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Colleen Ch. 01

By: MastrStoryTeller



(This is the first of several chapters describing a fantasy of mine. The fundamentals are true, the names are changed, but the trip never took place. Enjoy!)

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I had been mentoring Colleen professionally for approximately eighteen months when we got sent on a business trip together to Europe for several days. She had already traveled a couple of times on business, for which I taught her all the normal tricks of dealing with travel and travel accounting. So, I anticipated very little mentoring to be done in regards to travel, although I would be coaching her on her presentation techniques with a foreign audience. Boy was I wrong!

First a little about Colleen. She was in her late 30's and was most definitely the girl next door type. Cute, but not drop dead gorgeous. Curvy in all the right places, and maybe ten pounds heavier than she desired. Her clothes were always the size to fit her desired figure, not her real figure. Which meant that the clothes were just a bit tight without being inappropriate for the office. Her face was round with subtle cheek bone lines, and accented by a small mole just above the left end of her well defined mouth. Her eyes were a charcoal grey that blazed with excitement when she laughed, which fortunately she did quite often. She always had her hair tightly gathered on her head. For me, she was delightful eye candy every time we had the opportunity to interact. Which we did often as I mentored her.

In fact our mentoring experience had made us a bit of celebrities in our company as the company did a training film on mentoring using us as examples of a how to do it well. We enjoyed working together on a set for a week as they shot the series, and boy did I enjoy watching her as she was treated like a bit of a star, which, small town girl that she was, she just ate up.

Oh, yeah me. I am in my late fifties with over 30 years with the company, and am well recognized within my industry as tops in my field. Having been widowed several years earlier, I had poured myself into my job. And hobby. I worked hard at the company, wrote porn on the side, and had no social life other than the occasional sensual massage now and then. I worked out regularly and walked my dogs on our 2.5 mile trek every night that I was at home. I was in pretty good shape physically, if not socially.

Back to the mentoring. In all the time we had interacted, the only thing I knew about her personal life was that she was married with an 18 year old daughter. Sexy daughter, if the picture on Colleen's desk was close to truthful. All of our dialogues had been business focused, with only occasional small talk about anything personal. And, boy was that about to change.

Our trip included one night and one day in London, and then five nights and days in Amsterdam. We rode BA business class on the night flight to Heathrow, and for the most part didn't talk much as we were several rows apart. So, throughout the flight and our afternoon in London, our dialogue was perfectly normal, focused on business and travel logistics. After our afternoon meetings were finished, we agreed to meet for dinner.

By the time our entrees had arrived, we had finished the discussions that were necessary following our business day. To keep the conversation flowing, I casually asked about how her family dealt with her travel. And that was certainly the wrong button to push. Or the right one, depending on perspective. As soon as I asked about her family, she burst into tears. One moment she was bubbly and vivacious and engaged in dialogue; the next moment she seemed to be in utter despair. I reacted and attempted to recover.

"Oh my god, what's wrong? Did I say something?"

She regained a bit of her composure and looked at me. "I'm so sorry; I didn't want to break down like that. It is so unprofessional."

"Forget professional, Colleen," I responded, calmly. "Just tell me what's wrong." She just looked me in the eye, but her face had pain all over it. "That is, if you feel like sharing."

Tears continued to well up in her eyes, but she had pretty much regained her composure. She took a deep breath and then started, "It's either a very short story or a very long one."

"We have a long trip ahead of us. I'm listening. Take your time."

After another deep breath, she continued, "Well, I'm going to tell you the short version first, and then let you decide whether or not you want to hear the long version." I nodded in agreement, and continued to eat my entrée.

"Paul, that's my husband, left me over a year ago for another lover. And not a woman. He moved in with his boyfriend of several years, telling me he was coming out of the closet. Our divorce was final 72 days ago. Then, last week, the guy I had been dating for the past few months ditched me, telling me he was going back to the wife I didn't even know he had. And this happened just a week after I found out that Sarah, my daughter, has been enjoying sex for a couple of years and I had still thought she was a virgin." The tears restarted.

"Wow! That makes for an ugly couple of weeks. I'm ready to listen to whatever part of the long version you want to share. Why would you think I wouldn't want to listen?"

"Well you're my mentor, not my counselor or psychiatrist. And I was trained never to bring home problems into the office."

I understood her last point, having met her father when he was a VP. Talk about Mr. No Personality at the office with no apparent personal life.

I tried to comfort her. "Well, I'd like to think I'm your friend. And, we're not in the office. We are three thousand miles from home in a nice restaurant with some good wine. It looks to me like you might need a friend right now, and I'm the best thing you got. I'm as good as it gets."

The tears started again, but this time she had a small smile on her face. "Thanks, that means so much to me. I trust you more than you'll ever know. And I'd love to consider you my friend. But I am so humiliated, and embarrassed. I thought I could handle it all, and obviously I've failed."

"Hey, given what has been hurled at you, I'd say you're handling it really quite well. I had absolutely no clue how much turmoil you have been dealing with in your private life. Just let me know what I can do to help. In the meantime, I'll try to be good listener whenever you want one."

She spent the next hour telling me the story of her adult life, ever since she became pregnant in her senior year of high school. She worked and mothered while Sarah's father went to school and got a job. Everything went smoothly. After Paul got a good job and Sarah was in school, Colleen got her college degree and got on with my company a few years earlier. They went to church every Sunday, had a nice house, and had started saving for Sarah's college and their retirement. Colleen had pretty much concluded that the problems started when she joined my organization and started making more money than Paul, who was in a dead end job. 

I also learned that she had only had two lovers her entire life, Paul and the guy who had just left her, and that while she was angry with Sarah for having sex, she was angry with herself for not realizing it, and she admitted to being a bit jealous that Sarah had already had more lovers than her mother. She declared herself a failure, a middle-aged plain Jane mom with a dour future.

Trying to be supportive, I engaged in debate, telling her that she was not a failure, and was definitely no a plain Jane mom with no future. I told her she was beautiful, kind, caring, responsible, intelligent, and successful.

By the time she finished telling me most of the details, we had finished dessert and the wine. We caught a cab back to the hotel, and as we parted in the elevator lobby, she asked me for my personal email address. I gave it to her, of course, wondering why she felt that she needed it, as she had my company email in her blackberry.

I went for my usual evening walk, checked my email and headed to bed. The next day we met at the appointed time to cab to our Heathrow office. From that time on until we boarded our flight to Amsterdam at 4PM, we only talked business. We were once again in different rows, so the next chat opportunity was the cab ride into the Marriott at Leidseplein. As we finished checking in at the hotel, she told me to check my personal email before supper if I didn't normally do that. I nodded in acquiescence, wondering what she would have sent me. We arranged to meet for supper an hour later in the lobby. I expected to be a tour guide, as she had never been to Amsterdam before, and I intended to take her to one of my favorite little places just off of Leidseplein for supper.

I powered up my laptop as I unpacked, checked my company email, answering two that were time sensitive, and then pulled up my personal email account. I wasn't surprised to see that I had a message from her personal email, but I was surprised to see that it was a fairly large email, approaching 1MB. It turned out to be a short note that asked me to read the attached Word file, which would explain the other couple of attachments, which were labeled a, b, and c.

I opened the Word document and started reading.

Dear Henry,

You have been so kind to me. I really appreciate it, and there is no reason for you to even care about my personal life. Thank you so much! Now, I really have one huge favor to ask. And it's huge!

Will you be my tour guide, escort and protector as I explore Amsterdam?

There it is. But, why is that so huge, you might ask. Well, that's the tough/easy part. Tough for me to say, but easy to understand once I say it. Or write it, which is why I'm doing this by email.

I WANT TO EXPLORE ALL OF AMSTERDAM; NOT JUST THE MANY MUSEUMS, BUT THE DARK SIDE AS WELL; COFFEEHOUSES, SEX STORES, THE RED LIGHT DISTRICT, ALL OF IT!

So, will you be my tour guide? Now about the attachments.

Attachment a shows what I have discovered about the coffeehouses. I've never been stoned and I want to try it. I hope you won't turn me into Security for that.

Attachment b captures a couple of web pages from an online sex store that supposedly has shops here in Amsterdam. I want to go to the store.

And finally Attachment c is an article about the Red Light District. I want to walk through it, see it, and even go to a live sex show. If you'll take me.

Thank you,

Signed Colleen.

My mind reeled. Not because of what we would do, but at the thought of doing it with her. I always enjoyed my travels to Amsterdam; I was still a hippie at heart, and I had always been a voyeur. So walking the district and getting stoned was a regular part of my visits to Amsterdam. I reeled at the thought of doing it with Colleen; a gorgeous young lady that I had lusted after from time to time, but she was my mentoree and there wer company rules as well as ethical issues associated with her request. If I said yes, she would obviously see me in a state of lust that would be inappropriate for our reltaionship. And I was going to, but somehow I had to make sure that she knew what she was getting into. I emailed her back.

"Wow. Before I say yes, I need to ask if you are prepared to be with an older gentlemen who is not immune to the effects of grass and the red light district. I can promise you that I would definitely not be politically correct. And I will most likely make very lewd and lascivious comments during the time we were touring. Are you prepared to see that side of me?"

She was obviously awaiting my email, because within a minute or two I had a response. 

"I hope to. To be honest, I've always wanted to come here and see it. I'm here now and unattached. So, I'm going to try to enjoy it. The way I figure it, 'What happens in Amsterdam stays in Amsterdam.' So yes, I am absolutely prepared."

I responded, "Ok, see you downstairs in about 10."

I got to the lobby first, but had only been waiting a couple of minutes when she walked off the elevator. I needed to do a double take to make sure that it was Colleen. She was wearing a pair of denims that had to be painted on and a tied dyed tee shirt that left no doubt that there was no bra underneath. Her nipples jutted out from her very firm breasts making their presence know to whomever glanced. She let her hair down and I realized for the first time that it fell well below her shoulders. The very light curl of her hair accented her still pretty face in a sexy way that made her look about 20 years old.

She walked up to me and seeing the smile on my face, she asked, "You like?"

"Oh, yeah," I muttered. "What's not to like? You're gorgeous and if I didn't know better I'd guess you to be about 21 years old. Now I know I'm going to end up being lewd and lascivious tonight. And probably over you. So, I'll apologize now for any inappropriate behavior you might see in me tonight."

She beamed. "No apologies needed. I am looking forward to being the young tart on your arm. For the next five nights I am forgetting about my problems at home and I am focusing all of my energy on catching up on some of the things from the seedier side of life. And to have you as my escort is more than I could hope for. I was worried I was going to have to do it by myself. And I've been telling myself to do this ever since I found those web sites about Amsterdam last Saturday." 

As we walked the three blocks to the restaurant, my mind considered the possibilities while Colleen absorbed her first impressions of the city. Over dinner I told her of some of my many visits to Amsterdam, providing the slightly R-rated version of the stories. Anyone who has been to Amsterdam knows that there isn't an R-rated version; only the hard core triple xxx variety once you headed into the Red Light district. But I was sure that if she had explored the web sites at all, Colleen knew what was she was going to see and experience over the next few evenings.

And she proved it when she finally said, "Look Henry, quit treating me so tenderly. I may be inexperienced, but I am not naïve'. I have voraciously explored the internet on all aspects sexual, and I can't wait to get started with ridding myself of the inexperience label. I want hard core sex and drugs this week. I just want to be safe. So, Henry, please just let go and treat me like your young girl friend." She paused, pursing her lips in thought. "Except don't be possessive. Let me do whatever I want. Just be at my side and keep me safe. Okay. Oh, and one more thing. I can't wait to see you with a hard on. I'm already wet thinking about it."

After dinner we walked a couple of doors down to one of my favorite coffeehouse. She turned a delightful shade of red when I showed her the menu, explaining that all of the choices were different types of hashish or marijuana. She was completely beet red when I had her buy our smoke for the night. We found a place to sit next to a couple of barely 18 year old kids and I showed her how to roll a joint. The kids giggled as I had to show her how to toke and hold it without coughing.

She mastered it on her third toke, which she held for what seemed like forever. She let it out slowly, and although I knew it hadn't hit her yet, she was already well on her way to becoming royally stoned. We alternated tokes back and forth finishing the entire joint between us. If the stuff we got was as good as the typical stuff here, we would both feel it very soon. Supposedly, it was really good at generating visual effects. I fetched us a couple of beers, watching her from afar just to be sure she didn't have a panic attack. She had lounged back and relaxed with her arms behind her head. I presumed that she was bright enough to know that caused her breast to swell outward and beg for attention from all of the heterosexual guys and lesbian girls in the room. If the evening continued like this I knew I would have many images to masturbate to that night after the evening was over.

By the time I returned with the beers I could feel the effects of the joint and it was hitting me pretty hard. She opened her eyes dreamily when I spoke her name, clearly under the influence. She smiled and said, "I think I'm stoned."

"Yep, I think you are. How does it feel?"

"Sublime would be the first word I'd use. But at the same time I feel like all of my nerve endings are at the highest level of attention, feeling everything. It's intense, but I'm so laid back it doesn't stress me out. It's very nice."

I sat down next to her and laid back. "Oh, yeah," I muttered, in stoned agreement. I relaxed and allowed the onslaught of visuals that I hoped would arrive. I rolled another joint and lit it. I toked and passed it to Colleen. She took in another deep toke and then smilingly offered it to the teens next to us.

"Is this your first time getting stoned?" the girl asked, graciously accepting the proffered joint.

"Oh, yeah, and it's great."

"Just wait till you have sex while stoned," the girl shared. "It's so fucking awesome!"

Hearing that comment, I opened my eyes just in time to see Colleen smile, saying, "Oh, gawd, I bet. It must be. I can't wait." She looked at me and smiled. The four of us finished the joint and fell into the typical stoned trance enjoying the music and the ambience of the coffeehouse. After several minutes of quiet stoned bliss, I felt motion next to me and I looked over to see the teens necking. Heavily necking. From the jaw action I could see, their tongues were fully engaged with each other, and her hand was visible caressing his crotch. His hands were all over her breasts. 

As much as I enjoyed the show, I knew they would get kicked out if they allowed this behavior to continue. The coffeehouses had pretty strict expectations on allowed behavior, and blatant sexuality was passé. Turns out it was their first time in a coffee house, having just arrived from the states. They had gotten stoned many times but this was the first for them in public. They quickly apologized, and I waved it off. We chatted for a few minutes, but they were both so hot they left to go back to their hotel room and screw. Colleen gave them her card telling them to call on her cell if they wanted. The girl sensually ran her tongue all around her pert little mouth, and then whispered just loud enough for us to hear, "Oh, I want." I was pretty sure she was going to get what she wanted tonight. And with that she turned and left.

When I turned to Colleen, she said, "That girl is smokin' hot. Isn't she?"

Wow. I hadn't even noticed. I tried to remember whether she was or not, but couldn't. 

"To be honest, I didn't notice."

"What, you didn't notice? I know you're older than me, but I was hoping you weren't dead yet!"

"Oh, I'm not dead. To be bluntly honest, my eyes have been solely focused on you tonight, Sorry 'bout that."

She laughed and her eyes sparkled. "Come on now. I know you were watching them. But thanks for the compliment." She was still laid back in the chair, and even in the dim light of the coffeehouse I could see her tits pushing the tee shirt out. My eyes lingered longer than they should have. "And, believe it or not, I am enjoying your staring at my boobs. Enjoy it, and I'm pretty sure you'll see a lot more than that."

I figured the pot had gotten to her, as I was still struggling to rationalize tonight's behavior with the previous evening's emotional outpouring. "We'll just have to see where we go from here," I answered ambivalently.

We took another couple of tokes, guaranteeing that we would both be completely ripped when we went back to the hotel. I fetched us two more beers, and we drifted back into the pot-induced reverie. In my mind I had already fucked Colleen, but I wasn't completely sure that we would get that far in reality. I didn't want to screw up our relationship, and I really wasn't completely sure where her head was with all of the shit she'd been dealing with. We grooved on the music for another hour or so, when I suggested that we head back to the hotel and crash.


Colleen Ch. 01



She nodded agreement, but asked, "Is there a sex shop close by. I'd like to stop in one tonight." A slight blush and a mischievous grin was strong evidence that she not only wanted to stop at one, but that she intended to buy something.

"Yep, there is. It's right around the corner from here."

"Is it safe for me to go there alone? And, can I find it on my own?"

I contemplated my answer. I knew it was completely safe, as long as she had her wits about her; the only question was how well she could handle the logistics in her stoner state. Finally, I answered, "Well, it's safe enough. I'm just concerned about your abilities, given how stoned we are. It can really send people for a loop the first time one gets this stoned."

"Yeah," she mumbled. "No doubt about it. I am very stoned. Let me see how well I can navigate going to the bathroom. I'll be right back."

She got up and head to the restroom. I observed and enjoyed every sway of her curvy hips and butt as she made her way across the room. I had to admit, she did a magnificent job of navigating through the crowded coffeehouse. And she looked luscious enough to eat doing it. When she returned a few minutes later, she asked me for directions to the sex shop. She asked me to wait, and promised to be back in twenty minutes or so. I got myself another beer and settled in to relax.

Colleen returned about 15 minutes later, carrying a medium sized bag from the sex shop. We shared a couple more tokes and headed back to the hotel. On the way back, she asked what I was going to do for the rest of the evening. I gave her a silly sham of a reply, telling her I was going to do some email, watch some TV and crash. The TV part was correct, as I was going to watch some porno and masturbate. 

Colleen was having none of my lie and retorted, "Yeah, I bet. Me, I'm going back to the room. I'm going to get comfortable and watch one of the pornos in the room. With my new stuff here," she said, holding up her bag, "I intend to discover what an orgasm is like while I'm stoned. And, I'll bet that you're going to masturbate as well." I had no response to that, still trying to catch up with Colleen's rapid advance into the sexual side of life.

Nothing else was said as we entered the elevator at the Marriott. As she exited on the third floor, one below mine, she handed me a key card, and said, "I'm in room 312. Come on down anytime and join me. And don't worry about knocking, just come on in. But, I'm not waiting for you." She turned and walked down the hallway before I could answer and the elevator door closed behind her.

I continued on to my room, my cock hardening with every stride. Colleen had so much as offered herself to me, and I was hesitant. Not the usual me, as my conscience argued strongly with my libido and the pot. By the time I reached my room, my conscience had lost and I knew I'd be going back to her room. The only question remaining was how long I should wait. Part of me was anxious to join her and watch her as she got more and more aroused. Another part of me wanted to walk in on her as she was masturbating wildly, catching her near her orgasm.

Anxious won out, as I quickly freshened up and got into more comfortable clothes. I was sliding the key card into her door lock within 10 minutes of our return to the hotel. I was expecting to get there before she had really settled in, but I was mistaken as I found her spread out on her bed wearing a filmy negligee, and her hands between her wide spread legs, obviously playing with her clit and pussy. "Come on in," she said demurely. "I'm glad you came on down. Get comfortable and join me." She hadn't stopped her playing at all and as I started to undress, she started moaning, adding, "These pornos are so fucking hot. Look at it."

I did as she said, finding four girls into an all girl orgy. Two were eating each other out in a 69 position, while another girl was fucking the last girl with a large strap-on dildo. Colleen continued to leave me in the dust sexually. It wasn't that the video scene was new to me; I was still trying to get my mind wrapped around being in her room watching her masturbate, after everything I had heard over the past 30 hours.

"God, that is so hot. I've never had an orgasm from oral attention." She looked me straight in the eye, and added, "But I intend to change that situation before I leave Amsterdam. Now hurry up and get those clothes off. I can't wait to see your cock. I really want to watch you masturbate. I've never seen a man cum from masturbation. Will you do that for me?"

My cock answered for me, springing free of my trousers in full nine inch arousal, as I undid the snap and zipper. "Oh, fuck, It's huge!" she exclaimed. Her eyes had left the TV and focused on my cock. I moved to the other bed in the room, but she stopped me, "No, sit next to me. I want to be real close as we do this. By the way, do you like my new outfit? It feels so sexy."

"Oh, it is. Very sexy!" I said as my eyes continued to drink in her near naked body. Her pale skin was flawless and taut, indicating that she worked out regularly. And right then and there, I decided that I was going to milk this for everything it was worth. Fantasy opportunities like this seldom occur in real life, and I knew I'd be kicking myself for the rest of my life, if I didn't go for it. "You are one hot woman. And I'm going to try to give you one hell of a good time on this trip. If you'll let me?"

"I'm counting on it," she responded. "But, for tonight, I just want to watch and be watched. After work tomorrow night, I will be yours for the trip. I will be your girl friend or slut or whatever you want me to be for the rest of our time here. Just promise me that you will keep me safe, but maximize my exposure to the seediest side of life you can. I have a lot of catching up to do. I at least need to catch up with my daughter."

"I would love to have you as my girl friend and slut toy for the trip. Who wouldn't? If you're sure about this, I wouldn't miss it. But, I'll give you one more chance to bow out tomorrow before dinner. It may just be the pot talking."

"Oh, I won't change my mind, but thanks for being so sensitive. But that has to stop tomorrow. You will be my boyfriend and will be in total control of what we do, where we do it, and with whomever we do it." She smiled at the last comment, and made sure I got the implied message. "You can fuck me as often or however you want, but please make sure that I get to experience more people than just you."

"Ok," I answered with still a bit of reluctance in my voice.

She noticed, and frowned at me. She paused the porno, and then she gave me a short lecture!

"Look, Henry! I'm a horny divorced woman in my 30's, who is sitting here next to you in near nakedness, offering to be your sex toy for a few days in Amsterdam. You are a single attractive male, obviously well endowed, and obviously horny. I know your heterosexual, and I know you've led an interesting and occasionally wild life. Having sex with a willing single woman is most definitely within your comfort zone. So, that leaves two possible reasons for why we are not already furiously masturbating while watching this porno. The first is you're protecting me sexually or being valiant because of my limited experience. The second has to do with the fact that we work together.

"On the first point, I said I was inexperienced, not naive'. I have only had sex with two men, and to be honest, neither of them was very good in bed, at least not for me. But, I have been masturbating since I started reading my mother's Cosmopolitan magazines and her trashy hot romance novels when I was fourteen. And I've been watching pornos since I was 25. And throughout my entire marriage and relationship, I've always masturbated. It's the only way I've been able to orgasm. And fantasies. Boy, do I have fantasies. And with all of the pornos I've watched over the years, some of them are pretty wild. So, as I've said before, I've got some catching up to do. And I intend to do it.

"Now, on the second point. We've already broken several company rules together. If you're worried about me complaining and ruining your career, like that'll happen. I happen to like having you in my life. And I'm pretty sure you're not going to turn me in for violating company rules. And if you're worried about me emotionally having a breakdown when we part our ways, I think I've done a pretty good job of showing you I can control my emotions at work.

"So, sit the fuck down, make yourself comfortable, and let me fulfill my first fantasy of watching a man masturbate until he comes all over my face. Please." She finished her lecture and promptly turned the video back on play, cementing the deal. After all, she was right.

I settled in on the bed next to her, setting my lube bottle on the night table next to me, and focused on the TV. Another scene had started, this one consisting of a girl and two guys. There was no lead in at all. Instantly, she was sucking one cock, while the other guy was rubbing his hard cock up against her twat. She was kneeling on the bed with her legs spread wide, giving us a full view of her wide open and soaking wet twat. Colleen dimmed the lights and we both settled in to watch. For the first several minutes, I focused on the TV, allowing myself to let the grass work, enabling me to relax. And it did. It didn't take long before the grass and the visual stimulation got to my cock. I felt it twitch and start to grow as the girl on the TV was now getting fucked by one guy while she was sucking the other guy's hard cock.

I snuck a peek at Colleen. She had fully relaxed with her legs spread loosely and was leaning back on the wall behind the bed. Her right hand was between her legs, and I could see her fingers moving slowly while buried between her thighs. My eyes slid upwards across her belly, where I could see that she was already breathing heavily. I enjoyed the delightful lavender negligee she still had on. What had started out as a very brief covering covered nothing by now. Her gorgeous breasts were fully exposed for my viewing pleasure. And the nipples that I had admired in the coffeehouse through her tee shirt were now fully erect and begging for attention. My eyes drifted further up her body to her face, expecting to see her watching the TV and grooving. As my eyes reached hers, I discovered that she had been watching me. A big grin played out on her face.

"Do you enjoy watching me?" she mouthed to me.

"Oh, yeah," I responded. "And my cock does too." She looked down at my crotch to see me stroking my now fully erect and hard cock.

"Oh my god!" she shrieked. "It's huge. You're bigger than many of the porno studs. And I thought they were big. My pussy is creamy wet at the thought of having you in me. Pounding into me. Stroke your cock for me."

I did as she said; quickly realizing that Colleen wanted to tell me what to do tonight. I gave jib for jab, "Play with your titties. Tease them for me."

She moaned and slid her right hand across her breasts quickly drawing her left nipple between her fingers and squeezing. She moaned, and then gasped.

I egged her on. "Squeeze it. That's right; squeeze it. Now the other one." She did as I told her, moaning again. "Now squeeze your clit till it hurts!" I saw the muscle in her arm tighten up as she obeyed my command.

Her moaning intensified. I kept up the pace. "Now slip a finger inside your cunt. Are you wet?"

She looked me straight in the eye as she answered. "Yeah. I am soaking wet. Don't stop stroking your cock. Show me how hard it gets. I can't wait to see your jism pumping onto me." 

I put more lube on my cock and continued to pump it, knowing I wasn't going to last very long at the rate we were going. But I wasn't going to stop now. I was going to take us over the top. "I'm going to cum for you, pumping my cum all over your face. And you're going to know that before this trip is over you're going to have that jism flowing out of every orifice of your body at one time or another."

"Oh, gawd, yes! I want to feel that cock inside of me. I want to suck on it. I want you to ram it down my throat."

I took control back and tried to slow us down a bit. "That's tomorrow. Tonight, you're masturbating for me. Show me how you bring yourself off. I want to see what you do when you're alone. Did you buy any toys at the store?"

"Uh, yes, but they were for me to use when I was alone."

"I know. I want to watch you use it."

"Them. Use them. I bought several toys."

I reached over and got the bag, pulling out several items. Nipple clamps, a vibrating egg, and two vibrators exactly alike. I held them up for her to see and asked, "Two? Exactly alike?"

I was surprised to see her blush. "One is for Sarah, so she won't try to use or steal mine."

"Oh," I said, putting one back in the bag. I gave her the nipple clamps to put on while I inserted the batteries into the remaining two toys. I handed them to her and then instructed her to go ahead and play with herself as if I wasn't there. She looked back at the TV and picked up the egg. I watched as she moved the egg to her clit and started rubbing it up and down her gash. She turned it on, and I saw her whole body visibly jump from the sensation. She moaned but didn't stop rubbing it against herself. I stroked my cock, keeping it hard, and inching towards my own orgasm. She had put the nipple clamps on fairly tightly, and I could see them bulging from the pressure. Apparently she liked it that way, as her breathing continued to get faster, as her arousal built.

She then picked up the vibrator, which was roughly six inches long. She slid it into her mouth and sucked on it. I knew she was doing it for my pleasure but her eyes never wavered from the fucking going on on the TV. She didn't suck on it very long before she took it out of her mouth and lowered it to her pubic area. I watched as she slid it fully up her twat without any hesitation. She turned it on, and I could hear it humming inside of her. I watched as she started pumping into and out of her cunt, all the time rubbing the egg against her clit with her other hand.

"Cum on, babe," I pushed her. "Fuck your cunt. Pound it in. Show me. Cum for me."

Almost right on cue, she was screaming, "OH, FUCK! I'm cumming! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh shiiiit! Yes!"

I knew I was about to explode, so I kneeled up on the bed next to her and continued stroking my cock just a couple of inches above her face. "Don't stop, baby. I'm building. Keep pumping that vibrator into that cunt of yours. Oh, gawd, yes. Oh, yeah. Here it comes, baby!" With that my jism erupted from my cockhead. "Oh, fuck!" I kept pumping my cock and stream after stream landed all over her face. Her moaning underneath me hadn't stopped at all as she continued to have climax after climax as she watched me cum.

She screamed, "Oh, gawd, I'm cummmming again! Oh shiiit! Yeeessssssss! Fuckkkkkk!" And with that final scream she pulled the vibrator out of her pussy, and tossed it and the egg aside, collapsing into a moaning heap of still sexy but wiped out womanhood. I collapsed next to her to catch my breath. I looked over at her and our eyes met. As I watched she licked as much of my cum from her face as her tongue could reach. Then she reached up with her hand and gathered it up off the rest of her face and proceeded to lick it off her fingers. Her grin indicated that she definitely enjoyed the taste of my spunk. 

Laying next to each other, we continued our descent from the highs of our orgasmic bliss for several more minutes. Eventually, when I finally ad my breathing back to near normal, I got up and started to dress to return to my room. Colleen asked me to stay for the night, but I declined, realizing we both needed our rest, and if I stayed, I'd be likely to try to fuck her some time during the night. The fucking part didn't bother her, but she agreed with the need for rest.



Colleen Ch. 02



Copyright © 2005 Texas Refugee. All rights reserved.

Warning!

This is not intended to be a stand alone story; it begins where the last one left off. If you have not read the first part, or some time has passed since reading the first part, you may want to read part one which is titled (oddly enough) "Colleen." You don't have to, it's just a suggestion, but if you don't know what is going on, don't blame me. Remember, I warned you.

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"Girls, meet you new sister, Noelle Rose O'Conner."

Meghan and Molly were literally shaking from excitement, their smiles as wide as it was possible to stretch. Patricia was studying Noelle's face intently and then whispered, "she looks just like Aunt Colleen...'cept no hair."

Mom pulled up a chair to the side of the bed. She gently took the baby from Colleen and sat down. Meghan, now age eight, Molly, seven and Patricia, three years old, crowded around her and continued to watch the baby up close as she slept. Mom studied the three girls that surrounded her and then the baby before raising her head. She had that contented half smile that she and Colleen share and said, "When it comes to making babies, my kids do a pretty good job."

Everyone took turns holding Noelle for at least a few minutes. Even Patricia got a chance when she sat in Sharon's lap and Sharon helped her hold the tiny bundle tightly wrapped in the blanket.

Jimmy and Mike showed up at the hospital just after lunch and the nurse told us that everyone would have to visit in shifts because the room was too crowded. As the sun was going down, Jimmy, Mike, Sharon and Patricia got ready to head back to Santa Teresa. Mi Lin had stayed behind to watch all of the cousins and get everything ready for the Christmas dinner. Colleen got a hug from Mike and Jimmy and Noelle got a tickle under the chin and kiss on the forehead. I got a handshake and a slap on the back. As he left the room Jimmy said, "It's a good thing she looks like Colleen and not you, otherwise the poor kid would never get a date when she grows up."

Colleen was getting tired so Mom took Meghan and Molly home to have dinner and get some sleep. Colleen and Noelle could come home the next day as soon as the pediatrician had checked Noelle and given the seal of approval. Mom was going to stay with us for a few days to help out until Colleen was back up to speed. Everyone tried to get me to go home and get some rest but I was adamant. Ever since our first date, Colleen and I had not spent one single night apart and that was not about to change.

I sat in the chair next to the bed holding Noelle. Colleen lay on her side watching us and softly talking to me until she slowly closed her eyes and went to sleep. Holding my daughter close to me, I felt emotions that I had never experienced before or even dreamed were possible.

I suppose they were the same emotions that my father had felt when his children were born. They were feelings of intense love and awe at the wonder that I held in my hands. I knew that I would lay down my life to protect this tiny life from the evil that is out there in the world. I looked over at Colleen and watched her breathing, thinking, "Good Lord, she even smiles in her sleep."

It was as if someone had slapped me awake from a deep sleep and everything became crystal clear to me. Looking at Colleen and Noelle I suddenly understood what the word family meant. All of the things that my father had said to us as children about family being the most important part of a person's life came rushing back to me. I had to smile and finally accepted that maybe Dad knew what he was talking about after all.

I will let you in on a dirty little secret. There is another emotion that all guys feel, and if you confront them, they will deny it. 

The first time we hold our newborn child, we are scared shitless.

We are afraid that somehow we will fail as fathers, that we will do something that will screw up our child's life. I was almost trembling from this combination of love and fear that were raging inside me when Noelle opened her eyes. She looked at me with an expression that said, "It's ok Dad, you can do this," then closed her eyes and went back to sleep. After that I calmed down and knew that once again my life had made a major shift and that it was all for the good.

Eventually the nurse came to take Noelle back to the nursery. She advised me to get some sleep while I still could. It wasn't until later after we got home from the hospital that I could appreciate what she was telling me. As the nurse left and closed the door, I reached over to hold Colleen's hand.

She slowly opened her eyes and whispered, "hey sweetie."

"Hey yourself."

Colleen gave me her half smile and asked, "Have I told you today that I love you?"

"Not yet, you were kind of busy earlier."

"Oh yeah, that whole giving birth thing...I love you."

"I love you too. Noelle is beautiful."

"I know." With that she squeezed my hand as her eyelids drifted shut and went back to sleep.

I sat next to her, again just watching her breathe as she slept. This was all new to me, unexplored territory. The only thing that equaled my love for Colleen was my love for Noelle. I should have experienced this a year ago, but Barbara had ripped that away from me and left my life in shambles. It was my sister Colleen, along with Meghan and Molly that had helped me glue the pieces of my life back together. Eventually I leaned forward and lay my head on the bed next to Colleen's and fell asleep.

I felt movement on the bed and could sense daylight through my closed eyelids. I got one eye open and started to sit up when my back rejected that notion. I struggled to get my spinal column into a straight line when I saw Colleen sitting on the side of the bed watching, trying not to laugh. With great difficulty I got my legs to unfold and stood up. Colleen hopped off the bed and came over to put her arms around my waist.

"You should have gone home and gotten a decent night's sleep."

"No...I'm fine...I'm ok...except...I...I can't feel...my left foot."

Colleen patted me on the check and said, "Poor baby." This was followed with a quick hug and a kiss.

"Why don't you go downstairs to the cafeteria and get yourself something to eat. Just be back by 8:30, that's when the pediatrician starts her rounds. We should be able to get out of here by noontime."

As I headed out the door I heard her call out, "And bring me some coffee..."

Down in the cafeteria I sat and had a muffin and a glass of milk while I finished waking up, getting the rest of the kinks out of my body from sleeping in the chair all night. I grabbed two coffees and headed back to Colleen's room to wait for Noelle's release so we could go home. I stepped into the room and stood there like the village idiot with my mouth hanging open.

There are times when you already know what to expect and have done all the mental preparation that you possibly can and yet when the event actually happens, you're still left dazed and confused.

This was one of those moments.

Colleen was sitting in the chair at the side of the bed with the front of her gown open. She held Noelle to her chest, nursing at her breast.

Of course I had seen other women breast feeding their children, but this was different. This was my sister Colleen, my best friend, nursing our daughter. I stood there spellbound, drinking in the sight, totally incapable of speech. Reaching out her hand, Colleen smiled at me and spoke of the only thing on her mind at that moment.

"Give me that coffee before I die."

It was a good thing that I had put lids on the paper coffee cups because the way that my hands were shaking, I would have scalded Noelle as I handed the cup to Colleen. Colleen knew instantly what was going through my mind at that moment.

"Relax, you're going to do fine."

"That's easy for you to say, you've already done this twice before. This fatherhood thing is leaving me a little shaky. What if I drop her on her head or something?"

Colleen laughed, "That's a chance we'll just have to take."

Moments later the pediatrician walked in and said good morning to everyone. She was Meghan and Molly's pediatrician and looked more like someone's grandmother than a highly trained doctor. Colleen had told me months before that she was the best in the county if not the state and she immediately put my mind at ease. She lay Noelle in the hospital bassinet and opened the blanket that was tightly wrapped around her. She began to gently poke and prod different parts of Noelle's body and listened with the stethoscope. She laughed when Noelle smiled in her sleep. 

"Ok, ten fingers and ten toes, got a great start there." She wrote something on small business card and handed it to Colleen. "Call the office and get an appointment for a one week check up. She's a beautiful baby and she's going to break a lot of hearts when she turns sixteen. Now you people get out of here and enjoy what's left of Christmas."

I called Mom at the house while Colleen was taking care of all the paperwork to leave. We walked out of the hospital at the same time that Mom drove up to the sidewalk in Colleen's car. I was holding Noelle as Mom hopped out of the car, walked around and opened the door to the back seat. I stood there staring at Mom and then at the infant car seat that was sitting on the seat. Finally Mom pointed to Noelle then at the car seat. Colleen and Mom began laughing as they watched me struggle to figure out how to strap Noelle in to the car seat. At last Colleen pulled me back and went up on her toes to give me a kiss.

"You really are new at this. Don't worry, we'll get you trained in no time."

We got back to the house just before lunchtime. The teen-aged girl from across the street had been recruited to watch Meghan and Molly while Mom had come to pick us up at the hospital. She was quick to let us know that she had a lot experience babysitting infants and was always available at a reasonable price. Colleen immediately got her telephone number and told her that we would definitely be calling her in the future.

Meghan and Molly had already eaten lunch so we went into the living room to relax for a few minutes before getting lunch for ourselves. As we stepped through the archway Colleen and I were surprised at what we saw. The Christmas tree was in the corner just as we had left it the day before, the presents still under the tree, unopened. But there was something new there.

Next to the tree was a rocking chair. It was at least sixty years old and had been painted black when it was new. The paint was worn on the edges but was still in good condition and all of the joints were still as tight as the day it was made. The back was straight and the arms were the perfect height for holding and rocking a baby. Colleen and I recognized it instantly.

The chair had been a present from our grandfather to our grandmother. It had been passed on to Mom when Colleen was born and she had held all four of her children in this chair, accepting their hugs and kissing their cut fingers. Now it was sitting in our living room. Colleen turned to Mom.

"How did this get here?"

"I had Mike and Jimmy bring it when they came up yesterday."

"Why?"

"Well, it's not like I'm going to be needing it, and in another thirty years you can decide which of your daughters will get it to pass it on to her daughter."

Colleen gave Mom a hug, nearly crushing Noelle in the process. She sat down in the rocking chair with the baby and Colleen and Noelle both had a look of utter bliss on their faces. Colleen looked at Meghan and Molly and said, "So girls, I think it's time to open some Christmas presents. Who wants to start?"

Meghan and Molly looked at each other then went over and reached under the tree. They walked to the rocking chair, each holding a present that Colleen and I had not seen before. The packages were wrapped in paper of an indeterminate nature and held together with many yards of scotch tape. On the outside of each present, written in a child's handwriting was a single word, "Noelle." They walked over and lay the presents on Colleen's lap next to the baby. Then Mehgan spoke.

"Santa didn't know about Noelle so these are for her."

Colleen handed the baby to me and carefully opened the presents. She stared at the contents for the longest time and then with tears in her eyes she hugged Meghan and Molly and whispered, "Thank you."

Inside the packages was Meghan's baby blanket and Molly's small teddy bear. They were the objects that were most important to the girls and every night they refused to go to sleep unless they could hold them tightly to their small bodies. Now, they were gifts to their baby sister. Children aren't supposed to make their Mom and Dad cry like that, it blows the strong parent image right out of the water.

I stared in amazement at the two young girls who less than forty-eight hours before had asked if they could call me Daddy. It was Mom who was able to speak first.

"Those are very special gifts. I'm sure that Noelle will love them forever. But I think it's time for you girls to open your presents."

With squeals of delight and hand clapping, they both ran to the tree and began pulling the presents out. As they opened each present in turn, they brought it over and held it up for Noelle to see, even though she was contentedly sleeping through everything. This symbolized how the bond between our daughters was to strengthen and grow with each passing day.

At long last the ordeal of opening the Christmas presents was over and we were all picking up the debris when I suddenly looked over at Colleen in great embarrassment.

"Damn, with everything that's been happening lately I completely forgot to get you a present...I am so sorry."

Colleen hugged Noelle closer to her chest and gave me her contented half smile.

"I think you gave me the perfect Christmas present."

After the adults had finally gotten a chance eat, we sat around the living room relaxing, just talking. It had been awhile since we had been able to have Mom all to ourselves for any length of time so Colleen and I were very happy. The weather was cooperating so Meghan and Molly were allowed to go outside and play in the yard. They didn't understand when we told them that it probably wasn't a good idea to take Noelle for a ride in the wagon just yet.

It was that afternoon that I had my next lesson in fatherhood...changing the diaper. This is a process that while second nature to female of the species, is a definite test of the male's dexterity and commitment to their offspring. I learned early on that it is a good idea to have a fresh roll of duct tape close at hand to insure a successful completion of this exercise.

Later I learned another interesting fact regarding this peculiar parenting skill. If the child is breast feeding, never...ever...and I mean NEVER allow the mother to eat Mexican food. The results the next day will have you racing to the telephone to call the Office of Emergency Services, begging them to send the Toxic Waste Disposal Unit to your house. Remember, what goes in the mother's mouth comes out the baby's bottom and if the windows in the house are painted shut, you are in for a very unpleasant three days.

As the day wound down, Meghan and Molly had their only argument of the Christmas season. They both wanted Grandma to sleep in their room and were not going to comprise under any condition. It was finally settled when Mom suggested that all three of them sleep together in Meghan's room because it was bigger.

At last Colleen and I were able to go to bed ourselves. The crib was in our room so Colleen took Noelle in to get ready for bed while I went around turning off the lights and locking up for the night. We had only been gone for one night but it felt like we had been away for months. Our own bed was going to feel good.

I stopped just inside the doorway of the bedroom. I will always remember the times that I have watched Colleen nurse our children and be filled with a sense of awe. Colleen was already in the bed, propped up on the pillows, leaning against the headboard. True to her promise, she was not wearing any nightclothes, the sheet spread across her lap as she nursed Noelle at her breast.

I sat on the edge of the bed and just watched Noelle sucking at the nipple, smiling at how lucky a person I was. Finally Colleen pulled Noelle away from her breast and adjusted the blanket around the baby.

"She's asleep, why don't you put her down?"

At this point I was still new to holding an infant so I carried the fragile life the five steps over to the crib and gently lay her down. It took me ten minutes to get her settled just right with repeated checking and constant monitoring to make sure that she was still breathing. I could hear the smile in Colleen's voice as she whispered, "Bobby, she's ok. Leave her alone or you'll wake her up, now come to bed."

