why did I think of "lay"? 

"Oh, I think is was Mrs. Bartley, over in the next block." She made up a name on the spot. "Yes, that's who it was, Shirley Bartley."

"Gee, I don't remember a Mrs. Bartley. But I see a lot of ladies."

I'll bet you do.

"Well, if that's all you need from me ma'am, I'd better be getting on to my next job." 

Jane wondered if his next job was another washer, or some more personal type of "service." Little does he know what I need from him. Or, maybe he does. 

"No," she hesitated. "That's all for now, I guess." 

"In that case, so long, ma'am. If you have any further need of service, always remember to ask for Bob. Here's my card, so you won't forget." 

Jane knew she could never forget anyone as gorgeous as Bob. 

"You can be sure I'll do that, Bob. Thank you."

"Good by, ma'am." With that, he was out the door.

Thank god he's gone. That was a close call. I almost... Jane gasped as she closed the front door, contemplating what she might have done if this gorgeous man had stayed in her house just one more minute. Peering through the front window, she observed him as he was getting into his truck. He had a strange, somewhat perplexed, look on his face.

It wasn't until after he had driven off that she examined the card he had left. It read:  __________________________________________________ ALWAYS READY ESCORT SERVICE oth male and female escorts available for ALL types of occasions Our service is always confidential. Satisfaction Guaranteed Robert O'Malley Personal Services Specialist 713-555-6969 --------------------------------------------------

Jane wondered whether Bob had left the wrong card by mistake, and, after some thought, decided he had known exactly what he was doing. 

With some feeling of shame, she put the card in her dresser, under her lingerie, where David or the kids would not come across it.

When David arrived home that evening, he asked as he usually did how Jane's day had gone.

"Oh, uneventful, except the washer quit and I had to get it repaired."

"How much did that cost?"

"Only fifty Dollars. Bob said it was just a belt and he had a replacement with him." She had blurted out the man's given name without even thinking.

"Bob eh? You must have struck up quite a friendship." 

"Oh, he was very pleasant," Jane responded. She was getting wet again just thinking about Bob O'Maley and how close she had come to taking him into their bed. "He said it's a fine old washer and that they don't make 'em that good anymore." 

"Yeah, we bought it right after we were married. Remember? That makes it sixteen years old."

They don't make many like Bob either, Jane thought as she felt her panties become wet once more. 

"With the kids at camp, why don't we try to get to bed early tonight, once supper is out of the way," Jane suggested, provocatively. 

"Sorry. Can't. I brought a pile of work home from the office. I'll probably be up till one or later."

At David's rebuff, Jane's face fell as she thought again about Bob, and what it would be like to have his undoubtedly prodigious manhood service her.

Still upset by her husband's rejection, Jane retrieved Bob's card from her dresser, lifted the phone by the bed and dialed the number.

"This is Bob, at your service," she heard from the receiver.

"B... Bob, this is Mrs. Ramsey, Jane Ramsey. You repaired my washer today."

"Yes, I remember, the broken belt."

"That's right. I'm just calling to let you know that it's working fine and to thank you for your service."

"Jane, that's not why you called. I am sure that you know what a 'personal service specialist' does. And, I'm even more sure that it wasn't some Shirley Bartley over on the next street who recommended me. I'm quite positive it was your next door neighbor, Margaret Dover. Margaret has always been very satisfied by my services and I'm sure you will be too. So, why don't you just come out and say that you would like to engage me. It turns out that I am free this evening. Meet me in an hour at the cocktail lounge at the Warwick. We can discuss details and see where we go from there."

"You are very direct, aren't you, Bob?"

"You will find that I am both direct and firm. I'm sure I don't have to explain firm."

"Yes, I've heard."

"I promise that you won't be disappointed - at the Warwick in one hour."

Jane hung up without another word.

What have I done? she asked herself. How can I? David's downstairs in the study working on those papers of his. 

She picked up the phone again and dialed Margaret Dover's number - hoping that her neighbor's husband would not answer.

"Hello," she heard her friend say.

"Margaret, I've gone and done it."

"Jane?"

"Yes, it's Jane."

"What have you done, told your husband that he's a bummer in bed?"

"No, I called Bob."

"Then I take it you liked what you saw when he came to fix your washer?"

"Yes I must admit that I did."

"Wait until you see the rest of him. You've only viewed the outer wrappings."

"Yes, you quite vividly described his hidden attributes."

"Well, when are you going to see him?"

"Tonight. I'm meeting him in less than an hour."

"Wow. you do work fast."

"That's why I'm calling. I'll tell David that you and I are going to a movie. So, please don't call me this evening."

"Got it. I'll be interested in hearing all about it at lunch tomorrow."

"I won't be able to tell you anything you don't already know."

"True, but I'll be interested in your impression of him and his services."

Jane was wet, just thinking about the services Bob would perform on her in the next few hours as she showered and dressed in easy-to-remove clothing.

Not knowing how much Bob would charge, she went to her hiding place in the drawer containing her underclothes and drew out five one hundred dollar bills - all the money she had saved from her house allowance for a shopping spree. 

* * *

At eight-thirty, Jane entered the Warwick bar and had no difficulty spotting Bob sitting at a corner table. Even in the dim light, he was obviously the most attractive man in the room.

Nervously, she approached the table.

"Hello, Jane, Bob said and she neared him. Sit down. You look nervous. Don't be."

"Well, I'm afraid I am. This is the first time I've done anything like this."

"I understand, and I won't pressure you. If you don't want to do anything but have a drink with me and talk, that's fine. On the other hand, I have a room reserved upstairs where we can become much better acquainted."

"I think I would like that drink first," Jane said. Maybe, it will give me more courage."

"You showed courage calling and coming here tonight. I also perceive that you are in need of the services I can provide."

Bob signaled to a waitress, who came and took their drink orders, then in a business-like tone, he told Jane that his fee for the entire night would be $500 and that a one hour sample of his services, would cost a mere $300. "Of course, as I said, if you just want to have a drink and engage in some small talk, we can do that and postpone more interesting events till another time."