The bedside lamp was on leaving most of the room in shadows and only lighting the bed. Colleen was still propped against the headboard as she watched me get undressed in the semi-darkness, a smile of eager anticipation on her lips. As I crawled into the bed, she pulled back the covers so that I could see her in all her naked glory.

The nurses at the hospital had shaved Colleen's pussy completely smooth for the birth so she spread her thighs apart, letting me see it's new condition. "How do you like my new hair cut?" she asked.

"It's...interesting...but I prefer the old one. Rubbing my face on your hair is so much more...naughty...don't you think."

"Don't worry, it will grow back, maybe thicker than before."

"You're just saying that to get me excited."

"Just thinking about you rubbing your face there is getting me excited."

She pulled me closer to her until we were face to face and then kissed. It had been forty-eight hours since I had held Colleen this close and it felt great to have her back in my arms. Colleen put her hand on top of my head and began to gently press downward until my mouth was in line with one of her nipples.

"You're going to like this. Bill used to love it."

Lifting her breast up and holding it in place, Colleen guided my head until my mouth was touching her nipple. I took it between my lips and began to suck. I was startled when sweet cream began to flow out of the nipple, into my mouth and down my throat. I had never experienced any thing like this before...well, actually I had but not since I was two years old. 

It was divine. I had to have more. I began to suck harder, gulping everything that flowed out until there was nothing left. Colleen gently pulled her breast away from me.

"That one is empty, try the other side."

I became a madman. I turned my head and grabbed the other nipple with my mouth, my arms around Colleen's waist. I drank like a man dying of thirst. Colleen softly stroked the back of my head until I had drained that side as well.

"So...did you like that?"

"Like it? I loved it! I don't ever want to stop doing that."

Colleen laughed. "Here's the deal. Noelle always gets first dibs but if she is anything like Meghan and Molly there will be a little left over for you every night. And who knows, if the schedule works out right, you just might get a little before you go to work in the mornings."

"Oh my God, I will love you forever."

"You already do Bobby."

After a moments rest, Colleen again gently pushed me down until my face was almost between her legs. I rubbed my cheeks against her pubic area where the swollen lips of her vagina came together; her skin felt as smooth as satin.

"But the doctor said that we couldn't have sex for eight weeks."

"You weren't paying attention, Bobby. He said that we couldn't have intercourse for eight weeks, not that we couldn't fool around." Colleen lay on her side, reached for my cock and gently tugged, forcing me to scoot around until I was facing the opposite direction. She held my cock with the tip just inches from her mouth. "I believe that you know what to do from this point on, so hurry up so we can get some sleep."




Colleen Ch. 02



(Well, here it is Chapter 2. I hope you enjoy it, and look forward to chapter 3)

The next morning I woke up and showered. As I dressed for the office, I had my laptop powered up and checked for emails. Then I checked my personal email, finding one from Colleen. I opened it.

Henry,

Last night was awesome. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

I want more. I am really looking forward to being your sex toy for the rest of our time here in Amsterdam. And since I am giving you total control for the rest of the week, I wanted to let you know some of my fantasies. I have many fantasies that are so wild or dangerous I'd never think about following through on them. This list includes fantasies that I'd be willing to do assuming it is in a safe way. I hope you find a way to make a few of them happen. They are in no particular order.

Girl girl sex Anal sex Tied up or down Public sex Giving blow jobs to multiple men one after another.  Harem girl Porn star Erotic massage Toys, toys, toys Watching porn with an audience Orgies Fucking a girl with a strap on Being exposed in public. Dressing slutty

Your sub for the week,

Colleen

I checked to see when she emailed it, and she had done it this morning, after she had slept off much of the high from our previous night's smoking. She was clearly set on having a wild week in Amsterdam. Now way was I going to miss out.

We met in the lobby and taxied to our company offices. Nothing was said in the cab. Both of us were completely professional, and I am confident that no one would have had a clue as to our shared intimacies of the previous night. I maintained total professionalism throughout the day, except for a fifteen minute break when I called my good friend Odette'. Odette' and I had been an item when we were younger and both going through ugly divorces. At the time, she had been a starving art historian. Our intense sexual relationship lasted a couple of years, but we had stayed in touch. Several years back she had inherited an upscale women's clothing shoppe from an aunt. Odette' wasn't exactly upscale in her style, but she managed to slowly convert the store from a staid upscale boutique to an upscale women's boutique focused on erotica and the party life. 

I explained my situation to Odette, telling her that I needed a wardrobe for Colleen fitted and available that evening. Odette asked me quite a bit about Colleen which I truthfully answered. So, just how wild can we go with the clothes? I wasn't sure how to answer that as I hadn't yet determined whether or not I could get us invited to one of the semi-private wild parties that take place occasionally in Amsterdam. The one that Odette and I had attended many years previously was extremely hot, and the clothing was designed to reveal and tease, and women outdid each other on what they wore. When I explained my doubt, Odette said it wasn't a problem. She'd get me an invite to a party the following night, and she suggested a dance club that was very hot for this evening. I told her to go ahead and plan my evenings, and provide a wardrobe to match. She agreed.

When I asked how much it would cost, she answered, "If what you say is correct, Colleen is a virgin when it comes to sex with girls, right?"

"Yep."

"Well, I just know that Lisette', that's my delightful and sexy little sales clerk would love to have the opportunity to seduce Colleen and have her way with her. And Lisette' and I have a little game. She seduces them and I get to watch from the privacy of my office. If you give permission for Lisette to have her way with Colleen, I can meet your wardrobe needs for well under $200 euros. And I guarantee that when you meet up with Colleen she will sexy and very hot. We will give her a spa treatment, massage, and shave her pubic area for you."

"How long will you need her for this?"

"Oh, I'd say we need about 3 hours."

"I'll have her there at 4:30PM, give or take.."

"Great. Just text me when you can tell me when to expect her. Would you like to watch the seduction? I can email you the login information to watch the scene, since I have it on my internal LAN.. And trust me; no one else will be able to see it. I couldn't stand the impact if my customers realized I broadcast them. I change the password after every customer."

"That would be awesome."

At about 3PM, we had pretty much finished up our work at the office. I ordered up the limo for the night that I had arranged through the company limo service. I knew it was a bit over the top, but it was only going to cost me about $30 Euros, with our company discount. We said our good-byes for the day, and Colleen hit the restroom. I quickly sent the text to Odette' and wrote out the instructions for the limo driver.

After Colleen returned from the restroom, we went downstairs and found the limo waiting. As I opened the door and allowed Colleen to enter the limo, I slid my hand across her buttocks, and asked, "Are you ready to submit to me for the rest of the evening?"

She turned and looked at me, pushing her ass against the palm of my hand. She smiled and responded, "Yes, master! I am yours for the evening."

"Get in the car," I commanded, which she did. I gave the limo driver the instructions and got in the car behind her, taking the seat across from her. She had clearly watched a considerable number of videos or read the books, because Colleen clearly knew how to behave as a sub. She was sitting in the seat, her hands in her lap, and her eyes downcast in a completely submissive pose.

"Are you curious about what is going to happen tonight?" I asked.

"Yes, master," she answered, with her eyes still downcast.

I shared the basics. "We are going out for dinner and then to a party. But first, we need to get you some clothes for the evening. I have arranged with a little boutique to have you fitted in party clothes. How does that sound?"

"Very nice, master."

I lit the joint that I had previously rolled for the limo, took a drag and passed it to Colleen. I had her take several tokes and hold them ensuring that she would be quite high on her arrival at the boutique.

It didn't take us long to get to the boutique. I led Colleen into the store where Odette' was waiting. As I finished introducing the two of them, I tell Colleen, "I have made all of the arrangements with Odette'. She knows exactly what I want. Your only responsibility is to do everything that she or her staff tells you to do. Everything, no matter how strange. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master."

"Mmmm," Odette' observed. "Very good!" Turning to me, "We'll take very good care of her, and I'm sure you will be quite happy when you see her again in a few hours."

"Oh, I'm sure I will."

With that, I turned and left the store, wondering if Colleen had any clue whatsoever as to what was going to happen to her this evening and tonight. Even with my knowledge of what to expect, I really had no clue as to how it would play out with Colleen. If she really enjoyed it, it could become one of those really memorable weekends. If she got cold feet, and started feeling guilty, it could turn ugly. It didn't matter as there was no turning back. I got into the limo and the driver took me back to the hotel. 

It took almost twenty minutes before I got to my room and got the laptop turned on, and the internet hooked up. I typed in the website and the three layer pass code that Odette' had installed. A split image came up of the store and the back room. Odette' was in the store and Colleen was in the back room with a very cute petite girl. The girl was wearing a very short skirt and a sleeveless button down the front white blouse that had enough buttons undone to reveal ample cleavage. She had long dark hair that dropped below her shoulders, and I could tell she was talking. I didn't expect to receive audio, but I turned the laptop volume up just to check and was surprised.

"..we'll have you take your clothes off to start, so that your skin and muscles can relax to their normal state. That allows us to ensure that the clothes we select will fit naturally and seductively. Then I will shave your pubic region and give you a light massage to aid in the relaxation before we start the fitting. And as you take the clothes off, I'm going to light us up a joint."

I watched as the girl, Lisette' obviously, pulled a joint out of her handbag and lit it up taking a deep drag, and then sharing it with Colleen. Colleen took her clothes off, showing no sign of embarrassment. Lisette' set up a massage table as they each took a couple more drags on the joint.

Lisette' watched Colleen as she took her clothes off.

"You're beautiful," she said. "We should be able to find you a couple of outrageous outfits that will definitely show off your assets." Once all of her clothes were off, Lisette' led her out of camera range. I figured they were headed to the restroom for the pubic shave and I took care of a couple of business items, figuring it would be a few minutes.

About 10 minutes later the two of them reentered the back room. Colleen was still nude, and I could see that she was completely bare at the nexus of her legs and pubic region. Lisette', had changed into what looked to be a very short silk wrap that was held closed by a sash around the waist. Lisette' helped Colleen up onto the table and had her lay face down. As soon as Colleen was comfortable, Lisette' started the massage with Colleen's feet. My cock was already hardening as I contemplated watching Lisette' take Colleen under her spell. As Lisette' started massaging the backs of Colleen's calves, Odette' entered the room.

"So, Colleen, are you enjoying your visit with us so far?"

"Hmmm, yes," she murmured. "Lisette' is doing a good job of relaxing me."

"That's good, because the Henry I know will be making sure you have an exciting evening, so take advantage of the time now to relax." Odette picked up the joint, relit it, and took a toke. She then held the joint to Colleen's lips for her to take another toke. 

After a couple of tokes all around, Colleen asked Odette' how she came to know me.

"Hmmm, that's an interesting story that I don't often tell."

Lisette' chimed in, "Yeah, I haven't even heard it. But, if Henry is the American that Odette has referred to occasionally, you are one lucky lady, Colleen."

"How's that?"

Lisette' answered, "Well Odette' did tell me about the time she met her American friend in Washington, DC, and he had arranged for them to go to a party. Not just any party, but a don/sub party. Apparently, Henry treated her to a glorious evening. Right, Odette'?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Tell me about it," Colleen requested.

"I'm not about to tell you the whole story. I don't want to give away any of Henry's delightful secrets. You need to experience those on your own. But, I'll describe one part of the evening."

I was pretty sure I knew what was coming, as I flashed back to that delightful night of debauchery. When Odette' started in, I knew I was right.

"Well, the host and hostess of our party welcomed us at the door. They were in their fifties, but both were in excellent shape. He stood about 6' tall and was wearing a silk robe. She was a petite 5'2", and had on a kimono that made sure all of her curves were apparent. She had very nice breasts bulging out, and was carrying maybe 10 pounds too much in her tummy, but her face was gorgeous, and her smile infectious. The host explained that all new guests had to go through an interview. Henry had been there before, so he didn't need to, but I did. The hostess introduced herself as Liz and invited me back into a small office with room enough for a desk a chair, and a love seat.

"Liz sat down on the love seat, telling me to sit on the edge of the desk. I found this interesting, and a bit embarrassing. Henry had had me wear a very short black dress with no panties, and climbing up into the position would require me to spread my legs in such a way that my bare pussy would be obvious. Her eyes took me in as I did as instructed, and I knew she got a very good look at my pussy, which was already a bit wet. I sat there as she explained the rules of the night. Essentially as a new sub, I would be expected to do whatever my master told me to do. She explained that on the second visit and thereafter, all subs had to submit to any master at the party. She also explained that they would also have dom/sub nights where the men were all sub, and the women were dom, whereas all the women were to be sub tonight.

"She asked me if any of the rules bothered me. I shook my head, accepting the rules of the evening. She then gave me my safe word, which I was to use only if I felt the situation was getting out of hand.

"Liz then explained that she liked to check out new women personally, and told me to spread my legs. I did as she asked, and then she slid out of the love seat, kneeling on the floor between my legs, and staring straight into my twat. I knew she could see how aroused I was. She then slid her hands up between my thighs, spreading my legs even more."

I continued to watch the scene, and realized that Lisette' was doing the same to Colleen that Odette' described. Colleen seemed to raise her hips a bit off of the table, and I figured she must be getting aroused by now.

Odette' continued, "The next thing I knew, Liz was tonguing my clit. It wasn't the first time for me to be eaten by a women, but it was memorable. Her tongue started out very lightly, just teasing me with a very delicate touch." I half expected Lisette' to imitate the story with action, but she didn't, staying fully focused on the massage. "But that was all it took. I was so hot from anticipation that I was cumming instantly with my juices just flowing from my pussy. She didn't stop, though, sliding her tongue a bit lower between my pussy lips. I felt it probe at my pussy, which responded with gush after gush of cum. She lapped some of it up, but then she pulled back, leaving my pussy and upper thighs wet with my cream. She then announced that I was suitable to join the party, and she would return me to Henry. I asked if I could clean up, and she shook her head, explaining to me that all of the subs for the evening were not allowed to clean up after any session; the masters would take care of it, if appropriate. And, so she returned me to Henry with my thighs wet and my pussy sopping wet. And the evening got better from there." Odette then returned to the store where a sexy customer was waiting. 

Lisette' moved up the table and started massaging Colleen's back, shoulders, and arms. For the next several minutes she continued the massage, slowly moving lower and lower until she reached Colleen's buttocks. Without hesitation, Lisette's hands massaged Colleen's ass cheeks, and I watched as her fingers occasionally slipped between the creases of her ass. Then Lisette' ordered Colleen to turn over. Colleen did as she was instructed and laid back down closing her eyes. Her nipples were hard, either because of a cool room, or her arousal or both. For the first time I got a clear view f her now naked pubic area, and my cock hardened even more as I smiled, knowing that that pussy was mine for the next several days. Lisette' once again started with the feet and worked her way higher up Colleen's legs. Colleen opened her legs enough to allow Lisette' to have full freedom in massaging her inner thighs. Lisette' continued to rub Colleen's legs, slowly drifting her hands higher and higher. Soon she was completely focuses on the thighs, and I watched her hands slide closer and closer to Colleen's pussy with each massaging stroke. Colleen's eyes were closed, but I thought I could detect the rapid breathing that evidenced her arousal. Then she moaned and I knew that Lisette' was caressing her most intimate regions, teasing her, and playing into one of Colleen's espoused fantasies. Lisette' teased her a bit more, and then moved up and started in on Colleen's arms.

I continued to watch and my cock reacted, hardening in my pants. Soon, Lisette' was massaging Colleen's breasts, and there was no denying Colleen's arousal as I could see her clenching her thighs together in sexual hunger. Lisette' continued to move her hands lower on Colleen, kneading her belly, before sliding them across her lower abdomen. Then she slid one hand between Colleen's thighs and a moan told me that her fingers had found Colleen's clit. Lisette' continued to minister to Colleen's body with one hand focused on her pussy region while the other massaged her breasts, and squeezed her tits. I could now hear Colleen moaning in pleasure. 

Lisette' spoke softly, "Keep your eyes closed." Lisette' then removed her wrap which turned out to be her only article of clothing. She then climbed up on the table and straddled Colleen, with one knee on each side of her head. She spread her knees just enough that her own twat was just an inch or so above Colleen's face. She then lower herself to where she laying across Colleen and lowered her face to Colleen's twat. 

But before her lips made contact, "You are very hot Colleen. And very horny. You need to relax so that we can fit you with the clothes. I am going to help you relax." She then lowered her lips to Colleen's pussy. 

Colleen later told me that it was pure bliss, and I knew it had to be good, because Colleen started screaming almost instantly, "Oh, fuck! Oh, god! That feels so fucking good. Oh, shit! I'm cuuuuuuummmmmming. Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Then Lisette' silenced her by lowering her pussy down onto Colleen's face, and rubbing her pussy across Colleen's nose and then onto her lips.

"Eat me!" she commanded. "Stick your tongue up my twat. I'm so hot. Show me how much you liked it." She moaned. "Oh, yeah, that's right. Push it in as far as you can. Oh, yeah! Fuck me with your tongue. Oh, shit, yeah! That's good. I can feel my pussy creaming with juice. Can you taste it? I'm sure you can!" And with that, Lisette' climbed off the table.

"What's wrong?" Colleen blurted out as Lisette' dismounted her. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh, no. You were great!"

"Then why did you get off the table. You didn't orgasm did you?"

"No, I didn't, but you got me to just where I wanted to be. Nice and hot. I do my best work with a sexy woman like you if I am really horny. And you have done that for me. Quite well! And I think that you should be as relaxed as we can get you given the circumstances."

"Well, I'm not exactly relaxed, but I'm certainly quite mellow with the combination of the weed, and your delightful massage."

"Good, so let's start on your wardrobe for the rest of the week. At least your after-work wardrobe."

"I'm ready."

I turned the feed off at that point, realizing a couple of things. I knew that eventually Lisette' and Colleen would finish the session started on the massage table, and that the atmosphere leading up to it would be quite erotic, no matter what Lisette' said about calming Colleen down. I also knew that considerable time would actually be spent on putting the wardrobe together, and I sort of wanted to be surprised with the outfits as she brought them out. Odette' had cautioned me that I may want to do that even when she had given me the pass code for the web cam. And, I had quite a bit of work to do. And, finally, I knew that eventually one of the three women would give me all of the details. And I could savor and enjoy the eroticism at that future time.

I spent the next couple of hours taking care of some business. I also finished off what was left of our joint from earlier, knowing we'd buy more weed when we were out that evening. As I was getting dressed for the evening, there was a knock at my door. I checked the peephole, and there was a bell steward with a girl in some form of uniform carrying a .package. The bell steward explained the package was being delivered from Aunt Sophie's Closet, and asked I had ordered it. Security was quite tight at the time, and the hotel was being extremely careful, and it seems the shop had ordered the delivery girl to deliver it personally. I was a bit flabbergasted for a moment, having not ordered anything, when I realized that the name was that of Odette's little boutique. I figured she sent me over some more appropriate clothes for the evenings as she had a pretty good idea of what I packed for travel, and I hadn't packed to party.




Colleen Ch. 02



"It's fine," I said, as I unbolted the door and allowed the delivery girl to enter. As she entered, the girl turned and said, "I'll give you your tip when I leave," and giggled. The bell steward turned and left before I had a chance to grab a couple of Euros. The girl entered the room and headed for the bed, where she dumped her packages on the bed.

"Hi, there," she said in a delightful Boston accent.

"Whoa, you're from Boston it sounds like."

"Oh, yeah. Cambridge exactly."

"That's where I went to school."

"I know. Odette' told me."

Talk about a continuous stream of surprises. I knew my being stoned made it more difficult to integrate all the information, and I was definitely in information overload.

"Ok, so why don't you start at the beginning? Why are you here? And what are these packages?"

She laughed and smiled. "My name is Joanne, and I work for Odette' doing odds and ends for her. I sew, tend the shop, run errands and generally do whatever she might ask me to do. She pays me a little bit, I get to live with her, and I get to enjoy the benefit of living in Holland. And, Ilse, her daughter, and I are roommates at school. That's how we met. And these packages. She sent them over for you. Boy, are you in for some fun over the next few days. I will truly be impressed if you use all of these things in four days, but she told me to pack them. You are so naughty!"

I blushed a bit, "Naughty? Why what did you mean?"

"Why with all the things in these packages? You can't have ordered all of these things without having naughty thoughts. I know what's in here. I packed it."

I laughed, realizing that Odette' was really getting into this whole thing, as kinky as her mind was and was setting me up for one wild trip.

"What's so funny?"

I laughed again, "You see, I didn't order anything at all. Odette', your delightful employer, created the shopping list for me without consulting me. When you arrived outside my door, that was my first hint that there were packages, and I assumed that she had sent me some clothes for my trip. I take it these packages do not include any clothes?"

Now understanding the humor of the moment, Joanne laughed. "You mean you haven't got a clue as to what she sent you?"

"Nope, not a clue!"

She blushed then, realizing that there had to be some deeper connection between Odette' and I than she'd originally thought, having assumed I was just a customer. "So, how do you know Odette'?" she finally asked.

I contemplated teasing this poor young girl a bit more, but let her off the hook, "Odette' and I were quite an item several years back, and she clearly has a pretty good memory of my likes, packing me a gift package like this. She and I had some pretty wild times together. Pretty damn wild!"

"That explains a lot," she responded. "I hadn't figured out her warning to me when she sent me over here. She told me that when I met you that you would likely send me for a loop, but I had absolutely nothing to fear from you. Does that make sense?"

I nodded my head, "Oh, yeah, that makes sense. So, why don't you show me what she had you pack for me? I am really curious."

"Okay, but will you answer a couple more questions about Odette' before I leave?"

"I'm not sure. I'll listen to the questions, though, and then decide whether or not to answer. Is that okay? I don't want to violate her, and I wouldn't. Understood."

"Oh, yeah," she replied, as she started sorting through the bags. "And, you were partially right. Odette' did send you some clothes. Here they are." Joanne pulled out a beautiful silk shirt that just reeked of chic' and a pair of shiny black slacks. Joanne told me to try them on to make sure they fit right. I started into the bathroom to change, but Joanne stopped me. "You don't need to go in there on my account, and besides we may be having you put them on once or twice as I adjust them to fit you. Don't be embarrassed. I do this all the time."

It didn't bother me, and as I changed I asked Joanne a little bit more about herself. She was in her early twenties, studying art in Holland, and had met Odette' by accident when she responded to an ad to share a flat with Ilse' while going to school. Odette', Ilse and Joann had hit it off instantly and Ilse' and Joanne not only became flat mates but Odette' offered her a job. It seems she still had a tender streak for art students. I wondered to myself whether Odette' had fantasized about this young lady. I could remember that when we were together she occasionally shared her fantasies about some of her cute students. I never was really sure whether or not Odette' was really turned on by her young students or if it was made up for my benefit. Joanne had been rooming with Ilse' for nearly two years and they had become best of friends.

By the time I had learned all of this, I had stripped and put on the pants and shirt. They fit excellently and the feeling against my skin was smooth and sensuous. Joanne found some dance music on the radio in the room, and suggested that I dance to make sure it was comfortable. I was never a very good dancer, and had little self-confidence when it came to dancing in front of an audience, and my reluctance must have been apparent.

Joanne, who had been sitting in the chair while I tried the clothes on, jumped up and started to dance. She grabbed my hands and started leading me into just grooving with the music which had a fast and hard beat. I allowed myself to fall into the beat with her, and soon we were doing a pretty good dance together. Then she turned around with her back to me, and glided back to where her ass rubbed against my crotch.

"Hmmm," she murmured. "Feel that. I hope so. You see, I need to see how your pants look when you are sporting a hard-on, and this seems like a natural way to find out."

"Oh, yeah, I feel it."

"Put your hands on my hips, and follow my lead."

I did as she requested. Grinding her ass into my already hardening cock, she put her hands on mine and then slowly moved them from her hips up to her breasts, clearly leading me to fondle her smallish but nicely shaped boobs. No way was I resisting this, as I felt my cock respond. I didn't need to be led, so I started massaging her breasts as I pushed my cock up against her. I then lowered my face to her neck and slid my tongue lightly across her ear lobe. I whispered, "You're really hot, babe. You're really turning me on!"

"Hmmm. That's good. And if you continue to play with my breasts like that, you'll get me turned on as well."

"And is that bad?" I asked.

"No way. That's good. Except for one thing. If you get me turned on, you'll have to satisfy me before I leave. And I enjoy oral! So, do as you please."

"Hmmm," I moaned. "That seems fair. Especially, since I have to save myself for later tonight."

We continued to dance for another minute or so as she ground against me, and I continued to caress her breasts through her blouse. She was wearing a bra, but I could tell that it was quite sheer as her nipple responded to my attention. When the song ended, she pulled away, explaining to me that she still had to do her job or Odette' would be pissed. When I asked what would happen then, since I was the customer after all. She giggled and explained that she would be punished, providing no details.

She dropped to her knees in front of me, and started checking the fit of the slacks around my now raging hard on. The slacks had been tight when I put them on, but they were mad of a fabric that seemed to stretch with my body without any pressure or strain. Even though I told Joanne that it fit quite well, she took her time to check, sliding her hand across the bulge of my trousers, and even sliding it inside to ensure that it wasn't pinching my cock or anything. I was impressed with the trousers. They were always tight but never binding no matter what state of arousal my cock was in. In a couple of minutes of fondling and feeling, Joanne declared that the clothes fit fine. I still had a raging hard-on when she pulled her hands out of the pants. She then turned her focus to the other bags in the room.

Out of the first bag she pulled a couple of shrink wrap items. She handed them to me and I found I had a top of the line glass dildo. The other package had a remote control egg. As Joanne handed me the egg, she commented, "I love going on a date with the egg inside of me. I never know when my partner is going to goose me or where. That is so much fun."

Out of the next bag she pulled out a respectable collection of bondage gear. It included straps, cuffs, ropes, chains, butt plugs, nipple clamps, clitoral clamps, and miscellaneous other bits and pieces. She looked at me and grinned lewdly, adding, "These are from Odette's personal collection. I can already imagine the pleasure and pain your girl friend is going to experience when you tie her up in this gear. You can use it to tie her completely spread eagled to the bed, or bind her wrists to her ankles, what ever you choose. Personally, I prefer being spread-eagled."

"Really," I responded, drowning in the eroticism of our situation. I wanted to fuck Joanne so bad right then, but I knew I had a whole bunch more fun to cum. 

Out of the last bag she brought a strap on harness, including several sizes of cocks, giving the user a choice. As I picked the harness up to study it, the wear indicated it had been well used. It felt very supple and soft; ensuring that whoever was wearing it was comfortable and could enjoy the activity. Even though Odette' and I had had great fun together, I had never seen her fuck someone with a strap-on. The image flashed through my mind as I was grasping just how much of a hedonist Odette had become. She had been relatively shy when we first started dating. Once she was turned on, Odette' had become an animal in bed; it just took a little attention to get her turned on. Apparently, her sex drive had not diminished a bit since we had got our separate ways years earlier. And she had apparently assembled a nice collection of girls to play with, what with Joann and Lisette' in her employ. Secretly, I wondered if I might get to see Odette' in action with one of her girls

I asked her, "So have you worn the harness before?"

"Oh yeah, whenever Ilse wants to be fucked, it's my job to fuck her if she doesn't have a guy around. But I prefer it when Ilse fucks me with it."

"I thought you said it belonged to Odette'," I said wondering how Ilse got involved in all of this.

"Oh, it does. You see, Ilse discovered her mom's trove of toys when she was fourteen, and a few months later Odette' caught her playing with them. Apparently, as pissed as Odette' was, she knew that as high as her libido was, her daughter was probably equally horny, and combined with the normal teenage hormones she knew she wouldn't be able to control Ilse's sexual behavior. She wasn't about to try to tell her daughter to deny her feelings, so she decided to try to embrace them, and keep her daughter safe as she explored the world of sexual delights. Since then they've been like twin sisters when it comes to sex. There aren't any secrets between them; at least not sexual ones. I think it is so cool."

"So, when did you learn all about this?" I asked, my curiosity having been energized.

"If I had been paying attention, I would have learned it before I moved in Ilse, but in fact I learned about it on the first weekend after I moved in with Ilse. You see, they asked me several questions during our first meeting that should have hinted at it, but I just didn't expect mother and daughter to be so focused on sex together."

I was enjoying the conversation, learning more about Odette's life after we had last been close. I kept it going, "Like what kind of questions?"

"Oh, they asked several questions about my morality, like, 'How do I feel about watching public displays of affection?' and 'Do I mind being around nudity?' and the like. I figured that they just wanted to make sure that we would respect each other's space, privacy and lifestyles. And this is Amsterdam after all. But, I didn't get it at the time.

"We moved in together on a Tuesday. Anyway, that following Saturday night, I was home studying and Ilse had gone out for the evening with some friends. She got home about 11PM along with a couple of girl friends of hers. They were already stoned, but proceeded to light up a joint and get even more ripped. They invited me in and so I joined them. The next thing I knew, they were engaged in some very serious necking and kissing, with their hands all over each other. I was a bit embarrassed and told Ilse, I'd move to my room. She laughed and said I could if I wanted to, but I didn't need to on her account; that I'd better get used to her having sex around here, because she intended to not let me inhibit her sex life at all. I gulped, and as embarrassed as I was, I stayed and watched. In retrospect, I know I could have joined in, but I just sat there and watched. When I did finally climb in bed, I must have masturbated all night long. Anyway, they'd been playing with each other for about ten minutes, when Ilse's cell rang. Breathing hard, she answered, and I quickly realized it was her mom calling. It was a short conversation, but during it, Ilse told her mom exactly what was going on, including the fact that I was watching her and her girl friends." 

"Wow, what an introduction!"

"Yeah, and I've never looked back."

Joanne then handed me a small bag. Inside was enough Viagra to enable me to enjoy the next four days to my cock's content. "Here, this should allow you to fully enjoy your visit to Amsterdam. And that completes the collection of stuff I brought over. So, now I want to know more about Odette'. Does she allow men to fuck her?"

I laughed. "I don't know what her behavior is nowadays, but when we were dating; oh yeah, she fucked with men. Several times we'd be together for a weekend and fuck at least three times each day. We couldn't get enough of each other."

"So, did she ever use the strap-on on you?"

"No, I can't say we did that. The harness is new since our time together."

"Is she ever submissive?"

"Well," I hesitated, remembering the one time she had gone to a wild party as my sub. She had been fucked by several guys and eaten by a few girls as well. "Apparently, she isn't submissive with you, I take it."

"No, she has always been in total control."

"Then I'll let her answer that question when she's ready to."

"And why'd you two break up? Ilse has asked her that multiple times, and she hasn't answered."

"We didn't really break up. My job changed and I didn't travel as much, and we both felt that we needed to have our social life a little closer to home."

"Well, I think she still lusts after you!"

"Hmmm," was all I said. "Now, how about I bind you to the bed, and treat you to the oral attention you asked for earlier."

"Ooooh, that works." She quickly doffed her clothes and lay down on my bed face up and spread eagled. She was completely shaved and her pussy lips were swollen and spread wide. She had large nipples and big aureole on her smallish breasts, and they were standing up begging for attention. It didn't take me long to figure out the bondage gear, and before she knew it, I had her tied down to the bed. I was about ready to start playing with her when my cell phone rang. Caller ID showed it to be Odette'.

I answered, "Hello."

"Hello. We've finished with Colleen, and she is on her way back to your hotel. Is Joanne still there?"

"Oh, yeah, and thanks for everything! You've certainly done more than I expected. I'm sure Colleen and I will enjoy our stay."

"Oh, I think you will. She is one hot little lady. From what she shared, I suspect that she in one repressed little nympho. Did you watch much?"

"A little. I turned it off just after Lisette' had brought her off the first time, or what I assume was the first time and not the only time."

"You're right there. She had several orgasms while she was here. Lisette' would have kept her for a pet, if we'd let her. And what is Joanne doing right now?"

"Well, I have her stripped and tied to the bed spread eagle. I was about to give her her tip for everything she's done. She's been begging for some oral attention."

"Yep, that's Joanne, she's insatiable in that department. I'll make a suggestion, though. Just tease her a bit until Colleen arrives. Then have them do a 69 for you. I'm sure Colleen would enjoy it, and I know that Joanne would as well. And unless you've become a monk or a priest, you will too." With that she laughed. She then told me a bit more about the dance club we were supposed to go that night. Apparently, it was a pretty wild place, with not only a lot of dancing but a lot of groping and touching, and some pretty wild public displays of appreciation. She promised it would appeal to my voyeurism streak. We chatted a bit more before she rang off. Before we disconnected, she made me promise that we'd get together for supper once before we headed home. I agreed.

I teased and played with Joanne for the next several minutes, ignoring her pleas to dive down and eat her out. I would occasionally feel her pussy, but spent most of my time teasing her nipples, which were quite sensitive, as she moaned almost every time I tweaked them. I continued to torture Joanne with my teasing until the room phone rang. I answered, and as I expected, it was Colleen announcing her return to the hotel. I ordered her to join me in my room. I knew she would want to clean up first, as Odette' had told me they sent her back to the hotel with a sopping wet pussy. Sure enough, she requested time to clean up a bit for supper.

"No!" I commanded. "Come to my room, right now!"

"Yes, master," she replied and disconnected the phone.

While we waited I told Joanne that she'd be eaten now, by Colleen, while I watch. Her body twitched in excitement. I then reminded her that Colleen hadn't eaten pussy before today, so she might not enjoy it as much as she hoped, as we had no clue as to what Colleen's pussy eating skills might be. I heard the door open as Colleen used her pass card to get in. Both Joanne and I watched the foyer as Colleen turned from the door and saw the scene for the first time.

"Oh, fuck! Who the hell is she?" Colleen was almost screaming, but was only mad for about 2 seconds before she realized that Joanne was naked and I was still dressed. She was dressed in a shiny lime green mini dress that hung from two straps over her right shoulder. The top, while it covered virtually all of her chest had many geometric opening cut into it, ensuring that as she danced or walked various portions of her anatomy would be visible, with a virtual guarantee that at some point her nipples would be out in the open. The lower part of the dress from the waist down did not have the cutouts making for an interesting contrast. However, to make up for that, it barely covered her crotch, letting everyone except the blind see her stockings and garters, but it was just long enough to hide whether or not she was wearing panties, at least while she was standing up. In a word, she definitely looked slutty!

"Colleen, meet Joanne. She works for Odette' and is Ilse's flat mate. Ilse is Odette's daughter."

"Yeah, I know. I met her. Ilse, that is."

"Oh," I said trying to do it nonchalantly. Finishing the introduction, "And Joanne, this is Colleen, my slut for the week. And now she is going to eat your pussy."

Colleen looked at me in surprise and gasped. She had to know it was coming, but I could tell it still caught her off guard a bit. But it only lasted a second or so as she climbed up onto the bed between Joanne's legs and lowered her face to Joanne's twat. Joanne's immediate moan told me that Colleen had made contact. The quickening of her breath and continued moaning indicated that either Colleen was a natural at cunt sucking, or else she had learned quickly at the hands of Odette' and Lisette' and perhaps even Ilse. She was definitely getting her girl-girl action this evening.




Colleen Ch. 02



I looked over at Joanne. Her eyes were wide open as she stared at me. My cock was hardening yet again as I watched this incredible scene play out in front of me. As Colleen continued to slurp at Joanne's crotch, I slid my hand beneath Colleen's short dress and verified that Odette' had followed my instructions. It seems she did, as Colleen was wearing a pair of short boxer shorts under the dress, and a thong underneath that. Neither kept me from feeling her wetness, as she was most definitely soaking wet.

I fingered her pussy lips around and under the crotch of the panties as she continued to mouth Joanne. "Suck her pussy, Colleen. Make her cum!"

Colleen was learning fast, as Joanne started screaming, "Oh, fuck, YEEEEAAAH! SHIT! OH, yeah! Stick that tongue up my cunt. Fuck me baby! Oh, shit! I'm cuuummmmmming!" I let Colleen continue to give Joanne mini-orgasms for another fifteen or twenty seconds before I withdrew my hand and ordered Colleen to stop and get off.

She did as she was told, her eyes focused on the bed. "Very good," I congratulated her. Now, untie Joanne. "And, Joanne, would you be so kind as to lick your cum off of Colleen's face when you are released. After all, we are headed out to dinner, now."

Joanne did as instructed. God, was I getting spoiled with all of these great looking subs apparently at my pleasure this trip? I was clearly in sexual nirvana. Joanne finished licking her own juices off of Colleen's face and forced her tongue between Colleen's lips. As if Colleen fought it. They were instantly engaged in an exciting lip lock and a lively tongue duel.

I stopped the duel before they ended up in bed again and sent Joanne on her way with a hug and a kiss. Colleen and I headed out to supper. 



Colleen Ch. 02



"What is this obsession everyone has with sleep? I don't understand."

Colleen looked down into my face with a smile. "Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough. Now get down to business, you're wasting time." 

With that she spread her thighs wider. She placed my cock into her mouth and began sucking in a slow rhythm. I wiggled my head around until my lips were in full contact with her vaginal lips and began to French kiss her pussy. I pushed my tongue in as deep as possible, scooping out as much of her juice as I could. I nibbled all around the opening, gently tugging on the lips of her cunt for as long as I could before I needed more. I changed the angle of my head until I could get her clit between my lips. By instinct, I began to nurse on her button the same way I had nursed on her nipples a few minutes earlier.

We continued to suck on each other for minutes, hours, days...who knows how long, we just kept going. Colleen stopped sucking on my cock just long enough to give her deep-throated groan. Suddenly she convulsed and gripped my head with her thighs. Half way through her orgasm she pushed her head forward, jamming my cock down her throat and began sucking and swallowing with wild abandonment. Within seconds of Colleen starting her orgasm I started pumping cum down her throat. 

When we had both stopped twitching from the explosion, we lay relaxed against each other, our lips still holding on. I slowly turned around until we were lying in the same direction and pulled Colleen into my arms. I reached down and pulled the covers up over us. As she was fading off to sleep Colleen whispered in my ear, "You eat my pussy almost as good as you fuck me."

It was obvious that I would not be seeing very much daylight in the next eight weeks.

When the screaming started I instantly sat upright and saw what was happening. I leapt out of the bed and in two strides made it to the crib and rescued my daughter from the danger that was about to harm her.

At least that was what I intended to do but it didn't quite work out that way.

When Noelle started crying it scared me so bad I nearly wet myself. I jumped out of the bed but became so entangled in the covers that I ended up falling down, my face on the floor and my hips and legs still in the bed. Colleen calmly got out of bed, picked up Noelle and lay back down as I continued to flop around like a dying fish, trying to free myself from the sheets.

"Bobby, what are you doing?"

"What happened... what's wrong...why is she crying?"

"Nothing's wrong, she's just hungry. Calm down and get back into bed."

With that Colleen grabbed the covers and gave a quick snap of her wrist. This released me from the sheets and I slid the rest of the way down onto the floor. As I got back into bed I looked over at the clock and was astonished to see that it was only 2:30 in the morning.

"Hungry, how can she be hungry? She just ate a couple of hours ago. Why is she crying like that? Doesn't she know that people are trying to sleep around here?

"Honestly Bobby, don't you know anything about babies?"

"How am I supposed to know, I've never had one before."

"Well, you might as well sit back and relax because you're in for the ride of your life."

As soon as Noelle's lips latched onto Colleen's nipple she stopped crying and ten minutes later was asleep back in her crib. I wrapped my arms around Colleen and faded off to sleep at last...until...

Noelle's shrill screams brought me back to consciousness. By the time I had forced myself to sit up, Colleen had already picked up Noelle and was getting back in bed.

"Oh God, what is her problem? Doesn't she understand the concept of sleep?

"Get used to it. She's going to have to nurse three or four times during the night.

"Every night?"

"Every night."

"Jesus, I haven't done anything to her and she hates me already. All I want to do is get some sleep. How long will this last."

"With Meghan and Molly it was only five or six weeks before they slept through the night."

"FIVE OR SIX WEEKS? You have got to be kidding me. I'll be a dead man before then...wait a minute, did you say 'only five or six weeks.' Does that mean it could last longer?"

"Do you remember my friend Cindy? It was six months before her son started sleeping through the night."

"Christ, just shoot me and get it over with."

Colleen just smiled. She whispered into my ear, "No can do bucko. Welcome to the wonderful world of fatherhood." She snuggled into the crook of my arm with her head on my chest. After a few moments of quiet she whispered again. "Bobby..."

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"You better, or I'm not going to make it."

One of the odd things that happened after Noelle was born was that we didn't have to set the alarm for the next several months. Every morning without fail, precisely at 6:45, never varying more than a minute, she would wake us up to get the entire house started on the day.

I had called the office and Peterson told me to go ahead and take the rest of the week off but be back in the office the day after New Years, no one was getting much work done during the holidays anyway. It was a good thing that Mom was in the house with us. If she had not been there I don't know what we would have done. Mom kept everything in the house running, leaving Colleen and I to focus on Noelle. Colleen was right, after several days of training by Colleen and Mom, along with Megan and Molly, I had the father act down pat and was working like a pro...well, actually more like an advanced amateur, but at least I wasn't terrified by own daughter anymore.

When Mom was with the girls I could overhear her telling them about their responsibilities.

"A big sister should always..."

"Because you're older you need to..."

And they did. Meghan and Molly jumped right in and did everything they could to help while at the same time doting on their new baby sister.

All too soon it was the day before New Years Eve and Mom had to get back to Santa Teresa. She needed a couple of days to get ready to return to her classroom of thirty second graders. Mike drove up with his daughter Patricia to bring Mom home. Mike said that Patricia had insisted that she come along because she wanted to see Noelle again. Now that I was a father myself I understood how difficult it is to deny something to your three-year-old daughter.

There were hugs all around and then Mom was gone, and our family was here in the house alone. I was standing alone in the living room when I began to feel a sense of abandonment and panic beginning take hold of me. At that moment Meghan walked into the room and looked at me. She put her arms around me and gently squeezed saying, "don't worry Dad, you're doing fine. I love you."

"I love you too sweetheart. Let's go see what everyone else is doing."