"No, I came here tonight because I know what you do. My friend, Margaret Dover has described your er, ah, services and capabilities in glowing terms. But, I can only spend a few hours, so I guess the three hundred dollar special is all I can afford at this time."

Jane was glad she would still have $200 left for shopping,

"Fine," Bob said. Let's finish our drinks and get to it. I promise that I can show you a good time."

As Jane almost chugalugged her drink, her panties were sopping wet, just thinking about what Bob had hidden beneath his trousers. 

* * * 

They left the cocktail lounge and made for the elevators. Bob had reserved a pleasant sixth floor room overlooking downtown Houston. It was a beautiful view, but not the view Jane had been anticipating for the past hour, since she decided to take the plunge.

"You are lovely, Jane. I have seen many women, but few are as attractive as you. Without your clothes, I am sure you'll be stunning."

"I bet you tell that to all the women you see."

"No, I don't. Even if I was inclined to, in most cases I wouldn't have a chance before the lady is undoing my belt and grabbing for my zipper."

Jane had had that same notion in her mind as soon as she entered the room and the door was shut and locked, but her conservative nature had prevented her from making such an audacious move. 

"Margaret has mentioned that you are, as they say, 'well endowed.'"

"So, you're a little curious?"

"I guess, if I wasn't, I wouldn't be here, would I?"

"Then you shouldn't have to wait any longer." Bob said as he unzipped and extracted the longest and thickest penis, Jane had ever seen. 

Of course, she had only seen her husband's and the tiny appendage adorning her young son. But, she hadn't seen that for years, probably since he was about six.

"Don't be bashful," Bob said as he reached for Jane's hand and guided it to his massive manhood.

Stroking a penis wasn't new to Jane. As she had told Margaret, she had participated in such practice during her courtship with David. She had even done it a few times since they were married when she was having her period and David needed relief. But, this was different. She could always get her hand around her husband's shaft, but failed to do so around the prodigious tool that Bob had unleashed.

"That's it, stroke it, Babe. Get it hard. You ain't seen nothing yet. 

Jane couldn't imagine what Bob's penis would be like when it was fully erect.

"Lick the end. Put it in your mouth. That's the fastest way to get me hard," Bob said.

Jane, of course knew of oral sex. It had been in the news headlines twenty years ago. But, she had never performed it on David. Knowing his conservative ways, she was sure he would never permit her to. But, this wasn't David and she was already acting the slut, just being here and stroking this man's penis. So, what the hell, she might as well go all the way and be a slut.

She kneeled down and took the end of Bob's growing appendage into her lips, swirled her tongue around the tiny slit at its extremity. Surprisingly, she realized that she rather enjoyed the procedure. 

"That's it, Babe. Suck my big cock," Bob ordered. "Come on, you can get more of it in than that."

Jane opened wide and guided more of the monster into her mouth and throat.

"That's it, Babe. You're doing great. You'll make a fine little cocksucker in no time at all," Bob growled. But, now its' your turn."

With that, he withdrew his nine inch wonder from Jane's mouth and quickly shed his pants and shirt. He wasn't wearing any underclothes, so the process took only a few seconds. Kicking off his loafers and removing his socks, Bob stood before her, fully naked.

"Do I live up to your expectations, Jane? I saw you looking me up and down when I came to replace that belt you and your friend Margaret cut in order to get me there. Don't deny it, you wanted to see the merchandise. Now here it is. Do you approve?"

"Yes, I must admit, you are a most attractive man your arms, your chest, you waist and legs all very firm and muscled."

"What about my cock? You left him out."

"Yes, I would say it's quit impressive."

"I think you will find it more impressive when it's buried in your pussy and you've come for the second or third time in less than a half hour. But first, you have to get as naked as I am. Do you want me to do the honors and take care of your disrobing yourself?" 

David had seldom undressed her, and such a process was one of her fantasies. Having this completely naked man with the huge erection bobbing in front of her while he removed her clothing, would be an arousing experience indeed - that is, if she wasn't aroused already, which of course she was. 

"I think I'll permit you to do it."

Bob lost no time. 

First, reached around her and skillfully unbuttoned blouse. Removing it, he tossed it into the same chair on which his pants and shirt lay. 

Her bra was next. It came off in a flash and joined the other clothing.

"I must say, Jane, for a lady you age, you have exquisite breasts. I rather thought they would be firm and perky as they are. May I?"

"Of course. Why do you think I'm here. I want it all."

"And, you shall have it all. In the hour we have this evening, I will take you to where you have never been before. But first, your skirt and whatever else you're wearing must come off."

With that, Bob's fingers found the clasp and buttons holding Jane's skirt, swiftly lifted it over her head and flung it across the room to the chair holding the rest of their garments. A pair of white panties greeted his view. 

"Jane, you are a magnificent woman. I'm going to enjoy our evening together as much as I know you will. Step out of your shoes and remove those damn stockings, so I can rid you of this impediment to our pleasure." As he said this, his hands went under the waistband of Jane's panties and sought out the oozing entrance to her womanhood.




Always Ready



In an instant, the panties were on the floor and kicked halfway across the room. Bob then laid Jane on the bed and knelt before her, his lips and tongue seeking out her outer, then inner lips.

Jane had read stories in magazines in which men made love to women in this manner, but never expected to experience it herself. David had certainly never performed such an act and she was sure he never would. 

Bob's talented tongue made its way up and down the glistening slit, so far avoiding the magic button at its upper extremity and only briefly venturing into the opening in which his massive penis would probe in a few minutes.

But Jane knew from her husband's manual stimulation leading to intercourse, that a most sensitive spot existed just beyond Bob's traversing tongue. So no matter how much she was enjoying what he was doing, she wanted to feel that warm tongue visit and massage that magic spot. 

She didn't have much longer to wait. Bob knew what any woman wants, perhaps even more than his penis entering her vagina. So, on his next excursion up her slit, his tongue made a brief visit to Jane's eagerly waiting clitoris.

This evoked a sigh of pleasure from her lips.

"You like that, do you?" Bob said, his mouth briefly leaving its nesting place between Jane's thighs.

"Yes, Bob, I want more."

"Tell me what you want more of. If you want me to lick your clit, tell me so."

"Yes, I want you to."