Each night before I fell asleep, what little of it I could get, I would lay in bed with Colleen on my arms and marvel at the beauty of our daughter and how much in love with Colleen I really was. 

The next few days were uneventful except for the fact that I still could not get a complete nights' sleep. Noelle not sleeping through the night did not seem to affect Colleen and the girls but it was turning me in to a physical wreck. On the appointed day I returned to work looking like the walking dead.

"Good God Robert, you look like hell."

I can count on Miss Jennings to always get directly to the point.

At the end of the day Colleen brought Noelle into the office to pick me up. As soon as they walked through the door, Noelle was snatched out of Colleen's arms by the first grandmother they ran into. We didn't see Noelle for the next hour as she was passed from one mother to the next. We could catch glimpses of her being passed along the way but never heard a peep out of her. Finally Harold Peterson was the last to person to hold her. He was standing in front of Colleen looking down at the sleeping bundle in his arms. He raised her up and kissed her on the forehead before handing her to Colleen then looked directly at me.

"She's beautiful child. Take good care of her."

He made it sound like both a request and command at the same time.

We made our good-byes and headed out to the parking lot. When we got there we were surprised to discover that every available inch in the backseat and trunk had been stuffed with presents for Noelle; clothes, blankets, toys, things that we had no idea what they were for. You name it and the people in the office had wrapped it up and given it to us. Turns out that this is the standard operating procedure for every baby born to the office.

Life quickly fell into our normal routine, as normal as it can be for a household with a new born. Meghan and Molly were back in school with all the exiting news about their sister. They would race each other home after school, the winner getting to be the first to hold Noelle. Colleen put all of her illustration jobs on hold and did not take any new projects for the next several months. She used her time during the day to focus all of her attention on our daughter. It was during these first few weeks that Colleen built the bond with her child, just as she had with Meghan and Molly.

Colleen still met me at the door every morning to send me off to the office for the day. Only now she was holding our daughter in her arms. Now, I got to kiss two beautiful women as I went out the door.

I was back in the office full time. Miss Jennings did something for me that earned my undying gratitude. For the fist three weeks after I returned, she sat at her desk during lunch and would not allow anyone to enter my office between 11: 30 and 1:00. This allowed me to get a full hour and a half nap that would keep me going until I got home.

Noelle did better than Meghan and Molly. By four weeks, she was sleeping through the night and Colleen and I began getting a full night's sleep. The next step was to deal with the bedroom situation. We didn't want it to appear that we were playing favorites about who got to have Noelle in their room, so our first thought was to have Meghan and Molly share a room and put Noelle in Molly's smaller room.

After dinner one night I brought up the subject but before I could get very far into the discussion, Molly stopped me.

"Meghan and I already talked about it Daddy. We think that Noelle should share a room with Meghan." 

Meghan was sitting next to Molly, nodding her head in agreement. Colleen and I looked at each other in confusion. If this was what the girls wanted, it was ok with us, but from the way they were grinning at each other I had the uneasy feeling that there was something going on between them that Colleen and I didn't know about. Seven and eight year old girls are not supposed to be involved in conspiracies. 

We spent the next Saturday rearranging the furniture in Meghan's room and moving the crib in. Once again Colleen and I were alone in the bedroom. My initial guess had been correct; I was spending more time with my face between Colleen's thighs than I could keep track of.

One of the first things Colleen had done after bringing Noelle home from the hospital was to march over to the calendar on the kitchen wall and draw a big red circle around Friday, February 19th. When I asked her what that was for, she just stared at me for few moments before answering.

"Eight weeks Bobby. Eight...long...weeks. God I hate this part about having kids."

"Eight weeks? Eight weeks for what...oh...that eight weeks."

At last the day arrived. I had finished my breakfast with Meghan and Molly, getting ready to go to work. I was rinsing the dishes out with in the sink when Colleen grabbed me by the arm and dragged me over to the calendar on the wall. She stood there holding Noelle on her shoulder with one hand and was tapping the large red circle with the index finger of her other hand. She looked at me with excitement in her eyes and her half smile on her lips. She leaned in and whispered to me.

"You had better eat a lot of protein for lunch today. You're going to need it tonight."

"Do we have to wait? I could call in sick."

"NO! Now get going, the girls are listening."

February the 19th was the longest day in history. It was at least three weeks long. It is very hard to pay attention to the business at hand when all you can think about is crawling between your lover's delectable thighs. It was made even more unbearable because several corporate officers had made their semi-annual visit to the San Miguel office. Fortunately, most of the time was spent sitting at a conference table so no one could see the obvious visible signs of what I was really thinking about while they droned on endlessly about corporate policy and projections. Even more frustrating was the fact I had been selected along with two other people to assist Peterson in taking the corporate people to dinner and then get them to the airport in time for the flight back to New York.

By the time I got back home it was after eleven o'clock. Everyone had already gone to bed so the house was dark except for a light in the hall. A faint light shown from under the bedroom door letting me know that Colleen was waiting for me. I stepped into the room and looked at the bed. Colleen was lying on the bed with only the sheet covering her, pulled up to her chin. She was grinning as I began to undress. When I started to hang up my clothes she spoke to me for the first time.

"Why are you taking so long? Leave those on the floor and get over here."

When I got to the side of the bed, Colleen flipped the sheet back and spread her thighs wide. I crawled onto the bed, got on my knees, settling in between her legs and looked down at her almost laughing.

"What is this?"

Colleen had used the brightest red lipstick she had and written instructions on herself. On her chest and stomach just below her breasts, in large letters, were the words, "INSERT COCK HERE." She had also drawn half a dozen large red arrows below her navel and on the inside of her thighs all pointing to her newly returned thick crop of pubic hair.

"I was afraid that you might have forgotten where all the pieces go."

"Well, it is a little hazy for me. I think that you'll have to help me get started."

Colleen reached down between us and took hold of my cock. My cock that been standing at attention almost all day was now like an iron bar. After stroking it a couple of times, she gently pulled it into place and inserted the tip just inside the lips of her pussy.

"Ok, I think that you can figure out what to do from here."

I leaned over Colleen until I could rest my weight on my elbows. I gently rocked my hips forward and began to push my dick into her. It was fortunate that she was as wet as she was because her cunt seemed to be even tighter than it had been before Noelle was born. Colleen was flexing her cunt muscles to make her pussy swallow me. I stopped when my pubic bone was resting on her clit.

"Oh GOD Bobby, I've missed having you inside of me."

"Not half as much as I've missed being there."

I began to withdraw until I was almost out then reversed direction. I slid back in, feeling the wet smoothness that grasped and squeezed my cock.

"Oh sweet Jesus I need this...thank God you remember what to do."

All I could do was grunt in response and begin the next stroke of my cock.

"That's it baby," Colleen moaned into my ear. "More, just like that."

Colleen had raised her thighs until they were gripping my ribs, her heels resting on the cheeks of my ass. She began to rock her hips upward, impaling herself on my cock at the same time that I was pushing myself inside of her, trying to go deeper with each thrust.

"It is so good to be back where I belong...I love you so much," I whispered back to her.

We lost all ability of speech and the only vocal sounds we could make were the grunts and moans of uncontrollable love. The slapping of our bellies and the slurping sound of my cock sliding in and out of Colleen's juicy cunt seemed to echo in the quiet of the night. We kept up a steady rhythm of pushing and pulling against each other for quite some time and then began to pick up the pace. I could see the expression on Colleen's face as she began to concentrate on what was happening to her body, her eyes begging me to make it happen. She started throwing her hips faster and harder onto my cock as I began to slam into her cunt with everything I had.

I could feel my nuts begin draw themselves up into a tight ball at the base of my cock in preparation for the impending explosion. Colleen put her lips next to my ear as she franticly whispered.

"There...now...now...almost there...Bobby...NOW...GOD YES I'M CUMMING...cumming..."

At the same time that Colleen's body began to spasm, my nuts began pushing my sperm out the end of my dick and into Colleen's waiting cunt. The harder her cunt swallowed the sperm, the harder my balls pushed it out. Finally she relaxed at the end of her orgasm but my body kept pumping the white juice into her. Colleen's smile grew bigger when she realized that I was still draining sperm into her.

"That's it Bobby...give it all to me. You know how much I need your cream in me."

At last I was empty and I rolled us over onto our sides, my cock still inside of her. Colleen kissed me deeply then pulled her head back and looked into my eyes.

"I loved Bill very, very much but my God he couldn't make me cum as hard as you do."

Her cunt was flexing and gripping my dick that was still embedded in her.

"Your cock isn't going down, does that mean what I think it means?"

All I could do was nod my head yes.

Colleen rolled us over the rest of the way until I was on my back. She was straddling my hips with my cock going straight up inside of her. She began raising and lowering herself, driving me as deep as possible on each downward stroke. Colleen never took her eyes off of mine, her breasts flopping around wildly as she pounded her crotch against me. Soon her eyes started to glaze over and I knew that she was ready. I grabbed her hips and with one last effort I pulled her down at the same I shoved up into her. Her orgasm triggered my own; we grabbed each other and held on as tightly as possible. Once again my balls were pumping sperm into Colleen long after she had finished cumming.

We slowly fell apart and lay on our backs, holding hands, staring up at the ceiling for a few moments, when Colleen rolled onto her side and lay her head on my chest. Her hand slowly slid down my stomach and I could feel her fingers traveling through my pubic hair. Colleen cupped her hand and gently cradled my balls.

"How many times are you going to drive that freight train across me Bobby?"

"As many time as I can, sweetheart, as many times as I can."

Eventually Colleen's slow rhythmic breathing let me know that she had fallen asleep so I wrapped my arms around her even tighter and nodded off myself. At some point during the night we woke up and made long slow deep love, then went back to sleep, my cock still inside of her.

I awoke to the sound of someone, several someone's, walking into the bedroom. Meghan and Molly had come into the room and Meghan was holding a whimpering Noelle. They walked around to Colleen's side of the bed and gently nudged her on the shoulder.

"Mommy wake up, Noelle is hungry."

Colleen stretched and rubbed her eyes then sat up. She arranged the pillows against the headboard then sat back, took Noelle into her arms and began to nurse. The girls and I watched as we always did in fascination. Eventually Molly said, "We're going to get some cereal for breakfast Mom."

"Ok...be sure you put the bowls in the sink we you're done this time"

As the girls went out the bedroom door and down the hall we could hear them talking.




Colleen Ch. 02



"Something smelled funny in there."

"I know, I think they were eating tuna fish in bed last night."

Colleen and I were both sputtering, trying not to laugh out loud. I looked at Colleen and began to openly laugh and pointed at her chest. She gave me a confused look and then glanced down at herself. She grinned at what she saw and lifted the sheet to take a good look at my chest before she began laughing herself.

The lipstick instructions that were on her chest and legs from the night before were now smeared all over her body as well me and the sheets. We were laughing so hard that Colleen almost dropped Noelle. We heard Meghan and Molly running down the hall and pulled the sheets up to our chins just before they burst into the room.

"What's so funny?" they asked.

This sent us into another round of uncontrollable laughter.

"I'm sorry honey, it's grown-up funny stuff. We can't tell you."

The girls frowned and went back to the kitchen. As they went out the door Molly said, "They never tell us any of the good stuff."

Even after a long shower and continual scrubbing, our skin was stained a light pink that lasted for several days. The white sheets were a lost cause. The lipstick color never did come out but everytime Colleen put them on the bed, I knew that I was in for a very long and intense physical workout after the kids went to bed.

Life was good.

I found great joy and contentment in being the family man. Even this early Noelle showed signs of developing a personality that involved lots of smiles and laughter and by the time she was three months old had mastered the art of sitting up. Meghan and Molly were nothing but a pure delight. They, as much as Colleen, were instrumental in teaching me the art of fatherhood.

It was in about the middle of March that Colleen came down with some type of bug that settled in her stomach. For a couple of days she was tired and listless and her stomach seemed to be queasy most of the time. One morning we were standing in the kitchen. The girls had finished breakfast and had gone to get dressed for school while I was gathering up my things to go work. I heard Colleen make a strange noise and I turned to look over at her.

She was standing there holding Noelle with a strange expression. It was a look of panic, dismay and confusion all at once and then the color began to drain from her face. I stepped towards her as she shoved the baby into my arms, turned and ran down the hall.

I walked after her and found her in the bathroom, on her knees, her face in the toilet. She was making gagging noises and then with one long drawn out moan began to spew out every thing she had eaten in the last twenty-four hours. I took Noelle back to the kitchen and Meghan and Molly came in with a panicked look.

"Is Mom Ok?"

"She'll be alright; she's just not feeling well right now. So go finish getting ready for school."

Over the next twenty minutes, the girls and I could hear Colleen in the bathroom. There would be several minutes of silence and then the retching sounds would start all over. At last we heard the toilet flush and the sound of running water in the sink. Colleen came out of the bathroom looking pasty white with a dazed look on her face. She took Noelle into her arms and rocked her gently.

"Bobby, call the office and tell them you're staying home today. Take the girls to school and stop at the pharmacy on the way home."

"Of course. What do you want me to get at the pharmacy?"

Colleen only stared at me with no color in her face and a bewildered expression.

Then it hit me what she was telling me."

"You're kidding me, right? It can't be..."

"Oh yes it can. Now get going."

I dropped the girls off at school then stood at the pharmacy door for half an hour waiting for them unlock and open up for the day. As soon as the store manager turned the key in the lock I shoved the door open and ran past him. I grabbed the kit off the self and threw some money at the cashier. I sat in the car for a minute thinking, then ran back into the store and bought two more kits for insurance.

When I got home Noelle was already down for her morning nap. Within minutes Colleen was bent over the bathroom sink, moaning and grunting as I stood behind her slamming my cock in and out. After we had calmed down from our climax, Colleen picked the stick up from the counter and studied it for a moment. She handed it to me and pointed to the plus sign that was showing in the little window.

Positive.

Colleen was pregnant again.

To say that we were stunned is an understatement. 

I took Colleen's hand and led her back to the bedroom. I slowly undressed her and she lay on the bed. I undressed myself then lay on top her and we began to make love, and that's what it was, love. The first time you make love with your partner after finding out she is pregnant is one of the most glorious experiences two people can share. We made love until we heard Noelle waking up.

Noelle was not old enough to comprehend that her mother and father were spending the entire day completely nude, feeding her and playing with her. Minutes after Noelle was down for her afternoon nap, Colleen was lying on her back in the middle of the living room floor as I lay between her legs, pumping my hips up and down, pushing my cock in and out of her as we both grunted out our love for each other. We did it one more time with Colleen lying back on top of the dining table while I stood between her legs, leaning over her, huffing and puffing until we both screamed "OH GOD YES!"

We were lying still, catching our breathes when I looked up at the clock that I could see through the kitchen doorway.

"OH shit," I yelled and grabbed Colleen's hand. I dragged her into the bedroom just as we heard the front door open and two small voices sing out, "MOM! We're home."

That night after the kids were down for the night, Colleen and I lay in bed talking.

"How could this happen?"

"Well, it's not like we were using a whole lot of protection here."

"No, I suppose not."

Colleen studied my face for a few moments then asked, "What are you grinning about?"

"I just realized that I get another chance to fuck my favorite pregnant woman."

Colleen rolled over to lie on top of me and began kissing my face.

"That sounds pretty good to me." She scooted her hips back until the end of my cock touched the lips of her pussy. "I think now would be a good time to start..."

Telling people the news was going to be much easier this time, but we decided to wait just a little bit anyway.

The next morning I went into work and as I walked past Miss Jennings' desk, she looked up and gasped. Miss Jennings followed me into my office and when I sat down at my desk I saw her staring at me, her eyes wide. After a minute of silence I asked the inevitable question, "What?"

"Colleen is pregnant again, isn't she?"

"Good lord how did you know? Did she call you?"

"No, you have that same stupid grin on your face as the last time. Don't ever try to play poker; you'll be destitute before you know what hit you."

"Listen, we're not ready to tell anyone right now so can we keep it just between us?"

"Alright, but if you don't get rid of that idiotic grin the entire building will know before lunch time."

Miss Jennings was right. It was almost impossible to not go around all day with a smile on my face. At home Colleen was the same. Meghan and Molly kept asking her what she was smiling about and when we were out in the neighborhood, total strangers would look at us and smile.

When Colleen was three months along, it was time to tell people, and since we were repeating the cycle again, we started with the girls. I said that I would tell them this time just so I could practice my new parenting skills. So, one night after dinner, Colleen reached into the cupboard and brought out the lemon meringue pie. After Colleen cut it and served the pieces to everyone, I began.

"Girls, can we talk for a minute?"

"Sure Daddy, what's on your mind?"

Meghan and Molly were trying not to smile, looking at each other out of the corner of their eyes.

"Meghan, who is your best friend in the world?"

Meghan looked startled, showing that she was caught off guard with that question.

"Molly is...Molly is my best friend."

"And Molly, what about you? Who is your best friend?

"That's easy Daddy, Meghan is."

"Ok, here is a hard question, who is going to be Noelle's best friend?

Their brows were furrowed for a moment and then their faces relaxed into smiles as understanding came to them.

"We don't know Daddy, do you and Mommy know?" The grinning got even bigger.

"Well, your mother and I were thinking that the perfect way for Noelle to have a best friend would be for Mommy to have another baby."

Meghan and Molly threw their heads back and began to laugh. Noelle was sitting in her high chair and began to imitate her sisters, laughing when they did and clapping her hands when they did. But she soon lost interest this and went back to eating her favorite desert, a pile of dry cheerios lying on the tray of the high chair.

The girls finished their desert then scooted back their chairs. As they walked away form the table, Colleen and I could hear Meghan whisper to Molly, "See, I told you they would."

Molly quickly spun around and returned to the table. With a serious expression she said, "Remember, no brothers. She's going to share a room with me," and walked off to find Meghan.

Colleen looked at me with a questioning look and said, "You don't suppose they already knew, do you?"

"I don't know."

Telling Mom and the twins was much easier this time also. The next weekend we drove down to Santa Teresa to Mom's house then called Mike and Jimmy to come over for a while. After lunch we were sitting around the table talking while all the cousins were outside. There was a lull in the conversation when I spoke.

Mom...guys...Colleen and I have some news to share with you."

Everyone's faces were blank for a second, and then began to change. Mike's face had a questioning look, Jimmy was suspicious and Mom looked panicked. Sharon and Mi Lin glanced for a second at Colleen who was wearing her contented half smile then all three of them broke into huge grins. 

"Colleen and I are pleased to announce the impending birth of a new grandchild for Mrs. Margaret O'Conner."

The statement was a tad overly grandiose but somehow fit the occasion. 

Everyone came around the table to hug us with their congratulations except for Mom. She was still sitting down, one elbow on the table, forehead in hand, slowly shaking her head back and forth. At last she raised her head up and looked first at me then to Colleen. She gave us a shrug of her shoulders and a small smile. 

"Well, I survived it once; I guess I'll live through this one too. Just make sure this baby is as good natured as the rest of the kids. The one thing I will not tolerate is an ill tempered grandchild."

Mom stood and hugged us, then all of the women drifted into the livingroom for an extended session of pregnancy talk. This left Jimmy, Mike and I alone in the kitchen. Mike and Jimmy were standing next to each other, arms crossed, their backsides leaning against the counter. Mike was smiling and Jimmy seemed to be lost in thought, both of them just looking at me. I could stand the silence for only so long before I spoke.

"Hey, don't everyone talk all at once."

Mike gave a small laugh then came over and put his arm around my shoulders.

"For a complete nitwit, you're ok. Don't let them let them tell you any different."

There was another pause of silence then Jimmy spoke.

"Bobby, I owe you an apology."

"Apology? What for?"

"Last year when you and Colleen told us she was pregnant, I thought both of you had lost your minds. Do you remember what I told you at the time?"

"Yeah...something along the line of you would kill me if I ever hurt Colleen."

"I meant it then and I still mean it, except now it's different."

"Different how?"

"Mike and I have been watching you and Colleen since then, especially since Noelle was born. You're totally incapable of doing anything to hurt her, you love Colleen too much, you always have."

"What does that mean?"

Mike gave me a gentle slap to the forehead. "Get real! Even when we were little kids the whole world could see that you were in love with Colleen. I think the only people who didn't see it were Mom and Dad. Colleen couldn't see it because she was so gaga over you. That's why we so surprised when she married Bill. You know, sometimes you had such a goofy look on your face when she was around, it was down right embarrassing to admit to people that you were our brother."

"I think there's a compliment in there somewhere, I just can't see it right now, but thanks, I appreciate it."

There was another moment of silence as we all looked down at the floor, processing our individual thoughts. Jimmy spoke softly without looking up.

"I wish Dad was here, I think he would be very happy about the way things have turned out. You and Colleen were always special to him." Jimmy raised his head and laughed. "Dad told me one time that he wanted all four of us to have ten kids each so that he and Mom could have a never ending supply of grandkids."

Mike and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. At the same instant we said the same thing out loud, "I don't think so." Still laughing, we went into the livingroom to be with the women we love. As we went through the doorway Jimmy whispered in my ear.

"Just remember what I said, hurt her and I will hunt you down."

This time, pregnancy was not a new thing for me and it seemed to go by much too fast. I don't think I am some kind of a pervert, but making love with Colleen when she is pregnant adds a whole new dimension to our lives. I absolutely adore her.

One night after a particularly satisfying session of love, we were lying in bed relaxing before turning off the light to go to sleep. I was lying on my back with Colleen cuddled in my arms. Her head was on my chest with her thigh draped across my legs, her ever expanding stomach firmly held against my hip. Her hand was slowly rubbing my chest at the same time that I was stroking her back.

I could tell by her body language that Colleen was thinking about something so I wasn't going to disturb her until she was ready to share it with me.

"Bobby, can I ask you something?"

"Of course cutie, what do you want to know?"

Colleen's face had that same furrowed brow frown that I had seen countless times on the girls when they were trying to get their courage up to say something.

"Do you ever think about us?"

"Of course I do. I think about you all the time."

"No, not me...us."

"What do you mean?"

Colleen sat up and looked down at me. "I mean do you think about us, you and me together, as a couple?"

I sat up and looked at Colleen. "What is there to think about?"

"Well for one thing there is the fact that we are brother and sister. We had a baby together and we're about to have another. This is California, not Arkansas, but I'm pretty sure that this is illegal in all fifty states. Does it ever bother you?"

"Oh, the incest thing." I paused to get my thoughts in order because it was important that I get it right the first time. 

"You're going to have to bear with me because I really don't know if I can explain this so anyone can understand it." Colleen sat waiting and listening.

"That night of our first date, and then that whole weekend, I didn't think about it at all. But after Meghan and Molly came home, that was all I could think about. Do you remember what you said about us having separate bedrooms?"

"I told you that I couldn't stand not having you in bed with me every night."

"Right, and I feel the same way. You also said when we started this that it was for the long haul, and you were right. You mean the world to me and I would die inside if we couldn't be together as partners."

I leaned over and kissed her on the nose.

"Look, we were grown ups when we got going. It's not like we didn't know what was happening; we had both been married before. And it's not like some sick adult taking advantage of an innocent child...well, you are older than me so it's all your fault and I'm totally blameless here."

I smiled at her, she stuck her tongue out at me and muttered, "blameless my ass."

"So, do I think about us? Yes, all the time. Do I think about us being brother and sister? No, I don't. I only think about how much I love you and how empty my life would be without you."

Colleen's head was bent down as she listened, her finger drawing slow lazy circles on my leg as she thought.

"I feel the same way Bobby, but sometimes I wonder if we're doing the right thing."

"It's not a question of right or wrong, it just is. I know that to other people it might seem weird and all, but I've never felt that anything was so meant to be as this, you and me. Under other circumstances, our lives might have gone down a different path, but things are the way they are. When I moved here from Chicago, if Bill were still alive, or Barbara hadn't done what she did, would we have still ended up in a relationship like this? I doubt it but you can't tell because there is no way to change the past. Bill died and Barbara did it. I am not going to spend the rest of my life playing the 'what if' game. The only thing that matters is that I love you and you love me. And there are three little girls right down the hall that we both love just as much. It's called family."

I reached over and stroked Colleen's belly.

"And I can't wait to meet the next member of our family."

Colleen reached up and placed her open palm against my cheek.

"I love you so much Bobby...sometimes I wonder...if I really loved Bill at all?"

I pulled Colleen close and held her tight.

"I have no doubt that you loved Bill, I could see it in your eyes everytime you looked at him. And he loved you, that's why I liked him so much myself, because he was good for you. You can't compare your love for Bill with your love for me; it's a different time, different place."

Colleen was quiet then whispered her biggest question of the night.

"Do you ever think about Barbara?"

I took my time before answering. I knew that Colleen was feeling extremely vulnerable right then and if I wasn't careful, I could hurt her very badly.

"When I first got here from Chicago that was all I could think about. But you, with a lot of help from Meghan and Molly, showed me that there is another life out there in the world. That I not only could, but would, live through everything and find a different happiness. Once I understood that, she just faded away from my memory. The answer to your question is no, I don't thank about Barbara. In fact I surprise myself sometimes when I realize that I was married before. It's almost like it was a story I read in a book a long time ago. It was something that happened to a fictional character, not to me."

I could tell that Colleen needed more reassurance from me so I continued.

"I loved Barbara very much when we got married; there is no escaping that fact. But that love no longer exists. That love is gone just a much as Bill is gone. They have both died and they are never coming back. You and I have been released to continue living our lives in the here and now, not somewhere in the past." 

"Do you think you should have stayed in Chicago and tried to work things out with her? Talked to her, at least let her tell you why she did it?"

"No, I don't, there would be no point in that. It's like this. If a drunk walks out of a bar, gets behind the wheel of a car, then drives sixty miles an hour down the street and kills a small child in the intersection, no matter what the drunk says, or explains, the child is still dead. The driver knew the possible consequences before he got drunk, but he made the choice to drink and drive anyway. For him to try and justify anything and hide behind some lame excuse that he was impaired by alcohol does not change the fact that the child is dead."




Colleen Ch. 02



"It's the same thing in a marriage. Love is a living and breathing thing. Barbara made the same promise to me that I made to her. The vows say 'forsaking all others.' She knew before she made her choice what it would do to our relationship, but she did it anyway. My love for her is just as dead as that child in the intersection."

"What could she say that would make a difference? That it was just sex and not love? That she loved me but had to have someone else's dick inside of her? That infidelity is acceptable in a marriage? That because I loved her I should accept that she would screw anyone anytime she felt the urge? That type of relationship might be OK for some people, but not me. I don't believe any of that. It's all a line of horseshit by someone who won't accept responsibility for their own failure in a relationship."

"I suppose that on some level maybe Barbara still loved me when she got pregnant by another man...she loved me...but not enough to put me first, to be number one in her life. If there was something wrong in our relationship, she obviously didn't love me enough to come to me and try to work it out; she just didn't care. That's why your love is so different, because I know that I am number one for you. I don't for one second doubt how you feel. I know you will never betray me."

I had to pause for a moment to digest in my own mind what I had just said. Colleen gave me a gentle kiss on the lips and sat back, waiting for me to continue.

"Barbara never said it out loud, but I knew that she was jealous of you."

"Me? Why?"

"Who knows. Maybe because it is so easy for you to be beautiful, it comes natural for you. She always felt that she had to work at being glamorous. I think she was jealous of how close you and I are...maybe that's why she did what she did...I don't know. The sad thing is that she had no reason to be jealous...I was in love with her, but she chose to destroy that."

We sat on the bed facing each other, just being silent together when Colleen took both of my hands in hers and squeezed. She smiled and spoke.

"When we were younger, I used to brag to all of my friends about how cute my little brother was...and still is I might add. I never did feel the same way about the twins as I did about you. They were always just my brothers, but you were special to me. Always have been, always will be."

I nodded my head in agreement. "Yeah, same here. As far as the incest thing goes, it's really not part of the equation. I don't get all hot fantasizing about hopping into bed with Mom..."

"Please, that's not a good mental picture for me."

"...and I'm not standing around drooling at the thought of all the nieces growing up..."

Colleen laughed. "That certainly puts my mind at ease."

"...the only important thing is that we love each other, no matter what our biological relationship is. I really don't understand this 'soul mate' thing I've heard people talk about, but I do think that you and I were meant to be together from the very beginning. The fact that you and I are brother and sister was just a bad accident on the part of nature. I want to tell you something that Mike said to me a long time ago."

"What's that?"

"One night when we were in college, Mike and I were sitting around talking, being philosophical, solving all the problems of world and we ended up talking about the family and stuff. Mike said, 'I'm sorry Bobby, you're my brother but Jimmy is my friend.' I never really understood what he was saying until I came back from Chicago. You're not my sister; I don't think you ever have been. You've always been my friend, and now you're my lover. Does any of this make any sense?"

"Yes it does." She leaned in gave me a small kiss. "Thanks, I feel a lot better." Colleen lay down, pulling me with her. She reached over and turned off the light. In the quiet of the darkness she held my hand and whispered, "I am never going to let go of my friend."

The relationship between Colleen and I was always good, but the conversation we had that night cleared up a lot of the lingering issues both of us had in the back our minds. It added a new dimension and depth to our love. But...

Gradually, something else began to creep into the back of my consciousness. I couldn't put my finger on it, I just felt that something was missing and I didn't know what. The more I thought about it the more it eluded me. For several weeks I struggled with it, trying to find the answer. Even Peterson and Miss Jennings commented that I seemed to be preoccupied.

It sounds like a scene in a low budget movie, but the answer came to me in a dream in the middle of the night. I sat up in bed with a jerk and yelled out, still half asleep. Colleen didn't open her eyes, just groggily asked, "What going on?"

"Nothing honey, go back to sleep."

I lay back down and stared at the ceiling. Now that I knew what was wrong, I had to figure out how to correct it. I spent the next few weeks playing out different scenarios in my mind, rejecting most of them, looking for the perfect plan that would fix everything.

Then one night I was in the kitchen cleaning up when Colleen walked in after putting the kids to bed. She stood there watching me for a few moments before she spoke.

"What's wrong?"

"What do you mean?"

"Something is bothering you. You're quiet all the time and half the time you don't even hear me or the girls. Now what is going on?"

I was having trouble finding the right words. I stood there looking at her before I spoke.

"I want to get married."

The expression on Colleen's face couldn't have been any worse if I had punched her in the stomach. Her eyes slowly got bigger and her bottom lip began to tremble. A tear rolled down her cheek then she turned and walked out of the room with out saying a word. I heard her walk down the hallway and close the bedroom door.

I tossed the dishtowel onto the counter and went to the bedroom. I stopped, took a deep breath before opening the door and stepped in. Colleen was sitting on the edge of the bed; her arms wrapped her mid-section, rocking back and forth holding our unborn child. Tears were pouring down and she was shaking when she looked up at me.

"How could you? You promised me."

"How could I what?"

"You promised me that you would never cheat on me, who is she?"

"Who is who?"

"The tramp...the slut you want to marry."

My head was starting to spin, everything had gone terribly wrong. Colleen's face was in her hands and she was sobbing uncontrollably. I walked over and knelt on the floor in front of her. I carefully pulled her hands away from her face then held it between my own.

"You are."

"I am what?"

"It's you. You're the slut I want to marry."

Colleen sat straight up and snapped her head back with a look of total shock.

"ARE YOU CRAZY?"

"No...I'm not. I've never felt so sane in my life. Colleen, I love you and I want you to marry me."

"But that's impossible!"

"Why?"

"Why? Because it's against the law, that's why."

"So?"

Colleen was frantically looking around the room, trying in her mind to latch onto something that would bring this moment back into reality. As her breathing began to slow down her eyes settled on mine.

"There is no way we could get married."

"Sure there is. All we have to do is get a marriage license, invite Reverend Stevens over, she says a few words for us out in the garden and then we have a nice party. Pretty simple actually."

Colleen was having trouble assimilating what I had said.

"We can't just waltz in and get a license."

"Sure we can, it's easy. Here, let me show you."

I went over to the dresser, took Colleen's wallet out of her purse and removed her driver's license. I pulled my wallet of my back pocket and took out my own license. I sat down on the bed next to her and held them out for her to see.

"This all we need."

"What?"

"Look, when we get the license, we only have to show them identification to prove that we are who we say are, we don't have to provide a copy of the family tree. What name does it say here?"

"Robert Mathew O'Conner."

"And what name is on this one?

"Colleen Margaret Wilkowski."

"Ok, who in San Miguel knows that we are brother and sister?"

She had to think about that for a few seconds. "No one as far as I know."

"Alright then. As far as anyone knows, we are two unmarried people living together, we had a baby and now another one is on the way. We want to make the ultimate commitment to each other and publicly say we are in love, what's wrong with that?"

The look in Colleen's eyes told me that she was not having any better luck in processing any of this.

"What about Mom and the twins?"

"Now that does have me worried a little, but I'm betting that if they can deal with us having two children together, then they will be able to cope with us getting married. What do you say? Will you marry me?"

Colleen stared at me for a few minutes then got up and walked over to the closet. With her back to me she began to undress and said, "I can't deal with this right now, it's making my head hurt. We'll talk about it later."

When she had finished undressing, she came back and stood in front of me in all of her naked glory. There was a confused look on her face and her hand was rubbing her forehead.

"Christ, the father of my children is a raving lunatic...I'm going to bed now."

Colleen got under the covers and rolled over with her back to me. She lay there quietly then spoke.

"And don't you ever call me a slut again."

The next morning Colleen was unusually quiet at breakfast. When she met me at the door before I left for work, I tried to talk to her but she put her hand over my mouth and shoved me out the door. When I got home that night it was just as bad. She interacted with the girls but completely ignored me. Even the kids were picking up that something was wrong. They didn't say anything, just looked at us with questions in their eyes.

I sat on the sofa trying to read as Colleen put the kids to bed. After fifteen minutes I had read the same paragraph a hundred times and still had no idea what it said. I had given up when Colleen walked into the room and stood in front of me, her protruding belly in my face and staring down into my eyes. I waited for her to say something to me.

"Yes," she said.

"Yes what?"

She rolled her eyes, looking up at the ceiling for a second and then back down at me.

"Yes, I will marry you. Apparently insanity runs in our family. I hope we haven't passed it on to the girls."

She turned and walked away. At the doorway she stopped and looked over her shoulder.

"Bobby, it's time for bed. We have a lot details to discuss."

And we did discuss the details, but first we...well, let's just say that we did lots of other stuff before talking about a wedding.

After two pregnancies for Colleen, telling the family about the wedding was a piece of cake. Sharon and Mi Lin were startled at first but that quickly turned to delight. Mike just smiled and under his breath said, "It's about time." Jimmy rubbed his temples with his fingers for a long time before he looked at us.

"You do realize that I'm a deputy sheriff, don't you? I'm going to pretend I didn't hear anything you just said."

Mom's only comment was, "You two only do these things to make my hair turn gray. How can we help?"

For all of the bravado that I had shown to Colleen when I first talked with her about getting married, I was terrified when we went to get the marriage license. Colleen and I drove to city hall one afternoon and walked up to the appropriate window. An old lady who was somewhere between eighty and death was behind the counter slowly writing something on a form. It seemed like she took hours before looking up at us.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes," I said. "We need to get a marriage license."

She looked at me, then at a very pregnant Colleen who was holding Noelle.

"I should think so," was all that she said before handing me a form to fill out.

Once we had returned it to her, she gave us the license, showing us where to have the minister and witnesses sign, telling us to return it within thirty days of the ceremony for it to be recorded and become legal.

Because of the circumstances, the wedding was kept exceptionally quiet and very small. Since there were three kids in our house and another on the way, Sharon and Mi Lin took charge so that Colleen wouldn't have to deal with any of that stress. For obvious reasons, the wedding would be in our back yard in San Miguel, too may people in Santa Teresa knew who we were.

Sharon and Mi Lin made numerous trips to San Miguel to take care of everything and Colleen was having a blast spending time with her two sisters. Mom made the trip with them half of the time and there was so much laughter going on that I had a hard time believing they were getting any work done.

A couple of days before the wedding I got a call from Mike. After exchanging pleasantries, Mike asked his question. "Have you guys got your rings yet?"

Rings. I leaned over and began pounding my forehead on the top of my desk.

"Jesus, Mike. I didn't even think about getting rings. What am I going to do now?"

"Relax little brother, I've got you covered. Some how I knew you wouldn't remember. I will bring the rings with me on Saturday."

The day of the wedding started out crappy. It was early fall and there was gray fog everywhere, but by 10 AM it had burned off leaving the rest of the day bright and sunny. The temperature us just right for wearing a suit without working up a sweat. Bill had built a small arbor in the backyard that was now completely covered with climbing roses. At 4 PM that Saturday afternoon, I stood in front of the arbor with Reverend Stevens waiting for Colleen.

For the actual ceremony, the only people there were Mom, Jimmy and Mi Lin and their two daughters, and Mike and Sharon and their three daughters. The only additional people were Harold Peterson and Miss Jennings from the office plus Frank and Linda with their daughters from next door. Frank and Linda had bought the house next to us about a month after I came from Chicago. Their two daughters were the same age as Meghan and Molly, and we had all become close friends. 

We heard a small noise and we all turned to look at the back door. The first one to walk out was Molly who holding a small bouquet of flowers in her hands. Meghan was next and she was holding Noelle who was sound asleep on her shoulder. All three of the girls were in the new dresses that Mom and Colleen had bought for the occasion and they were very far off the top of the cute scale. The girls walked to the arbor and waited. Then Colleen stepped out.

Stunning - breathtaking - there aren't enough adjectives in the English language to describe what I saw. Colleen was wearing an ivory colored dress made of raw silk that fell below her knees. It was devastatingly beautiful in its simplicity. It displayed every beautiful line and curve about Colleen including her pregnancy. While everyone else was smiling at how wonderful she looked, I was struggling to take a breath without wheezing, she was that beautiful.

As Colleen took her place next to me we turned to face Reverend Stevens. On Colleen's left was Meghan, holding Noelle and next to her was Molly. Just as everyone moved in and formed a semi-circle around us, I felt a small hand slip into mine. I looked down to see Patricia who was now four years old looking back up at me.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"You didn't have anybody on your side," she smiled back in reply.

The gathering settled down and waited for Reverend Stevens to begin. As she opened her little black book Patricia leaned in and in a clear voice innocently informed the Reverend, "My daddy says that now Aunt Colleen is going to be an honest woman."

The entire group was struggling to not break out into unbridled laughter except for Mike whose face had turned bright red and was trying to hide behind his wife.

The ceremony itself was very short. When it came to the point of exchanging rings, I glanced over my shoulder at Mike who smiled and pointed at Patricia. She was very slowly and carefully unbuttoning the flap covering the pocket on her dress. She reached in and handed two objects to the pastor. She said her blessing over the rings then handed one to me and one to Colleen. We looked down at what lay in our palms and both of us gasped.

It was our parent's wedding rings. 

We both looked at Mom who was smiling and nodding yes. We said our vows and exchanged the rings. The rings fit perfectly, as though they had been custom made specifically for us. After the last prayer, I kissed my new bride.

I felt Patricia tugging at the hem of my coat and she was wiggling her index finger at me to bend down. Cupping her mouth with her hand she whispered into my ear. 

"Are you still Uncle Bobby?"

I picked her up, swung her around and kissed her on the check.

"Yes sweetie, I will always be Uncle Bobby."

The caterer's that Sharon had hired began putting out the buffet and the other guests began to arrive. We had invited about twenty other people but we didn't tell them it was a wedding reception, we just said that it was a formal garden party. It was evenly divided between our friends in the neighborhood, my closest co-workers from the office and several of Colleen's clients. Soon the newcomers knew that Colleen and I had been married, secretly we were counting on the rumor mill to spread the news. The live-in boyfriend finally married the nice widow woman.

As soon as we could we found Mom to ask her about the rings.

"I want you to have them. I talked with Jimmy and Mike and they agreed with me. The rings are yours now." She paused for just a second with a small smile and said, "I know your father would want you to have them too."

The party went into the evening with Mom and the twins meeting most of our friends for the first time and everyone having a good time. There was one incident that happened where I could not have foreseen the future disaster in store for me.

Mike and Jimmy met Harold Peterson.

I have a used set of golf clubs and play eighteen holes maybe once or twice a year, almost always with my brothers. I don't play very well so it is not something I enjoy doing a lot of. After nine holes, my score is something that a professional bowler would be proud of, somewhere around 280 or 290. The twins are the opposite. They are fanatics when it comes to golf and every year they spend a fortune on new clubs and greens fees. As I said, once or twice a year they harass me into a round of gold. The problem with this is that I am by far the best one of the bunch. After years and probably thousands of dollars spent on lessons, they simply continue to get worse.

And then they met Harold.

Harold Peterson is possibly the only person on the face of the earth that could be more obsessed and worse at golf that Mike and Jimmy. I now had three people constantly nagging me to be the fourth man on Saturday mornings. Sharon and Mi Lin tolerated this small personality disorder of their husbands and knew that it was perfectly harmless as long as everyone wore a crash helmet. Harold on the other hand, was a widower with no one to keep him on a short leash and occasionally would slip into an uncontrolled frenzy at the mere mention of golf. It was inevitable that I would raise my number of golf games to five or six games a year. Colleen simply smiled and gave me big hug.

"Maybe you can give the boys a few pointers."

By nine o'clock everyone had left, the caterers had cleaned up and the only one who was still with us was Mom. She had taken a weeks vacation from teaching her second graders to stay with the girls in San Miguel while Colleen and I went on our honeymoon.




Colleen Ch. 02



The honeymoon wasn't an extravagant trip. Because of Colleen being so close to the time of giving birth, we couldn't travel very far or be gone for too long. We left on Sunday morning to drive up the coast for a couple of hours to Carmel where we had rented a bungalow on the beach for the week. By Wednesday night we missed the girls so much that we decided to cut the trip short and was back home Thursday afternoon.

Friday morning, Colleen and I were in the attorney's office starting the paper work for me to adopt Meghan and Molly and legally change their last name from Wilkowski to O'Conner.

One month later, with me holding her hand, Colleen Margaret O'Conner gave birth to Brigid Fiona O'Conner.

But this time, I was an old experienced hand in the maternity ward. I was on my way back from the cafeteria with two cups of coffee for me and Colleen when I passed a young couple in the hallway that looked to be barely out of their teenage years. She was wearing an open robe over her hospital gown and looked to be ten months pregnant. He was much taller than she and had his arm around her, helping her to move along very slowly. He had a look of panic in his eyes as though he might bolt for the door at any second. I stopped and handed him my cup of coffee.

"Here, you're going to need this much more than I will."

Having a new born in the house was not that new for us any more, it was just part of our daily routine. Noelle was now eleven months old and immediately took notice of the new life form that had invaded her territory. Colleen was sitting in the rocking chair with Brigid in her lap when Noelle toddled over and stared at the first person she had ever seen that was smaller than she. Noelle squealed "BeBe," clapped her hands, bent over and kissed her sister on the cheek.

Molly immediately stepped in and took over the care of Brigid, impatient that she couldn't move onto her room right away. When it came to Noelle and Brigid, Colleen and I are the parents, but Meghan and Molly are the guardians. The sisters' bond between the four of them is stronger than any I have ever seen.

There are certain images that are burned into my memory. One of those images is when I was in kindergarten and sick. I had some type of virus and was in bed for a couple of days, weak and not able to do much of anything. To this day I can see Colleen sitting on the edge of my bed, wiping my face with a washcloth and then reading me my favorite story. Another image I have is when I was about eight years old. I walked into the livingroom on Christmas morning and there next to the tree was a bicycle with my name on it. Standing next to the bike was my Mom and Dad, the joy in their smiles just as big as my own.

But there is one mental picture that I keep pulling out to look at. It was the day after Thanksgiving when Brigid was just a few days old. Outside it was cold and dreary, everything inside was warm and we were wrapped in the cocoon of our house. I was standing in the dining room and looked through the archway into the livingroom. A blanket was spread out on the floor in front of the fireplace and Meghan was helping Noelle play with her blocks. Molly was lying on her stomach, watching and laughing. Colleen was sitting in the rocking chair with her blouse unbuttoned while Brigid nursed at her breast. Colleen was humming softly to Brigid as she alternated her attention between her daughter in her arms and her daughters on the floor. Occasionally she would look in my direction and give me the gift of one of her contented smiles.

I love my family.

Now, with four kids in the house we had to address a specific logistical issue. We became the first family in the neighborhood to own a minivan.

The same afternoon that we brought Brigid home from the hospital, Colleen grabbed a red marker and walked over to the kitchen calendar. She counted off eight weeks and raised her hand to circle the date when I grabbed her wrist. I moved her hand down to the following Friday and wiggled the pen until that date was marked.

"Bobby, what are you doing? That's nine weeks, not eight."

"I know, but what day is that?"

She looked at it for a second then broke into a huge grin. "My birthday, I like the way you're thinking."

"This year you are having a special birthday," I said, wiggling my eyebrows.

Colleen's response to this was to give me her contented half smile and a hug. "Just do what you need to do, I can't wait."

I had been thinking about this for some time. My part of the settlement after the divorce had been a little over $7,800. Somehow it seemed like tainted money to me and I hadn't wanted anything to do with it. I was earning good money at work plus Colleen had her income from her illustration jobs and Bill's insurance. We hadn't needed to use any of the blood money from Barbara. All of this time it had been sitting in a mutual fund account collecting interest. Because of the rising stock market it was now over $13,000. I knew what I wanted to do with it.

Our parents had taught us to be careful with money. The four of us kids aren't cheapskates, but we don't spend money on frivolous extravagances either. We save our money and surround ourselves with comfortable things without living in debt up to our armpits.

Now, I was going to spend the dirty money on something that was outrageously expensive for no other reason than to celebrate Colleen's birthday. I had already spoken to Mom and the twins and they were saving that date to help us celebrate. When I told Colleen what I had in mind she felt my forehead to see if I had a fever.

About ten miles outside of San Miguel is a large rambling farmhouse. The descendants of the original owners from the gold rush era had expanded the structure and modernized the utilities without changing the charm of the architecture. It was no longer a working farm and the house had been converted into a restaurant and named after their great-grandmother, "Gypsy Sally." 

It is also the only five star restaurant between Los Angeles and San Francisco. There was a one year wait to get a reservation and many people planned their vacation itinerary around the reservation. It was the type of restaurant that did not have prices on the menu, but the cost at the end of the evening was about the same amount as a down payment for a house. I talked to Harold Peterson, he made few phone calls and got us a reservation on Colleen's birthday.

The nine weeks wait meant more time spent with my face between Colleen's thighs - not that I was complaining. But as her birthday drew closer, the more excited we became. This was going to be the once in a lifetime extravaganza.

One of the things that I had done was to hire a limousine. The limo picked up Mom plus the twins and their wives and brought them to San Miguel. This way they would not have to be concerned about the hour long drive back to Santa Teresa at the end of the evening. After they had arrived at the house, I ushered everyone into the livingroom where we waited for Colleen to finish getting ready.

As we stood around making small talk while we waited, I observed once again that the women in the O'Conner family were beautiful. Mom is an older version of Colleen with golden blond hair and deep brown eyes. Tonight she was wearing a pair of black silk tuxedo pants with a white silk blouse and a strand of pearls around her neck. We could all see where Colleen had got her curves and good taste from. Mom also had a while silk shawl with a twelve inch fringe around her shoulders.

Sharon is five eleven, only slightly shorter than Mike. Her medium brown hair is straight and falls down her back to her waist. Most of the time she wears it in a single thick braid but tonight it was hanging free with just a hint of a curl. She was wearing a jade green dress that accented the golden glow of her skin tones. The dress floated around her figure and was cut to fall below her knees, showing just the beginning cleavage of her ample bosom. Sharon was a big woman and while she would never be considered fat, she would never be accused of anorexia. Her Norwegian Viking heritage was obvious.

Mi Lin is five-six and thin. Her hair is jet black and hangs like a thick mass of shining silk thread, curling under at her shoulders. Her dress was a deep navy with a slit on one side that went from her calf to a couple of inches above her knee, showing just a hint of her thigh. The mandarin collar accentuated her slender neck. Her dark almond shaped eyes contrasted pleasantly against her fair skin.

Sharon and Mi Lin were roommates in college and double dated the O'Conner twins on a dare from one of their friends. The date must have gone well because within the year, the four of them were married in a double ceremony. Jimmy and Mike were just as much in love with their wives as I was with Colleen.

Jimmy looked at me and smiled. "Nice suit. Let me guess, Colleen picked it out, didn't she?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

Mike laughed. "Because it fits and it doesn't look like you slept in it last night."

They were right. Colleen had insisted that if we were going to do this we were going to do it right. She had gone with me to buy a new suit and spent an hour telling me to be quiet as she conferred the tailor while I tried on various options. My reward for being patient during this ordeal was a couple of hours of incredible toe curling sex that night after the kids were in bed.

Colleen kept us waiting for only a few minutes before she entered the livingroom. This time even Mike and Jimmy's jaws dropped when they saw their sister. I had not seen what she had chosen to wear before this very moment. I stood there speechless. In all of the times I had seen Colleen dressed up for an event, I had never seen her this stunning.

Colleen had designed her dress herself and had it custom made for her. As in everything she does it was clean and simple in its line but in its' simplicity it was stunning. It was a sheath dress but had been tailored to fit Colleen like a glove. It skimmed along every line and curve of her body but was not so tight that she couldn't breathe or move around.

The dress was made of black silk velvet that seemed to reflect the light everytime she moved. The shoulder straps were wide and it was cut low in a scoop across her chest revealing about three inches of her cleavage. It was the lowest neckline I had ever seen Colleen wear. The bodice of the dress was constructed so that her breasts were held together but still allowed them to sway gently as she moved about. In was cut so that the back of the dress was six inches below her shoulder blades. 

It was obvious that Colleen was not wearing a bra.

The hemline of the dress was about four inches above her knees and had a six inch slit on top of her left thigh. This slit gave her the freedom to move about without being constricted. She wore a pair of sheer nylons that were silver in color with a sparkle to them and a pair of low heeled shoes that were held on by a series of tiny straps.

Her nail polish and lipstick matched in bright deep red, a shade that our father used to call "Harlot Scarlet." The hosiery was sheer enough that we could see that the toenails matched the color of her lips. Depending on how the light would hit her, Colleen's appearance would change from simply tasteful to highly erotic and back again.

Colleen, Mom, Sharon and Mi Lin were congregated on the other side of the room from us, commenting on each others clothes as Jimmy, Mike and I were drinking in all of the beauty that was standing there.

Mike looked at Jimmy and I and whispered, "Is it legal to have so many beautiful women in one spot?"

Jimmy answered in his own whisper, "Gentlemen, I hope you brought your clubs because the animals out there are going to try to steal our women tonight."

Then all four of the women turned to look at us. This reduced my brothers and I to incoherent morons. The image of Colleen, Mom, Sharon and Mi Lin standing there smiling at us is one that is burned onto the retinas of my memory forever.

Finally Mom said, "Mike, will you do the honors please?"

Mike reached inside of his suit coat and drew out an envelope and handed it to Colleen.

"Happy birthday Colleen, this is from all of us."

Colleen read the papers she had pulled out of the envelope and smiled. She handed them to me and said, "That is great, thank you guys so much."

Mom and the twins had paid for a weekend for two at the Saint Francis Hotel in San Francisco and two advance tickets for the De Vinci exhibit that would be opening at the Legion of Honor Museum that same week, an exhibit that had already been sold out for six months.

Sharon was smiling when she said, "The weekend is for two, maybe Meghan or Molly would want to go with you."

Colleen only grinned. "No, I have a date with my husband that weekend. I think I can probably talk him into going with me."

I looked at her with a serious expression, "Only if you promise to be nice to me. Come here, I want to give you my present."

When Colleen was standing in front of me, I bent over and opened the drawer of the end table. I took out a small box that was gift wrapped with a large pink bow. I had spent months looking for this gift and was nervous about how Colleen would react to it. Colleen pulled the end of the ribbon untying the bow and peeled off the wrapping paper. She held the small box in her hand and smiled at me before lifting the lid. When she saw what was inside her eyes grew larger and she gasped.

"My god Bobby, they're gorgeous."

Colleen held out the box for everyone to see what was there. Inside was a pendant necklace with matching pendant earrings. The stones were teardrop shaped and were the deepest dark red that is only found in the purest of rubies. Everyone was ooohing and ahhhing and Mike slapped me on the back.

"What do you know, you're not as tasteless as we thought you were."

Jimmy was laughing, "Damn you Bobby, now I'm going to have to take Mi Lin shopping tomorrow."

Colleen stepped over in front of the mirror that was above the fireplace. She hooked the earrings in place, turning her head from side to side admiring how they looked.

"Bobby, come here and do the necklace for me please." 

I stepped behind her and could see the huge smile on her face in the mirror as I fastened the clasp at the back of her neck. I whispered into her ear, "I can't give you the rest of your present until everyone is gone." 

The pendant hung down midway between her neck and the beginning of her cleavage and lay against her chest. The contrast between Colleen's soft creamy skin and the deep rich red of the ruby was arresting. Colleen turned and put her hand behind my head, pulling it down until she could whisper in my ear.

"Thank you husband."

"I love you wife."

Colleen shifted her head until her lips were in contact with mine. My mouth opened and Colleen's tongue slid inside and began its dance of love. My arms went around her, one around her back and the other slowly sliding down until I could cup her ass. Colleen kept one hand at the back of my head, running her hand through my hair as the other went around my waist. Slowly she brought her leg up, the inside of her thigh massaging the outside my own as she hooked her calf around mine. Our groins were together and we began a small gentle rocking motion.

"AHEM"

I was startled by the sound of someone loudly clearing their throat. We immediately released each other as I spun around to face the room.

Mike and Sharon had suddenly discovered that the top of the lampshade was the most fascinating thing they had ever seen. Mi Lin was looking down at the floor with her hand shading her eyes and Jimmy had turned his back and was staring at the ceiling. Mom was standing there, staring with large saucer sized eyes and her mouth opening and closing like a guppy. I could feel more that see the color in Colleen's face turning a bright red to match my own. After several seconds that seemed like hours of embarrassment, Mom spoke.

"Will you two try to control yourselves! Colleen, go fix your make-up. Robert, you have lipstick all over your face."

Mom only calls me Robert when she is near the snapping point.

Like two small children that had been caught being naughty, Colleen and I slipped into the bathroom to repair the damage.

Once we arrived at the restaurant and the meal was begun, we understood why it had the reputation it did. There were a total of ten tables in the room but each one had the atmosphere of being the only one there. The staff was quiet and unobtrusive; the only thing for us to do was enjoy the meal and the pleasure of our guests. The experience was proving to be worth every penny. As the waiters were serving the desert I looked down at my watch. I thought that we had been there for only an hour or so and was surprised to see that more than three hours had passed.

As we began the desert course, Sharon asked the question that we had all been wondering about.

"Margaret, how are things going with you and Dutch?"

Dutch was the husband of Mom's best friend. Lydia had died a few weeks before Dad and Mom and Dutch had turned to each other for support during the grieving period.

"Oh, things are going fine, not much new."

"Do you think that you and Dutch will ever marry?"

Mom gave a gentle laugh. "Good heavens no. Dutch is a dear friend and one of the sweetest men I know, but it's never going any further than what it is now. We both agreed that we're just not interested that kind of relationship, we're simply not attracted to each other that way. All of our dates are when one of us has to go to some function and we need someone to keep the sharks at bay. Once you reach middle age and suddenly become single, it's amazing how much the rest of the world thinks of you as fresh meat. But we did agree that once we turn seventy-five, if we're both still single, we'll become roommates just so we can have someone to talk to at night."

Colleen asked, "Do you think you'll ever remarry?"

Mom smiled. "I don't know, I don't really thinking about it. But if I did it would have be someone very special. Your father set a pretty high standard."

We were all lost in thought for a moment as we individually remembered Dad. Mom was still looking down at her plate when she spoke.

"I would like to say something." Then she looked up. "First I want to say Happy Birthday Colleen, you look absolutely radiant tonight."

"Thank you Mom."

Mom paused for a moment then took a deep breath before continuing. She glanced at everyone around the table before settling her attention on Colleen and I.

"I don't know quite how to say this correctly so I guess I'll just jump right in. When you two first came to us with the news about Noelle coming, I was not pleased, but you are my children and I will never turn you away. Since then, and especially after Brigid was born, your brothers and I have had a lot discussions and they have pointed out a lot of things that I had never seen before. I don't know how your father and I were so dense as to not see how much you two have loved each other your whole lives. But I do see it now and I'm OK with what you're doing. Family or not, I've never seen two people who care for each other like you two. Mike and Jimmy, that goes for you too. Nothing makes a mother happier than to see their children find the person they love and give me such wonderful grandkids. If your father were alive, I think...no, I know that he would be very happy. What I'm saying is that...that I am sorry for being so late to say this but you have my blessing. Keep making each other happy." Mom's voice was too filled with emotion to continue so she stopped speaking.

Colleen, Sharon and Mi Lin each sat with tears in their eyes. Then Jimmy spoke. "Mike and I feel the same way you guys, happy birthday Colleen."




Colleen Ch. 02



I didn't speak until I could get my emotions under control, and then it was barely above a whisper. "Thanks Mom. You don't know what it means to us to hear that from you."

We all sat in silence for a few minutes, then finished the desert and sat enjoying the after dinner coffee. Jimmy was telling us a story about some adventure involving him and his patrol partner, making us all laugh. Colleen was sitting with her arm on the back of my chair, slowly and lightly stroking the back of my neck. There was a lull in the conversation when she leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"I'm not wearing any panties."

Fortunately the coffee cup was empty when it slipped from my fingers, bounced off the plate and landed on the floor. The racket startled everyone except for Colleen who stood and said, "If you'll excuse me, I need to go to the ladies room."

Sharon and Mi Lin immediately pushed their chairs back and stood up.

"Sounds like a good idea, we're right behind you." Then they all left the dining room.

As we watched them walk away, Jimmy's brow was furrowed as he asked the question Mike and I were wondering about.

"Why do they do that?"

"Do what?" Mom asked.

"Why do women always go to the bathroom in a group like that, is it some sort of herd instinct?"

Mom only laughed. "It's one of those secrets that only women know and I'm not going to be the one to tell. You're just going to have to suffer without knowing, just like your father did."

The four of us continued talking but after a while I noticed that our wives had been gone for quite awhile. Just as I was getting up to go look for them they returned to the table. As she sat down, Colleen had her half smile on her lips and she gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Where did you go, I was starting to get worried."

Colleen only smiled and whispered, "We had a very interesting conversation in the ladies room."

"What about?" I whispered back.

"Oh just girl stuff, I'll tell you later...when you're ready."

Sharon and Mi Lin had sat back down by their husbands. Mi Lin scooted her chair closer to Jimmy and it looked as though she had subtly put her hand in his lap under the tablecloth. Jimmy's mouth opened part way and his eyes rolled back as he slowly tipped his head upwards. 

Sharon leaned over and was whispering into Mike's ear. His head snapped around and looked at Sharon, his eyes bugging out as she slowly nodded her head yes. Mike looked first at Jimmy and then me, beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead. He gulped as he spoke.

"This has been a lot of fun, but...umm...I...uh...I...I...I have to get out to the job site early so we better get going."

Jimmy was quick to add, "uh...yeah, me too...I mean I have a lot of paper work to finish at the station...we better get going...quick."

Mom and I looked at each other, confused, but shrugged our shoulders and began gathering our stuff to leave. Mike and Jimmy were doing everything they could to get us to hurry and I noticed that Colleen, Sharon and Mi Lin each had a small conspiratorial smile on their faces.

On the ride back to the house, conversation was stilted and the twins seemed nervous and agitated. I invited everyone in for some tea before they had to go back to Santa Teresa, but Mike and Jimmy both yelled "NO!" The last thing I heard as Colleen and I got out of the limo was Jimmy yelling at the driver, "There's an extra hundred bucks in it if you get us home by eleven."

The tires were screeching on the pavement as the limo pulled away from the curb.

Colleen and I stood on the sidewalk and watched the taillights of the limo as it sped down the block and turned the corner. I was baffled by the twin's behavior and looked at Colleen.

"What was that all about?"

Colleen looked at me with her half smile and said nothing for a few moments before answering.

"Let's get inside; I'm sure that Debbie wants to go home."

We walked up the steps of the porch and stood at the door. Before I unlocked the door to go in, I took Colleen in my arms and pulled her to me. I kissed her lips softly and quietly said. "I love you Colleen."

"I love you Bobby."

After we got inside the house, we found Debbie sitting at the dining room table with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk, working on some math problems for her homework. Debbie was the teenager from across the street that did most of our babysitting.

"Hi Debbie, how were kids?"

"They were great. Noelle fussed a little about going to bed but Meghan took care her right away. When she and Molly get a little bit older, I think I'm going to out of a job. How was the restaurant?"

Colleen and Debbie were talking as Debbie gathered up her things to leave while I went to kiss the girls good night in their sleep. I was coming back down the hallway when I heard Colleen call out softly, "I'm going to walk Debbie home, I'll be back in a few minuets."

I raced into the bedroom and began ripping my clothes off. I knew that Colleen would take a few minutes to exchange pleasantries with Debbie's parents but time was short and I wanted it to be just right. Finally everything was ready and I lay down on the bed just as I heard the front door open. I listened as Colleen locked the door, turned off the last of the lights in the dining room and heard her footsteps in the hallway.

When she stepped into the bedroom, the light from the hall was shining through the doorway and the backlight made her hair glow even more golden. She looked at me lying on the bed as her half smile slowly turned into a grin of eager anticipation.

"I'm ready for the rest of my birthday present."

This is definitely not the end of the story.

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What started out as a simple story has now taken on a life of its' own. There will be a third and final (I promise) part. I had not intended to take so long to get this far in the story of Colleen and Bobby but I am a very slow writer and lazy to boot...not to mention that there is this thing called "Life" that continues to get in the way of all the things we actually want to do. I can't wait to find out what happens in part three.

Since I'm not getting paid for this story, my only reward are your votes and the comments posted below plus feedback through the e-mail. So the far the comments have been positive and I am very grateful, they have made it all worth the effort. Please give me more; everyone likes to have their egos stoked one in awhile. 

Thanks. 



Colleen Ch. 03



Copyright © 2007 Texas Refugee. All rights reserved. 

Author's Preface: Yes, I am well aware of the fact that it has been a year and a half since I submitted Chapter 2. But I told you before you agreed to go into this reader/writer relationship that I was lazy. There are parts of Chapter 3 that you will not understand unless you read Chapter 2 and there are parts of Chapter 2 that you will not understand unless you read Chapter 1. So here is what you need to do. Because it has been so long, go back and re-read Chapter 1 and then Chapter 2 (or read them for the first time if you haven't already done so,) before you read Chapter 3. Go ahead it will be fun…try and see if you can read all three chapters in one setting.

 I dare you.

I double dog dare you.

(Don't make me issue a triple dog dare.)

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"I'm ready for the rest of my birthday present."

Colleen closed the bedroom door behind her and watched at me lying on the bed. If I didn't love her so much I would have been terrified at the grin on her face. The look in her eye was that of a starving predator and I was tonight's entrée. She slipped off her shoes and walked over to stand by the side of the bed looking down at my mid-section.

"Oh my, and you went to all the trouble of wrapping it too."

I lay on the bed, hands clasped behind my head, completely naked except for a large red ribbon tied in a bow around my cock.

"I wonder what could be inside. I guess I better unwrap it."

With that she bent over and grabbed the end of the ribbon with her teeth. She raised her head to untie the bow and pulled the ribbon the rest of the way off with her hands.

"It looks absolutely lovely but what am I supposed to do with it?"

From the second she had told me earlier at the restaurant that she was not wearing any panties, my brain started pumping blood into my dick. At this point it was about to burst as Colleen slowly stroked it with her warm smooth hand. She said nothing, her eyes smiling as she waited for my answer.

"I don't know. It didn't come with an instruction manual."

Colleen turned her head slightly, looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand biting her lower lip, and then looked back at me. She climbed up onto the bed, straddling my ankles. She walked on her knees up my body until she was directly over my cock. Colleen bent over and placed her hands on either side of my head and whispered in my ear.

"I love you so much Bobby."

Colleen took a soft nibble of my ear lobe and began gently kissing down the side of my neck until she reached the crook of my neck and shoulder. She straightened back up then reached down and took hold of the hem of her dress. With agonizingly slow movements Colleen raised her dress until it was up over her hips and around her waist. Her silver stockings were thigh highs that were held in place by a large band of black elastic lace. This was in contrast to the creamy texture of her thighs and stomach. 

By this time all of her pussy hair had grown back after having been shaved off for Brigid's birth. Once again there was the thick mass of dark silk threads that covered her pubic area and continued down between her legs. My cock had been hard since the restaurant and now I was about to pass out from lack of blood to my brain.

Colleen reached down between her legs and wrapped her fingers around my cock. My cock was so stiff that it almost hurt as she gently pulled back until it was pointing straight up towards her. She lowered herself until the tip of my cock came into contact with her pussy. She slowly rocked her hips back and forth, pushing my cock through the thick forest until I could feel the lips of her cunt. Still holding my cock, she slowly slid it back and forth against herself until I could feel the juice begin to drip out of her. Slowly her pussylips opened and I slid the tiniest fraction of an inch up inside of her.

Colleen kept her eyes focused on mine and continued to rock her hips, slowly working my cock deeper inside of her. I felt her cunt begin sucking on me as the head moved past her pussylips, following the path to its home. Colleen's eyelids made small fluttering movements as she pulled her hand away from my dick. With a sigh she relaxed her leg muscles and slowly let gravity pull her down forcing me further up inside of her. When I felt my balls nestled in the dense forest of her hair I knew that I was deep as I could possibly get.

Colleen stopped moving and was breathing deeply. She bent forward again, leaning on one arm. With the other hand she kissed the tips of her fingers then gently pressed them against my lips, slowly stroking my face then sat back up. 

She began a small slow gentle rocking motion with her hips, back and forth, not even an inch in distance. I slowly slid my hands along the tops of her thighs. Colleen placed her hands on top of mine and slid one of my hands to the inside of her thigh and pulled it up until it was tangled in the thick mass of her hair. She pushed down on my middle finger until it lay between the lips of her pussy, rubbing against the nub of her clit. Colleen showed me the slow rhythm she wanted then let go. 

As she continued the slow undulation of her hips, Colleen looked to the side and studied the clock again for a moment. She turned her face back to me and smiled. Still rocking back and forth, she raised herself ever so slightly and then lowered herself back down. Her cunt kept a slow rhythmic sucking, gently squeezing and releasing. I could feel the pulsating motions of her cunt walls against my cock.

I raised my hips to drive my cock deeper into her as she pushed herself down. Her hips were constantly in an agonizingly slow movement, her cunt grasping and releasing my cock while my fingers slid around and against her clit. I placed my hands on her hips to pull her down tighter against me and began to force myself even harder and faster into her.

Colleen put her hands on my wrists and pulled my hands away. She was breathing deeply and her eyes were starting to glaze over when she looked at the clock again. She looked back to me and panted, "Not yet…it's not time yet…slow down."

She stopped the movement of her hips but I could feel her increase the pressure of her cunt gripping my cock. Her silk clad thighs closed even tighter on my hips as she reached around behind and I heard the sound of the zipper on the back of her dress. Slowly the shoulder straps began to slide down her arms and the bodice of the dress gently fell away from her breasts. She pulled her arms free from the dress and pushed it down until it lay at her mid-section. The dress was now just a band of black velvet wrapped around her waist.

Colleen's breasts were full and heavy with milk for Brigid. The slightest movement, each breath, each twitch of her body as her cunt continued to suck my cock caused the breasts to ripple and wobble before my eyes. I raised my head up until I was close enough to kiss and lick along the side of each breast. Colleen put both of her hands on the back of my head and pulled me to her until my face was buried in the valley between those two glorious fountains of motherhood.

Dear God I love doing that.

Gently she pulled me away from her chest and quickly glanced at the clock. Slowly, ever so slowly she began the rhythmic rocking of her hips again, raising herself up on my cock and then sliding back down in an effort to push me even further, deeper inside of her.

I could feel the pressure building in my balls, ready to explode large streams of sperm deep into my sister. The pace of pushing ourselves against each other was becoming more rapid. Colleen's breath was deep and heavy and her eyes were starting to become unfocused. Her head started wobbling around on her neck when she looked at the clock again. In a voice filled with frustration and anguish she said, "Not…time…yet…oh God…"

Colleen stopped all of her movement and looked into my eyes. Her look was one of hunger and need and she was almost incoherent.

"Not time yet Bobby…oh sweet Jesus I love you…"

As her breathing began to slow down I made my cock twitch inside of her. She moaned and began the gentle undulation of her hips again. Again she started the torturously slow rhythm of our fucking, building up the tension inside of us both until we were both ready to explode. Again she looked at the clock and with voice filled with pain that came from deep inside of her soul she wailed, "Not time yet…not time…" and almost began to cry as she stopped all movement.

If I had been capable of rational thought at that moment I would have gotten up and thrown the clock out the window but the only thing my brain could process was my need to cum.

That was the pattern of our love making over the next hour. The slow gentle cadence of pushing our hips together as Colleen slid up and down my cock, gradually picking up speed almost to the breaking point and then stopping all motion just before the explosion when Colleen would look at the clock and her voice would weep as she moaned, "Not time yet…"

Over and over we did this until I was ready to throw her onto her back and continue fucking whether she wanted to or not. I placed my hands on her hips and pulled down in an effort to shove my cock deeper inside of my sister when she looked at the clock and grunted, "Now Bobby…now…it's time…put your sperm inside me…oh God yes cum inside me…"

That was all it took. I don't know how many orgasms I have had in my lifetime, but none have ever been as intense as that one. So intense that it was almost painful.

The second Colleen's cunt felt my sperm rocketing out the end of my cock, it clamped down hard to squeeze the life out of it. Her thighs gripped me tighter as her hips began uncontrollable spasms and her body began to convulse. She frantically grabbed the pillow that was lying next to her and brought it to her face. She bit down hard and began screaming into the pillow in an effort to not wake the girls that were sleeping just across hall from us.

Colleen's body gave one last major shudder and then stopped all movement completely. The pillow fell from her hands and she slumped forward to lie on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. Slowly the blood began to drain from my cock and return to my brain. The only thing I was physically capable of doing was the slow stroking of my hands on her back while her face was buried in crook of my neck. Gradually my heart rate began to slow down and the ringing in my ears stopped. 

My hands slid up until I could cradle her head between my two palms. I kissed her on the lips and looked deep into her eyes. All of the love that we have for each other could be felt in that look.

"What the hell was going on with you watching the clock?" I asked.

Colleen began to grin and then laugh. She placed her lips next to my ear and through the laughter she said, "Let's just say that right now Mike and Jimmy are two very happy campers."

Colleen woke me in the middle of the night by pulling on me until I was laying on top her.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to play with my birthday present again."

"Ok…but don't you dare look at the clock…"

I was down in the depths of a well deserved sleep when someone dropped a 20 pound sack of sugar onto my chest. The air rushed out of my lungs and my eyes popped open. There in front of me, no more that two inches away were the dark smiling eyes of Noelle. She threw her arms around my neck and began chanting half of her thirteen month old vocabulary.

"Daddy…DaddyDaddyDaddyDaddy…DADDY!"

She bent her head down to give me a kiss and in the process smacked her forehead into the bridge of my nose. My eyes immediately unfocused and one eyelid slammed shut as I moaned out something that sounded like "owgranabunakeek."

Noelle began sliding away from me as Meghan grabbed her ankles and pulled her backwards on her tummy. When she was close enough, Meghan picked up her sister and held her on her lap. 

My eyes were tearing as I struggled to sit up and look around. Colleen was still next to me but she was propped up by a large pile of pillows leaning against the headboard. She was smiling as she held Brigid to her breast and I could hear the quiet sucking noises as mother and daughter continued to cement their bond. Meghan and Molly were sitting at the end of the bed with their legs crossed Indian style. Noelle was settled into Meghan's lap, leaning back against her chest. She would occasionally bounce up and down while babbling something and then settle back down against her big sister.

Everyone was smiling except for me. I was struggling to get my brain and both eyes to focus on the same thing while uttering a series of unintelligible sounds. I was finally able to wiggle and scoot around until I was sitting up and leaning against the headboard myself. By the time I got my body into a comfortable position the girls were snickering at my efforts.

"Mom, is daddy always this funny when he wakes up?" Molly asked.

"Yes, he is and now you see what I have to put up with every morning," Colleen replied.

Brigid had finished nursing so Colleen handed my daughter to me. I held her on my shoulder and was gently rubbing and patting her back. Brigid made a sound like a small hiccup and then let loose with a belch that was loud enough to rattle windows in the next block. This sent everyone into an explosive fit of giggles and laughter. Even Brigid had a smile on her face.

As everyone began to settle back down I looked at my family and made an executive decision.

"All right campers, everybody up. Girls, take your sisters and get dressed while your mother and I take a shower. We'll meet you at the front door in exactly thirty minutes. We're going to Waffle World." 

Meghan and Molly popped up and began shouting and jumping on the bed. Noelle just laid back laughing and clapping her hands.

"OK girls, get going. Let's get this show on the road."

The girls headed out of the bedroom, Noelle hopping while holding onto Meghan's hand and Molly holding Brigid on her shoulder.

"Bobby, we don't need to go out, I was going to…"

"Nope, not going to happen," I interrupted Colleen. "There's a stack of waffles out there with my name on them. I'm going to find them and eat them and not think twice about it."

I got out of the bed and walked around to Colleen's side. I reached out and took her by the hand, tugging until she stood in front of me. She slid her arms around my waist and pulled me close, slowly rubbing her nipples against my chest.

"Watch it woman, don't get anything started. The girls could come back in here any second." 

"Ok, but you're going to owe me big time tonight."

I reached down and squeezed one of her ass cheeks. "You know that I always pay my debts."

Holding hands, we walked into the bathroom and got in the shower.

Meghan and Molly had Noelle and Brigid dressed and were waiting for us at the front door by the time we came out of the bedroom.

"What took you guys so long? You said thirty minutes and we've been waiting forever. We're hungry."

Colleen leaned over and whispered loud enough for the neighbors to hear. "We would have been here twenty minutes ago but your father couldn't make up his mind about his wardrobe."

Meghan looked at me with total amazement. "And that's what you picked out? Dad you need some serious help."

I had grabbed the first pair of jeans and sweatshirt I could find. 

Colleen was wearing my favorite pair of jeans, the ones that hugged her ass and thighs and always left me imagining naughty thoughts about my sister. She was wearing sandals that left her toes bare for me to see the red nail polish and a light blue scoop neck T shirt. She was still wearing the necklace and earrings that I had given her the night before. Meghan and Molly were buckling Noelle and Brigid into their car seats while I was locking the front door.

As I pulled the key out of the lock Colleen whispered in my ear.

"I'm still not wearing any panties."

"Wife, you're trying to kill me."

Colleen just smiled and pulled me towards the minivan.

Breakfast at Waffle World was uneventful except when Noelle discovered that the metal tray on her high chair made an interesting sound when she slammed her spoon down on it. She found this so intriguing that she began slamming it down repeatedly until we had to take the spoon away from her. This brought a collective sigh of relief from the rest of the patrons in the restaurant. Noelle crossed her arms on her chest then stuck out her lower lip and pouted for the next ten minutes until Molly began poking her in her ribs and made her start laughing. 

We finished eating our late breakfast and got out of the restaurant just as the lunch crowd started showing up. When we got settled into the van I asked the question, "Where to?" The vote was 5 to 0 in favor of the park (Brigid was abstaining because at two months she didn't care where we went.) 

In the van we always kept one of Meghan and Molly's soccer balls and an old blanket that we used for picnics. After we got to the park, Colleen and I spread the blanket out in the shade of a tree while the girls began practicing some of their soccer drills. At the tender age of thirteen months Noelle was able to demonstrate that she had a firm grasp of the three basic fundamentals of soccer.

One - chase the ball until you collapse on top of it.

Two - grasp the ball firmly in both hands and throw it straight up in the air.

Three - chase the squirrel that just ran in front of you.

After an hour of chasing the squirrel and her two older sisters, Noelle toddled over and sat down next to me on the blanket. She very slowly crumpled over sideways until her head was in my lap, her eyes closed with a tiny line of drool escaping from the corner of her mouth. Colleen carefully picked up Noelle and laid her next to Brigid who was already passed out on the blanket on the other side of me. Colleen sat between my legs and leaned against me, her back against my chest and my arms around her as we watched Meghan and Molly play a pickup game of tag with several of their friends from school.

When the girls began to show signs of running out of steam, we packed up and went home. After getting a snack and resting for a few minutes, Colleen stayed home with Noelle and Brigid while I took Meghan and Molly downtown to the library so they could get the books they needed for their school projects. By the time we got back, Colleen was minutes away from having dinner ready for us.

In twenty-four hours we had gone from a limousine and dinner at Gypsy Sally's to hotdogs and chips at the kitchen table. If I am given the choice I will choose Café O'Conner every time. 

Afterwards I cleaned up the kitchen while Colleen supervised personal hygiene activities for the girls. Finally all four kids were tucked into bed and it was time for Colleen and I to turn out the lights and head for bed ourselves.

With the door firmly closed we began to undress each other, all the while kissing and gently stroking, caressing. Colleen folded the sheet and covers back and then lay down with her legs spread. I carefully lay on top of her, my hips settling between her thighs.

Last night the sex had been about celebration, celebrating Colleen's birthday, celebrating the closeness of family, celebrating the end of two months mandatory celibacy. As I slowly slid inside of her, we recognized that tonight was about experiencing the love just between Colleen and I. There were no wild gyrations or bouncing around on the mattress, just slow and gentle movements and soft murmurs of unconditional love for each other. When our orgasms came they were slow, small and barely noticed, but the emotional exchange was greater than anything that happened the night before.




Colleen Ch. 03



(This is a continuation of the story about two work associates who explore the darker side of Amsterdam together. This is a fantasy based on a real person, but it has most definitely not occurred. The names are changed to protect the innocent. If you haven't read the first two chapters, you should. Enjoy!)

We walked to the Italian restaurant that I had chosen, making small talk about the day, as if our sexual exploits had not been occurring. We had to wait a few minutes to be seated and I ordered some wine from the bar. Eventually, we were seated in a corner table in the rear. If it hadn't been so crowded, I would have requested a table with as much privacy as possible. The one we got wasn't the best, but it did provide a considerable amount of privacy. We studied the menu and ordered from George, our quite handsome waiter and the owner of the restaurant. I noticed that while we were ordering, he was doing his best to study all of the holes in Colleen's dress without being too obvious.

Finally, I let him off the hook. "George, go right ahead and look at my dinner partner all you want. She is meant to be on display, so enjoy. She has no problem with your staring at her body. Do you, Colleen?"

"No, none whatsoever. I find it flattering."

"See, there!" I said cementing the deal.

Staring directly at Colleen's prominent breasts, George responded, "Thank you." He took our order and headed for the kitchen. After he left us, I extracted the remote control egg that I had stashed in my pocket, and handed it to Colleen across the table.

"Here. Go to the bathroom and insert this into your pussy."

She took the egg, and got up, whispering, "Yes, master." Before she headed for the restroom, I also told her to keep her panties on. I put the remote control on the booth cushion next to me where I could access it without detection during the meal.

She returned a few minutes later, and I admired the view of her breasts that I got as she maneuvered into the booth across from me. We started chatting again about work, and as she was talking, I turned the egg on at low speed. She had been making eye contact as we were talking, and I watched as she flinched, blinking her eyes; her body reacting to the vibrations emanating from the egg in her pussy. She managed to continue talking as I kept it at low speed. But when she finished her business comment, she added, "Fuck, this feels so decadent and good; sitting here in public at a restaurant as if nothing is happening, while I have a vibrating egg tingling in my pussy. What a fuckin' turn-on?"

"Good!" I answered. "Now, I want to find your maintenance level. That's the setting at which you can still function civilly and socially, but if I turn it up beyond that point, it will send you over the top out of control. So, I am going to turn the vibes up slowly, and I want you to count to ten for me telling me the intensity your feeling, such that when you get to about 7, you won't be able to maintain control. Understand?"

"Yow, At 6, I can be in public all day long and not have it take me out of control, but at 7 I can't."

"Exactly." I turned the control up a notch.

"One." I turned it up some more.

"Two." I turned it up some more. As she approached 6, I slowed down my adjustment rate to ensure that she could truly handle it. She never said six, so I left it there for awhile. Soon, the waiter returned with our salads and antipasto. His eyes never left Colleen's body as he served us. After he left, I finally asked about her visit to Odette's boutique.

"Ohmigod, it was awesome," she responded. Odette and Lisette' took very good care of me. With everything they fitted for me, it must be costing you a fortune."

I waved it off, hoping she'd continue without prodding. She did.

"Anyway, after you left, Odette' took me into the back room, which she uses for fitting clothes. There, I met Lisette', her assistant. God, was she cute. And hot! After introducing us, Odette' returned to the front of the store, and Lisette' gave me a massage to relax me."

"Really?"

"Yeah, that was the intent, she said. But, I've got to tell you, I wasn't exactly relaxed at the end of it. It didn't help that before she even started the massage, she took me into the restroom and shaved my pubes completely. The shaving part was embarrassing but quite non-sexual. But when she applied the lotion after the shave to my naked pussy she sent tremors through my body just from applying the balm. I don't know whether or not she noticed, but my pussy was creaming by the time she finished applying the after-shave balm. Then came the massage. It was a fantastic massage, but it was not what one might call platonic or therapeutic. It was most definitely sexual. By the time she finished my massage, I must have come a half dozen times from her caresses and kisses. It was heavenly when she was going down on me, with her tongue caressing me just the way I like it. She had me creaming in minutes. She got into a 69 straddling me, and I had my first real taste of pussy. And I loved it, but she didn't let me bring her off."

"Really, why was that?" I maintained the appearance of hearing the story for the first time.

"She said she liked to be hot and horny when she outfitted a customer for a sexual evening or weekend. She said it keeps her focused on making sure the outfit is always erotic. I guess if this outfit is any indication of her skill, she did pretty well."

"I'll say!"

Colleen smiled at the compliment and continued, "Anyway, after the massage, Lisette' had me stand on this platform and she started to measure my body. Odette' came in to help, and I'll swear they measured every inch of my body at least twice. I'm sure it was an excuse for them to touch me. Not that I'm complaining, but whenever their hands got close to my breasts, they would slide their fingers or the back of their hand across my nipples, keeping them quite hard. And both of them slid their fingers through my pussy lips while measuring my legs and thighs. And they weren't secretive about it at all. In fact, one time after Odette' had slipped her fingers through my very wet twat, she looked me in the eye, and licked my juices off of her fingers before continuing with the measurements.

"After they finished taking my measurements, Odette' proceeded to pull several fashions off of the racks for me. They would put an item on, talk about it and then take it off for another one. This continued for quite awhile and included everything from coats to underwear. Through the entire fitting, they each continued to touch my tits and my pussy. Juices were running down my thighs by the time they declared the fitting as complete. I just needed to wait while they did a few minor adjustments to the outfits they had selected for me. I relaxed back onto the couch in a robe that Lisette' gave me. Odette' then asked me if I was horny."

"And were you? How did you answer?"

"Oh, yeah. I told her that I was soaking wet and quite horny. She asked me to show her how wet I was. Actually, it was more like she ordered me to show her. I was clearly under her spell. So I spread my legs, and used my fingers to spread my pussy lips wide apart showing her how wet I was." As she continued to describe the scene, I turned the egg up a bit more, causing her to gasp. "Oh, shit. I'm so fucking wet right now. Remembering what happened next combined with this egg; oh gawd!"

"What do you mean, 'what happened next.'?"

"Well, Odette; called out for another girl to come in. Ilse was her name. And then, as if I was a piece of furniture, she told Ilse that she was to tease me sexually while she and Lisette' finished my wardrobe. Odette was very specific, saying, "Ilse, I want you to keep her pussy soaking wet, but don't let her cum more than once or twice. We want her horny when she leaves us."