"Want me to what? Tell me what you want."

"I want you to lick my... You know, down there," she said pointing to the opening between her outstretched legs.

"No, I don't know, Jane?"

"Alright, damnit my clit. Please!"

"The lady's wish is my command," Bob said as he went back to earnest on the little bud at the top of Jane's now completely soaked slit.

It wasn't long before, Jane was experiencing a sensation she had only known a few times in her life. She had to willfully keep from screaming at the top of her lungs as wave after wave of excruciating pleasure swept over her. But Bob kept up his ministering to her sensitive little appendage, until she could bear it no longer. 

"Stop! Bob, that was wonderful, but I can't take anymore," Jane gasped.

I told you that I would take you where you've never been before, and the journey is just beginning.

"I don't know if I can stand another like that."

"You can, and you will." With that, Bob stood up, stroked his mighty penis a few times, then placed Jane's legs up onto the bed. 

"But, you deserve a little rest first," he said as he lay down beside the still-panting lady.

Bob let Jane sleep for a few minutes, then woke her by running his hands over her breasts and down her stomach to her still damp slit. She woke completely as he probed her vagina with first one finger, then two.

It wasn't long before Jane was writhing, and on the verge of another orgasm.

"Bob, that feels good, but I want your, you know, in there."

"I have no idea what my 'you know' is, Jane?" Bob said as he worked his fingers on Jane's G spot. "If you want my cock in your pussy, just say so." If you want me to fuck you, all you have to do is tell me."

"All right, I want you to fuck me with that big beautiful cock of yours."

"That's what I like to hear, a lady asking for what she wants," Bob said as he removed his two fingers and brought them to Jane's mouth. 

"Taste yourself, Jane. You're delicious."

In her heightened state of arousal, Jane did what she would never consider doing under any other circumstances, and sucked on the offered fingers.

"Now, it's prime time," Bob said as positioned his prodigious penis at Jane's entrance, and slowly eased just the tip inside.

"Oh Bob. It feels so good. But, you're so large. I don't know how much I can take."

"Just relax. I'll take it slow and let you get used to me as I go in." 

With that, he pushed in another inch, then another. until he had about half of his length inside.

"Oh Bob, I love your big thick c... cock. Fuck me, Fuck me."

But Bob continued to take it slow, knowing that he could do serious damage to Jane's vagina if he probed too deeply too fast. Easing in another few inches, he began the slow dance practiced by humans and other species throughout the ages. On each stroke, he went just a little deeper, until he had reached the limit. Two inches of his penis were still outside, a situation which he found to be true with most of the women he had been with. It was frustrating, but the price he had to pay for being so well endowed. Only a few women had been able to accommodate his full length. Margaret was one of them.

He picked up the pace, still being careful not to thrust too deeply.

"Bob, I think I'm going to, again," Jane moaned."

"Come, Jane. I want you to come. Come for me," Bob said to encourage his client. He knew from experience with many women that the right words at the crucial time often brought forth most violent climaxes.

"Oh, Bob! Bob!"

Jane's gyrations, demanding more of what Bob was giving her, almost caused him to sink his entire length into Jane's depths, but being the true professional that he was, he managed to avoid any such mishap.

Jane was gasping, and stuffing the bed sheet into her mouth, to keep from screaming. Oh to be out in a cabin in the woods, with no one around, I could make as much noise as I wanted, she thought as she struggled to remain reasonably quiet in her moment of supreme bliss.

Bob ceased his thrusting as he felt the walls of Jane's vagina tighten around his shaft. He knew that women loved to have his penis remain in place after their climax and, since he was there to please this paying customer, he dutifully did not attempt to withdraw. He also knew that women liked to be kissed afterwards and brought his lips to hers.

"Bob, that was wonderful. I never... Don't you dare take it out. I want to feel you inside me."

Bob kissed her, then trailed down to her breasts, kneading each nipple with his lips and warm tongue. At the same time, he lifted up just enough to be able to bring the base of his shaft in contact with Jane's clitoris. Ever so slowly and gently, he began a rubbing motion.

"Bob, if you keep that up, you're going to have me want you to do it again."

"That's precisely the idea, my dear. Next time, I'm going give you what you haven't had from me so far. I assume that Margaret did tell you that I am not capable of causing pregnancy."

"Yes she did. If she hadn't, I wouldn't have let you do it without protection. I'm on the pill, but that's not foolproof.

"In my business, it a necessity to make sure I don't cause pregnancies. And women like the feel when I dump my load into them. And you're going to like it too, Jane. Besides, I hate condoms and women hate them too."

Jane recalled that she had never been exposed to one.

"Now I'm really going fuck you," Bob said as he kissed Jane again; beginning the slow dance, in and out, faster and faster and deeper and deeper. 

The crescendo picked up until both bodies were gyrating in a frenzy.

"Fuck me, Bob. Fuck me harder." Even in her moment of passion, Jane knew that she had never before in her life uttered such a command.

She observed the pupils of Bob's eyes dilate and noted that his breathing was picking up. So was hers.

"Bob, now. Do it. Do it."

"Ahhh," he let out a sound as his juice leaped from the tiny slit in the end of his mighty penis."

Jane felt the warm gush, which sent her over the top once again.

"Oh, Bob, don't stop. Don't stop and don't you dare take it out," Jane moaned. "I want to feel all of it."

Bob dutifully followed his paying customer's command. The regular diet he consumed each day, was aimed at producing a greater than normal quantity of semen, a distinct advantage in his line of work. 

Finally, his discharges diminished to a few drops oozing out of his shrinking member, but he left it in Jane's vagina a few minutes longer. 

"Jane, you sure gave me a good ride. I hope I did the same for you."

"Bob, it was wonderful. I don't remember it ever being so wonderful."

"It can be wonderful with your husband, Jane. I'll wager that you don't act with him, the way you just did with me. Do you ever command him to fuck you harder?"

"Lord no. I've never used such language in his presence. I've never before used such language or acted so wantonly."

"Just as I suspected, Bob said as he slipped his, now flaccid but nevertheless massive, penis from Jane's still sopping wet vagina.

She reached out and stroked it, perhaps hoping to cause it regain its impressive hard state.