Anyway, Ilse was about eighteen and was just a cutie. She walked over to me, told me her name, and proceeded to do a strip tease in front of me. She was only wearing a pair of shorts and a loose sleeveless top. Standing between my legs and looking me straight in the eyes, she started playing with her nipples through the cloth of the top. Instantly they hardened and I could tell that they were quite large. She continued to stroke the nipples through the cloth with her left hand as her right hand slid under the waistband of her loose shorts, clearly slipping between her legs. She danced to the light background music quite seductively, and told me to play with myself. I didn't need to be told twice. I slid my fingers inside my cunt, causing more juices to ooze out around them. My fingers found my g-spot and I moaned.

"Ilse pulled her hand back out of her shorts and licked her fingers. She then grabbed her top by the hem with both hands and slowly raised it, showing me her tight belly with a pierced belly button, and then a butterfly tattoo just above the navel. Swaying with the music, she continued to tease me by slowly raising the top more and more. I wanted to see her tits so bad. It didn't take much longer before she exposed her boobs. They were smallish, but god, her tits were huge and hard. She started playing with them, squeezing them, and as I watched she started moaning. And that got to me. With the combination of her brazen teasing, the continuous stroking of my tits and pussy previously by Odette' and Lissette', and my own fingers in my twat, I was on the verge of a massive orgasm. Ilse could tell and when she saw how close I was, she told me to stop. As much as I wanted to cum, I did as I was told."

I surreptitiously turned the dial up another notch on Colleen.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned. "Oh, god, you're at level 7 now or even an 8. I'm creaming now. My panties are so fuckin' wet. I'm so close to another orgasm. Jesus!"

I saw the waiter approaching with our entrées, so I turned the egg down just a hair.

Colleen recovered but was breathing hard, and truth be told, my cock was rock hard in my slacks. The waiter's eyes never left Colleen's body as he served our meal. He took extra time to pour some more wine for us. Just before he left I asked him what his preference was for a tip, the normal gratuity, or a blow job from my babe. Colleen gasped at my offer, but said nothing. I half-figured he'd take the normal gratuity, as I suspected he might be gay. Whether he was gay or not, he didn't turn down the offer. I asked him if there was a place he could take her for his blow job. He nodded, and I told him to return when we were finished with our entrées. 

After he left, I turned to Colleen and asked her if she was okay with delivering on my offer to the waiter. She nodded in acquiescence, and in true submissive style asked permission to ask a question. I granted her request.

"How do you know he is safe?"

"Good question. He will not harm you. He is the owner of the restaurant, and has been for about ten years since he inherited it from his parents. You can trust him."

She nodded, and started on her alfredo with mussels dish. I noticed she was eating with gust. I wanted to hear more about the afternoon, but was also hungry so we were quiet as we ate our pasta. I kept the egg vibrating at a very low level, wanting Colleen's pussy to be soaking wet all night.

When we finished our main course, the waiter returned and collected the dishes, and asked if there was anything else. Colleen spoke up, to my surprise, "I'm ready for my dessert. Do you have a private place for us?"

"Follow me," he answered, turning to leave. Looking at me once last time, he asked, Would you like me to send over a cup of coffee?"

"Yes, please."

Shortly, a waitress brought me my coffee. I wasn't sure whether or not the smile on her face was just natural, or how much she knew about what was going on. Either way, she just gave me my coffee and left. I sipped the coffee slowly, enjoying the view of the other diners, while my mind envisioned Colleen giving the owner a blow job. 

Colleen returned to my table about ten minutes later. The grin on her face told me that she had enjoyed the debauchery I had inflicted upon her. Me, I enjoyed the view of a wanton slut in an absolutely sinful dress sit down next to me. I finished my coffee as she told me about sucking his cock. She admitted to never just taking a man's cock and just sucking it. She told me that her pussy was creaming the entire time he had his cock rammed deep into her mouth. I slid my hand under the table and reached between her legs. She let her legs fall apart, allowing me to slide my fingers between her thighs. I was pleasantly surprised to find that she still had her panties on, although they were drenched in her pussy juices.

I pressed on her clit through the panties, eliciting a moan from deep within her throat. I continued to play with her through her panties when the waiter brought our check. He left me the bill, expressing his hope that we would cum back again soon. Colleen looked up at him and smiled, licking her lips. She answered for us, "I hope so. The meal was very delightful, and the dessert was fantastic. It tasted so good."

After dinner, we stopped at a coffeehouse and restored our highs to the before dinner level. We sat in a dark corner of the coffeehouse, and I took advantage of the darkness to subtly caress Colleen's body. All this time the egg was still going at a low level. With her dress I was able to caress her tits whenever I wanted, and I had her sit such that I could also reach her pussy. I'm not sure who I was teasing more; her or me. We finished our joint and headed out for the dance.

I was so horny. We were on our way to the place where the dance party was being held when we passed by a porno parlor. I knew that with the Viagra I had taken, that I'd be hard for at least the next four hours and I was very, very hard. I stopped us and pulled her into the video emporium. With her standing next to me, I purchased enough tokens for 15 minutes in the booth. I studied the selection of videos, choosing one that had two girls and a guy. I pulled Colleen into the booth and sat her on my lap as I inserted the tokens. She started gyrating against my hard cock as soon as she felt it pressing into her inner thighs. She was most definitely in the same mood that I was. I turned the egg back up to a moderate setting and she was moaning even as the video was beginning. We were visually overwhelmed by two well endowed German beauties doing a 69, and well along in their pleasure. 

"Oh, god!" Colleen moaned. "I'm so close to cumming! May I cum? Please." She continued to grind her pussy onto my cock.

"Yes," I answered. "But, not until you've sucked me off."

She looked back at me and smiled, "Yes, master."

As tight as the booth was, she managed to turn herself around and kneel between my legs. She wasted no time in freeing my cock from my trousers. I groaned as her lips surrounded my cock head, and her tongue tickled the eye of my dick. Slowly she slid her lips down by cock. I watched the video while my mind reminded me that she had just finished sucking the waiter off only a few minutes before and here she was sucking my cock with definite gusto. Colleen had certainly embraced the slut lifestyle. And I was going to take advantage of it. I continued watching the girls on the video, as I enjoyed the blow job she was delivering. After nearly engulfing my nine inch cock, she slowly brought her lips back up the length of my shaft, nearly sucking my juices up from my balls. I turned her egg up another notch. She responded by accelerating her action. I was breathing hard by her fourth stroke. That was when the guy entered the video. He was already hard, and walked up to one of the girls, and pulling her head back from the other girl's pussy, he rammed his cock into her mouth.

I groaned as Colleen's lips echoed the actions on the screen. Even though she couldn't see the screen, it was as if she had eyes in the back of her head. As the guy fucked the woman's mouth on the video, she took my entire cock deep down her throat. She gripped my balls and lightly squeezed them. I could feel the jism building in my balls as I watched video. I turned the egg up another notch, and Colleen redoubled her attention to my hard shaft. I tightened my sphincter, trying to hold back from my impending eruption. She could obviously feel my heightened arousal as she slowly slid her lips all the way back up my shaft, finally teasing the tip of it with her tongue. Her hand followed her mouth up my shaft, and she started stroking me as her tongue massaged my dick head. 

"Oh, fuck," I muttered, as her ministrations finally overcame my will and I erupted all over her face. She immediately surrounded my cock with her mouth sucking the rest of my love juices down her throat. After several mores strokes, she slowed down and released my cock from her mouth. She rose up in the cube without letting go of it, as her hand continued to stroke my still hard cock.

"Can I fuck you now? I want to cum."

My original plans did not include her being fucked until we got back to the room later, but I gave in as she had been a very good slut so far. She instantly turned around, and pulled down her panties. As soon as her pussy was bare, she slid down onto my fuck-pole, her juices lubricating my instant penetration. I felt the egg vibrating deep inside of her pussy, and was surprised with her ability to take in my entire length even with the egg buried deep in her cunt. Without me doing anything, she started sliding up and down my cock, clearly just using me as a sex object for her urgent needs. She was an animal in heat, desperate to be fucked, to be taken, and to be used. I reached around her and grasped her tits under her dress. I squeezed her hard nipples causing her to moan in pain and pleasure. 

"Oh, god, fuck me. I'm so fucking hot!" she moaned. Here eyes were glued to the screen as the guy was now fucking one of the girls while she was eating the pussy of the second girl. 

"Oh, yeah!" I answered. "Ride my cock. Feel my hard dick inside of you. Ride it baby! Take it! Make it yours! Fuck me! Come on baby!" I continued to whisper in her ear, but I don't think she needed my help, as horny as she already was. 

A few strokes later, she was muttering back to me, "Oh gawd, yes! Of, fucck. Fucccckkkkk. I'm cummmmmmmming. Jeeez!" I held her boobs as she writhed on my organ, continuing to use me as her fuck toy. She didn't stop. She kept on sliding up and down my cock, grinding out another several orgasms before the video ended.

She handed me her panties and told me she was now ready to go dancing. She opened the door of the booth and walked back out into the store, without worrying about the obviously messed up look that she presented to the other customers in the store.



Colleen Ch. 03



The next morning was Sunday and we actually made it to church with five minutes to spare.

Following her birthday, Colleen began spending a lot of time talking with Sharon and Mi Lin. At first I didn't pay any attention to it but when I saw the phone bill and the long distance charges were almost ten times higher that they were the month before, I knew something was up. When I asked her about it, she just gave me one of her half smiles and was very evasive saying, "Oh you know, some times I just feel like talking to my sister."

Two months after her birthday I was woken up by Colleen getting out of bed. With one eye barely open I glanced over at the window to see that the sun was just beginning to come up. Colleen went into the bathroom and I heard the now all too familiar sounds. I lay on my back staring up at the ceiling waiting for her to come back to bed. She came in and sat on the edge of the bed and I reached out to place my hand on the small of her back.

After a moments' pause Colleen scooted back then twisted around and cuddled against me, her head on my chest and my arms around her. Her head was just below my chin so I bent my neck slightly and kissed her on the top of her head. Her lips were against my chest and I could feel her begin to smile. After several moments I whispered.

"Pregnant?"

"Yep." She whispered back.

I continued slowly stroking her back and then whispered again, "Ok, I'll take the girls to school this morning."

"Thanks," she replied.

After several minutes Colleen spoke.

"Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't take the girls to school today."

"Why not?"

"Today is Saturday and they'll be the only ones there and the cafeteria will be closed and the entire world will know about it after they write their Mommy and Daddy Dearest books." 

"Ok," I said as I kissed the top of her head again. "Do you want a test kit? I think we have one left over in the bathroom cabinet."

"No, there's no point. I'll call Dr. Chan on Monday for an appointment."

"Ok," another kiss on the top of her head. "Go back to sleep."

Colleen lay still for a second and then turned over onto her side, her back to me. She reached back and took hold of my wrist, pulling on my arm until I was lying spooned against her, my arms around her just below her breasts. In unison we quietly said to each other, "I love you," then we both faded off to sleep.

A couple of hours later we were up and had breakfast with the girls. Afterwards I was sitting on the couch in the livingroom with my cup of coffee reading the morning paper. The weather was nice so Molly took Noelle out to the backyard for a little while. Meghan was heading out to join them when she stopped and looked through the doorway into the kitchen. She walked over and hugged me then kissed me on the cheek. She put her finger against her lips in a signal for me to be quiet then took my hand and pulled me after her. When we were in the place where she had been standing before, she signaled again to stay quiet and pointed into the kitchen.

Colleen was standing in front of the kitchen cabinets pulling out the ingredients to make a batch of oatmeal cookies, a particular favorite in our household. She had her gentle half smile and was softly humming to herself. Meghan tugged on my arm until I bent over so she could whisper in my ear.

"Isn't mom beautiful? I think you make her happy."

That said, Meghan turned and went to join her sisters.

I looked back into the kitchen and watched Colleen. Meghan was right; her mother was beautiful, so beautiful it literally made my heart ache. I must have made a sound because Colleen turned her head and looked over her shoulder. Her smile got just a tiny bit bigger.

"What? Did you need something?"

"Yes…I do." I walked into kitchen and stood in front of her. "I need this," and kissed her. "You've been ignoring me and I haven't had a kiss in at least twenty minutes."

Colleen placed her hand against my chest and laughed as she gently pushed me away.

"Get out of here and let me get my work done."

When I turned around to go back to the livingroom, she reached out, pinched my butt and said with her half smile, "We'll take care of this later."

Once the cookies were in the oven, Colleen came into the livingroom and pulled the newspaper out of my hands. She turned sideways and sat in my lap with her arms around my neck and my arms around her waist. She gave me a little kiss on my ear lobe and said, "Hey, you know what? If this one is another girl, you'll be able coach your very own women's basketball team."

"Well, if she's can't pass the ball any better than Noelle, we'll never make the playoffs," I told her as I kissed along the side of her neck.

Actually the odds were pretty good that we would have another girl. Jimmy had two children – daughters. Mike had three children – daughters. Colleen and I had four children – again, daughters. Mom had nine grandkids, not one grandson. This didn't bother any of us except when it came time for dad to deal with the public restrooms. Why can't those kids ever go before we leave the house?

Monday morning I passed Miss Jennings' desk on my way into my office. She stuck out her arm and handed me my cup of coffee without looking up. It doesn't matter what time I arrive in the mornings, Miss Jennings is already at her desk and hands me my coffee as I pass by. I have tried varying my arrival time by as much as an hour either way…unannounced…I have even tried sneaking in the back door…and she is still there with hot coffee.

I sat at my desk and was studying my appointment calendar when Miss Jennings came in and dropped some papers into my in-basket. She was about to turn and leave when she looked at my face and did a double take. She placed both her hands on the edge of my desk and leaned over to take a closer look.

"Jesus, Robert, you just can't keep it in your pants, can you. Honestly, I don't know how Colleen puts up with you."

How in the hell does she do that?

I opened my mouth to speak but she held up her hands to stop me.

"I know...I know, I won't say anything but have you guys EVER talked about birth control?"

Then she turned and went back to her desk.

There was something different about Colleen being pregnant this time. I couldn't put my finger on exactly what it was, just different somehow. When Colleen was pregnant the first time with Noelle we were ecstatic with joy and anticipation. I was so excited I wanted to do back-flips all the time. The second pregnancy came as such a shock to us that we were both in a state of confusion for weeks after we found out. And now a third pregnancy…

Everything about it had a feeling of…I don't know, maybe predestination is the only word to describe it. It felt as though this is the way the universe wanted things to be. We had a sense of serenity, of contentment almost to the point of casualness about the whole thing. Don't get me wrong, I was excited and very, very happy, but there in the background was a voice saying, "Yes, but don't worry, this was meant to be."

Just like before we waited awhile before telling anyone about being pregnant. But by three months we couldn't put it off much longer and as always we started with the kids. We flipped a coin and Colleen won (or lost depending on your perspective) and got to tell Meghan and Molly. Noelle and Brigid's language comprehension skills were not advanced enough to understand just yet.

One evening after diner, Colleen brought out the lemon meringue pie again. She set the plates down in front of us and then sat down in her chair with Brigid in her arms. Meghan and Molly looked down, staring at the pie and then looked up at each other. Noelle watched this from her high chair, leaned over and stared at their pie just like her sisters then looked at their faces when they looked up. In unison all three kids turned and looked at me then Colleen with questions written all over their faces.

Colleen opened her mouth to speak when Meghan raised her hand just like she would in school. Colleen looked at her for a second and then said, "Yes Meghan?"

"Mom, are you pregnant again?"

Meghan, Molly and Noelle sat staring at Colleen, waiting for her answer. Colleen was caught off guard and had a startled expression on her face.

"Uh…yes, I am."

"OK"

Meghan and Molly looked at each other again then shrugged their shoulders and began to eat their pie in silence. After a few moments Molly looked up at me and quietly said, "Dad, it's OK if we have a brother this time."

Our kids will always amaze me.

Next was telling Mom and the twins. When I brought it up, Colleen got her slow, soft smile and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

The next day when Colleen was kissing me good-bye at the door in the morning she informed me that she was going to call mom and give her the news. Just before lunch Miss Jennings stuck her head in the door and said, "Your mother is on line 6."

I picked up the receiver but before I could say anything Mom spoke. "Robert, this is your Mother."

This was not a good sign. 

Mom only calls me Robert when she is upset; and when she identified herself as my mother I knew the ship I was sailing was going down fast.

"What exactly do you and your brothers talk about when no one else is around?"

My brain was scrambling to make sense out of that question.

"Is something wrong Mom?"

"I didn't say anything was wrong, just that you and your brothers have a very strange sense of humor."

"Mom you're losing me here. What are you talking about?" 

"Sharon and Mi Lin are here with me and I just got off the phone with Colleen. How long have you boys been planning this?"

"Planning what?"

"Making your wives pregnant on the same night?"

"WHAT?"

In the background I could hear Sharon and Mi Lin giggling.

"Mom, I don't know what you're talking about. Are you saying that Sharon and Mi Lin are pregnant?"

"Of course they are. Now which one of you boys first had this bright idea?"

"This is all news to me."

"Are you saying that you didn't plan this?"

"If this was planned I had nothing to do with it...and tell them to stop laughing so loud, I'm having trouble hearing you."

There was a moment of silence and then Mom said, "I have to call Colleen back." 

I could hear hysterical guffaws in the background then a click followed by a dial tone. I sat paralyzed at my desk staring at the receiver in my hand.

When I got home after work that day, I found Megan and Molly on their hands and knees in the dining room chasing Noelle who was laughing and running around the chairs and under the dining table. Brigid was sitting in her highchair with a pacifier clinched between her gums, watching all the action taking place in front of her. She looked like the line judge in some obscure game that only children could understand.

Those that were capable of speech yelled, "Hi Daddy." Noelle darted out from under the table and hugged my knees before running back under the table.

"Hi girls, where's your mother?"

"She's working; we're watching Noelle and Brigid until dinnertime."

I headed down the hallway towards the back of the house. Colleen had converted the small bedroom across the hall from ours into a small studio where she could work on her illustration projects and still be close at hand to keep an eye on the kids. The door was open and I stopped to watch her at work for a second before I interrupted her. 

She was sitting on her stool with her back to me, leaning over her drawing table. She sat up and put her hands on the small of her back and pushed in an effort to get her spine into a straight line up and down. When she did this I walked in and put my arms around her from behind and rested my chin on her shoulder. She turned her head slightly and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Hi sweetie, I didn't hear you come in." She glanced at the clock on the wall as she stood up. "Oh Lord, I didn't realize it was so late, the girls are going to be staving."

Colleen started to pull my arms from around her waist but I kept them there so she couldn't get away. I slid one hand down to her lower belly and started to slowly stroke the small bump that was growing there. You could only see the bulge if you knew to look for it, but I loved to touch and feel what would soon be our next child. I nibbled along her neck for a moment before I whispered into her ear.

"I doubt the girls are in danger of passing out from lack of food any time soon."

I kissed along the other side of her neck before I spoke again.

"I had an interesting phone call from Mom this morning."

I could hear the smile in Colleen's voice as I continued kissing towards her ear.

"Is that so...what did she have to say?"

"Turns out that Sharon and Mi Lin are both pregnant too. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?"

"I don't know...I might have heard a rumor to that effect somewhere. Why do you ask?"

"Mom accused me and the twins of planning this...I don't remember exactly...she may have used words like sick, and what was that other one...oh yeah, perverted."

Colleen gave a soft giggle and pressed back against me. My other hand slid up her chest until it was caressing and gently squeezing her breast.

"I assured her that I was still her baby boy and didn't know anything about where babies come from. I always thought they came from the cabbage patch. Do Mike and Jimmy know any thing about this?"

Colleen turned around inside my arms until she was facing me. She put her arms around my neck and gave me a quick kiss before answering.

"They do now." Colleen punctuated this with another kiss.

"So neither one knew about the other's wife being pregnant?"

"Nope, not until today; just like you."

"And what you're saying is that Mom was right. This group pregnancy thing was planned all along, just not by her sweet and innocent sons."

"Well DUH." Colleen pulled her head back with a look of concern on her face. "You're not upset are you?"

"Hardly..." this time I kissed Colleen. "...is it safe to assume that you and Sharon and Mi Lin came up with this little plan all on your own?"

"Actually Sharon and Mi Lin had already decided to do it before they talked to me. Sounded like the thing to do at the time so I said 'what the hell,' count me in."

I couldn't stop myself from grinning. I already knew the answer to my question but I had to ask it anyway.

"And exactly when did all this planning take place?"

"My birthday party at Gypsy Sally's. Remember when we took so long in the restroom?" She put her lips next to my ear and whispered. "Now you know why girls go to the restroom in a group."

Colleen gave me a short kiss under my earlobe, then took me by the hand and led me into the kitchen so we could start fixing dinner.

One Tuesday night we decided that we needed to have some grown-up alone time for ourselves. When there are this many kids in the house you have a constant craving for adult conversation with your lover. Debbie the teenager across the street was available to sit with the girls so we headed out for dinner.

We didn't have to discuss where to go, it was the Shanghai Garden. The restaurant was the scene of our first date and had become our favorite destination for date nights. Just like the first time, the waiter was showing us to our table, Colleen following the waiter and me following behind, watching Colleen's backside. She was about seven months along; her stomach was huge and her hips had begun to widen but she had not yet reached the waddling stage. Once again I was reminded of what I had observed on our first date.

My sister has a fantastic ass.

After dinner we were relaxing over coffee and talking. The conversation was meandering all over the map when it ventured into the subject of our dating experiences in high school. We pondered what the reaction would have been back then if we actually had dated each other...probably not very positive. But according to Mike, everyone in school thought we were doing it anyway, so it probably wouldn't have mattered.

"Bobby, I know that I had a lot of dates, but they never went any where. I never had what you could call a real boyfriend, just guys that would take me out a couple of times and then move on to someone else. I bet I was the only girl in high school that never got taken out to Miller's Pond."

Miller's Pond was a small body of water outside of Santa Teresa that was somewhere between a large pond and a small lake. Every Friday and Saturday night all of the available parking spaces would be taken by cars filled with teenage couples and steamed up windows. It was estimated that Miller's Pond was responsible for half of the teen pregnancies in Santa Teresa.

"Of course you didn't, no guy in his right mind was going to take you Miller's Pond."

"Was I that ugly?"

"No! You were gorgeous. It's just that none of the guys in school had a death wish." 

Colleen was frowning.

"What, were they afraid I might have cooties?"

"Of course not."

Colleen was beginning to show her irritation.

"Then what was it? Is there something you're not telling me?"

I had to laugh.

"You mean you don't know?"

"Bobby, you had better tell me right now what you're talking about or you're going to regret it tonight when you try to go to bed."

"You don't know, do you? Everybody else in school knew."

Colleen had the same expression on her face that Mom always had just before she lost her temper.

"Bobby, I'm going to count to three and then..."

"Ok, just calm down. No guy would take you to Miller's Pond because they were all scared to death of Mike and Jimmy."

"WHAT!"

"I'm guessing that means that you don't know about Butch Woodcock."

Colleen sat back with a confused look on her face.

"Butch Woodcock? Are you talking the about that jock from high school?"

"That's right, he was a senior when you were a freshman. Do you remember what happened to him?"

Colleen knitted her eyebrows together as she thought.

"I think I remember. He was a quarterback and had a scholarship to one of those big name football schools then he got beat up by a gang from another school. His knee was banged up pretty bad and he lost the scholarship. The last I heard he was working on his dad's dairy farm."

"Yeah...only the other school was the junior high and the gang was Mike and Jimmy."

Colleen sat with her mouth open in astonishment.

"Why would they do that?"

"Butch was an asshole. He was bragging to the football team and all of his friends that he was going to take you to the homecoming dance then out to Miller's Pond and turn you into his personal slut. Mike and Jimmy found out about it so one evening after practice they explained to him that was not the sort of thing they wanted to hear about their sister."

"Why didn't Mike and Jimmy get into trouble over this?"

"Because Butch didn't want any one to know that a couple of eighth graders beat the crap out of him. So he made up the story about the gang, but everyone knew anyway. Once the story got around, every guy in school knew what would happen if they didn't show you a whole lot of respect. They didn't care who you went out with but anybody that tried any funny business was dead meat. I'm surprised you never found out."

"And you knew about all of this?"

I was a little sheepish when I answered her.

"Well, I guess you could say I was sort of a lookout for them...and I might have kicked him the balls once or twice. But Mike and Jimmy did most of the work."

Colleen smiled then leaned over and patted my cheek.

"My big strong hero."

"Besides, I don't know why you're complaining. I never got to take a girl to Miller's Pond either...and it wasn't because I didn't ask."




Colleen Ch. 03



Colleen sat back in her chair with a smile and began to laugh. Her laughter made me smile along with her.

"What's so funny?"

"It's the irony of it all. I told the cheerleading squad that I would hunt down and scratch out the eyeballs of any girl that went to Miller's Pond and defiled my innocent brother."

Colleen had a thoughtful look on her face.

"Funny thing is, I only said that about you, not Mike or Jimmy."

We were both sitting quietly, contemplating what we had been discussing when an idea began to form in my mind. I looked at Colleen and almost telepathically I knew that she was having the same thought. She raised her eyes and looked directly into mine. Her small smile began to grow until it was spread across her face and up into her eyes.

"Are you thinking..."

"...the Bluffs."

I stood up and threw a fistful of money on the table.

"I'll bring the car around. Call Debbie and tell her we'll be an hour late...no, better make two hours...oh hell, just tell her we'll be late."

The Bluffs was San Miguel's version of Miller's Pond. Outside of town was an old farm road that was lined with large oak trees. At one spot there was a break in the line of trees and the ground fell away sharply, almost straight down about twenty feet. At this particular location there was enough room for about ten or twelve cars to park and look out at the lights of San Miguel in the distance.

It was very popular with the high school crowd.

When we pulled up to park at the Bluffs we were pleased to see that we were the only couple there. Colleen looked around with a grin and muttered, "School night."

She looked at me expectantly. "What do we do now?" she questioned.

"How am I supposed to know? I've never done this before." I thought for a second. "How about a kiss? You can never go wrong by starting with a kiss."

"Works for me. Come here baby," she said as she started to slide her arms around me. We got only as far as touching lips when we both pulled back.

"Just a second, let me get this out of the way."

Colleen leaned back and I pushed the center arm rest up and into its' place between the two seat backs. Once again we came together with our arms around each other and moved in for a kiss when Colleen yelped.

"O-W-W-W!"

"What?"

"The gearshift just poked me in the stomach...see if you can turn a little more sideways and scoot closer towards me."

"Can't, my legs are trapped under the steering wheel."

"Well this is not working. Why did you have to buy a Japanese car?"

We sat back in frustration. I was trying to visualize the correct positions our bodies would have to be in to achieve this endeavor when I looked at Colleen. We both said the same thing in unison.

"Back seat."

I got out of the car and went around to the passenger side; lately I had to help Colleen get in and out of the car. We both stood at the open rear door looking in.

"Now what?"

"One of us has got to get in and lay down...you do it."

"Me? Why me?"

"Because dear brother, you know that you can't get far enough inside me any more unless I'm on top. Now get in there before I loose interest. I'm getting cold standing out here." Colleen issued this last command as she stood stroking her distended belly.

I backed into the open car doorway and sat down, then leaned back and scooted towards the other side of the car. When I was far enough in I lay the rest of the way down and with a loud thump and a muffled groan I smacked the back of my head on the armrest.

"Are you ok in there?"

"I'm alright but let's get this show on the road. Just remember we're paying Debbie by the hour."

Colleen crawled into the car headfirst and wiggled forward until she was lying nose to nose on top of me. She put her lips against mine then her tongue slithered out and began exploring the inside of mouth. My left arm came up and embraced her, stroking her back and caressing her ass. My right arm was pinned between my body and the back of the seat. Colleen pushed her hand between us and gently stroked the front of my slacks. My cock was standing rigid by this point. 

Colleen brought her hand up a few inches and began to fumble with my belt buckle. After several very unsuccessful attempts to undo my pants she said, "There's just not enough room. I'm going to back out and you pull your pants down."

Once she was out she bent over at the waist and peered in to watch what I was doing. I undid my belt, the buttons on my pants and pulled down the zipper. I raised my butt off of the seat and begin to shove my slacks and jockeys down my legs. When I got them as far as my knees, Colleen stuck her head in and started to crawl back on top of me. She gave me a long and deep kiss and began moving her hips around to find the best position when I screamed.

"STOP! GET OFF ME QUICK!"

Colleen scrambled backwards until she was out of the car and looking back in at me.

"What? What happened?"

I raised my butt up and began to feel around underneath. After a second I found it. It was a large narrow piece of plastic that was wedged down between the seat and the back sticking straight up. I yanked it free and stared at it for a moment before I handed it to Colleen.

"Here...Barbie just tried to shove her head up my ass."

Colleen looked at the doll in her hands. "Why that cheap slut. I have a good mind to tell Ken what a tramp his girlfriend is." She tossed the doll onto the front seat. "Thanks, Molly's been looking for that all week."

"Considering where it's been you should probably soak it in some disinfectant for a while before you give back to her." I was gingerly massaging my ass check where I found a large dent in my skin.

One more time Colleen began her entry to the backseat. She was part way in when she stopped and backed out. This time I asked the question.

"What now?"

In the moonlight I could barely see the smile on her face.

"Just thinking ahead this time."

Colleen raised the hem of her skirt up over her hips. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and began to wiggle her hips as she worked them down her legs. When they were at her ankles she stepped out of them and picked them up from the ground. Given her lack of balance that was caused by her large stomach, this was no mean feat. She balled up the panties and tossed them onto the front seat on top of Barbie. Colleen left her skirt up around her hips and crawled back on top of me.

With a grin on her face she said, "I think we're ready to do this now."

Colleen was finally in place on top of me and with some strange twisting and reaching behind her she managed to get the car door shut. She settled her hips against mine and my cock that was still hard as a board could feel her thick mat of hair. She wiggled her hips until my cock slipped up between her thighs. Slowly she began humping her ass backwards until I felt the tip of my dick start to slide between the lips of her cunt. With one last push of her hips backwards I was buried to the hilt inside of her.

My neck was bent, my head on the armrest. My knees were going straight up with my heels almost touching my ass, toes touching the door. Colleen's knees were almost in my armpits and her ass was wedged into the angle formed by my hips and thighs. Very slowly she began to rock her hips up and down, and side to side. This time I had kept my right arm out so that I would be able to use it. Even with Colleen's huge belly I could still get my arms around her...but just barely. I tried to push my hips up in an effort to drive my cock deeper into her but I was pinned in so tightly that I wasn't having much luck. We were jammed together, we couldn't move and I was starting to get a cramp in my right leg.

This was one of the greatest sexual experiences of my life.

The only movement was the rocking of Colleen's hips and the flexing of her cunt muscles as it sucked and pulled on my cock. The slightest movement sent shock waves of pleasure racing up my spinal column to my brain and looped back down to my testicles that were now trying to crawl up inside Colleen's cunt all by themselves. Colleen was moaning into my ear as she began experiencing the same intense sexual pleasure. Even though her hips could only slide up and down on my cock an inch or less, she began increasing the cadence of her movements. Soon we were vibrating at ninety miles a minute until we both screamed out "OH FUCK" in an explosion of orgasm. My balls were pumping sperm out the end of my cock toward Colleen's womb that was already occupied by our baby.

Every muscle in our bodies contracted and we lay rigid, smashed together in the back of the small car. Gradually we relaxed, melting together and I could feel the mixture of my sperm and Colleen's juice begin to ooze out of Colleen's cunt and around my cock that was still stuffed up inside of her. Colleen was giving me small delicate kisses on my neck and face then whispered in my ear.

"Damn, if I had known it would be this good I would have dragged you out to Miller's Pond myself when we were in high school."

"I would have been the happiest boy in the freshman class."

"I would have made a permanent reservation for a parking spot and had you between my legs every night...oh Jesus, now I'm talking like a slut...I'm as bad as Barbie."

I gave her a kiss on the end of her nose. "Sweetheart, nobody can be as bad as Barbie."

After several minutes of wiggling around and breaking the plastic cover on the dome light with my elbow, Colleen and I were sitting upright in the backseat putting ourselves back together. Colleen rose up a fraction of an inch and was able to work the hem of her skirt back down over her ass. I pulled my pants up and got them fastened but I couldn't find where my belt had gone.

We were sitting there in the dark, in the back seat of my car, resting, catching our breath and letting our heart rate drop back down to normal. My arms were around Colleen as she leaned against me. She turned her head towards me and gave me a gentle kiss.

"Bobby..."

"Yeah?"

"Have I ever told you I love you?"

"And you waited all this time to tell me? You could have at least..."

I didn't finish my sentence because she had slid her tongue into my mouth. We spent the next ten minutes enjoying some plain old fashioned necking and fondling of each other. The interior of the car was suddenly filled with a bright light and there was a sharp rap on the window of the door next to me.

"Sheriff's Department, would you step out of the car please."

I very nearly wet myself.

I got out the car and stood next to the door. There were two patrolmen standing there, their flashlights shining as bright as air raid searchlights. Colleen had one leg out of the car when the officer spoke.

"You can stay inside the car miss."

Colleen pulled her leg back in and sat still. The officer shone his light up and down my body and as he did so I looked down at my disheveled appearance. My collar was unbuttoned and the tie was shoved to one side. The shirt was completely wrinkled and the shirttail was half way tucked in the front and hanging out in the back. My belt was missing and my pants had started to sag down around my hips. The zipper on the fly was partway down and a corner of the shirt was sticking out.

"You folks having any trouble here?"

"No, we just stopped to see the lights of the city. Never been here before and thought we'd stop see what it looked like."

"I see. May I see some identification please?"

I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket, fumbled around with it then handed my license to the officer. He shown his flashlight on the license, up into my face and back down to the license again.

"Mr. O'Conner are you aware that...wait a minute...Robert O'Conner...I know you. You're Sergeant O'Conner's brother. And the young lady in the car is...?"

"My wife."

The patrolman switched off his flashlight. In the moonlight I could see a smile on his lips and after a moment he handed the license back to me. Trying to suppress a laugh he said, "You folks be careful out here, we don't want any accidents to happen..."

He looked over at the open car where his partner's flashlight still shown on Colleen. Her face was hidden by the roof of the car but her seven month pregnant mid-section was shining like a beacon. He turned back to me to finish.

"...but we may be too late for that. Phil, there's nothing here for us, let's go."

As the two men walked back to their patrol car I could hear them talking quietly to each other then start laughing as they got in. By this time Colleen had gotten out of the car and was standing next to me. We stood in the moonlight and watched as the car pulled back onto the road and continued off into the night. We turned to face each other and Colleen slid her arms around my waist. 

With a kiss she said, "The next time we come up here we're bringing the minivan."

The next time?

The next morning I got into the office and sat at my desk with my cup of coffee. I heard a noise and looked up to see Miss Jennings standing in the doorway with a panicked look on her face.

"The Sheriff's Department is on line three and they asked to talk to you."

"Relax Miss Jennings; it's probably just my brother."

She gave me a look of relief then went back to her desk as I picked up the phone.

"This is Robert O'Conner."

"Bobby, it's Jimmy."

"That's what I thought; you just scared the hell out of my secretary."

"Oh…sorry about that. Listen, I had a very interesting conversation with one of our deputy's this morning. Fellow by the name of Shaffer, you know him?"

"Don't think so."

"Tall blond guy, working the night shift this month...patrols the area just south of San Miguel...ring any bells?"

"Oh..."

"Yeah...oh..." 

There was silence on the line before Jimmy continued.

"...I can't believe that I'm about to say this. If that was not Colleen in the car with you last night you're a dead man."

I started to laugh.

"No, that was Colleen. You can call the house and talk to her if you want."

"What the hell were you guys doing out there in the middle of the night?" 

There was a tone of exasperation in his voice. Still laughing, I replayed the evening to Jimmy, except for all the intimate details about Colleen and I in the back seat of my car. By the end of the story Jimmy was laughing along with me.

"How could she have not known? Everybody in school knew. And you're not any better; even I knew when Colleen told the cheerleading squad what would happen if you went out to Miller's Pond. You two were just oblivious to rest of the world around you."

"Listen Jimmy, if you're smart, you won't mention to Colleen that we had this little conversation. She was ok with it last night but I don't want you or Mike to set her off about it. Remember, I have to live with her."

There was silence then with a quiet voice Jimmy replied, "Please...don't remind me."

Miss Jennings had begun working for Willis, Goldman & Reed the week after she graduated from high school. She is smart and dedicated in everything that she does and in less than three years she had been promoted several times until she was my personal secretary. Miss Jennings is living proof that the universe has a sense of humor.

Miss Jennings' full name is Sarah Jane Jennings. The manager in the Accounting Department is named Sara Jane Jennings, the only difference being the letter H. To the delight of everyone in the building, on her first day of work, Sarah Jane Jennings was introduced to Sara Jane Jennings. It was quickly decided that during working hours, Sarah would be Miss Jennings and the other would be SaraJane. They agreed to have lunch together that first day and thus began one of the great friendships of all time.

Miss Jennings is tall, slender, and graceful with very small breasts and to this day still looks as though she had just graduated from high school. The word willowy was created just for her. SaraJane is five years older than Miss Jennings and much shorter, probably five foot two with large breasts and is three pounds away from being classified as plump. One look at her and you think earth mother. 

They are both reserved in their public persona but each one possesses an imposing presence that commands attention and respect. Both are intelligent and exact in all that they do. SaraJane always seeks consensus and is a team builder while Miss Jennings has a sharp and biting wit and is not afraid to use it, wielding it like an ice pick. On more than one occasion I have seen grown men back away from Miss Jennings with a look of fear in their eyes and their hands unconsciously protecting their groin area.

Both women have a quiet demeanor but when they are in the company of the other they become animated and down right garrulous. They have so much fun entertaining each other that soon anyone around them gets sucked into their joy. Whenever they attend any type of social event, their dates usually end up being an after thought.

Several months after their first meeting, the lease on Miss Jennings studio apartment was up and SaraJane invited Miss Jennings to move into her three bedroom apartment and split the expenses. By paying only half of the rent, it was a cost savings for both women. Then one year later, they surprised everyone when they announced they were going to jointly purchase a four bedroom house on the edge of town as an investment. Everyone in the office volunteered to help, showed up with their vans and pick-ups and moved the two Sara's in a single day. That evening they hosted a barbeque in the back yard of their new home.

With the encouragement of SaraJane and the direct orders of Harold Peterson, Miss Jennings began taking evening and weekend classes until she graduated with a BA in Business Administration. When she had finally achieved this goal, Miss Jennings and SaraJane celebrated by taking a well deserved vacation and left for two weeks in the Bahamas. They returned well rested, relaxed, tan and wearing matching gold bands...third finger, left hand.

What can I say, this is California.

Not long after returning from their vacation, Sarah and Sara had a long term visitor. SaraJane's younger brother Ryan had recently graduated from college and had a six month break before starting Princeton Medical School in the fall. Because all of his med school expenses were being paid for by their grandparents, he came to California to relax and enjoy life because he knew it would be his last chance for the next eight years.

Like his sister, Ryan was a quiet and easy going person and everyone at the office quickly adopted him as part of the family. He had an infectious smile with a willing ear to listen and walking away from him you felt that you had a new best friend. Sarah and Sara were gently teased about being Ryan's harem and they responded with a quick smile and said that we were all jealous. At the end of the summer, SaraJane and Miss Jennings held a barbeque at their house to both celebrate and mourn Ryan's leaving for New Jersey the next day. 

The week after Ryan left, I was coming back from the conference room and noticed that Miss Jennings was not at her desk. This didn't mean anything and I walked into my office when the phone on my desk rang and I picked it up.

"Robert, it's Harold, would you come down to my office for a few minutes?"

Being summoned to Peterson's office was nothing out of the ordinary, he did it at least twice day, but there was a tone to his voice that implied this was something important. When I stepped into his office he said. "Close the door if you would please and have a seat," pointing at the chair at the side of his desk. Miss Jennings and SaraJane were sitting in front of the desk directly across for Peterson. He made a small gesture with his hand and said, "Ladies, go ahead."




Colleen Ch. 03



SaraJane and Miss Jennings were quiet for a moment and then SaraJane spoke.

"Thank you for letting us meet with you Harold. There is something we need to discuss with you and since it will affect both you and Robert we thought it would be simplest if we told you both at the same time."

Peterson and I looked at each other and it was obvious from the expression on his face that he had no better clue than I what was going on. We looked back at the two ladies and waited. Finally Harold said, "Yes...what is it that you wanted to say to us?"

SaraJane seemed to be struggling to find the right words so Miss Jennings, being Miss Jennings, jumped right in.

"We're pregnant."

Peterson sat there expressionless then he suddenly sat up straight and looked as though he had been slapped in the face.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, would you back up there a minute and repeat what you just said?"

The two Sara's looked at each other and then back at Harold and I with that same soft smile that I recognized from Colleen's face each time she was pregnant. Again, Miss Jennings spoke.

"SaraJane and I are both three months pregnant."

From the corner of my eye I could see that Peterson was trying to do the same mental calendar calculation that I was trying to perform. I opened my mouth to say something but Harold caught my attention and with a sharp negative shake of his head indicated that this was not a direction the conversation should take. We sat waiting for the other shoe to drop when SaraJane spoke.

"Since Sarah and I are both due on the same day..."

Peterson's jaw visibly dropped.

"...and we will be going on maternity leave together, we thought we should give you enough time to prepare for our absence."

Harold's shoulders relaxed and he slumped back in his chair.

"Oh thank god. I thought you were going to imply that Robert and I were responsible for this."

This time it was the two ladies who jerked up straight in their chairs with a startled look, then started to giggle.

"Harold…perfect gentleman…you and Robert…best bosses anyone could ever hope to have…the idea that you and I could...that we would ever...I mean...ridiculous..." the sentence just faded off into uncontrolled laughter.

They certainly knew how to build up a guy's self image.

The two Sara's were wiping the tears from their eyes as they stood to leave. When they reached the door they turned and opened their mouths to say something else then stopped and looked at Harold and I. This sent them into a new round of giggles and we could hear them reach a crescendo of laughter as they walked down the hall.

Peterson and I sat there staring at each other, uncertain as to what to think.

"Who do you suppose was responsible for..."

Harold raised his hand to cut me off before I could speak any further. He looked me square in the eye and spoke.

"Robert, there are some subjects that are best left alone."

Later that night after the kids were in bed, I shared the news with Colleen about Miss Jennings and SaraJane. Although we could only speculate about who the father might be, I remembered the relaxed and satisfied expression I had seen so many times on Ryan's face. But as Harold said "…there are some subjects that are best left alone."

Colleen and I had always enjoyed the company of the two Sara's and had frequently socialized with them outside of the office. But now that the three of them were pregnant at the same time, it was like there was some type of tribal bonding thing going on. Because Colleen had the most experience, this being her fifth time around, they were constantly talking, sharing even the slightest nuance of the experience. It got to the point where it felt like Colleen was conducting a pregnancy support group meeting every Saturday in our living room. Our neighbor Linda was also pregnant and then there were the times that Mi Lin and Sharon would show up and the six of them would be there and...

Sweet merciful crap, I was drowning in a sea of pregnant women.

I found myself spending a lot of Saturday afternoons next door, having a cup of coffee with Frank on his back deck, desperate for the company of an adult that didn't possess a uterus. I was so desperate I began accepting the invitations to pay golf with the twins and Harold, an activity I loath with every fiber of my being. But everytime I came back into the house, Colleen would stop what she was doing, kiss me on the cheek and whisper in my ear, "I missed you."

Miss Jennings going on maternity leave did create a problem for me, a huge problem. When she returned she would no longer be my secretary. She would still be working for me, but because she had obtained her college degree, she was being promoted to an account rep position. Finding a new secretary was going to be one horrific pain in the ass.

I was spoiled. The entire time I had been working for Willis, Goldman & Reed I had only two secretaries, Mrs. Lopez in Chicago and Miss Jennings here in San Miguel. They were two distinctly different personalities but they shared a common trait. They knew exactly what needed to be done and could probably do my job better than I. They anticipated every thing I ever needed or wanted. I could have skipped going to the office for six months and no one would have known the difference. Miss Jennings took her leave about two months before Colleen's due date and this started the process of finding a replacement.

And so the nightmare began.

I am a flexible and easy going person. I don't think I'm a difficult boss to work for, but with the responsibilities that I had, the person who sat at the desk outside of my office door had to meet the standards set by Mrs. Lopez and Miss Jennings or it just wasn't going to work. At the end of six weeks I had gone through eleven secretaries. Two of them simply went to lunch on their first day and never came back.

On Friday afternoon I was leaving for the day when Peterson called out to me from across the lobby.

"Your new secretary starts Monday morning, don't be late."

"Ah geez, is this never going to end? How long is this one going last?"

Peterson's face was one large grin.

"Don't worry Robert; I think this one is going to be a keeper."

"Why, who is it?"

"Don't even worry about it. Just go home and have nice weekend. I'll see you Monday morning."

I followed Harold's orders and didn't think about it that weekend, knowing that the situation was hopeless.

Monday morning I decided to go into the office an hour early to try and get some work done before I had to greet the next batter up in the endless line of minor league players known as "Robert's Secretaries." As I headed towards my office door I noted that someone was already sitting at the desk. Her head was bent down as she was going through the desk drawers. I thought that I would dump my briefcase inside before I sent the new person off down the path of failure. As I walked past she raised her head and smiled.

"Good morning Robert."

"Good morning Mrs. Lopez."

I got as far as the door when I dropped everything in my hands and literally sprinted back to her desk.

"Mrs. Lopez...what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to get settled in a bit before I started work.

"But...but you're in Chicago."

"No, unless we took a wrong turn somewhere I believe that I'm here in San Miguel. I am still your secretary aren't I?"

"Oh please dear God, tell me this isn't a dream." I grabbed a chair and pulled it up next to her desk. "Now tell me everything, exactly what's going on here?"

After thirty years with the Chicago City Police Department, Detective Sergeant Ramon Lopez retired, turned in his badge and his gun and told his wife to start packing.

"Where are we going?"

"I don't care; as long as it's sunny and a thousand miles away from this frozen corner of hell."

John Gordon didn't want to loose his secretary and trusted friend but he made the necessary phone calls and Mrs. Lopez was transferred to the San Miguel office. Harold Peterson had kept it a secret from me for the past five weeks saying, "It will brighten his day."

If only he knew.

I heard a sound behind me and turned my head to look. Peterson was standing there grinning from ear to ear.

"Harold you rotten bastard, why didn't you tell me Mrs. Lopez was coming. You could have saved me all this grief."

"What, and miss the expression on your face? It was worth every minute of it. Welcome to San Miguel Mrs. Lopez, I believe you already know this fine gentleman that just sullied my family's good name."

"Yes I do Mr. Peterson..."

"Hey now, none of that, my name is Harold."

"Ok Harold. Yes I do know him and he's always had a potty mouth so don't listen to anything he says."

"What makes you think I listen to him now?"

Harold and Mrs. Lopez were enjoying a good laugh at my expense but I didn't care. Now my life at the office would regain a sense of stability.

"Robert, introduce Mrs. Lopez around and then we can get back to business. If John Gordon was telling me the truth, your unit should be back to normal by lunchtime."

Still smiling, Harold clapped me on the shoulder and headed off to his office.

Harold wasn't far off the mark. By the afternoon break Mrs. Lopez was functioning as if she had spent the previous twenty years here in San Miguel instead of Chicago. During our conversations through out the day we were both surprised to discover that she and her husband had bought their new home just five blocks away from Colleen and I. Somehow we had missed running into each other after they had moved in last week. I called Colleen to let her know that we would be having two guests for dinner. She immediately picked up on my excitement.

"Sounds like the new secretary is going to work out."

"Sweetheart I'll explain it all to you when I get home, but yeah, this is the one."

When I got home, Colleen was putting the finishing touches on dinner and Meghan and Molly were setting the table. I barely had time to get my welcome home hugs and kisses from what Colleen and I were now calling the "Gang of Four" when the doorbell rang. I ushered Mrs. Lopez and her husband into the livingroom where the kids were lined up to greet our guests.

Molly has holding Brigid who was squirming but immediately settled down and smiled in the presence of the new adults. Noelle was standing and holding on to Meghan's hand, hiding halfway behind her but still peeking out with her smile as I began the introductions.

"These are our children. That's Molly holding our youngest, Brigid. This is Meghan, she's oldest and the shy one is Noelle, but this is the last time you will see her standing still tonight. Girls, I want you to meet Consuela and Ramon Lopez."

At that moment Colleen came in from the kitchen.

"And this charming yet provocative woman is my wife, Colleen."

At this point Colleen was one week away from her due date. She was dressed in her maternity overalls and her stomach had that beach ball look as she waddled over to shake hands.

"Mrs. Lopez, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Please, I'm Connie and he's Ray. Colleen? What a coincidence, that's the same name as..."

Mrs. Lopez stopped mid-sentence as she turned her head towards me with a puzzled look. Colleen and I glanced at each other quickly then back at Mrs. Lopez. I could see the wheels turning inside Mrs. Lopez' head as a sudden feeling of panic gripped the pit of my stomach. I had two photographs on my desk in Chicago, one was a picture of Barbara and the other was my favorite photo of my sister Colleen taken when she was in college. Mrs. Lopez had seen the photo of Colleen a thousand times. Colleen and I were holding our breaths.

"Connie, what were you saying? It's the same name as who?" her husband asked.

Mrs. Lopez was still staring at me with her mouth open then she broke into a smile.

"I have a very dear friend who has a sister named Colleen..."

She turned to Colleen and instead of shaking hands; she put her arms around Colleen in an embrace.

"...but I never had a chance to meet her. I am so glad to meet you."

There was an audible sigh of relief from Colleen and I as Ray stood there looking confused.

By the time we had finished eating dinner; our immediate family had increased by two. The Lopez's had no children of their own so our girls instantly adopted Connie and Ray. The die was cast when Ray got down on his hands and knees in the middle of dinner to give Noelle a pony back ride. The Gang of Four insisted on good night hugs from Uncle Ray and Aunt Connie before they would head for bed.

Once the kids were down for the night, we were sitting in the livingroom talking. Colleen and Connie were talking as though they were best of friends who had not seen each other for years. I went into the kitchen to make a fresh pot of tea and Ray wandered in behind me a couple of seconds later.

"So Ray, how do you like San Miguel so far?"

"Very nice place. You know, I've never lived anywhere but Chicago, and now I'm starting to wonder why we stayed there so long."

Ray turned his head and watched Connie and Colleen through the kitchen door for a moment then turned his attention back to me.

"Listen Robert, there is something I want to tell you but you can't let Connie know about it. She won't talk to me for a week if she finds out I told you."

"Sure, what is it?"

Ray quickly looked at his wife again before continuing.

"I thought you should know about Derrick Andrews."

My insides immediately tightened up.

"What about him? I haven't heard anything about him since...since that day."

"Connie said everything happened so fast that she barely saw what happened but you must've done a number on him, he was in the hospital for four days. When he got out and went home to his apartment I was there to greet him."

"What? Why would you do that?"

Ray smiled. 

"Strictly business. John Gordon had the auditors working night and day going over Andrews' accounts. The morning he was released from the hospital the D. A. issued an arrest warrant and I got assigned to pick him up. Nobody at the station knew that my wife worked for you."

"Arrest? What for?"

"Embezzlement, he stole over three hundred thousand dollars from the company. Gordon said that it would have been spotted immediately during the next annual audit. The fool left his tracks all over the place. I only met him once before that day but I knew then he was an asshole. The auditors were with me and we had a search warrant. They found a complete set of his records five minutes after we walked through the door."

"I didn't hear anything about this."

"Nobody did. It's not the sort of thing the company wanted the stockholders to read about on the front page of the Tribune; it would be bad for business. Anyway, Andrews tried to blame it all on Barbara and the other women in the office, but he was such a moron about how he did it that the D. A. didn't bother to interview anyone else." 

"So what happened? Did the company get the money back?"

"In cash and assets, they got it all except for about twenty thousand. Apparently Derrick Andrews was a big tipper. John Gordon must have a lot of influence in the company. He found out who sent Andrews to Chicago and some vice president in New York was fired the week after you left town."

I had to stop and digest this. I was feeling a little overwhelmed.

"So what was the end result? How did it all end?"

"Well, my partner and I took him in. We were taking him up to the second floor to be booked and when we got to the top, he slipped and fell down the stairs...broke his leg in a couple of places."

"Bummer," I said with a tight grin of satisfaction.

"Yeah...everyone at the station house felt real bad about it. We took up a collection to send flowers when he went back to the hospital."

Ray said this without cracking a smile. Then he continued.

"The schmuck was going to plead innocent but there was no way he could beat the charge. His lawyer finally convinced him to accept a plea bargain. He got five years and that meant he would get parole in two."

"So is he out now?"

Now Ray smiled.

"No...well, sort of. You know those cheesy prison movies where they tell the new guy to grab the first person they see and start pounding on him to prove that he's not somebody to mess with? Andrews actually fell for that crap and punched out some scrawny dude in the yard the day he went in. Only problem was he picked the wrong guy. They found Andrews' body in the exercise yard the next day with a three foot piece of pipe sticking out of his chest. He was such an asshole that the prison doctor put down natural causes on the death certificate. The arrogant prick didn't even last twenty-four hours. Just in case you're wondering, no one came to the funeral."

There was silence while I tried to take this all in.

"Thanks for telling me Ray, I appreciate it. I promise I won't let Connie know you told me."

"I hope knowing helps a little bit."

"Yeah, it does...a little bit," I said as we returned to the livingroom.

A while later Connie and Ray were standing in the door way making their good byes when Connie stopped and looked at Colleen. She was smiling when she spoke.

"Robert, you have a beautiful family. I think coming to San Miguel may be the smartest thing you have ever done."

"I couldn't agree with you more," I replied.

Now Colleen spoke, "I'll call you Saturday morning. You can't possibly be finished settling in until you and I do some serious power shopping."

"It's a date. Good night guys, Robert I'll see you in the morning."

As the door closed, Colleen slid her arms around my waist and pulled me close.

"I love you husband."

"I love you wife."

"Bobby, you have some very loyal friends."

"I can see that. It's nice to know."

Colleen took my hand and began slowly pulling me towards the bedroom.

"Come with me husband. We have some serious cuddling to do tonight."

The next morning I was in my office thinking about the things Ray had told me the night before. I suppose that I should have been feeling happy or satisfied that Derrick Andrews had ended the way he did. But I wasn't, the news left me feeling numb and a little depressed. I simply can't find any joy at anyone's death although I probably had every right to. It was revisiting in my memory all of the incidents that led up my leaving Chicago that had resurrected that small piece of depression. Mrs. Lopez brought in the morning mail and was returning to her own desk when I stopped her.

"Mrs. Lopez, wait just a minute. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what do you want to know?"

I waited for her to sit in the chair at the side of my desk before I continued.

"After I left Chicago, you were John Gordon's secretary...how well did you know him?"

"You can't be someone's personal secretary without getting to know them pretty well, why do you ask?"

I paused, staring at the picture of Colleen on my desk, the same picture that had sat on my desk in Chicago, before I spoke.

"The last time I saw him I asked him why he was helping me. He said, 'Because I was in your position myself a long time ago.' I've always wondered what he meant. If it's not betraying any confidences, do you know why?"

Mrs. Lopez sat looking down at her lap, a look of concentration on her face. Her head was making a slow, small nodding motion as she was internally going through the decision making process. When she looked at me again she had a small smile and her eyes were focused over my shoulder at a memory.

"A couple of days after I started working for him, I asked the same question, why was he helping you, and he told me the story. It's not something he wants the entire world to know, but I don't think he would mind you knowing. You're probably not aware of it but John Gordon has a very high opinion of you."




Colleen Ch. 03



"He does...why?"

"John is always on the lookout for smart and talented people that can be an asset to the company. He told me he had been watching you even before Derrick Andrews showed up. When everything blew up, he recognized his own story in yours so he made arrangements with Harold for you to come to San Miguel. Do you know about Harold and John?"

"Harold mentioned that they had been roommates in college but that's all he's ever said."

"And they've been best friends ever since. They were even married to their college sweethearts in a double ceremony right after they graduated. They started the same day at Willis, Goldman & Reed in the Omaha office."

"What happened was almost a cliché. John came home early from a business trip and Harold picked him up at the airport and took him home. John and Harold both walked into the house and found John's wife and his supervisor on the couch, right in the middle of...in the middle of doing it. I guess the affair had been going on for some time. From John's description the supervisor was the same type of arrogant jerk as Derrick Andrews and he started laughing at John. That was when John threw the supervisor out of the bedroom window...oh, and the window was closed at the time. John and Harold packed up all of John's clothes and personal belongings and moved John into Harold's guest room."

"What happened afterwards?" I asked.

"Everything turned to crap for John before it got better. Apparently his wife thought the supervisor was the better meal ticket. She called John a loser and said that she was going to marry the supervisor. Unfortunately for her the supervisor's wife didn't see it the same way. By the time the wife's lawyers finished with him in divorce court the supervisor was bankrupt and penniless. Harold had some very heated discussions with management in the Omaha office, but in the end the supervisor was fired and would never be able to get a job anywhere in the industry again."

"What about John's wife?"

"Oh, she tried to get back together with John but John is not a fool. They had only been married for a couple of years so they didn't have many assets to speak of, and because John and Harold had caught her in the middle of an adulterous act, plus some of the things she had testified to in the supervisor's divorce trial, she got no alimony. Basically John walked away from his marriage without it costing him a penny. But it did cost him a lot of pain...but you probably already know what John was feeling."

"Yeah, I know exactly what he was going through."

"Well, John lived with Harold and his wife Caroline for a long time and they helped him keep going. But there is that one good thing about crap."

"What's that?" I asked, slightly confused.

"It helps beautiful things to grow. Couple of years after the divorce, John married Caroline's older sister Diane. They've been happily married for over thirty years now."

"Oh wow, John Gordon is Harold Peterson's brother? I had no idea."

"Not many people do. Do you know about Harold's wife Caroline?"

"Only that she passed away, he doesn't talk much about his personal life."

"I'm not surprised. According to John, Harold and Caroline had decided to wait a few years before having children but before they could, she was diagnosed with ovarian

Mrs. Lopez stopped for a minute and looked at me before continuing.

"And that's why Harold is here in San Miguel."

"Ok, you just lost me there."

"John knew Harold well enough to know that he needed a change of scenery and something to focus on if he was going to keep his sanity. John had worked his way up in management far enough that he was able to pull some strings and get Harold transferred here to San Miguel as head of the office. At the time this office was leaking red ink like a sieve. Harold was given one year to turn things around or they were going to shut the place down. He did turn it around and in a big way. Harold has been here for twenty-five years and refuses to leave. The company has been after him for years to go to headquarters at probably twice or three times the salary but he won't budge..."

Mrs. Lopez smiled.

"...and sometimes he's not very polite when he declines their gracious offer."

I had to smile at this because it was exactly what I pictured Peterson's reaction would be to the suggestion of moving to New York.

"Thanks for telling me Mrs. Lopez. You know, I'm probably the closest thing to a friend that Harold has here in the office and I hardly know anything about him. After twenty-five years no body knows anything at all about his personal life; you've just explained quite a lot about Harold. I'll respect his privacy and keep this to myself."

We both sat quietly for a few moments, wrapped up in our own thoughts, when Mrs. Lopez looked directly into my eyes.

"Robert. Is there anything else you want to know about Chicago?"

I knew exactly what she was saying. In a perverse sort of way, I did want to know, but I also knew that if she told me, a lot of memories I didn't want to see again would come back to haunt me. Sometimes, ignorance is bliss. I turned my head to look at the picture of Colleen again. When I finally answered her my voice was barely above a whisper.

"No. I think I have every thing I need to know about Chicago."

She sat for a minute studying me before she spoke.

"Well then, I guess I better get back to my desk."

Mrs. Lopez stood up and started to leave my office but stopped at the door. She stood with her hand on the doorknob for a moment then turned back around and stared at me. She came back and sat down once again at the side of my desk. She didn't say anything, just sat watching me. She then looked at Colleen's photograph as she spoke.

"When John Gordon arranged for you to come to San Miguel, neither he nor Harold knew anything at all about Colleen..."

At this point Mrs. Lopez paused and looked directly at me.

"...and as far as I know, no one is aware of it to this day..." 

Again she paused for a second before continuing.

"...and no one ever will."

I opened my mouth but she continued before I could speak.

"Robert, you don't owe me any explanations. In Chicago you were like a son to Ray and I and we will never say, or do, anything that might harm you or your family. And especially after last night, I can see that you and Colleen love each other very much."

I took a deep breath and exhaled before I spoke.

"I can't tell you what a load off of our minds that is."

Mrs. Lopez stopped and looked at Colleen's picture again before speaking.

"Last night I told you that coming to San Miguel was the smartest thing you have ever done. That was my opinion when you left and that's my opinion now. If you had stayed in Chicago it would have been a complete disaster for both you and Barbara...and everyone else around you. Your children are delightful and I can see that Colleen loves you very deeply. Robert, you are a lucky, lucky man. I hope you realize that."

She was smiling as she said that.

"I do, I realize it every morning when I wake up next to her."

Now it was my turn to smile.

She gave a small laugh.

"I think that's all the personal information I need to know. And now I really do need to get back what to work."

She stood up and then did something totally unexpected. She placed both hands on my shoulders then leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. She smiled and walked towards the outer office. When she got as far as the door I stopped her again.

"Mrs. Lopez..."

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome...oh, and by the way, Ray confessed to me he that he told you about Derrick Andrews. He may have been the toughest cop on the force but I can still break him like wet paper bag."

Still smiling, she exited the office and closed the door behind her.

I don't think Colleen knew anything about what Ray and Connie had told me. But for some reason she was a little more attentive than usual that night when I got home...or maybe I had been reminded once more of just how special she is. It is amazing to me how she can tell Molly to eat her green beans and no funny business young lady; and lovingly stroke the back of my hand at the same time.

After dinner I was sitting on the sofa enjoying a brief period of "Brain Dead" time when I was invaded by the Gang of Four. Noelle and Brigid both ended up in my lap. They were playing a private game of their own that involved taking turns touching each other's nose then both them touching my nose at the same time and laughing hysterically. This kept them occupied for at least twenty minutes. Meghan and Molly were on the floor at my feet doing their homework. Eventually Noelle and Brigid were asleep in my arms and Meghan and Molly ended up on the sofa, leaning against me as we watched a little bit of television.

Colleen came in after cleaning the kitchen and stood in front me, her protruding belly in my face, smiling down at the kids.

"Here, let me take one of those so you can relax."

I pulled the two sleeping bodies a little closer to me and smiled back at her.

"It's ok; they feel pretty good right where they are."

Colleen sat in the rocking chair. She watched, contemplating me and our daughters with her contented half smile. We sat there in silence for a while and by the time the TV program was over, Meghan and Molly were also asleep, slumped against me like matching bookends. Colleen stood and walked from the room. As she was coming back into the room, I was leaning my head over sideways and kissed Meghan on the top of her head.

Click

I looked up to see Colleen holding the camera.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, trying not to wake the girls.

"That's a picture I want to look at forever," she whispered back.

Three days later, I was coming back from a meeting in the conference room when I saw Mrs. Lopez walking out of my office. In one hand she was holding my jacket and my car keys in the other. She saw me and started speaking in an excited voice.

"Good, you're here. I was just coming to get you."

"What's going on?"

"Colleen just called and her water broke."

"Oh shit, I've got to go." I grabbed my jacket and keys.

"Just calm down for a second. Your neighbor Linda is there and will stay with the girls. I called Ray because he's at home and can get there quicker. He'll take Colleen to the hospital and they'll meet you there. I'll close up here then Ray and I will be at your house and stay with the girls, don't worry about them. Just call later and let us know what's happening...now GO!"

By the time she had finished saying this I was already on a dead run for the front door.

When I walked through the doors of the maternity ward I saw Colleen and Ray standing at the admitting counter. Colleen was filling in forms and Ray saw me first.

"Robert, over here. Colleen was..."

"A-A-A-H-H-O-O-W-W-W..."

Colleen had cut off what ever Ray was starting to say with a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a scream. She was holding her stomach and had a panicked look on her face. Two nurses were there instantly putting Colleen into a wheelchair. They began pushing her down the hall as quickly as they could without braking into a run. As they turned the corner one of the nurses yelled out, "Let's move it people. It's show time."

I was right behind them.

The birth process for Noelle and Brigid had been leisurely affairs; go to the hospital, sign forms, get settled into the pre-natal room, shave Colleen as part of the pre-op preparation, suck on some ice chips, do Lamaze breathing, time the intervals between contractions...

Screw that stuff this time around.

The nurses were lifting Colleen onto the delivery table as I followed them through the doors. A second behind me was the doctor. He was moving in low speed casual mode and asked, "How far is she dilated?"

"Twenty-one centimeters."

"HO-LY CRAP!" he yelled and jumped to the stool that was positioned at the end of the delivery table. 

The nurse looked at me and barked, "You...get a mask on."

There hadn't been time for Colleen to get into a hospital gown; she was still wearing the dress she had on this morning when I left for work. The nurses lifted Colleen's legs into the stirrups and raised the hem of her dress onto her stomach. The doctor was sitting on his stool and looked between Colleen's legs when he screamed.

"Somebody get a catcher's mitt…NOW! Ok mom, when I count three I want you to push, but not until I tell you."

As soon as someone shoved something into his hands he looked at Colleen's face with a smile in his eyes.

"Here we go; it's time to become a mother. Remember; wait until I tell you then push as hard as you can. One...two...three...push."

Colleen was holding my hand and when she squeezed I thought I could hear bones cracking. Her eyelids were clamped shut and she emitted one long loud combination grunt and groan through gritted teeth. When she finished she was panting heavily and her bright red face was covered in a heavy film of sweat.

I was deliriously happy.

Colleen's eyes were glazed and she asked in between her labored breaths, "How soon before I have to push again?"

The doctor gave a short laugh.

"We can wait a minute before the second act. Here, I've got something you might want to see."

One nurse laid a towel across Colleen's chest then the other laid down a tiny bundle of humanity that had a thick coating of disgusting body fluids.

I have never seen a more beautiful sight in my life.

Colleen looked down at who was lying on her chest then she looked at me, her face beaming. She spoke with a large grin.

"Sorry Bobby, your basketball team is going to have to be co-ed."

I grinned back at her.

"That's ok wife, every team needs a good outside shooter."

Just then a nurse lifted our son...our son...I would have to get used to saying the word son...off of Colleen.

"We need to send this little fellow out for dry cleaning. We'll have him back to you in ten minutes."

They whisked him across to the other side of the room where they began cleaning the goop off of him then measuring and weighing and all of the other stuff that had to be done following a birth. True to their word, ten minutes later Colleen was holding our son as they wheeled the gurney down the hall to her room.

Colleen was sitting up in bed watching our baby's face as he slept while I sat in the chair next to her. She was smiling and without looking up she said, "He looks like Daddy."

"Good, maybe he'll get a date in high school."

Colleen looked at me with a smile.

"Oh come on, you had dates in high school."

"Yeah, but I was a horny teenager, I could've used a lot more."

Colleen only grinned at me.

I sat in the chair holding our son and glanced over at Colleen. She had closed her eyes and her soft regular breathing told me she was asleep. Looking down into the face of this little miracle my thoughts were wandering all over the place.

A son...I'm going to have to learn a whole new parent vocabulary...coaching little league can't be all that hard...maybe his sisters will teach him soccer instead...can't coach soccer, don't understand it well enough...we have a minivan, I can drive on field trips...Colleen is right, he does look like Dad…I wish he were here to meet his grandson…he has four sisters; he's either going to be the little prince or the goat boy...we're out of bedrooms, where is he going to sleep?

I don't know why, and I suppose there is some deep psychological explanation, but no matter how many children you already have, that first time you hold your new child...in the quiet by yourself, you begin to think about your own past and your child's future. We all begin with a clean slate and we almost never end up where we thought we were going to be.

Every child deserves to have parents and family that love them. Parents that are Married/Unmarried/Gay/Straight, it makes no difference. The child should grow up knowing that they are loved and cherished and in a home where they feel safe. In the end, I hope that our children know how deeply Colleen and I love them, and how much we love each other.

There is a simple elegance to every aspect of Colleen, but especially in the way she loves me. We were inseparable as children and now as adults we were continually learning together what true happiness and love is all about. I was the pillar that she leaned on when Bill died and she was there to hold my hand in the aftermath of my marriage to Barbra crashing down in flames. We had helped each other survive our own individual separate corners of hell and our love for each other grows stronger every day. 

Our life together has been nothing but a blessing for both of us, but we have also had to make some sacrifices too. By making our choices we have had to cut ourselves off from our past in Santa Teresa so that we can have a future together. We will never be able to attend any of our high school reunions. Friends that were so dear to us we could no longer stay in touch with, only keep them locked away in our memories. But our love for each other and our children is so great that none of that matters. Any part of the individual hell that we went through, any loss of our past; we would go through it again a hundred times over if we had to so we could end up where we are today, together with our children.

There has been a rapid turnover of the people in our neighborhood. One generation dying, or retiring and moving away to make room for the next generation of young families to move in. By this time no one in San Miguel had any memory of us as anything other than Mr. and Mrs. O'Conner.

There was a country western song on the radio years ago; I can't remember the name of it and don't ask me who the singer was. But I do remember one line... 

"Don't ask me where she came from; 

All I know is she gave me back my life."

I am thirty years old...I am married to my sister...We have five children; I have adopted my nieces and my sister and I now have three children together under the age of twenty-two months...

I am the luckiest man on the face of the earth.

The nurse came and took the baby back to the nursery so that both he and Colleen could have their much needed rest. While she was sleeping, I decided to go downstairs to get a sandwich and coffee plus call home to tell everyone the news that there would now be two males in the O'Conner house. Mrs. Lopez answered the phone and was excited to hear that Colleen and the baby were doing well. She told me not to worry; she and Ray would spend the night at our house with the girls and would see us tomorrow. Then she handed the phone to Meghan.

"Hi daddy, what's our new sister look like?"

"Sorry sweetie, it's not a sister. You have a brother."

There was a second of hesitation as Meghan processed what I had just told her.

"Really?...Molly, we have a brother!" she yelled across the room to her sister. In the background I could hear Molly's laughing cries of "yippee" and the squeals of Noelle and Brigid as they mimicked their sisters.

"Listen sweetheart, I'm going to stay here tonight with your mother and the baby, but Aunt Connie and Uncle Ray are going to spend the night with you guys. We'll bring your brother home tomorrow."

"That's ok, Aunt Connie promised she would make tacos and Uncle Ray is being funny. Daddy, I have to go now. Molly and I need to help Aunt Connie get the girls ready for their nap but Grandma called and wants you to call her back. She's at the hospital with Aunt Sharon and Aunt Mi Lin."

Hospital?

We ended the phone call with Meghan promising to spread hugs and kisses all around. I immediately called the hospital in Santa Teresa and got passed around and put on hold for a long time before I finally got a hold of Mom.




Colleen Ch. 03



"Mom, is everything ok? Meghan told me Sharon and Mi Lin are in the hospital."

Mom laughed. "Didn't she tell you the rest of it? They had their babies this morning, two new granddaughters. How's Colleen? Meghan said that Colleen is having her baby too."

"Had...she already had the baby. Mom, are you sitting down? You have a grandson."

I could hear the surprise in her voice. "Are you sure? Did you look? I don't know how to buy presents for a grandson."

"Yes I looked; the doctor looked too and he was almost positive it's a boy."

"Eleven granddaughters and one grandson, the poor boy's going to have his work cut for him." Mom paused and I could literally hear her thinking.

"Bobby, what time was your baby born?"

11:07...eight pounds eleven ounces, twenty-two inches."

There was silence on the other end then Mom laughed.

"They really planned this right down to the minute didn't they?"

"Planned what, what do you mean?"

"Bobby, Sharon's baby was born at 11:11 and Mi Lin's baby was born at 11:17."

Mom stopped talking to let this bit of news sink in. I was stunned; all three babies had been born within a span of ten minutes.

"Bobby, you need to get back to Colleen. Tell her I'll call her at home tomorrow."

With that, we ended the conversation and I went to tell Colleen about the other babies.

By luck of the draw, we had the same nurse three years in a row for the birth of our children. The next day as we were gathering up our things to leave she said, "So will we be seeing you folks again next year?"

Colleen looked at her with a straight face and responded, "I don't think so, we just found out what's been causing all these babies." 

The look on the nurse's face was priceless.

Colleen and I had decided that we had added enough to the world's population and would take steps to insure that we would not be returning to visit the delivery room any time in the future. During the period that we would not be having actual sex, I would get a vasectomy and Colleen would have her tubes tied.

Although not enthusiastic about getting a vasectomy, I was willing to do it without complaining or whining. However I could not see any good reason for Colleen to go through the process of getting her tubes tied, a much more difficult and complex procedure. But she was adamant.

"I don't care how many vasectomies you have. If you so much as sneeze in my direction I'm going to end up pregnant. This uterus is going out of business for good."

The trip home was uneventful. Meghan and Molly were excited about meeting their brother, and Noelle and Brigid were too young to understand what was going on, just another baby in the house. Even with all the excitement around the three births at the same time, it was the next weekend before we could get to Santa Teresa so that Mom could meet her only grandson.

It was quite a family gathering that weekend. We met at Mike's place because he had the largest house. When you own the construction company, you get a pretty good deal on the house of your dreams. Even Harold Peterson was there. Ever since meeting at the wedding, Harold had been playing golf with the twins once or twice a month. They had forged a friendship that seemed to be based a competition to see who could play the worst round of golf in the history of the game. He was playing with them that morning and they convinced him to stick around and have lunch with us.

When we arrived Mom was already there with Sharon and her kids and Mi Lin arrived just minutes behind us with her kids. We were waiting for the twins to finish their game and get back before starting lunch. The cousins were running in all directions without any obvious purpose, but they were having one hell of a good time. Needless to say, babies were being passed right and left by the adults.

Mom immediately latched on to her grandson and took him into the livingroom. She sat down on the sofa and was rocking him gently back and forth in her arms. She was smiling and rubbing the back of her forefinger on his cheek when she asked her question.

"What did you name him?"

The ship was filled with immigrants as it steamed from Dublin toward New York and Ellis Island. On board were four children named, Brigid, Fiona, James and Michael who had never met before the journey. They were five years old and like all five-year-olds quickly formed an alliance to protect themselves from the older kids. Shortly after landing and then another long day of train rides, they were ecstatic to learn that all four of the families had ended up living on the same block of an Irish neighborhood in Boston.

The four became inseparable and basically indistinguishable to the rest of the world. At St. Catherine's School everyone, including the teachers, thought of them as a single entity. The future held little promise for people in their position, to be servants or day laborers like their parents. The day after graduating from high school, they met on the banks of the River Charles to discuss what they were going to do. They talked all afternoon and late into the evening and didn't stop until everyone was in agreement. It was settled.

One week later, with their families' blessings, James married Fiona and Michael married Brigid. They packed their bags and headed west, eventually settling in San Francisco, living in houses next door to each other. After a while James and Fiona had their only child, a son they named Christopher. Ten years later Michael and Brigid had their only child, a daughter named Margaret. As the infant Margaret became aware of the world around her, the first face she began to recognize other than her parents was the face of Christopher. For some inexplicable reason it made Christopher very happy every time that Margaret smiled at him.

When Margaret had graduated from college and began her career as a second grade teacher, the agony of waiting was over and Christopher Patrick O'Conner and Margaret Louise Murphy were married. They had four children; Colleen, twins James and Michael, and Robert.

"What did you name him?"

"Mom, this is your grandson, Christopher Patrick O'Conner."

Mom held him on her lap looking down at his sleeping face, not speaking. Colleen and I watched as two tears fell onto the blanket tightly wrapped around Chris' tiny body. Mom raised her head and with the happiest smile I had seen on her face since Dad had died, silently mouthed the words, "thank you."

"Grandma, why are you crying?"

Mike's daughter Patricia, now five years old, was standing in front of Mom with a look of deep concern on her face. Holding Chris in one arm, Mom pulled Patricia into a hug with the other.

"Because sweetheart, sometimes Grandmas cry when they are happy."

Patricia's face showed confusion at this bit of information but accepted it with out comment. She turned her head and looked at Colleen and I.

"Aunt Colleen, can I hold Christopher?"

"Of course you can honey. Sit down right here beside Grandma."

Patricia sat on the sofa between Mom and Colleen. Mom placed the sleeping Chris onto Patricia's lap and arranged him carefully to make sure that he wouldn't slide off. Mom, Colleen and I started talking amongst ourselves when Patricia squealed.

"He's smiling, he's smiling at me. Uncle Bobby, Christopher is smiling at me."

She was literally shaking with excitement. We all looked down at Christopher and Patricia was right. Chris's eyes were wide open and he was studying Patricia's face. He had that open mouth, toothless grin that only looks good on a newborn. Chris closed his eyes with a small sigh and began to wiggle around trying to burrow in closer to Patricia. She turned her head and looked at her Grandmother with a tear in her eye.

"I'm happy too Grandma."

About a year after Chris was born I was promoted to Senior Manager. This made me second in command of the San Miguel office of Willis, Goldman & Reed. One morning Harold Peterson called me into his office. As I walked into his office and sat down, Harold was staring out the window with a frown.

"Harold, you're not wearing your happy face. What's going on?"

Peterson slowly turned to face me. He seemed to be studying me for a moment and then he spoke slowly.

"I just got off of the phone with Jamison. Corporate is sending me a new Senior Manager. He will be here on Monday the 17th."

I opened my mouth to say something but he cut me off.

"I don't know what's going on but I intend to find out. We'll talk about this after I know more, but I wanted to let you know right away because it will directly affect your position here. Right now I need to make some phone calls."

With that I understood it was time to return to my office.

Jamison was a vice president at corporate headquarters in New York and head of the Human Resources Division. This was a highly unusual move on the part of headquarters. Under normal circumstances, it would be the field office that requested a new senior manager, not the other way around. Something was not right.

That night I told Colleen what was happening and she was as concerned as I about what it might mean to my job with Willis, Goldman & Reed. She pulled me into her bosom and was gently stroking the back of my head when she said, "Try not to worry. Everything will work out all right and we'll be fine."

But I did worry, and the next few days were not productive for me. The memories of Derrick Andrews being suddenly thrust into the Chicago office came rushing back to haunt me and sleep was a precious commodity.

The next afternoon, Harold walked into my office and sat in the chair next to my desk. He leaned back and stretched his legs out straight. He clasped his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling for a moment before he spoke.

"The new guy's name is Jack Cartwright and is supposed to be a hot shot at management. He's already been to the Atlanta and St. Louis offices and now some jackass thinks we need to have him here. This corporation has ninety-seven offices and San Miguel isn't even half the size of most of them. We have the highest profit margin in the company and we're number eleven in terms of real dollars generated. The idea that we need management help is horseshit. I don't like what's going on but I guess that we'll have to wait until he gets here and see what happens."

At 7:55 AM on the morning of Monday the 17th Harold and I were in the lobby of the office. The office begins work promptly at 8:00 and we were waiting to greet Cartwright. Mrs. Nelson is a charming lady in her sixties and had been our receptionist for almost forty years. She had already settled in behind the counter and was preparing for the new work week to begin. By 8:20 Harold was fuming when we heard someone walk through the front door.

He appeared to be in his late twenties and made a quick visual survey of the lobby then walked towards us. Even from ten feet away we could tell that his suit was incredibly expensive and with his hair slicked back he looked like he had just stepped off the cover of GQ Magazine. He regarded us with the beginnings of a sneer at the corner of his mouth and stood there saying nothing. Harold put out his hand and said, "Good morning...Jack Cartwright?"

Cartwright looked down at Peterson's hand but didn't shake it. "You must be Peterson," was the only thing he said.

Harold pulled back his hand and I could see the color of his face slowly begin to turn red. He gestured towards me and said, "This is Robert O'Conner. He is the Senior Manager here."

Cartwright glanced over at me for less than a second then back at Harold and spoke.

"We'll see about that. Now let's get started, there's a lot I want to get accomplished today." He turned and leaned over the reception counter and spoke to Mrs. Nelson who was smiling sweetly at him.

"Listen sweetheart, why don't you make yourself useful and get me a cup of coffee. I take it cream no sugar and you're going to want to remember how I like it."

Harold was standing directly behind him. He reached out and grabbed the back of Cartwright's pants at the waist and yanked up as hard as he could. This produced a wedgie of epic proportions. Cartwright went up on his toes, eyes bugging out, and he emitted a shrill screech that began going up in pitch until it reached a frequency of sound that only dogs could hear.

Still holding Cartwright up on his toes, Harold grabbed his coat and shirt collar at the back of his neck and pushed down until his torso was parallel to the ground. Keeping him in that position, Peterson spun him around and began marching him across the lobby towards the front door. Marie from housekeeping was polishing the glass and stopped to open the door as they approached. Harold bodily threw Cartwright out the door and we watched as he bounced once on the sidewalk and skidded towards the gutter. Harold pointed to his left and said, "The unemployment office is six blocks that way," then came back into the building.

As soon as Harold had grabbed Cartwright, Mrs. Nelson picked up the phone and began punching in numbers. By the time Harold got back to us he was breathing heavy and reached out to take the receiver that Mrs. Nelson was offering to him. 

This was obviously a routine they had participated in before.

"Hello, Jamison? This is Peterson...that's right, your boy Cartwright showed up...no, I fired his ass and threw it out on the street... Jamison, you're stuttering again. Just shut the hell up and listen...I don't give a rat's ass what you think...well whose bonehead idea was it...listen very closely; I have two things to say to you. Derrick Andrews and Tony Patterson...just calm down before you wet yourself...if they've got a problem with it, tell them to call me directly...listen; don't ever send me an asshole like that again. If you do, I am personally coming to New York and explain to the Board why that's not such a good idea...that's right, I knew you would see it that way once I explained it. You have just a peach of a day."

At that moment I truly and absolutely knew that Harold Peterson is one of the good guys.

Harold hung up the phone then rubbed the bridge of his nose, lost in thought for a moment.

"Mrs. Nelson, if you would be so kind as to file a sexual harassment charge against Mr. Jack Cartwright, I would greatly appreciate it."

During this whole time, Mrs. Nelson had been smiling pleasantly as she watched the proceedings.

"Right after lunch Harold," she said, and then she smiled in my direction. "Usually they last until at least Thursday. This one was a record."

By this time Harold had calmed down and turned to me.

"Did anyone else smell liquor on his breath? Robert, I'm going to need you to sign the claim form that you witnessed Jack Cartwright sexually harassing Mrs. Nelson. By the way, I'm playing golf with your brothers on Saturday and we need a fourth, do you think you can make it?"

"Uh...yeah...sure...I'll have to check with Colleen but I think I can make it."

As much as I get nauseous from the mere thought of playing golf, at that moment I would crawl on my hands and knees bare assed naked across a field of broken glass for this guy.

I begged Colleen to not let me play golf but I ended up going and actually had a blast. For the first time in my life I scored below 220 for eighteen holes and still won the match. Mike and Jimmy spent the entire morning laughing after I told them what Harold had done to Cartwright.

Mom and Dad were each the "only child," so Colleen and the twins and I grew up without any aunts, uncles or cousins of our own. Because we live in San Miguel and out of necessity had to limit our contacts in Santa Teresa, our extended family grew through adoption.

Miss Jennings and her partner SaraJane became the sisters that Colleen never had growing up. When we are at the office she will always be Mrs. Lopez but our kids love their Uncle Ray and Aunt Connie to death. And Harold Peterson…

Harold is a smart businessman with a gruff exterior and when the need arises, can exhibit a take-no-prisoners approach. But he is fair and gracious in all his business dealings, highly respected by his peers. He is an intensely private person with a crusty exterior as a public face, but in reality he is a considerate and compassionate man, especially regarding his employees. When Linda Stewart's husband was injured in an industrial accident and hospitalized for eight months, Harold authorized a ten thousand dollar third quarter bonus for Linda that kept their home out of foreclosure. 