"Jane, I know our meeting tonight has been pleasurable for you. I could tell from you utterances that it was. But, I hope that it's been instructive as well. As I began to tell you a moment ago. Perhaps, if you acted more, how shall I say, 'slutty' when you're with your husband; he might enjoy it more and thus you will too. But, I would start slow and work up to it over time. You don't want to shock the poor fellow too much. If he asks where you learned such language and such activates, tell him you read it in a women's magazine at the beauty shop. 

"There's my little bit of marriage counseling, for which I won't charge you any extra." 

"Bob, you're not only a good appliance repair man and great at your nighttime work, including your advice to frustrated housewives, but you're funny too."

"I'm happy that I've pleased you and amused you."

"Look at the time. I've got to go. I told my husband that I was going to a movie with Margaret."

"What will you tell him if he asks what it was about?"

"Hmm. I'll tell him that it was about a wife who strayed from her marriage vows and regretted it for the rest of her life."

"Do you. Do you regret it, Jane?"

"No, I don't. Margaret convinced me that since David was not giving me what I was due, and thus was cheating me. So, I don't feel that I was doing anything more than he's been doing."

"That sounds like Margaret."

"She's a good friend."

"I'm sure she is."

"Now I've got to go." Jane reached down and stroked Bob's penis once more, then put her lips to it, tasting the combination of Bob's semen and her own juices. 

Bounding from the bed, she quickly dressed and left three one-hundred dollar bills on the dresser before exiting the room. 

* * *

When she arrived home, she found David, still in his study, going over a mass of papers. She went in and kissed him on the cheek.

"I'm home."

"How was the show?"

"Wonderful. I really enjoyed it."

"You go on up. It'll be at least another hour before I can finish this stuff."

Jane left the study and climbed the stairs, her pussy still wet and longing for David's penis to probe it. His wasn't anywhere near the size and capability of the monster tool that Bob wields, but it was hers to love, caress and make her happy. 

She vowed that it would from now on.



Always Ready



By Likegoodwinecopyrighted November 2012

Here's another short story for you. Enjoy! This story is a parody of many cheating wives stories of revenge posted on this site (including some of mine). This story caters to the 'Burn the bitch' fans. Beware!

Your votes and constructive comments are appreciated, as they will help me grow. 

*

Sometimes, just when you think you are ready to face anything that life can throw at you, life throws it. Then and there you realize that you really can't even catch a simple curved ball thrown your way. This is what happened to me. This is my story. 

My name is Bob Parker. I am 35-years old and married for the last ten years to my beautiful wife, Mandy, who is 33-years old. We are just your normal everyday American couple, minus the 1.8 kids. That's the .8 that scares the shit out of me.

It was a nice Wednesday afternoon and I decided to come home early. Not only had a work meeting been cancelled at the last minute, I wasn't feeling well. I had also forgotten some paperwork at home. If I went home, it would leave me a few hours by myself. But I know now this is the day the shit hit the fan.

When I was about to pull in the driveway, I noticed that my wife's car was already in the garage. What? She was supposed to be at work. There was also an unknown van parked in the driveway. Darn! There goes my nice little afternoon by myself. Right away a plan came to me.

I pumped my brakes repeatedly until my car stopped. It's a vintage 1980 Pinto GT, yellow with a black strip on the side. I was in front of the neighbor's house. 

Instead of going into the house by the front door, I decided to sneak my way around the house and go in by the backdoor even if my wife doesn't like it when I try to get in by the backdoor. It wasn't locked. I got in the house and headed downstairs right away. I got in the laundry room, which is just underneath one of our two guest bedrooms. I looked around but there was no dirty laundry from my sister, Laurie. She has been living with us for the last six months, since her husband kicked her out of their apartment for no good reason. The only dirty laundry was from our hamper. I dug inside and soon found a pair of Mandy's panties.

Don't think that I am a weirdo or a pervert. It's only that my wife hasn't allowed me to have sex with her for the last four months, since her sister and her started to go out by themselves. When they are not out drinking and dancing till the wee hours of the night, they are both home, resting, and Mandy, my wife, didn't want to have her sister hearing us having sex. Mandy is the silent type during sex, but I am known to do a little puffing and wheezing at the peak of my excitement. What do you want? I am a beast! Guilty as charged!

Well, now you understand that as a man, I needed some relief. I finally found a pair of red thong panties, one that I had never seen before. I put them back in the hamper. They were way too small to hold my penis and also had some whitish crusty stuff stuck on the crotch. I soon found a nice utilitarian white pair of panties. Darn, that one too was filled with the same crusty stuff. It took me five other pairs before I found one not too dirty. I think it was the pair she wore last Sunday.

I started to rub myself with the panties and was getting really into it. I feared that I might make too much noise but fortunately my wife seemed to be moving the furniture around in the guest bedroom and was making a ruckus. As my own release was approaching, she started to hammer on something at the same rhythm as I was stroking myself. How lucky can a guy get?

I was thinking about that cute actress that plays a cop in the new TV series: Law and Hors d'Oeuvre California. Californian state troopers chase French criminals and liver paté smugglers all over the State. They are known as the Arnold Schwarzenegger hit squad and are quite successful despite the many wild goose chases they faced. [Readers, google "ban liver pate" to read the complete story behind the joke]

Stroking oneself is not as good as sex with a woman so I always last longer when I masturbate. So after two long minutes, I finally filled the panties with my sperm. I cleaned myself thoroughly and put the panties back in the hamper. 

Silently, I went back upstairs. I tripped on the last step but fortunately Ravel's Bolero was playing in the living room and covered my light yelp. Without anyone the wiser, I was out of the house.

I went back to my car. I was still curious about the vehicle in my driveway, a white Chevy van. Who could it be? Was it a colleague of Mandy that came to visit for a while? A friend?

And then it hit me. Is it possible that Mandy was having an affair? I didn't see any sign of one but she might just be an accomplish liar. My blood was boiling, raising the whole temperature of my body. The anger that came over me was overwhelming. There was one thing I was sure of: nobody fucks with Bob!