But his particular weakness is children.

Harold has spent countless hours pulling strings and calling in favors to get the children of his employees into the college of their choice or arranging scholarships for those that had no hope of going to college at all. Every three year old that wanders into the building knows that Harold is a soft touch and keeps a dish of chocolate drops on the corner of his desk.

But there is a special connection between Harold and our kids. Even with the grumpy look on his face and his habit of barking out his sentences, the kids knew instantly that on the inside Harold is as tough as a chocolate soufflé. The second time she met him Meghan called him Uncle Harold and he has been that ever since. 

Mom and the twins had met Harold and the two Sara's at the wedding and accepted them as part of the family. Mike and Jimmy immediately bonded with Harold over an irrational love of the game of golf. Mom and Sharon and Mi Lin simply pulled the two Sara's into their circle as if they had always been there. After Connie and Ray moved here from Chicago, the circle grew a little bit larger. With law enforcement as a commonality, Jimmy and Ray instantly connected and as always, Mike came along for the ride.

One day the twins and Harold cornered Ray and was trying to harass him into playing golf with them. Ray did not have a look of amusement on his face when he said, "I shot the last guy that asked me to play golf with him."

There was a brief moment of silence until Mike responded, "So-o-o…can we take that as a maybe?" 

You would think that living in a house with five kids would be sheer bedlam twenty-four hours a day but this was not the case. From the very beginning, all five worked together, running like a well oiled piece of machinery. I have never seen another group of sisters and brothers establish a set of relationships quite like theirs. Colleen and I did not overtly push them into any particular behavior pattern; they just worked it out on their own. There were squabbles and the typical sibling flare ups, but the pouting and hurt feelings never lasted more than a couple of hours and then the participants were back to helping each other finish the household chores and struggle with tonight's geometry homework.

Meghan and Molly were inseparable, constantly finishing each others' sentences. Noelle and Brigid are the same way. Two pairs of best friends completely devoted to each other. Meghan and Molly took their role as older sisters very seriously. They were constantly there for Noelle and Brigid, holding hands, kissing boo-boo's, offering comfort and teaching them how to fold napkins for dinner. All four of them insisted that Meghan and Noelle share a room and Molly and Brigid share the other. They wouldn't have it any other way. I don't think anyone of us would have survived if the Gang of Four had not had the bond that they do.

The Gang of Four absolutely adored their brother and worshiped the ground he walked on. But they were not at all hesitant to slap him on the back of the head and tell him to "stop acting like an idiot!" This kept him from developing any exaggerated sense of self importance. 

With the Gang of Four paired up this left Christopher as the odd man out but it never seemed to affect him. One day when he was about four, Chris was sitting at the dinning table, deeply engrossed in drawing pictures on the back of some used sketch paper that Colleen had given him while his sisters were having a conspiracy meeting in one of the bedrooms. As I sat down next to him, I studied him for a moment wondering how he fit in as an individual into this web of best friends.




Colleen Ch. 03



"Hey Chris, who is your best friend?"

He didn't even bother to look up when he answered.

"Patricia."

Patricia? Mike's daughter?

Chris raised his head to look at me and his expression told me that was the dumbest question he had ever heard.

Patricia.

As soon as I thought about it, it made sense. From the very moment they first met, they insisted on being together as often as they could. When the family would get together, Chris would run to Patricia first before acknowledging the existence of anyone else. They would play together and tune everyone else out. Many times Mike or Sharon would bring Patricia to San Miguel to be with Christopher just so that she would smile again. It was not uncommon for her to spend a week or more at our house in the summer and literally became a sixth child for us.

Truth be told, there were times when Colleen and I were not at all sure how many kids actually lived in our house. Frank and Linda Martin were our close friends that lived next door. Their daughters were the same age as Meghan and Molly and their son Keith had been born a couple of weeks before Christopher. The back and forth traffic between the two houses became so constant that Frank and I finally took down the fence between the two backyards. This gave the kids a much larger area to play in and we didn't have to constantly nag them about closing the front door.

Somewhere along the way our two houses became neighborhood central for every kid in a ten block radius. Down to the very last one, they were unfailingly polite and well mannered although at times the decibel level was excruciatingly high. God only knows how many kids were in this group, a number that was constantly fluctuating, with an age span of about ten years. Colleen and I loved the commotion these kids created but it also meant that we had to pay special attention to the task of finding time just for ourselves, time for just the two of us to remind ourselves why we love each other so much. We had to be imaginative in ways to create these moments.

One morning about 10:30 I was sitting in my office when my phone rang. When I answered, all I heard was Colleen's voice.

"I'm lying on the bed and I don't have any clothes on…don't make me start without you."

And then a dial tone.

By the time I walked through the bedroom door, I had already taken off my shirt and was working to get my pants off. Colleen was lying on the bed with her legs parted and a look of frustration on her face.

"Jesus Bobby, what took you so long?"

"I got a speeding ticket over on Balboa Avenue. I've never seen a cop write so slow in my life."

As I lay on top of her and my hips fell between her thighs, Colleen lightly held my face between the palms of her hands and gently kissed me on the lips. She smiled and whispered, "I'm glad you could make it."

I will agree that being married to your sister is not the conventional approach to marriage. But in the end, it makes no difference if you are married to your sister, the girl next door or the woman you met at the bar last night. The marriage is doomed to failure if both of you don't work together and individually to keep the love alive, the love that made you want to get married in the first place. A good marriage is a lot of hard work.

Colleen and I make love to each other twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Please note that I said that we make love, not have sex. We make love to each other in little tiny ways all the time that does not involve sex.

We are not embarrassed to express genuine affection for each other. We hold hands in public. Our shoulders touch when we sit in the pew Sunday mornings. At neighborhood parties Colleen stands next to me with her arm around my waist, my arm around her shoulders. It is against the laws of nature for Colleen and I to walk past each other without stopping for a quick kiss or a gentle touch and then continue on our way. One of our favorite ways to tease the kids is to wait until we are all in the same room together. Colleen will sit in my lap and we start kissing and hugging until the kids run from the room screaming, "Oh gross!" When she got older Meghan's comment as she left the room was always, "Would you two just go to a motel…PLEASE!"

I suppose that the frequency of our sexual encounters is higher than the national average, but we are not constantly tearing at each other's clothes every moment of the day. Nothing could be further from the truth. We were forced to slow down considerably out of necessity when the kids were young. When you have three children under the age of two and a half, exhaustion is a way of life. The only thought that sits there in your head all day is knowing that at the end of the day you will crawl into bed with your lover and then sweet, delicious, glorious sleep.

One occasion sticks out in my memory and I will never forget it.

Colleen and I had not had sex for over two weeks. Meghan and Molly were squabbling about something and for the first and only time the bad feelings had spilled over to a second day. Christopher was teething and both Noelle and Brigid had killer ear infections. The constant bickering and crying from all five of the kids had us completely frazzled. Just as we were starting to get them down for the night, Colleen pulled me aside out the kid's range of hearing. She gave a quick kiss and whispered in my ear.

"You better get yourself ready because in exactly twenty minutes you are going to crawl between my legs and do what you do best."

It was actually two hours before we finally got into bed. Colleen wrapped her legs around my waist and sighed, "I've been looking forward to this all day."

I could tell that this moment had been on her mind as soon as I slid into her. I had missed this as much as she. That velvet feeling of being inside of her only increased the flow of blood to my cock. She moaned deliriously as I felt her pubic hair begin to caress my balls. I slowly pulled my hips back and then reversed direction as we began the journey to our ultimate pleasure. As I began to pick up speed, I realized that something didn't feel quite right. I heard a sound escape from Colleen's mouth and I looked down into her face.

Colleen's eyes were closed and she was snoring.

My only thought at that moment as I rolled us over onto our sides was, "Oh thank you God! I don't think I have the strength to finish this."

Life is not, as they say, "just a bowl of cherries." You can't live with someone as long as we have and not get on each others nerves at least once and a while. But Colleen and I are luckier than most married couples. Any arguments that we've had have always been the simple little ones that usually began with statements like, "How could you forget to pick up the dry cleaning? It's right next door to the hardware store." Or "I told you two weeks ago I had this meeting. I even wrote it on the calendar." Or more frequently, "Could you PLEASE keep the kids quiet. I have to get this done by tomorrow morning."

But these flare ups are very infrequent and so minor that within the hour we are hugging and doing what we need to do to make sure that we are back on track with each other. I firmly believe that these types of incidents are necessary to remind ourselves that if we are not diligent about keeping the love alive, it can all turn into a living hell overnight.

I pulled the minivan into the driveway and turned the engine off. I can't remember what started it but for the last five minutes Colleen and I had been snapping at each other over something that was of absolutely no importance in the grand scheme of things. Colleen and I turned toward each other, mouths open, ready to speak the words that would begin World War III when a tiny voice drifted up from the back of the minivan.

"All right children, let's all go to our happy place"

Our heads snapped around and we stared at the back of the van. There we saw five innocent, expressionless faces staring back at us. Colleen began to giggle and soon we were all roaring with laughter. I had no other option but to start the car and drive to our favorite burger joint.

There was only one time when things came close to getting out of hand.

I will admit that draining the oil out of the lawnmower into Colleen's favorite casserole dish was not the smartest decision I have ever made. But I felt that her reaction was way out of line when I told her that yes, I did in fact know it was something that she cooked food in and I had every intention of rinsing it out before I put it back. I then calmly informed her that the lawnmower would not fit where she told me to put it…no matter how far I bent over. I also knew that it was going to take me all afternoon to replace the porch light that fell off when she slammed the back door.

I stared at the door for a minute then turned around to find all five kids lined up in stair step fashion looking at me, faces devoid of any expression. You don't know true humiliation until your five year old son looks you directly in the eye and says, "Gee dad, that was really dumb."

The kids did a right face and marched off. As they were leaving, Meghan turned and looked over her shoulder at me and said, "You know dad, this is really going to cost you."

When I slid into bed that night, Colleen was lying with her back to me. For the only time in our lives, when I placed my hand on her hip she shoved my arm away. I don't know about Colleen but I didn't get much sleep that night. In the morning I woke to find Colleen staring at me with tears in her eyes. Her lip was trembling as she spoke.

"Who was that crazy woman you let get into our bed last night?"

"I don't know but her brother is a complete imbecile."

Colleen wiped her eyes and sniffed as she asked, "Are we ok now?"

I pulled her close and held tight as I whispered into her ear, "Yeah, we're good."

Meghan was right, it did cost me. That afternoon I bought Colleen a brand new set of gourmet cookware, a very small price to pay to make the woman I love happy.

Meghan and Molly invented a game we all love to play that they named Dog Pile on Daddy. In this game Colleen would surprise me by leading a gang of five screaming and squealing kids, chasing me around the house or yard until I was gang tackled. The winner was the first person to steal my shoe. The winner also got to choose what we would have for dinner that night.

There is a variation of this game that Colleen and I play in the bedroom late at night after the kids are asleep. The name of this game is Dog Pile on Mommy. The rules of this game are that I chase Colleen around the bedroom until someone steals her panties.

I am always the winner.

Then one day it happened. 

Dad had told my brothers and I to expect it, it happens to all men. But being forewarned did nothing to lessen the panic that I felt.

It was a Saturday morning and the kids were out somewhere which left Colleen and I alone in the house. I was standing in the dining room going through the mail that had just arrived when Colleen walked in from the bedroom, turned her back to me, looked over her shoulder and asked "THE QUESTION."

"Does this dress make my ass look fat?"

There is no correct answer to this question. If you answer "yes," you're a dead man. If you answer "no," you're immediately called a liar and your parents' marriage is questioned. This is typically followed by a long series of slamming doors. If you try to waffle and resort to vague and ambiguous comments, she turns into a starving wolf and you are the wounded lamb. She will be relentless until you collapse from exhaustion and give an answer.

This question is the root cause of 90 % of all the divorces in America today. (Ok, I made up that statistic, but I am dead certain the number is at least 80 %.) Dad had also given the twins and I the key to survival in this situation. The secret had been passed down to him from his father and from his father before him going back thousands of generations. There is only one thing that can save both your marriage and your life.

Distraction.

Many men have faked a heart attack at this point. But that is only good for one time and after you return from the hospital with a clean bill of health, she will be standing there in the same dress, asking the same damn question.

"Does this dress make my ass look fat?"

I turned Colleen around to face me and pulled her close. When she opened her mouth to speak I immediately shoved my tongue in as far as it could go. My hands slid down and started to caress her ass. When I pulled my tongue away from her tonsils she asked, "Bobby! What are you doing?" 

I continued stroking and squeezing her ass. Colleen moaned "that feels good," and began to kiss me along the side of my neck. I slowly pulled up her dress up until I could feel the silkiness of her panties and slid both hands down inside, stroking the satin smooth skin of her cheeks. I pulled her closer to me until we were rubbing our groins together and Colleen softly whispered as she nibbled in my ear. 

"Are you trying to start something here? Because it's working."

I pushed her panties down her legs then lifted her up and sat her ass on the edge to the dining table, spreading her knees apart and standing between her thighs. Colleen put her arms around my neck and then it was her turn to slide her tongue down my throat. At the same time I was undoing my belt and shoving my pants down to my ankles. I pulled her dress up further until it was above her waist letting me see and feel the thick fur of her pussy. With one hand I was running my fingers through her pubic hair and the other hand was on my cock, lining it up with the opening between her legs.

"Baby, you have the most delicious ass in the world. Every time I see it or even think about it, I can't control myself."

My brain was screaming "MAY-DAY, MAY-DAY" to my dick. If I didn't give a world class performance, my testicles would be separated from the rest of my body without the use of anesthesia or surgical tools. But that has never been a problem for me. Everytime I see the dark forest of hair between Colleen's legs, my cock is as hard as a concrete pillar. As soon as the tip of my dick touched the lips of her cunt, Colleen moaned and put her hands on my hips to pull me deep into her. When I was completely inside of her, she gave a big sigh and lay back on the table. She was breathing heavily and groaned out, "Don't stop now."

I put my hands under Colleen's thighs and lifted them until they were around my hips. She crossed her calves behind my ass and tried to pull me in even deeper. I began to work my hips, sliding in out of Colleen. As I started to pick up speed, I leaned over and braced myself with both arms on either side of her head. Colleen's mouth was open and her eyes rolled back in her head. My hips were doing 100 RPM's as Colleen was slapping her palms on the tabletop. Within minutes Colleen and I both screamed "OH DEAR GOD" and went into convulsions as semen shot out the end of my cock.

We were both gasping for air as the tremors of our orgasms began to fade away. I leaned down and quickly kissed Colleen on the lips. As I pulled my head back she whispered, "I love you husband."

"I love you wife." 

I paused, my mind scrambling. "Listen, I have to…uh…go to…um…go to the hardware store. I need to…need to get some…uh…nails. I need to get some nails for...the thing. I'll be back later." As I was talking I was pulling up my pants and moving towards the front door.

Colleen was still lying on the table, completely relaxed and panting heavily with her panties dangling off one of her ankles. She was smiling as she spoke.

"Ok, don't be long." 

It was less than fifteen minutes from the time Colleen asked the question to the moment I exited out the front door. As I stepped out onto the front porch and closed the door behind me, I was still fastening my belt and zipping up my pants. I flew down the steps towards the car. By the time the car door was closed and the seat belt was buckled, I was already turning the corner at the end of the block. 

I actually did go to the hardware store and bought the first bag of nails that I saw on the shelf. Now I was going to have to remember where I left the hammer in the garage the last time I used it, probably sometime last year. After the hardware store I stopped at the bakery, got a Danish and café mocha to go then wandered across the street to the park and watched a little league game for a while. After a couple of hours had passed I decided it was time to go home. 

When I walked back into the house I was a little apprehensive about what the fallout might be from what had happened that morning. I was standing in the middle of the livingroom nervously looking around when I heard Colleen come down the hall from the bedroom and step into the livingroom.

She was as naked as the day she was born.

Wordlessly she walked up to me and began to unbutton my shirt. She gave me little bites on my nipples as she slid the shirt off my shoulders and down my arms. Next she unbuckled my belt, lowered the zipper on my pants and pushed them to the floor. When she had me completely undressed, she took my hand and led me down the hall to the bedroom. At the door she stopped and gave me a gentle kiss then whispered in my ear.

"The kids are spending the night with Connie and Ray. We don't have to pick them up until ten o'clock tomorrow morning." 

With that she gently pulled me into the bedroom and closed the door behind us.

We were late picking up the kids.

After thirty-five years, Mom decided that it was time for the next generation to take over the responsibility for teaching the second grade. There were seven teachers retiring that year so a large banquet was held at the Santa Teresa County Club. All the friends from San Miguel were invited but Harold was the only one who could make it to help Mom celebrate.

The food was superb, the speeches were dreary, the music was smooth, the dancing was good and the bar was open. There were tears and laughter from co-workers who would no longer be seeing each other on a daily basis.

Late in the evening Harold pulled me aside and said, "I was just talking to your mother about her trip…"

For years before he passed away, Mom and Dad had talked about visiting Alaska and now she was going to fulfill that dream. She was leaving next month for a cruise that started in San Francisco and sailed up the coast stopping in Vancouver and several other spots in Canada and then Alaska, returning two weeks later. As soon as she returned Mom was traveling back east to visit an old friend from college.

"…and it got me to thinking. I've been in San Miguel for thirty years and built up more vacation time than God himself. I think it's time that I get the hell out of Dodge for a while."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know, travel I guess, definitely go visit John Gordon and give him some golf lessons. Mostly relax and not think about the office."

"I'm envious, that sounds fantastic."

"Anyway, that means that you will be in charge of the office while I'm gone but don't go crazy. I don't want to have to re-train everyone when I get back." It was a rare moment, Harold was smiling.

"When are you going?"

"First I want to make sure that the Gibson nonsense is taken care of and then tie up some other loose ends. I don't know, three…four weeks maybe."

Harold had an odd look on his face. I just chalked it up to anticipation about getting away.

So on a Friday afternoon, Harold shook my hand, said, "Good luck, don't call. If anything happens I don't want to hear about it." And headed out the door.

It seemed like the second that Harold left the building, every conceivable crisis scenario mankind could possibly envision popped up. But with everyone in the office functioning like the precision machine that Harold had built over the years, everything was running smoothly when he returned.




Colleen Ch. 04



(This is a continuation of a story about two work associates traveling to Amsterdam on business together. The story is pure fantasy, albeit about a real person. Enjoy!)

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We walked the several blocks to the dance club. Colleen was riding her high as well as the egg. She continued to moan quietly as we walked, continuously reminding me how horny she was, and how much fun she was having. She was effusive in her thanks for the trip so far. I was still amazed at the wanton slut that had shown up with me in Europe, as it bore no behavioral resemblance to the Colleen that I had worked with these past several years. Of course, I was having the time of my life as well.

We arrived at the club and found a line waiting to get in. Odette had warned me about that and had supposedly arranged for us to get VIP treatment. I found the VIP door, and sure enough the bouncer had us on his list for special admission. He ushered into the dance hall, where a loud hard rock song was reverberating around the room. I was immediately reminded of the psychedelic 60's with all the lights and strobes going off, but unlike the somewhat random patterns of my hippie days, these lights and strobes were definitely in tune with the music, a clear indicator of a superb computer based sound system. We fell into a natural sway with the music even before we found a table.

The place wasn't all that crowded, but it did have enough of a crowd that allowed for dancing, but still lots of body to body contact on the dance floor. And the eye candy was delightful. People of all ages were in the club, and the clothing ranged from casual chic to outright pornographic. I looked around the room to get my bearings, subconsciously noting where the restrooms, bar and exits were located. Most of my eye grazing focused on the many sexy women in the club.

We found two chairs at a table for six occupied by two other couples. Or so we thought. They were younger than us; a bit younger than Colleen and a lot younger than me. All four were Dutch, but their English was pretty good. We learned that they were all friends and came to dance as a group, not as couples. The two guys could have been twins. Both were about 6 foot tall and lanky with black curly hair. They were both dressed in very tight black jeans and black tank tops. On the other hand the girls were almost opposites. One was petite, about 15 pounds overweight with dark hair and sultry dark eyes. She was wearing a short black skirt and a black tee shirt that barely held her large breasts. She had roundish face with a mischievous grin and just the hint of dimples. Her skin was smooth and seemed to radiate a pearlescent glow accented by her grey eyes. The other girl was blonde, tall and slender. She wore loose slacks and a white silk blouse. Her tits were pressing against the material of the blouse, making it clear to all that she was not wearing a bra. She was deeply tanned with green eyes. We introduced ourselves, but I didn't catch their names, but they welcomed us with grins. Colleen and I took a few moments to look around as we waited for someone to take our orders. When no one came for several minutes, I finally asked one of the guys about the wait staff. He informed me that there were waiters and waitresses, but the best bet was to go order our own.

I excused myself to fetch drinks. When I returned with my Scotch and Colleen's wine, the group was sharing another joint. I gave Colleen her wine as 'dark hair' passed me the joint. I was still high from the coffeehouse, but it didn't stop me from sharing the joint. As I held my toke, I looked over at Colleen. I smiled to myself, once again realizing how lucky I was for this week, having this beautiful woman as my playmate for the week. She was already swaying to the music, and her eyes were enjoying the eye candy in the club. I continued to look around taking in as many of the women who were dressed in revealing outfits as I could. Many of the outfits were so revealing that the place would likely be raided if it was in most cities in the states. One example was a lady at the next table who had on high heels, a micro skirt, and an absolutely transparent blouse that allowed everyone to see her 36C breasts. Her partner was a good looking dude in tight pants and no top. As I watched, she was caressing his crotch. His hard on was obvious in his pants and his hand was caressing her upper thigh. Neither of them made any attempt to hide their amorous behavior when they caught me looking.

I also noted that all four of our table mates had stolen glances at Colleen, clearly enjoying her display of feminine charms. That was when I decided to tease her a bit, so I reached in my pocket and turned her egg back on. By that time, she was no longer surprised, so she gave no outward appearance of the egg. But her eyes met mine, and she smiled, letting me know she could feel the vibes emanating from her pussy. I took another sip of my drink, and then took Colleen out onto the dance floor for a slow dance. We enjoyed the slow dance and the following fast dance. She ground her pussy against my cock every chance she had. Despite our recent sexual activities, my cock hardened as she teased. We enjoyed another dance before returning to our table.

Over the next hour or so, we would dance and occasionally try to make conversation with our table mates. This was quite challenging given the high decibel level of the music being blasted out by the DJ combined with the Dutch accents as they tried to converse with us in English. Not that it mattered much, given the amount of liquor and smoke that we were sharing. We were all having fun. The four of them were dancing regularly and sharing partners. And the two girls often danced together as the guys drank and smoked and watched all of the sexy female bodies in the dance club. Of course I did too. After we had been with our tablemates for awhile, one of the guys got enough gumption to dance with Colleen. That pretty much broke the ice and we all started dancing with each other, as the girls ended up dancing with each of the guys as time went on. Eventually, as we all got extremely high and somewhat drunk, even the girls started dancing with each other.

Eventually I found myself dancing with the blonde. As we were dancing, I noticed that overly amorous couples would occasionally leave the room through some swinging doors behind the deejay table. My curiosity got the best of me and so I asked Blondie where the doors led.

She smiled at me, answering, "To the cubes."

As if that meant something to me. "The cubes?"

The smile widened. "Yeah, the cubes. It's part of the club where couples can find a bit of privacy. Would you like to see them?"

My curiosity was piqued. "You bet."

"Okay," she answered. "We have to qualify for entrance." 

I wasn't sure what she meant exactly. But I began to get the idea when she moved in close to me, and started rubbing her body against mine. Before I knew it, she was kissing me. I responded in kind and before I knew it, our tongues were dancing to their own music. Her hands reached around me and gripped my asscheeks pulling me in close. My cock hardened quickly as she ground her crotch into mine. I responded in kind by sliding my hands down onto her ass, eliciting moans from her. For several minutes we swayed to the music while essentially dry humping on the dance floor.

When the song ended my dance partner led me towards the door to the "cubes" and as she did so she whispered into my ear, "Make sure you are caressing my breasts as we approach the door."

Being a breathing heterosexual male, I did as she instructed with great pleasure. I caressed her nipples through the thin material of the blouse, feeling them harden immediately at my touch. When we got close to the door, she slid her hand across my crotch squeezing my cock through my slacks. A large well built black man standing at the doorway looked us over closely, and apparently convinced that we were amorous enough, opened the door to allow us to pass into a corridor. A few feet into the corridor, some stairs went down. The lighting was dim and the smell of weed was intense. She led me down the stairs into another corridor. Several couples, both hetero and same sex were moving slowly back and forth through the corridor. As we moved a few feet into the corridor, I saw that it was lined with doors on both sides, space some six to eight feet apart. The doors on one side had windows in them and the doors on the other side were solid. On each side, some doors were open while many were closed. I quickly observed that many couples were staring intently into the windows of closed doors.

Blondie turned to me and once again kissed me passionately for several seconds. She broke the kiss and then explained that we were now free to participate however we chose. We could watch others through the windows or we could claim a cube to ourselves. If we chose to use a cube that had a door with a window, then we would likely be watched. Obviously, if we wanted complete privacy, we needed to choose one of the solid door cubes.

Not sure how far my partner wanted to take this, I asked her what she wanted to do.

"Ooh, I'd love to watch for awhile if you don't mind. It makes me so horny."

"That sounds good to me," I responded. "But it is unlikely that I will be able to keep my hands off of your sexy body."

"I'm counting on that."

We moved to the first window where another couple was watching a couple fuck inside the room. Neither of the people in the room was particularly sexy and my partner moved us to the next window. Nobody was watching through this window. We looked in and saw a man receiving a blow job from another man. Silently, I hoped she didn't want to stay and watch this one. Not that homosexuality bothered me; I just didn't get excited by watching it. I was relieved when she said, "I'd much rather watch two girls than two guys. Let's move on."

The next couple of windows looked in on empty rooms. Then we came upon one that caught our attention. A couple of ladies occupied the room, and one was obviously doing a good job of pleasuring the other with her tongue. As we watched the cunnilingus taking place I slid behind my partner and started rubbing my cock against her ass. She responded by grinding hard against me. I slid my hands up across her stomach and started caressing her tits again. Her nipples were large and hard and if her moans were any indication her nipples were quite sensitive. As I played with her nipples through her blouse, I felt her hands undoing the buttons of the blouse. As soon as she had a couple of buttons undone she slid my hands inside her blouse giving me full freedom for caressing her breasts and nipples. We continued to watch the two girls pleasure each other as our arousal grew. We continued watching as one of our stars shuddered through an orgasm.

My partner moaned, "Oh, god, she's hot. And my pussy is so wet."

I took her comment as an invitation and slowly slid one of my hands lower across her abdomen and slid it down until my fingers could slide between her legs. Her arousal was evidenced by the moistness I felt through her slacks. I pressed my finger into her crotch forcing the material of her slacks into her pussy lips.

She moaned, "Oh, yeah."

Not one to let some material get in the way, I slid my hand back up to her belly, and found my way inside of her slacks. Moments later my fingers were back between her swollen moist labia. She was wearing thong panties, but the wisp of material between her swollen labia did little to protect her pussy from my probing digit. She reacted by pressing hard against my cock. I was pretty sure it wasn't an attempt to evade my caresses as she ground her ass hard against my now very obvious hard-on.

We continued to watch the two girls. Our bodies swayed together as we teased each other. The girls had swapped positions as the post-orgasmic blonde was now eating the pussy of her partner. The girl receiving the pleasure started squeezing her own nipples which were pointinging out from some very large breasts. My partner surprised me yet again when she said, "Now I'd love to feast on those. Look at the size of her boobs. And those nipples are huge."

"Mmmm," I moaned into her ear in agreement. By now I was extremely aroused, and my cock was begging to be released from the constraints of my very tight pants. Attempting to move us along a bit, I found the front zipper and button to my partner's pants, and undid them. I continued to play with my partners pussy as her moistness soaked my fingers. I continued to massage her enlarged labia. Eventually, she spread her legs allowing me full access to her clit and pussy. It was easy for me to find her large engorged clit, and I felt her body spasm in a mini orgasm as when my fingers first contacted her love button. As I continued to caress her clit, she slid her hand behind her and between us, quickly finding its way to my cock. It only took her a moment to slide my zipper down and her hand was inside my pants, caressing my cock through my briefs. I'm sure she could feel it throbbing in excitement. I nibbled on her ear as I moaned in delight.

"Let's find our own room," she whispered. "I want your cock in my mouth and your tongue between my legs. Now!"

Who was I to argue? "Lead the way." As she took my hand and lead me further down the hall, I silently wondered whether or not she would select a windowed door. It didn't bother me one way or the other; I was ready to give her my cock any way she wanted it. I only hoped she wouldn't be too disappointed, given my donation earlier in the evening to Colleen. My guess was a window.

Turned out I was wrong as she selected an open solid door and pulled me in. She closed the door and started undressing me, but I stopped her. "You first. I want to watch you undress."

She smiled at me, "You really are a voyeur, aren't you?"

"Oh, yes. And I think it is about time we learn each other's name, don't you? My name is..."

"Stop!" she screamed. "That's part of the excitement for me. I want to be eaten by a strange American whose name I'll never know. Is that all right? Oh, and I had better tell you now. You do not get to fuck me. Only my boyfriend gets to fuck me. I hope you aren't too upset. But I am known to give good blow jobs. Is that okay?" I nodded in agreement as she finished unbuttoning her blouse. She pulled it back to reveal her small but pert and very aroused breasts. My eyes focused on her boobs, and she most definitely noticed. He slid her hands back up to her tits and started squeezing the nipples, making them even harder than they already were. She teased me, clearly enjoying the role of stripper. 

After another minute or two of her nipple play, she slid her hands down to the waist of her partially opened slacks. She turned around and in a classic stripper dance, slowly lowered the slacks to the floor. The loose slacks had hidden a very tight body with a deliciously tight ass only barely protected by her thong.. I wolf-whistled my appreciation. She responded with a shake of her ass and a slow pirouette back to where she was facing me. The thong did nothing to hide her arousal as I could see her lit peeking out between the wisp of material and her pussy lips. Staring me in the eyes, she spread her legs wide and slid her fingers between her legs. 

She rubbed herself for a few minutes before pulling the thong aside. Without hesitation she started fingering herself as I watched. I couldn't wait any longer, as I extracted my hard cock from my briefs, giving her a full view of my nine inch piece of man meat. I slowly stroked my cock as she continued to plunge her fingers in and out of her cunt.

"I hope you like the taste of pussy," she said. "Mine is soaking wet. Both from the show we've been watching and from the thought of your tongue between my legs. Stroke your cock for me, but don't cum. I want you to cum in my mouth. But first I am going to cum for you. I think you like to watch, yes?"

"Oh, yes!"

"And then you will eat my pussy after I give you a blow job, yes?"

"Oh, yes!"

Having gained agreement to her plan, she moved to the mattress, pulled off her thong, and laid down, spreading her legs wide so that I could see her pussy in its full naked glory. I removed my slacks and briefs and sat down on the bed between her legs to enjoy the show. And what a show it was. Given the advanced state of our arousal it didn't take her long. As I watched she slid three fingers of her right hand into her pussy and started pumping them furiously. Her left hand was busy with her nipples, squeezing them to the point of obvious pain. She closed her eyes and started moaning loudly.

"Oh, god, can you see me fuck myself. Watch my hand as I bring myself higher. Fuck!! I'm so fucking wet. Oh gooood. Fuckkkkkk. I'm going to cum. Ahhhh!" She continued for a few more seconds before she started spasming in a huge orgasm. She didn't stop, but kept pumping her fingers in and out, screaming in delight. I was still stroking my cock, and I could barely control my own orgasm as I watched this strange Dutch girl pleasure herself. But, I willed myself to not cum, desiring the feel of her lips around my thick member.

After what seemed like many minutes of her screaming, her entire body finally went limp in exhaustion. I stopped my stroking, and waited patiently for her to recover.

It wasn't long before she opened her eyes and looked at me. She grinned and asked me if I enjoyed the show.

My cock was still hard. I pointed at it and said, "Oh, yeah, can't you tell?"

"Mmmm, yeah. That looks yummy! You're turn. Lay back and enjoy."

I did as she asked. She quickly crawled between my legs, and before I knew it her tongue was on my shaft lightly licking the pre-cum of the head of my cock. She looked up at me and said, "Mmm, you taste good."

She then ran her tongue lightly down my shaft to my balls, opening her mouth and pulling one of my balls into it. They were already heavy with cum, and her tonguing of them started me moaning instantly. She then ran her tongue back up my shaft and around the rim of my cockhead. She wasn't just bragging. Her oral skills were top notch. She continued to tease my cock with her tongue and lips, taking me to the very edge of an orgasm. Just as I thought I was going to blow my load, she circled the base of my shaft with her hand and knowingly squeezed it in just the right way to stop my nearly uncontrollable orgasm. Even though she had successfully forestalled my explosion, I knew I wasn't going to last very long, and she clearly knew it as well. When her tongue got back up to the head of my cock, she opened her mouth and encircled my cock with her lips. First she only took the head of my cock into her mouth and teased me with her tongue while her teeth teasingly grazed my sensitive skin.

Sensing how close I was, she slowly slid her lips down my shaft. Sensually and slowly, she consumed my cock centimeter by centimeter. I wondered how far she would go, as I had learned over many years that not many women could fully engulf my cock without choking. I watched her head slowly proceed lower and lower on my shaft, until she had fully consumed it. She then reversed direction, and just as slowly and just as sensually she slid it back up the shaft again.

"Oh, god," I moaned. "You're fantastic. Oh, fuck. I can feel my jism building in my balls. I'm not going to last long. Oh, shit!"

The last exclamation came out as she once again rimmed my hole with her tongue at the top of her stroke. She then grasped my shaft with her hand and slowly stroked me as her lips concentrated on my cockhead and her tongue continued to tease the very tip of my manhood. She was good, very good. I was going to cum anytime, and at this point that was what I wanted. And I knew she did too.




Colleen Ch. 04



"Oh, Fuck!" I screamed as her hand increased it's tempo. "Oh, shit! Fuck! I'm building! Get ready. Oh shiiiit! Fuck! I'm cummmmmmming!" I let loose a torrent of cum, more than I would have expected given my fun with Colleen in the video booth just a couple of hours earlier. "Oh, shit! You are very good at that. Very good."

She slowed her tempo without releasing my cock. I was surprised when she allowed her mouth to go slack around my cock but kept my cock between her lips. She had been well trained as to how a man's cock can become excruciatingly sensitive after cumming, and she lightened the contact just enough to allow me to cum down from my orgasm without having to pull my cock out of her mouth.

She collapsed beside me and we caught our breath for a few minutes. As I was recovering, I remembered that this act still had one more scene to play out, and amazingly my cock actually twitched at the thought of going down on her. She was still laying there with her eyes closed when I shifted position and started tonguing her nipples.

"Mmmm," she moaned. "That feels nice."

I licked and tongued her nipples moving back and forth giving them my full attention for a minute or two. Her breath was quickening once again proving that her nipples were very sensitive just as I had surmised earlier. Her arousal continued to build. I then took one of her nipples between my lips and started nibbling on it lightly with my teeth.

"Oh, god, yes, don't stop!" she moaned.

I continued to nibble on her tits, feeling them get even harder. As I played with her nipples, I slid my hand between her thighs. She quickly spread them wide giving me full access to her pussy. Her labia were very swollen and open and my fingers were coated instantly with her juices. I teased her clit, sending a ripple of excitement through her body. I then slid two fingers into her pussy as my thumb continued to massage her hard clit. I pushed in deeply and found her g-spot almost instantly.

"Fuck, that's it," she said. "Oh! Yes, touch me there. Oh, god, yes!"

It was clear she was on the verge of another orgasm, so I decided to give her what she was asking for. As I continued to finger her g-spot and massage her clit, I slid my mouth lower on her body, tonguing my way across her abdomen. I stopped for a few seconds and toyed with her belly button. But she was having none of that, as she put her hand on my head and pushed me lower; not letting up until my tongue replaced my thumb on her clit. I adjusted my position so that I could tongue her clit and pussy lips while my fingers still pushed in and out of her pussy. I then slid another finger into her pussy, causing juices to squeeze out. She tasted delightful as I sucked her juices up as fast as I could. But the juices kept flowing and seeped down into the crack of her ass. I continued tonguing her clit as I pulled my fingers out and slid them further down and started teasing her asshole.

She moaned eagerly, egging me on. Listening carefully to her moans, I started pushing my finger into her ass. 

"Oh, yeah," she said, as if reading my mind as to whether or not she enjoyed it. "Push it in." 

I did as she asked, sliding one finger deep into her ass, while I reinserted two fingers back into her pussy. All this time, my tongue was continuing its labor of love at her clit. Within seconds I had her squirming and writhing in an orgasm, forcing even more juices from her love canal. I didn't stop there, wanting to see how long she could keep it up. I was not disappointed as her orgasm continued with wave after wave of moans and groans, one orgasm cumming after another. I decided to take it one step further and inserted another finger up her ass, causing her to scream with a final orgasmic spasm before she finally pulled me away, begging me to stop.

I did as she asked, but only after one more lick of her clit and a full tongue swipe across her pussy lips sucking in as much pussy juice as I could. 

Once again we lay there for a few minute catching our breath.

She finally broke the silence. "Wow!" she said. "You are a fantastic lover. This has been a fantasy of mine forever. And the reality greatly exceeds my fantasy. I know I'll be masturbating to memories of tonight for years to cum."

"Me, too!"

We rolled together and kissed, sharing our juices, and tasting ourselves on each other's lips. She broke the kiss announcing that we had better get back to our friends.

When we returned to the table, Colleen immediately asked me where I had been. I leaned over and gave her a kiss, knowing that she would taste our juices as soon as our lips met.

As soon as she tasted our juices she jerked away and looked at me in disbelief. Before she asked, I told her, "Blondie and I have just had a hot session of oral sex. Mmmm, good!" She looked over at Blondie, who gave her a big smile, and Colleen smiled right back.

We took another toke, and sipped from our drinks for a few minutes. Eventually I got Colleen back out on the dance floor with me for another slow dance. She instantly snuggled up against me, causing my cock to harden yet again as my hands slid down over her ass cheeks. She moaned in my ear, whispering to me how horny she still was. I whispered back to her how horny I was as well. It was time to set the rules for the rest of the night. I told her that for the night her pussy was mine. She was not to allow anyone else to penetrate her pussy. Other than that she was free to do whatever she wanted as long as she told me about it immediately afterward. I further told her that I fully expected her to eat some pussy and give a blow job or two before we left the dance party.

As the song ended, I whispered one last command, "If I find out that anyone has gained access to your pussy, you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master. I understand. Is there anyone in particular you want me to do?"

I smiled at her eagerness to please, and as I had already conjured up many images in my mind, it only took me a moment to answer. "Well, now that you ask, I'd like you to do everyone at our table. Can you do that?"

"Well, I'll certainly give it my best shot. But where do we do it?"

As we continued to dance, I told her about the cubes and what she had to do to gain entrance. She looked over behind the deejay table to find the doors and then nodded her understanding. She cooed into my ear, "This could be fun."

I cooed right back, "Oh, yeah, I think it will be."



Colleen Ch. 05



(This is the continuation of a story about two work associates travelling to Amsterdam on business. The primary characters are real, but the story is total fantasy. It's best to start at the beginning. Enjoy, and send me your comments. Don't forget to vote.)

Colleen and I had been dancing, where I had explained to her about the "cubes."  I had just returned from the "cubes" where one of our tablemates, the blonde, and I had an exciting bout of oral sex. I had just commanded Colleen to give oral sex to all of our tablemates.

As we walked back to the table, I made sure that our tablemates saw me run my hand across her ass, slipping my hand between her legs. I could feel her pussy juices through her panties, and my cock stiffened even more. Her nipples were hard and she was breathing heavily as we joined our tablemates. Yet another joint was making the rounds, and both of us dutifully took a toke. I was sitting next to the dark haired girl, enjoying my toke, when I felt a hand on my crotch, lightly caressing my cock through my slacks. I finished my toke and handed her the joint.

She smiled at me, and took the joint, and then commented just loud enough for only me to hear, "Hmmmm, you have a nice cock, and your lady is really hot!"

I took advantage of her forwardness, and leaned over, whispering into her ear, "Do you think she is sexy?"

"Oh, yeah," she answered with absolutely no hesitation.

I whispered back, "Take her out on the dance floor, and she'll eat your pussy if you ask."

"Ooooh!" was her only response. She squeezed my cock and took another toke. But before she could make a move on Colleen, one of the guys asked Colleen to dance. Of course she accepted. I watched Colleen's delectable ass as they made their way to the dance floor. The song was a fast one, but Colleen took advantage of it to dance seductively in front of the poor guy, making sure that her boobs bounced a lot and that he got great views of her breasts and nipples. The next song was slow, and I watched them slide together. I was enjoying watching the intimacy between the two recent strangers, but lost my view of them as the dance floor became crowded with couples in all forms of intimate embraces.

Our dark haired lady, realizing that she would have to wait for Colleen, grabbed the other guy at the table and dragged him onto the dance floor, leaving the tall blonde and me alone at the table. We looked at each other and smiled, following the others onto the dance floor seconds later. As we approached the dance floor, I slipped my hand into my pocket and turned Colleen's egg up one more notch. I wanted to make sure that when I got her back to the hotel, that her pussy was soaking wet with her juices. The blonde and I quickly got into the groove of the song. Before I knew it the blonde had turned around facing away from me and was once again grinding her ass against my crotch.

At that point we found ourselves dancing next to Blackie and one of the guys. Before I knew it, the girls had swapped places, and Blackie was now imitating the blonde's actions, grinding her ass against my hardening cock. I slid my hands down her sides to her waist, where I subtly took control of our action. Intending to save what was left of my sexual energy for Colleen later that evening, I vowed not to go to the "cubes" with Blackie. But, my vow wasn't going to keep me from playing with her. Our gyrations had caused her t shirt to rise and I soon found that my hands were on skin. As we swayed to the music I slid my hands under her shirt are started to slide them upwards across her belly. She ground harder into my cock in appreciation. Emboldened by her actions, I continued the upward stroll of my hands until I felt the undersides of her delightful boobs through the thin material of her bra on the sides of my thumbs. I didn't stop there, slowly raising my hands even further, essentially encompassing her breasts. She responded with a low moan, and another hard grind against my crotch. 