They knew very little about my past and my training. Sure my unit was dismantled many years ago and we were scattered all over the country, but I still had the skills that our gruesome training left us. It left me more than that badge I was carrying with me in my wallet. The training was so ingrained in each of us that we never had to think; we just reacted on pure instinct. Even by myself, they would have more than they bargained for. You don't fuck with a lethal weapon like me. You don't fuck with... a former boy scout.

I got out of my car and went to write down the license plate number. It could help me find out who owned the van. As I was coming near it, I saw a familiar silhouette further down the block, at the stop sign. Darn! Old Miss White was out for her afternoon walk. I know that she can't see very clearly anymore and always hesitate a long time before crossing the street. I looked at the unknown van then looked at Miss White. Darn! I rushed to help Miss White to cross the street.

"Here, let me help you Miss White," I said. I think I startled her as she recoiled when she heard my voice.

"No I..." started to say Miss White.

"I insist Miss White," I said while pushing her gently toward the other side of the street. "It is safer if somebody helps you."

"But I..."

"It's alright Miss White, I'm always ready to help," I told her, cutting short her thanks.

She was soon on the other sidewalk.

"There you go Miss White," I said. "Have a nice day now!"

"Moron! I just wanted to visit my next door neighbor," said Miss White. Poor Miss White, she is so confused. 

Just when I reached my car, a man in his mid-twenties came out of the house and jumped into the van. He took off down the street. I tried to start my car but almost nothing happened. I pumped the gas pedal a few times and turned the ignition again, crossing my fingers. It did start. I was glad that I didn't have to push the car to start it on compression.

I was about to race after the unknown car when I saw Miss White at the curb, getting ready to cross back the street. Darn! I pumped a few times on the brake pedal and stopped the car. I rushed and pushed her as quick as possible across the street. Old people can be erratic sometime with all those the old age problems. For no good reason, Miss White hit me hard in the face with her handbag. I don't know what she carries in there, but it really hurt.

When I ran back to my car, it puffed a bit then stalled. I tried as hard as I could to restart it but to no avail. It was flooded. Anyway, the unknown van was already out of sight. I was pushing my car back toward the house when I saw Mandy get in her car and take off the other way, toward her work I presumed.

I left the car at the curb because I would be unable to push my car up the slope of my driveway. I then went inside the house and went into our bedroom. The bed was in disarray. Darn it!

I fell on my knees at the door of my bedroom and started to cry. Why did she do that to me? I loved her so much. I trusted her with my life. I would have trusted her with my car if she had asked.

But self-pity isn't productive. What I wanted was revenge. I will make them pay for what they did to me. First, I had to make Mandy pay dearly for her betrayal. A plan formed in my head. Tomorrow I would act and strike hard. As for the guy, her lover, if I ever catch up with him, he would feel pain, a lot of pain.

But I had to bid my time, as I had to wait for tomorrow before I could act. I had to find something to do till very late and come back when Mandy would be in bed. I wrote down a note.

"Honey, I'v gone to the supermarket to sell popcorn. See you later tonight. Bob"

I didn't write that I love her and I didn't put Xs for kisses beside my name. I'm done with that stuff.

I spent four hours walking from one shopping mall to the other. In every public washroom I wrote: "For a good time with a cock sucking slut, call Mandy at 555-0123". Tomorrow I would also do all the washrooms at her work and the restaurants in the area.

I came back home totally bushed and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

The next morning, I had a silent breakfast with Mandy and her sister. Mandy reminded me not to forget to do the bed like yesterday as I am always the last to get up and it is part of my share of the house chores. They finally left for work. 

First thing I did was prepare a plate of Girl Scout cookies laced with laxative. I left it on the coffee table in the living room. Later, instead of going to work I stopped by the law office of a fellow den leader and asked him to prepare divorce papers. When I tried to explain my reasons for divorcing Mandy, he told me it didn't matter as we lived in a no fault state.

That afternoon I came back home at the same time as yesterday hoping to surprise them again. Nothing! It took me three days of quitting work early to finally see the van parked in my driveway. It was Friday. It was the day of reckoning. I parked in the street behind the van, blocking the way out.

Of course, I was ready. I took a rope from the car trunk and silently tied it up on the knob of the storm door at one end, and to a post on the railing of the front steps. They would be stuck inside, unable to get out of the house. My ultimate knowledge of knots made sure of it. I ran to the side of the house and grabbed a garbage bag. It contained birch barks, moss, kindling and dry branches. Everything you need to start a fire.

I gave up after 10 minutes trying to create enough friction with a branch to start the fire. Tradition be damned, I ran to the backyard, grabbed a jerry can of gasoline from the tool shed and spilled it all under the front of the van. I then went to my car, trying to avoid the gas that ran a bit toward the street, and pushed my lighter. Twenty seconds later, it popped out, ready to light whatever I wished. I ran back to the van and threw the lighter under it. The gasoline ignited with a whoosh, singeing lightly the hair on my right arm, my eyebrows, my eyelashes and part of my bangs. Nothing serious! But what a smell!

I went on the front step and knocked lightly on the bay window. I could see Mandy and the stranger standing in the living room. I waived at them and said: "Surprise! Come look honey, I wanted to demonstrate my burning anger."

Dumfounded, they both came to the window. It was priceless to see the face of the stranger when he saw his van burning. He ran toward the front door. He was in for a surprise. I was bracing myself for a real good laugh when he would pull on the door and it wouldn't open.

I heard barking and howling but didn't pay any attention to it. The stranger arrived at the storm door and pushed it open. Oops! Little planning mistake here. Anyway the damage was done. His van was engulfed in flame as well as my Pinto. Shit, my Pinto! The gasoline probably went down the driveway and pooled under my car. I rushed into the house, went in the kitchen and grabbed our fire extinguisher. I ran back outside. 

Unfortunately, the rope still tied to the railing, stopped my movement, snared on of my feet. I lost my grip on the fire extinguisher and it kept moving of his own momentum and the stranger grabbed it in mid-air. As for myself, I landed face first on the cobblestones of our little sidewalk leading to the front door. In a matter of seconds, the stranger had stopped the fire under his van. As he turned toward my car, the gas tank exploded, engulfing the whole interior of the car and starting a fiery fire on my dry cedar edge.

I started crying at the lost of my dependable car. Out of nowhere a small puppy came and jumped at me, like if it was sensing my distress. I saw then the stranger open the back door of his van and extract a big dog cage. The howling and barking had stopped in the meantime. The stranger opened the cage and started to cry. I would learn later through my attorney that it was his prized breeding female golden retriever, a dog with a pedigree that goes all the way to the first settlers in America. A priceless dog! A burnt bitch!

Mandy and her sister didn't come back to the house that evening. Mandy said that she was too upset by my behavior. I would have to wait another day for the second part of my revenge, when I would have Mandy's stuff sent to a Mexican warehouse. She explained that the stranger was a breeder that sold her a puppy for my birthday. She dryly stated that she never cheated on me, that it was all the fruit of my over-active imagination. As if I believed her.

But I seriously doubt her. After all, since I am back from the police station, no less than ten different lovers phoned here asking for all kind of sexual favors from Mandy. Bitch! Munching on some cookies, I continued to plan my revenge.

Well I hope that you enjoyed that little story and that it induced a few chuckles.



Always Ready To Be Bred



My name is Claire and I have a story to tell. I am twenty-two, I have long brown hair and brown eyes. I also have a perfect hour glass figure and have thirty-six F sized breasts. Yes, that's what I said, thirty-six F sized breasts. Plus, they're natural, they're not fake. 

Now that I have my description out of the way, let me begin. My story takes place on the last weekend of August in 2003. I was staying with some relatives who owned a farm in Michigan. I came from England to stay for a few weeks. I had never been to the U.S. and my aunt and uncle wanted me to come for a visit.

It was nice and peaceful in Michigan. I loved animals and my aunt and uncle had plenty on their farm. So I spent a lot of time playing with the animals and just taking it easy.

Every night, my aunt, uncle and I would sit out on the porch and talk until the stars came out. At about eleven they would turn in and I would go for a walk around the farm.

I loved walking in the moonlight. It was so beautiful. As I would go for my late night walks, many things would cross my mind. One thing that came to me, was that I wanted to be fucked. I hadn't had any sex for about a year. Oh, and I didn't want just nice sex, I wanted it rough. I loved rough sex. I always loved some pain with my pleasure. 

Then the other thing I wanted was to be pregnant. God, I wanted to have babies so bad. Could I afford one? No, but I still ached to be pregnant. 

Why couldn't all guys be like chocolate? Sweet and satisfying and always there when you need it. 

Anyway, it was my last night on the farm and it was hotter then hell outside. When I got back from my late night walk, I was glowing profusely. I took a shower and then dried off, putting my robe on and heading to my room.

Once inside, I took off my robe and laid naked on my bed. I closed my eyes for a second and when I reopened them, I saw a dull light shining through my window. I didn't think anything of it and looked away, thinking it was a passing car.

Suddenly the light was a lot brighter, filling my room with light. I got up off the bed, going to the window to look out. The light was blinding and then I felt dizzy. I tried to catch myself but I fell to the floor and blacked out.

I opened my eyes and everything seemed fuzzy, like I was in a dream. I felt really cold and was laying on a metal table. I was naked and my arms were above my head. I wasn't restrained but my arms felt so heavy that I could not move them. I couldn't move any of my body parts, I just laid there on the table, covered in light.

It was dark everywhere else and I couldn't hear anything. A mask came from up above me and secured itself over my nose and mouth.

I cried into the mask but no sound was heard. I looked to my left and up above me was a floating white screen facing outward. I looked to my right and there was another floating white screen.

Out of the darkness came this thing. I screamed but no sound could be heard. It was about five feet tall and very skinny. It had no hair what so ever and its head seemed to big for its body. There was no nose but instead two little holes where a nose should have been. It had no lips on its face. All that was there for a mouth was a small slit. The eyes were very large and completely black.

It turned away from me, facing my feet. It was talking to someone out in the darkness. Then little red lights started to come on in the darkness. I could just barely make out hundreds of aliens looking down at me and paying close attention to what was speaking next to me.

When it talked it made popping and clicking noises. I didn't care what it was saying, I just wanted to get the hell out of there. 

The alien next to me, raised my legs back and then spread me wide open. His hands were ice cold. When he let go, my legs didn't move. I tried with all of my might to put my legs down, but I couldn't budge them.

I looked at the two screens that were floating above me to my left and right. On both screens were close ups of my smooth little pussy. 

My mind was racing. I thought what were they going to do to me? My heart was pounding hard in my chest.

The alien stuck one of his three fingers deep into my pussy hole. I screamed in protest but no one heard or cared. It felt like he put an icicle in my cunt.

It removed its finger from me. The alien put his finger up to his nose holes and smelled it. It held up the finger to show the crowd and began talking again. I guess it was talking about the scent I gave off from my pussy. 

Now the alien spread my folds to let them see inside me. It traced my inner pussy lips with its finger and then rubbed my clit. I could feel myself getting excited from the rubbing. Then the alien walked away into the dark.

It came back with a test tube. The liquid was light blue and seemed to glow. The alien poured the contents over my breasts, belly, hips, abdomen, and pussy. It took its cold hand and rubbed the cold liquid into my flesh. Its cold hands squeezed at my big breasts then went down to my belly and hips. The liquid tingled and glowed on my skin. 

It finished rubbing the liquid into my abdomen and pussy and then walked away into the dark again. The glow on my skin faded away. All the red lights that had been on in the crowd were off. 

There I was, naked and spread wide open. The two screens kept a close up of my soft, smooth pussy. 

Then I heard a noise from up above me. Two big long clear cylinders came down and fit snug over my big round breasts. A long clear hose was attached to the top of each cylinder and disappeared into the ceiling. The cylinders were squeezing my breasts hard. It would stop at the base of my breasts and the squeezing would end near my nipples. The two clear hoses now came down all the way through each cylinder to attach to each one of my hard, erect nipples. My nipples were being pulled on. Not really pulled on, more like something put a vacuum hose on my nipples and they were being sucked up into the hose. It was very uncomfortable. My breasts felt like they were going to burst from the cylinders milking them. Now these damn hoses were hurting my erect pink nipples. They felt like they were going to pop. 

I could see my nipples being pulled up into the hoses. It became quiet again in the room. Even with all that was happening, there wasn't any noise. The mask over my face stifled all of my moans. 

Now another noise came from above me. Another clear hose came down from the ceiling. The opening of the hose was between my spread legs. This hose was about an inch wide and inside it was another clear hose about a quarter of an inch wide. The hose thrust deep into my wet pussy. When I say deep, I mean I could feel it against my cervix. 

Then, when I thought it couldn't get much worse, I felt the small hose press at the opening of my cervix. It forced its way into my cervix and started to widen. It hurt so bad I began to cry. Tears ran down my face as I turned my head left to right over and over again.

That was the only way for me to protest the violation of my poor pussy. The tears and the crying meant three things: one, they were hurting me, two, I was very scared, and number three, I was so excited with all they were doing to me I couldn't stand it.


I told you in the beginning of the story I liked it rough. Oh, and when that hose rammed deep into my pussy, let's just say I wasn't dry. 

Anyway, I was crying and the hose was opening my cervix. The inner hose was now as wide as the outer one, I'd say about an inch.

A new noise came from the ceiling. It was a low humming noise. The outer hose was vibrating and it felt really good. I began to moan with pleasure into my mask. All you could hear was the hum from the ceiling.

There was a flash of light and then the humming got faster and louder. The vibrating got faster and louder too. I was in total ecstasy. I had one orgasm after another. I begged them never to stop. My legs trembled and belly quivered. My pussy opened and closed around the hose uncontrollably. As another orgasm surged through my body, the outer hose began to widen. It opened my pussy about to about four inches. All of the aliens could see deep inside of me.

I looked over at one of the screens. I could see the walls of my pussy and see the inner hose penetrating my cervix. 

I looked straight up and saw a new screen right above my head. It had a different view from the other two screens. I could see the opening of the inner hose and my surrounding cervix in the screen.

My body was covered in sweat and was getting quite the workout. All the orgasms were great but I still ached for something. I didn't know what but I had this overwhelming need.

All of a sudden, the light that surrounded my body flashed on and off a few times. Once the light stayed on I could see something coming down from the ceiling. It was yellow and seemed to glow. As it got closer to me, I could see it was a liquid inside the inner hose. Whatever was inside it was going to be inside of me within a few seconds.

I watched the yellow liquid come down the hose. I looked to my left at the screen and saw it go through the entrance of my waiting pussy. I looked at the screen right above my head and watched the yellow liquid coat my cervix. 

I screamed at the top of my lungs into my mask. The liquid splattered all over my cervix. It was hot and very thick. It felt like hot pudding being pumped inside of me. 

The outer hose pulled out of me. The yellow liquid coated my pink pussy walls and then what my pussy didn't need, oozed out of my pussy onto the alien's floor. 

I could barely take any more pleasure. I felt like I was going to black out. 

The inner hose pulled out of me and more yellow liquid poured out of my cunt. I was exhausted. My breathing was heavy and erratic. My body was tired and sore. 

I thought they were done with me and would send me back. Boy was I wrong!

I saw a small metallic bowl come down from the ceiling. The bowl was about two feet in length, one foot in width, and one foot deep. It was hovering between my legs, right below my pussy. 

I didn't understand at first. I was looking around to see if any of the aliens were coming. Not one came up to me. I started to feel sick. I felt like I was going to have diarrhea and vomit at the same time. My breasts felt tight and very sore. It felt different from the milking hoses and cylinders that had sucked my nipples. I started to have cramps, really bad cramps. I cried in pain.

I looked down at my belly and it was getting bigger. I screamed in pain again as my belly ballooned up. My hips felt like someone was trying to pry them open with a crow bar.

I didn't think I could take any more pain. Then my belly stopped growing. It was like someone had put a basketball inside of me.

There I was, with my sore breasts and extended belly. The milking of my breasts got harder and the sucking of my breasts did too. It felt like they were going to burst. 

I cried out and looked at the two hoses that were connected to my nipples. A white liquid came out of my nipples. It was a trickle at first then it sprayed out after continued hard milking. Milk was coming out of my boobs. I was in shock as I watched my milk being sucked up through the hoses. Where was it going? What the hell were these aliens up to?

An alien came out of the darkness and stood between my spread legs. It had something in its hand. It was long and had a sharp hook at the end of it. It looked fairly thin. Before I knew it, the alien forced the hook into my poor pussy. I cried out, then I heard a pop.

It pulled the hook out, then walked away.

A hot liquid poured out of my pussy. It looked like pickle juice with some of the yellow stuff from earlier mixed in with it. 

I looked at the screen to my left and watched the last drop spill out of my cunt. Then it hit me. I was having a baby! Then I thought, a baby what? What did they put in me?

My first contraction hit me hard. I had never felt pain like that before. The contractions came every thirty seconds. I had an overwhelming need to push. I screamed into my mask as I tried to push the baby out of my cunt. 

It seemed like forever until I finally saw the top of the baby's head showing. 

During all of this, they just kept pumping milk out of me. The milking didn't really hurt anymore, it was more like relief. My breasts were so full of my milk, it felt good to have it pumped out of me. 

My hair was now completely covered in sweat. I could see beads of sweat running down my bulging belly. 

Then I heard a noise from up above me. A very thin clear hose came from the ceiling. I thought to myself, now what? The opening of the hose was maybe a quarter of an inch. 

I looked quickly to my right at the screen. The hose connected itself to my button. The thin hose sucked my button into it and then began to vibrate. I stopped pushing and started to orgasm. It felt so good. I thought I was going to explode from pleasure. My body tightened and relaxed as wave after wave of my orgasm went through me. 

I felt the baby slip out of my pussy. I saw it fall into the metallic bowl. A laser shot from the ceiling and cut the umbilical cord. The bowl hovered by my head to let me look at what I had produced from my pussy.

It was a girl and it looked completely normal except it had larger eyes and the eyes were totally black. 

The bowl flew up into the blackness of the ceiling. My baby was gone. The hose also let go of my clit and was gone. 

My pussy was a mess. Not only was it messy, but all stretched out. 

Another noise came from up above me. A five inch thick clear hose came down from the ceiling. It wasted no time, stuffing itself deep into my messy cunt. This hose was very painful. It felt like it was scraping the insides of my pussy as it sucked out the placenta. I knew it was cleaning me out but it hurt so bad. I screamed and cried in pain as it did its job. 

A few minutes ago I had felt like I had been in heaven. Now I knew I was in hell. The tears ran down my face as I watched the blood and whatever else being sucked out of my pussy. 

The hose pulled out of me and disappeared into the ceiling. Also, the milking cylinders and nipples hoses went back up. I felt normal again. My boobs were totally fine and my pussy was back to normal size. My body was like nothing had ever happened to it. 

I was very happy. I got some pain with my pleasure, I got to have a baby I didn't have to take care of physically or financially, plus my body was no worse for wear. 

I thought, I got what I wished for. Then I laughed out loud. The aliens that had been in the crowd, now surrounded me. Their ice cold hands were touching my naked body all over. They squeezed my breasts and pinched my erect nipples. They opened the folds of my pussy and looked inside my pussy. A lot of them probed my pussy with their fingers to smell my scent. I loved what was happening to me.

Slowly they all took their seats again. They all turned out their little red lights. I thought, well they'll probably send me home now. I bet they make me forget everything. God I hope they don't make me forget. 

I looked to my left and saw an alien coming towards me. It had a test tube in its hand. It was filled with a light blue glowing liquid. The alien poured the liquid over my breasts, belly, hips, abdomen, and pussy. 

I thought, oh my God, they're going to breed me again. 

The aliens did breed me again. They bred me five times that night. The results were all the same. I gave birth to all girls that looked the same as the first. 

After the fifth cleaning of my poor pussy I could see the aliens leaving the room. I knew this time they would let me go, or maybe kill me. I got scared. For some reason, I had thought they would just let me go. But what if they didn't? What if they killed me instead?

An alien stood between my spread legs. It was holding a very long hypodermic needle. It opened the folds of my vagina and stuck the needle into my hole. 

I begged it not to hurt me but it was too late. I felt a sharp pain deep inside my pussy. It pushed the needle into the right wall of my cunt. I screamed in pain and then slowly blacked out.

The next thing I remember was waking up in my bed and hearing my aunt knock on the door and yelling, "Claire, wake up sweetie! Your plane leaves in two hours!"

I looked at my naked body and really examined myself. There were no bruises or scars. I thought, did I dream it? But it had been so real? Had it only been a dream? I had had dreams that had seemed real before, but not like that one. 

I laughed out loud and shook my head. It had to be a dream because I wouldn't have been able to remember anything, right? I could remember every detail of what had happened to me. Yes, it had to be a dream.

I looked into the mirror on the back of the door and stared at my reflection. I smiled at myself and said, "I think you need to get laid, young lady."

I giggled and then got myself dressed and packed my bags. After breakfast, my aunt and uncle took me to the airport and we said our goodbyes. 

Once I got settled on the plane and we were up in the air, I found myself thinking about my dream. I got so wet and horny, I had to go to the bathroom and masturbate.

I had a small orgasm which was okay but it was nothing like the ones in my dream. 

Finally I was back home in England and back at home with my mom and dad. I was staying with my parents until I had enough money to get my own apartment. 

All week at work I kept thinking about my dream. It was making me crazy and damn horney.

When Saturday finally came around I was ready for some play time. My girlfriends and I went out to some clubs. It was fun but no guys came up to me that night. Usually when we'd go dancing I'd get hit on by at least three or four men. Most would just be horney guys who wanted to stare and talk to my big breasts.

Hell, I didn't even get any of those guys' attention that night. It was after midnight and all of my friends had paired up with a guy. I didn't want to be alone so I snuck out and got a taxi home. 

It was about one in the morning when I got home. My parents were asleep in their bedroom. I went into my room and got ready for bed. I was just getting ready to put my nightshirt on when I felt a very odd sensation. My body was covered with sweat and I felt so horney. It was coming in waves, radiating from my pussy through my entire body. I needed something or someone in my pussy right now. I couldn't take anymore. I dropped my nightshirt on the floor and pulled my panties off. I laid on my bed and began stroking my little button. That wasn't good enough, so I spread my legs wide open and rammed my finger in and out of my wet, aching hole. Even that didn't seem good enough. I couldn't get any satisfaction for what I needed. 

I thought I was going to scream from being so horney, but with my parents' bedroom being next to mine, I just bit my lip. 

My finger was pounding inside my aching wet pussy. Then I felt it. There was a small bump on the inside of my pussy. It was deep inside on the right wall of my cunt. It was about the size of a dime and only raised up slightly. 

I made the mistake of pushing on it with my finger. I cried out from need. I was now one-thousand times more horney than before I had touched it. I was a female in heat and no one could help me. Tears ran down my face, I was going insane.

I didn't think I could take anymore. Then I saw a bright light shine through my window. I crawled to the window and looked out. 

The next thing I remember, I was lying on a metal table, naked. I was back in the ship with the aliens. It was, as far as I could tell, the same room they had had me in last time. The clear cylinders were already milking my breasts and the smaller hoses were sucking on my nipples. 




Always Ready To Be Bred



My arms were above my head and felt to heavy to move. But this time my legs were dangling off the table and I could move them. 

An alien came up to me with a test tube in its hand. The liquid was light blue and glowed. It opened the tube and I raised my legs and spread myself wide open. I was in heat and I needed my ache to be satisfied. 

As the alien rubbed the liquid on my female parts, I looked into the crowd of aliens and screamed into my mask, "Breed me, you bastards, breed me!"

They did just that. They bred me five times that night, just like last time. The aliens breed me whenever they want. It's always late at night and usually on Saturday. I always know a few minutes ahead of time when the aliens are coming for me. Whatever they shot into my pussy, gets me ready for them. My body breaks out in a sweat and my eggs ache to be fertilized by their seed. 

I'm always in heat for them and always ready to be bred.

The End.

BMR

(This was written for a reader of mine. She told me she wanted something rough with breeding. I hope you like it Claire.)