My fingers found her nipples through the bra, and I started tweaking them. The response was immediate as they quickly hardened and pressed out, trying to escape from the bra. As heavy as our activity was, a glance around the dance floor showed that we were relatively conservative in our behavior. A few feet away, a somewhat overweight woman was dancing topless as her pendulous boobs swayed erotically to the music. Her hand was busy inside the zipper of her partner's pants. Another girl was dancing in only a demi-bra and a thong. Her partner's tight slacks showed evidence of a large and hard cock. I had lost complete sight of Colleen, but I hoped that she had found her way to the cubes with her dance partner. Blackie and I continued our dirty dancing until the song ended. We then made our way back to the table. We sipped our drinks for several minutes when Colleen and her dancing partner returned. From the grins on their faces, I was pretty sure that they had made it to the "cubes." 

Colleen gave me a wet kiss, and I was pretty sure that I tasted more than just her saliva. It was confirmed a few minutes later when her dance partner announced loudly to his twin, "You need to dance with the American girl.  She will get you hot on the dance floor, and then take you to the "cubes."  

But, before the twin could act, Blackie announced, "Nope, not yet. It is my turn." With that announcement, Blackie took Colleen by the hand, and headed straight towards the "cubes." We all grinned at each other, as our individual minds played out the scene that was about to happen. Blondie and one of the twins went out and danced while the other twin and I enjoyed our drinks. I relaxed and enjoyed the blatant eroticism being displayed by the many couples on the dance floor. Many couples danced continuously, but I did notice that there was now a regular flow of people going to and from the "cubes." After a couple of songs had finished I was pretty sure that Blackie had disappeared into the "cubes" with Colleen.

But I was wrong, as Colleen plopped down in my lap, having snuck up on me from behind. She leaned over and gave me a kiss, and then after that she whispered in my ear, "Blackie wants you to watch as I eat her pussy."

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I didn't need to be convinced. I got up and followed Colleen towards the "cubes." As we approached the deejay table, Blackie joined us out of the crowd. The next thing I knew both women were pawing at my body, sharing a hug, and to the greatest extent possible ensuring that the door guard would view as sufficiently sexually engaged to gain admittance. We were successful, as the beefy doorman opened the door for us, making sure to obtain as many different peeks into Colleen's dress as he could.

Colleen and I followed Blackie down the stairs to the cubes. As we descended, I turned Colleen's egg up a notch or two. I was rewarded with an instantaneous shudder. She stopped and stepped up a sep so that she could whisper in my ear, "Jeez, I am so horny and hot. My pussy is soaking wet. If you turn it up one more notch, I am going to have an instantaneous orgasm."

"That is good to know," I replied nonchalantly. I did turn the egg down a notch, so that she could finish descending the stairs without injury.

Blackie was ahead of a couple of doors, but apparently had found an interesting scene to watch, as she was glued to one of the windows. Colleen sidled up next to her and I took a position behind them but between them so that I could watch the action from between them. The scene was certainly worthy of our attention as a tall obviously enhanced Amazon woman was entertaining four guys simultaneously. Two white guys and two black guys were clearly enjoying her sexual skills. We could see one of the black dudes piercing in and out of her cunt with a cock of suitable size to star in pornos. She was sucking one of the white guys' dicks, and the other two were enjoying hand jobs. Blackie was already breathing heavily, and Colleen was nothing but adrenaline and horniness as she quivered next to me. As we watched the build up the bukkake scene, I slid my hands up and down the bodies of my "cube" mates, taking every advantage of their risqué outfits to cop feels. Their groans and shudders only egged me on. I slipped my right hand off of Colleen's delicious body and into my pocket just long enough to turn up her egg.

By the time I had extracted my hand from my pocket with the remote, Colleen was shuddering in the early throes of an impending orgasm. "Oh, gawd!" she moaned. "Don't stop! Give it to me, baby!"

Her comments had definitely gotten the attention of Blackie, who, despite the intensity of the sexual depravity taking place in the room turned to look at Colleen to see what was happening. Colleen looked her directly in the eyes before closing them and explaining, "He has a remote control egg in my pussy, and I'm fucking cummmmming! OH, shit!!!!" she screamed, although with the music from upstairs, only Blackie and I could hear her. I turned the egg down a bit to let Colleen catch her breath before she collapsed onto the dance fllor. 

She caught her breath, and then explained to Blackie, "I have had this egg in me all evening long, and I am just fucking horny."

"Oh, fuck!" Blackie said. "That is so outrageous and hot. My pussy is creaming, just thinking about it."

Never one to keep a pussy from its craving, I ordered Colleen to surrender her egg to Blackie. She looked at me, as if to ask if I wanted her to do it right there in the hallway. With my returned glare, she clearly knew that that was my intent, and she did as ordered. While her eyes focused on mine she slipped her hand under her dress and inside of her panties. She removed the cum-covered egg, and handed it to Blackie. She sniffed the egg, making obscene comments about where it had been and where it was going. She quickly reached under her skirt with it in her hand, and just as quickly pulled her hand back out. She looked at me and said, "I'm ready."

I turned the egg back on and turned it up pretty high. Her reaction was instantaneous. 

"Ohmygawd!"  With that she reached out and grabbed the doorframe to steady herself. "I'm fucking cummmming! OH, Shit!"

Once again, I turned it down to avoid an injury, and suggested we find our own room, as we had completely forgotten about the scene being played out in front of us. The girls agreed readily, and we moved down the hallway to find an open room. We found one with a solid door, but Blackie dragged us further down the hallway to an empty room with a windowed door. Colleen went right along with her, dragging me into the room behind them. The room had a king sized bed and large throw pillows around the walls

Within seconds, Blackie was out of her clothes and lying on the bed. She spread her legs giving us and other voyeurs a delightful view of her sex. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a very small vee pointing the way to her visibly engorged cunt lips. Juices had already slickened her pussy, and had dripped down her thighs. I turned the egg back on at a low level, causing Blackie to moan. She quickly begged for Colleen to give her some oral attention.

Colleen responded by promptly dropping to her knees between Blackie's legs, and lowering her face to center of Blackie's entire being. Moments later I could hear the slurping of Colleen's tongue at her new lover's clit and pussy. I turned the egg up some more, causing Blackie to writhe and moan on the mattress from the combined attention of Colleen's tongue and the vibes form the egg. Blackie slid her hands up across her tummy to her boobs, where she started pinching her own nipples.  I released my slacks allowing my hardening manhood the freedom it once again craved.

I glanced over at the window and noticed we had drawn a crowd, with several faces enjoying the pussy licking that Colleen was delivering so well.  

Blackie continued moaning, "Oh my gawd. Don't stop." Looking me straight in the eye, she continued, "She really knows how to eat pussy. She's running her tongue up and down my slit, and then plunging it into my pussy." She moaned again. "God, now she's sucking on my clit. Oh, yeah, that's right. Nibble on it with your teeth," she commanded. "Fuck, yes, that's it. Fuck!"

I moved over next to Colleen and raised her dress to expose her panty covered ass for all to see. Her juices had stained the panties and all of her dancing had forced the briefs into her tight crease, providing very little coverage of her delectable derrière. I was sure that our audience would recognize her level of arousal. I told Colleen to spread her legs as I caressed the globes of her ass. She did as instructed and the tight folds of her panties slipped between her bright purple engorged pussy lips. I slid my hand between her thighs and felt her clench at my touch.

"Don't stop what you're doing. Eat her pussy, Colleen! Make her cum!"

I pressed my finger against her clit pushing her hard into Blackie's pussy. "Oh, god! Fuck!" Blackie screamed as Colleen tongued her to another orgasm. 

I glanced over to the window to see if we still had an audience. And we did. Another couple in their 30's was watching in rapt attention. The woman was standing in front of the window with the man standing behind her. He had unbuttoned the woman's blouse and was squeezing her breasts through a lacy bra. They were swaying back in forth in blatant sexual movement as they enjoyed our show.

I ordered the two girls to stop their action and for Blackie to undress Colleen. Blackie smiled at me as she bent to the delightful task I had assigned. Colleen looked at me, her face glistening from sexual juices transferred from Blackie's cunt. Blackie undid the clasp at the back of Colleen's dress, which allowed it to fall to the floor, fully revealing Colleen's breasts to all of us. We all admired her firm boobs which were now topped with turgid nipples. Only her panties remained, although they covered very little, as the fabric was fully ensconced between her purple hued pussy lips. Blackie kneeled in front of Colleen and eagerly lowered the panties, revealing Colleen's fully shaven pubes. 

It was about that time that Colleen noticed we had an audience at the window. She nodded her head towards the door, and asked me if they had been watching long.

"Oh, yeah, throughout your entire treatment of Blackie. Does that bother you?"

She smiled at me. "Well, a week ago I never would have imagined it, and I would have been humiliated at the thought. Now, it seems so right. My pussy is creaming, knowing that they watched me eat Blackie while you teased my pussy. Can we invite them in?"

"I'm sure we can. Would you like that?"

"Will you make me do things to them, if we do?"

"It's possible, depending on how they would react to it."

"I'd like that." Colleen looked over at Blackie. "Is it okay with you if they join us?"

She responded with a big grin, answering, "Yes, I'd like that. They look quite sexy. I'll invite them in." Blackie stood up and moved to the door. She opened it, and they had what seemed to be a lengthy conversation, finished with both of them nodding their heads up and down vigorously.

Blackie shared with Colleen and I, "Neither of them speaks English, so I told them they can watch all they want and do whatever they want together." Looking at me, she added, "They would love to play with us as well, but I told them you have to approve of any shared activity. As for me, I'd love to fuck with both of them, if you'd like"

"I'd like to watch that," I responded. "But, only after you and Colleen do a 69 for us."

Both girls smiled at that and moved together. They didn't stop until their lips had connected and they became engaged in an instant deeply amorous kiss. Their tongue dance continued as their hands once again engaged in exploration of each other's bodies. Without breaking from their kiss, the two girls were soon playing with each other's nipples, rolling them between their fingers. Unbelievably, Colleen's already hard nipples seemed to grow even more with the attention of Blackie. The intimate lesbian action once again commanded my cock to attention. I looked over to our new guests to find them both focused on the lesbian act going on in front of us. Her hand was stroking his cock through his trousers, and he had a hand under her skirt. Their labored breathing told me of their high level of arousal.

Colleen and Blackie tumbled onto the mattress, their hands still on each others bodies. They quickly shifted into the 69 position. Their moans continued, although the noise was muted by the fact that their mouths were plastered against each other's cunts. I removed the rest of my clothing, as it was restricting my pleasure. 

Our guests took this as a hint and proceeded to undress as well. The girl was in her late twenties, and stood about 5' 4". Her body was exquisite with smallish breasts topped with large tits. Her pubes were completely shaved and her pussy lips were engorged. Her pussy glistened from her juices. As soon as she had finished undressing, she sat on a pillow and slid her hand between her legs. I watched as two fingers easily slid inside of her. He stood about 6' and after he undressed, I saw that he was in great physical condition. His cock was thick and hard and looked to be about seven inches long. He sat on the same pillow with the girl and started stroking his cock. He stroked it a few times before the girl lowered her face to his cock. 

My eyes went back and forth between the girls licking and sucking each other through a string of mini orgasms, and the girl's attention to his cock. She licked it up and down like a lollipop, eliciting moans of pleasure from the guy. I stroked my cock leisurely as her lips surrounded the tip of his engorged manhood. His moans intensified as the girl slowly but surely took his entire manhood into her mouth.

The action continued like that for several minutes, as I enjoyed the two shows going on simultaneously. The girl's oral action, however, was eliciting louder and louder moans from the guy. Apparently the volume finally broke through the focus of Blackie and Colleen on each other as they broke apart from their 69 and started to watch the couple's actions. Blackie said something in Dutch, and the guy responded in Dutch as well.

The girl stopped her oral action and turned to face us. She then spread her legs and straddled the guy. We watched as she pulled her pussy lips wide apart and lowered herself onto his cock, taking its full girth and length in one easy move. I then ordered Colleen to lick them both as they fucked. Of course, she did as ordered, sliding her tongue across the girls clit, and then onto his cock as the girl would rise up for another stroke. Blackie came over to me, and started stoking my cock with her hand. I took the opportunity to explore her body with my hands. Within seconds, I had one hand pinching her nipples while the fingers on the other hand were finding her wet slit. I could feel the egg still vibrating in her sopping pussy, and she moaned in yet another orgasm.

"Can I fuck you?" Blackie asked.

"Oh, god. Yes!" I muttered. 

Instantly, Blackie mimicked the girl's position, sliding my nine inches deep into her pussy. I nearly came from the tightness combined with the vibes from the egg, but I fought it off. I slid my hands around her and continued to play with her nipples.

"Mmmm," she responded. "This is so fuckin' hot. Being fucked while watching them fuck. I've cum so many times tonight. Your girl friend is so hot!"

After a few minutes of this action, I suggested to Blackie and Colleen that the girls change position. She lifted herself off of my cock, implementing my suggestion and translated for the other couple. After a short exchange in Dutch, the girl released her boyfriend's cock and moved over to my pillow where she lowered herself onto my cock. Colleen replaced her on the guys cock, and Blackie moved back between my legs to give the girl and me her oral attention.




Colleen Ch. 05



Within moments the girl was screaming in Dutch, writhing on my hard cock in an obvious orgasm. Again I fought hard to avoid cumming with her as I still fully intended to spill my seed inside of Colleen. I squeezed her nipples even harder, driving her to yet another overwhelming cum. I could feel her juices dripping onto my thighs despite Blackie's every attempt to suck it up as she lapped at our sex. I looked over at Colleen. Here eyes were closed as she was fucking the guy while he played with her nipples. His moans were getting louder and I could tell that he was close to cumming. 

Although I was breathing hard, I found enough voice to order her, "Colleen, make him cum. Fuck him hard." She opened her eyes and looked at me. The big smile on her cum streaked face told me how much she was enjoying our mini orgy.

"Oh, god, yes! I want to feel him cum inside of me." She increased the speed of her up and down motion as she slid her hand between her thighs and played with her clit as we watched his cock slide in and out of her pussy. She continued the action for a few more strokes, as his moans intensified.

Then he screamed, "Oh, Fuuuuuck!" He followed this with a few more Dutch words.

Colleen screamed as well. "Oh, yeah, fuck me! Oh, god, he's cumming inside of me. Oh yeah! Fuck me!"

After a few more strokes, I told Colleen and Blackie to have the girls shift position one more time. Blackie translated, and I felt the girl remove herself from my cock. It only took Colleen a second to replace her on my cock. My cock slid in easily as her pussy was now lubricated with his cum and her copious juices. Blackie moved over to the guy and started licking his cock, obviously enjoying the taste of the two of them on his cock, which was still hard. The Dutch girl slid between my legs to taste all of our juices that were now comingled on Colleen's pussy and my cock and balls.  

The combination of her tongue on my cock with Colleen's tight wet cunt squeezing my cock as she slid up and down finally did it for me. "Fuck! I'm cummmmmming!" I screamed. I could feel my juices erupt into her pussy. She continued to pump up and down on my cock, ensuring that my balls were completely drained of semen. 

"Fuck me! Hard!" Colleen screamed. "Oh, yeah. I'm cumming! Again! Oh Shit! Yeah!"

Just as I was finishing, the guy screamed again, and we all watched as Blackie removed her mouth from his cock and stroked him to another orgasm with her hand. He delivered with a wonderful porn shot as he shot cum all over Blackie's face and tits. She continued to stroke his cock, causing stream after stream of jism to erupt from his hard cock. When he finally finished, Blackie was wearing cum juice all over her face and tits and in her hair as well. 

After that we all fell onto the pillows and mattress in complete exhaustion.



Colleen Ch. 06



(This is the continuation of an ongoing story about two work associates travelling to Amsterdam on business. The primary characters are real, but the story is total fantasy. It's best to start at the beginning. Enjoy, and send me your comments. Don't forget to vote.)

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After recovering from our mini orgy in the cubes at the dance club, we returned to the table we had been sharing with the two Dutch couples. Both of us were exhausted, and I knew for sure that I was done for the night. We attempted to make our exit graciously, but the male table mate who had not yet enjoyed some time with Colleen complained quite vociferously.

Colleen smiled and looked to me for direction. I nodded, indicating she should give the young man some pleasure. Colleen got up from the table and took the guy by the hand. They immediately headed off to the cubes. Blondie got up as well, announcing to us that she wanted to play with them.

When Colleen returned to the table, she plopped back down on my lap and whispered in my ear. "Feel my pussy."

I did as she asked and found it to be filled with body fluids. Her thighs were caked with wet and dried cum. She had clearly been well fucked that evening. I asked her how she felt.

"Like a slut!" she answered. "And I love it. I have fantasized about being used like this, and the reality is exceeding the fantasy. Thank you."

Both of us were beat, so we headed back to the hotel. As much as I wanted more of Colleen, it was clear that we needed our rest, so we split, heading off to our separate rooms.

We met the next morning for breakfast. Since as our work assignment were completed, we had the next two days and nights to ourselves. We talked about the different sights to see, and I laid out an itinerary for the day including visits to the Van Gogh museum, the Rijksmuseum, Anne Frank's house, a canal tour of the city, a diamond shop, and many of the other sights in and around Amsterdam. And more sex planned for the evening, even though we made no mention of it.

In the early afternoon I received a text message from Odette' to call her when I had some privacy. A bit later, we stopped for a beer at one of the many sidewalk café's. While Colleen sipped a beer, I headed to the restroom and took the time to call Odette'. Apparently her mind had been working overtime since she had met Colleen, and she had an offer to make me. It seems she wanted trade Ilse' and Joanne for Colleen for the night. Then, the following evening, we would be invited to a party at her place. Odette' was very explicit in explaining that Ilse' and Joanne were willing to be my sex pets for the evening, if I could ensure that Colleen would be her pet for the night. It didn't take me long to realize that the two for one deal was a hell of a good deal, so I accepted. Odette' promised to send a limo over to the hotel about 7Pm with Ilse' and Joanne in it, and I could send it back with Colleen. I asked Odette' what she had in mind, and she explained that she had an important client in for the evening, and she intended to use Colleen as a model and for entertainment. And since the entertainment would be in her back room, Ilse', Joanne and I could watch if we chose to. But, the video feed would not be turned on before 10PM. She explained that Ilse' and Joanne wanted me to take them to a sex club as my toys, if I was willing. Silly question. Odette' then made her limo driver available to us after it delivered Colleen to her studio.

I returned to the table, finding that Colleen had ordered another round of beers for us. We sipped the beers for awhile watching as the world went by, making chit chat about Amsterdam and its many sights. 

Eventually, she asked about our plans for the evening, "Oh, master, have you got plans for us tonight? I certainly hope so."

"Well, as a matter of fact, I do. Just to be sure, are you still willing to be my sex toy and do whatever I command?"

"Oh! Absolutely, master!" she answered with eagerness. "My pussy is already creaming with naughty thoughts of what might happen."

"Good! Then here's the plan. I have promised you to Odette' for the evening. In return, she is giving me Ilse' and Joanne for the evening. You are to do whatever she demands! Do you understand?"

The look on her face was one of disappointment, but she didn't argue. "Whatever you wish, master? But, I wanted more of you."

"And you will get more of me, but I am sure that Odette' has an evening in mind that you are unlikely to forget anytime soon, although I have no clue what she has in mind. But, I will eventually find out as I expect you to tell me about it in glorious naughty detail when we have time together. And I expect you to behave like a slut while you are with her. You are to do exactly as she says. If I hear otherwise, you will be punished"

"Yes, master. I will behave." And, with that, we dropped the conversation. 

We finished our beers and spent the rest of the afternoon strolling and shopping our way through the downtown streets. We grabbed an early supper and made our way back to the hotel, where I had Colleen dress up in a harem girl outfit with diaphanous pantaloons that did nothing to hide her pussy, and a crop top that barely covered her breasts. Yielding to a bit of discretion I allowed her to put on a wrap around sarong for the trip to Odette's.

At 7:05PM, my room bell rang announcing the arrival of Ilse' and Joanne. I let them in, and with a peck on her cheek and a squeeze of her breast I sent Colleen off to Odette's. Once she had departed, I turned around to see Ilse' and Joanne. They were both dressed in classic student apparel with very tight short shorts and a tight tee shirt that let everyone know they were not wearing bras. Having already enjoyed the delights of Joanne's body, I turned my attention to Ilse. She was very petite, standing not more than 4' 8" and couldn't have weighed more than 95 pounds. Her hips flared a bit and her ass filled the tight shorts nicely. Her breasts were smallish, but the protruding nipples were larger than pencil erasers.

She saw me looking at her, and pulling her shirt off over her head, asked, "Do you like?"

"Oh, yeah!" I answered.

"Oh, good. And mom told me to tell you that we are here to do whatever you ask or tell us to do. We are willing to be your slaves for the evening. And we do love being sex slaves. Our safe word is 'robin,' but I seriously doubt that you will ever hear us say the word. Can we get stoned, sir?"

"Of course, but put your top back on! You will undress only when I say so. Do you understand?"

"Oh, yes sir. I am terribly sorry sir. Do I need to be punished?"

"Not this time, but any misbehavior by either of you will result in punishment. Clear?"

In unison, they responded, "Yes sir!"

We lit a joint and proceeded to let the excellent weed do its thing. As we quietly shared the joint, I looked through the bag of things that the girls had brought with them. It contained a couple of different outfits for each of them, some toys and lubes, and more bondage gear. I asked if it was okay for any of the outfits to get ripped or damaged. They assured me that since Odette ran a fashion boutique, I could do anything I wanted to the clothes, or anything else they brought for that matter.

I contemplated my plan for the evening as we finished the first joint and started the second. I then asked them if they had any idea what Odette had planned for Colleen for the evening. They giggled, and Joann explained, "Well, her entertainment evenings are never quite the same. But I can assure you that Colleen will be well fucked, and will undoubtedly enjoy it. I certainly did."

"She used you as a model and entertainer?"

"Yeah, but once only as an entertainer, for the thrill of it. I model for her regularly."

"And you?" I asked, directing my question to Ilse'.

"Oh, yeah. She made me fuck five women." The smile on her face indicated that this was not bad duty.

"Wow. That had to have been hot!"

"Yeah. It was!"

"So, what's the difference between being a model and being an entertainer?"

Ilse' answered for them. "As a model, usually all we do is model the clothes and lingerie."

Joanne added, "And it usually involves us masturbating or doing something to show hot the clothing and lingerie can be."

"When we entertain, the sex is far more intense and wild. Some of her clients have some very eclectic tastes, and they always go home happy."

"Who does she normally use for entertainment?"

"Oh, she has a couple of professional girls who are absolutely gorgeous and very good at what they do," Ilse answered.

Joanne added, "And a couple of well hung hunks for her female clients, as well. You will probably meet some of them tomorrow night at the party."

"Does your mom participate in these sessions?"

"Occasionally, but usually she watches. Then she either masturbates or has one of us satisfy her desires."

"Hmmm," I muttered, wondering what Odette had in mind for Colleen.

By the time we had finished the second joint we all had a pretty good buzz on. I asked them about the sex club they wanted to go to. They explained that it was a private club, and participation was by invitation only. This wasn't a problem as they had an invitation with them. The club didn't have its own venue, but often rented out one or two floors of a hotel in town. For the party that evening the event was being held at a small hotel a few blocks away. The club had reserved the entire hotel for the evening. Serendipitously, the theme for the evening, according to the invitation was "Female Sex Toys."

One thing was nagging at me. Based on my experience with American swing clubs, action didn't get started until later in the evening, and if that was any guide, we couldn't do the club and watch Colleen's submission to Odettte'. When I raised this issue, the girls laughed. They reminded me to look at the times the club party was starting. I reread the details in the invitation and realized that the party had started at about 2PM in the afternoon. My quizzical look elicited an explanation from Ilse'.

"With the party officially starting at 2PM, the sex will be in full swing by about 2:30," Ilse' explained. "And it will be going full blast until at least 6AM. These are ongoing parties, where people drop in for awhile and then leave. So, we can go for a couple of hours and then return here to watch Mom and Colleen."

The invitation had also included a set of behavior guidelines which I discovered was somewhat different than an American swing club. While swinging occurred regularly, this club was really more of an exhibitionism club for couples, or whatever to have sex with an audience. Guest couples or threesomes, or whatever would be assigned a room based on their stated desires upon arrival. Each room focused on a sexual theme or fetish and came equipped with various toys appropriate to the theme and the TV had a selection of pornos of various genres. They could do whatever they wanted in the room, but the door must remain open. Other guests could roam the halls when they weren't playing and could enter any room and watch the action. As to inter-couple sex, it could only happen with permission. But unlike an American swing club, one didn't ask the desired play partner, one asked her/his master, depending on the theme for the night. So, for tonight, anyone who wanted to play with either Ilse' or Joanne would have to ask my permission, not theirs.

Not that we needed it, but we shared another joint before we headed over to the club. I selected slutty outfits for them to wear. I had Joann wear a sheer neck to toe catsuit that did absolutely nothing to cover anything. Interestingly it did not have the usual openings in the usual places. When I asked her about it, Ilse' explained that it was by design, allowing either the master or the wearer to enjoy the pleasure of ripping the seams for access. She pointed out how the appropriate places had double seams to suit just that purpose. I put Ilse' in a pair of very short men's style silk boxers and a silk camisole. The boxers were so short that whenever she walked, bent over, or sat down, her pubes would be visible to anyone who cared to look. While the camisole covered her breasts, the underarms were so low cut that the side view enabled the viewer to see everything they wanted. They put their wraps on, and we headed out for the hotel.

As we walked to the hotel, I asked the girls if they had any particular desires for the evening.

They answered, nearly simultaneously, "Lots of cock." As I was a true voyeur, I didn't see this as a problem, as long as there were enough hunks to go around.

We arrived at the hotel and after showing our invitation, we were ushered into a small conference room off the hotel lobby. At the door we were met by our host and hostess for the evening. They were a middle aged Dutch couple, very elegantly dressed as if going for an evening out. He was wearing a tuxedo, and she was wearing an evening gown. But as soon as they turned around to lead us into the room, we discovered the clothing was an illusion, as neither outfit had any back. Only a couple of elastic straps kept the half-clothes molded to their nicely shaped bodies. Very interesting.

Once again they went over the rules of the house. They then showed me a list of room themes that were available at the moment. As I mused over the list, the host suggested I take a look at a mini-harem room. He explained that it was particularly suited for a two female threesome, and if we were into any sort of bondage it would be very enjoyable. It did not take me very long to agree to his recommendations. When I agreed, the hostess explained that I still had two choices. One room on the third floor was in this theme and the floor was restricted to couples or threesomes. Another similarly themed room was on the fourth floor, and single men were allowed to go there. The girls wanted lots of cock, so the decision was easy. I took the room on the fourth floor. They gave me the key to the room, reminding me that the door must remain open as long as we were in it. I nodded my understanding and led the two girls to the elevator.

We exited the elevator to a hallway full of people, with a male to female ratio of what appeared to be about 3 to 1. The girls wanted lots of cock, and this certainly looked promising. I found our room, opened the door, and ushered the girls into the room. I was blown away with what I found. 

The room had a king size bed, and laid out on the bed was some sort of bondage gear. Taped to the wall were a set of pictures and instructions for various ways to utilize the provided toys. The engineer in me was impressed with the wide variety of positions in which the gear could be used to bind a person. One particular picture grabbed my attention, as it had two girls in completely submissive positions, yet able to play with each other. I studied it closely and saw that what it did was hold each girl in a completely revealing situation with their legs wide spread, their bodies fully available to anyone, and positioned side by side. One girl's head was at the head of the bed, and the other's head was at the foot. Their legs were spread wide as were their arms. But the wrists were bound such that one girl's hand was restricted to a small zone of movement around the other girl's breasts. The second girl's wrists were bound in such a way that she had access to the first girl's pussy and very little more. In a matter of minutes I had Ilse' and Joanne stripped and in a similar position, although I had a tough choice as to who was going to receive the pussy treatment and who was going to get tittie attention. As I investigated the equipment a bit further, I realized that I could set it up with both girls getting either pussy attention or tittie attention. That made my choice easy. Inasmuch as I wanted to truly tease the girls sexually, I set it up for both of them to receive attention to their titties, leaving them no opportunity to pleasure each others pussies.

Before I had even finished binding the girls to the bed, I had an audience at the door enjoying the view of my two young sluts. As soon as I had finished clinching all of the bindings and placing gags in their mouths, a young man approached me and said something in Dutch. I responded in English, saying I didn't speak Dutch. He quickly changed to English, asking me if he could play with the girls. I told him he could do anything he wanted as long as there was no penetration of the girls and no severe pain was inflicted. His facial expression indicated disappointment, but it didn't keep him from playing with the girls. He started squeezing their tits, but soon moved his hand lower. It wasn't long before he had his fingers pumping in and out of their pussies. I surmised that this dude had no understanding of how to treat a woman, as he already had his cock out and was stroking it as he plunged his fingers into their pussies. After only a few strokes, I could see that he was close to cumming, and I whispered in his ear that he should cum on one of their faces.

That pretty much did it as he moved his cock over Ilse's face and with another stroke or two started shooting wads of cum all over her face. Globules of cum landed on her cheeks, her nose, in her mouth and hair and all over her neck and chest. After cumming, he left with nary a word.

Moments later another man, a bit older, asked if he could play with the girls. I explained the guidelines once again, and he agreed, saying that he enjoyed masturbating over submissive females. He took out his cock, and without touching the girls, he started stroking his nice sized dick over Joanne's face. Soon after he started, he said something to several guys in the doorway, and before I knew it, six guys were standing around the bed, stroking their cocks over my girls.

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Colleen arrived at Odette's at about 7:45PM. Odette explained that one of her clients was stopping by with his latest young girl toy. The man was extremely wealthy and in his late fifties. He had been widowed many years earlier, and had become serially monogamous, although in many cases the relationship with the girl lasted only a few weeks at best. At the end of the relationship the man sent the girl off with a considerable amount of money and moved on to his next plaything. Odette explained that the man had a very diverse set of desires and that she was never sure where his tastes might lie, but that he always came to her for a new wardrobe for his toy. Colleen was to model outfits for him and aid in the selection and fitting of outfits and in helping prepare the new girl for her time with him. Odette made it very clear to Colleen that the evening would likely involve considerable sexual contact of one sort or another. But until the gentleman arrived, she couldn't be sure where the evening would be going. But Colleen was to behave as requested and to do whatever was asked of her. Colleen's pussy, which was already damp from her imagination, moistened further.

For the next hour or so, Odette showed Colleen all of the different outfits that she might be modeling. They ranged from sexy evening dresses to risqué evening dresses to naughty party wear to sexy lingerie. Odette had already selected a wardrobe that would fit Colleen and show off her natural good looks. Odette had put on a long flowing dress that seemed to cover her entire body. However there were many slits in it so that as she walked or when she sat much of her body would be bared, as the pieces of cloth were held together at only her neck and her waist.

The gentleman arrived at about 9PM. He was about 6 feet tall with a full head of wavy salt and pepper hair, and a deeply tanned face with just enough age lines to look sexy. He was well muscled and obviously quite fit. As Colleen was introduced to Per, she could feel her pussy twitch as a result of the combination of his looks, his natural charm, and knowledge of what lay ahead for the evening. Inwardly, she hoped his cock was as good looking as the man The very young lady that was with him looked to be no more than about 18 or 19. She had long dirty blonde hair that hung halfway down her back. She stood about 5' 10" tall with smallish breasts and a thin waist. Her hips flared nicely, accenting a very tight ass, and her legs were muscled and long. She could easily have been a model herself. She was wearing low slung tight jeans and a too small t-shirt that let everyone know she was not wearing a bra, as the nipples pushed the material of the shirt outward. Her green eyes were focused downward in submission as she followed Per into the room. Per introduced Yvonne to Odette' and explained that he wanted her transformed into his house slut.




Colleen Ch. 06



Odette turned to Yvonne. "Are you prepared to be his house slut? Are you willing to do this of your own accord? Because, if you are not prepared for this role, I cannot be successful."

"Oh, yes maam. Definitely!" she answered.

"Good!" Odette responded. Odette continued by explaining that first they would find a couple of outfits for Yvonne to wear around the house. Then they would focus on clothes for going out in, and then finally move into the naughtier clothing. She sent Colleen into the dressing room with some guidance on what to start with, and had Per take a seat on the lounger, and Yvonne sitting next to her on a couch. 

The first outfit Colleen modeled consisted of slacks and a top. The slacks were very tight through the crotch, clearly outlining the shape of Colleen's mound and pussy lips. The top buttoned down the front. Per Odette's instructions Colleen wore no bra underneath, and had only buttoned the bottom couple of buttons, providing ample viewing of her cleavage. The material was silk, and as it rubbed over Colleen's nipples they hardened from the sensuous feel of the silk.

Colleen strolled around the room as she had been instructed by Odette, pausing in front of Per and doing a pirouette allowing him to see the complete impression.

"I think I'd like to see her legs," Per offered.

"Go put on the short shorts with that top," Odette ordered.

Colleen did as instructed, changing into a pair of pink short shorts. The waist was low cut, and the bottom revealed a considerable portion of her ass cheeks when viewed from behind. They were tight, and Colleen adjusted the crotch, per the previous instructions from Odette, so that the crotch of the shorts slipped between her pussy lips, allowing the labia to be completely visible outside of the shorts. In this position, as Colleen walked, the material rubbed her pussy lips and her clit, causing the intended reaction. Her already moist pussy responded by getting even wetter. As hot as she was, she wanted to finger herself to an orgasm, but she knew that Odette would not approve. She smiled inwardly reflecting on how her most erotic of fantasies were all occurring on this trip to Amsterdam. And, she didn't want them to end. She was hoping and expecting to have several orgasms that evening, but she knew that they would occur whenever and with whomever Odette dictated. The thought caused her pussy to moisten even more, and her juices started oozing around the thin material of the shorts. She touched up her makeup and as she did so she wondered which of the three she would be having sex with. Per was extremely handsome, and he just oozed power. And Yvonne was innocently cute, and boy was she hot. Realizing that she had become very bi, Colleen moaned at the thought of lapping at Yvonne's cunt. And it would be so hot to do it in front of Odette and Per. Maybe one of them would fuck her while she was doing Yvonne.

Colleen sashayed back into the display room, and imitating the best runway walk she could do, she walked straight toward Per. She could feel her juices start to drip down her inner thighs, and she knew that all of them would know how wet she was. As much as she wanted to look him straight in the eye and see his reaction, she had to behave as a slut, which meant keeping her eyes down and submissive. When she was one step short of bumping into him, she stopped. Keeping her eyes glued on the floor, she struck several poses, starting with more natural poses, but quickly moving to naughty poses. When she turned away from him and bent over, making the short shorts stretch tightly over her asscheeks, he reached out and stroked her ass.

"May I, Odette?" he asked.

"But, of course, the usual house rules apply. I assume the same goes with your little slut as well?" Odette responded.

"Absolutely!" He continued, "Now, Yvonne, the house rules are that any of our guests can touch our toy in any way they want with the exception of penetration. Permission for that must be specifically given at the time. You are to behave appropriately with this understanding."

"Yes, master!"

Per had not moved his hand during the short conversation, but resumed his caressing of Colleen's rear. It didn't take him long to slide his hands between her legs, feeling her moistness. Colleen spasmed when his fingers made contact with her exposed labia. God, she was so close to an orgasm.

Per spoke again to Odette. "She's hot. And I think she is very near an orgasm. I want to see her cum when she models the next outfit."

Colleen almost came when he stated his demand. Fortunately she regained control in time with the realization that between Per, Yvonne, and Odette, she was going to be one sexed out babe before the night was over. Odette ordered her to model the 'special' home outfit for sluts and smiled, saying to Per, "I think you'll like this next outfit."

Colleen knew she would too. The top consisted of a halter made of a minimum amount sheer silk that did nothing but caress the nipples into constant hardness whenever the wearer walked. The shorts were made of the same material and were crotchless. But what made them extraordinary was that Odette had attached several strings of small beads from front to back through the crotch. When these beads were stretched between the wearer's slit and were up against the clit, the mere act of walking could induce an orgasm as one walked.

"Oh, and Colleen. Take Yvonne with you. Take her measurements and have her change into a lounging robe. Then, get her prepared the way I like my girls."

Colleen got the hint. When Yvonne returned to the room, her pussy was to be soaking wet with cum juices. The two disappeared into the stockroom. As Colleen undressed Yvonne, she learned more about the young girl. Yvonne was a third year university student at a small all girls school in Switzerland. She was in school because her dad didn't have any time for her, having married his third wife. She had met Per through a girl friend who had been Per's slut a couple of years previously. Seems the line on Per as a lover was that he was always in total control, but was sensitive to the needs, feelings, and desires of the girl, and generous to a fault. Apparently her girl friend had spent six months with Per, and had walked away with fond memories, a much broader and very pleasurable experience in sex, and about forty thousand Euros. While Yvonne's father covered all of her school expenses, her allowance for personal expenses was puny and she wanted some money of her own. And besides who wouldn't want to have sex with Per. Yvonne explained that during the first night with Per she had actually had her first orgasm with a man, even though she had been having sex with guys for a couple of years.

"Was that the first time you had an orgasm?" Colleen asked.

"Oh, no. I had my first orgasm at about 16 when I was masturbating while listening to my dad screwing his girl friend in the next room. Up until Per, I hadn't had an orgasm with a man. But, with Per, mmmmmm!" Her facial expression indicated pure delight.

Colleen had Yvonne stand on the modeling stand and started undressing her, but kept the conversation moving.

"So, the only way you have been having orgasm is through masturbation?"

"Oh, gawd, no!" Yvonne blurted out. "Girl-girl sex is rampant at school. With girls it is different. They know how to get each other off. Don't you agree?"

"Oh, yeah!" By then Colleen had fully undressed Yvonne, fully revealing her svelte well toned figure and a completely shaved crotch. "You are certainly in great shape!" she said admiring Yvonne's young nubile body.

"Yeah. I play basketball and volleyball regularly, and my roommate and I enjoy biking as well."

"So, tell me more about the sex on campus. Are all the girls lesbians, or what?"

"Oh, gawd, no. Virtually all of the girls are bi-sexual. It's just there aren't enough guys to satisfy our needs, and the counselors are really strict in controlling our time when we can be out with guys. Virtually the entire staff is women, and most of them are having sex with one or more students. Secretly we call the school Sex U. If my dad had half a clue as to how much sexual activity was going on, I'm sure he'd yank me out of there in an instant."

"Oh, do tell. How rampant is it?" As the conversation continued, Colleen started taking Yvonne's measurements, remembering her experience of the previous day. Colleen reveled in the sexual power over Yvonne that she seemed to have been given. She took advantage of each measuring opportunity to caress Yvonne's soft nubile body. As she measured Yvonne's bust, her fingers grazed over Yvonne's already upright nipples, eliciting a moan from the young girl. 

Yvonne responded, "It's damn hard to miss. I arrived at the campus and was immediately assigned to a dorm room with a second year girl named Stephanie. She's British, with the typical fair complexion and reddish-blonde hair. She was even taller than me. I was instantly jealous as she had substantial curves in the all right places. I found out later that her mother had given her over 20,000 Euros of plastic surgery when she graduated from high school. Her body was awesome. Our room was fairly small with just enough space for our beds, chest of drawers, desks, a small frig, and a couch. Of course it had a small closet for hanging coats our clothes. During the first evening we got to know each other, but she headed out about 7PM to meet a friend. She didn't return until about 2AM. I found out the next day what they were up to, when Steph explained that the friend would be coming over to our room that night. She explained matter of fact that the friend was coming over for some sex play. I was welcome to stay, but if I did, I needed to know that they would be pretty loud and visible with their play and I would just have to get used to it. I could have gone to the library, but no way did I choose that path. By the way, what did Odette mean when she told you to prepare me the way she liked?"

"Oh, that. Well," Colleen stammered. "Well, it means that I am supposed to shave your pussy bald, which I clearly don't have to do, as you already have a shaved pussy. And I am supposed to make sure your pussy is soaking wet with your juices. And I assure you that she will verify my action when we return to the show room."

"Oooh! This should be fun."

After finishing with the measurements, Colleen had Yvonne relax in a chair, spreading her legs wide. Colleen kneeled on the floor between Yvonne's legs, noting that Yvonne's pussy lips were already swollen with sexual excitement. Colleen slid her hand up Yvonne's inner thighs, enjoying the control she had in the situation. Yvonne laid her head back on the chair and slid forward, eager for the attention of the older woman. She had been moist since arriving at the studio, and she could feel her juices flowing even more. Colleen's fingers reached the purplish swollen lips of Yvonne's labia, but she didn't stop there. Using her fingers she pulled Yvonne's lips apart giving her a full view of Yvonne's sexuality. She was rewarded with view of her swollen distended clit accented by the delightful smell of sex, causing an instant tingle in her own loins. 

Colleen slid her fingers inside of Yvonne's pussy lips, coating her fingers with cunt juice. She then withdrew the fingers and brought them to her mouth, tasting Yvonne's juices. She returned her finger's attention to Yvonne's clit, and asked her to describe what happened when her roommate's friend showed up.

"Oh my gawd," Yvonne answered. "You want me to tell you about that while you're playing with me?"

"Yes, or I'll stop."

"Gawd. Please don't stop," Yvonne begged.

"Okay. I'll try. Steph's friend showed up wearing a tank top and jeans. She was about my height, very curvy, and about fifteen pounds overweight. She wore her brown hair in a pixie style and as most of us did at school wore no makeup. Steph took a minute to introduce her friend Jeannie to me, but as soon as the introductions were done, they were in a lip lock. They acted as if I wasn't even in the room. As they kissed, I watched Steph slide her hands up over the friend's tits. I watched as she squeezed Jeannie's nipples through the thin fabric of the tank top."

As Yvonne talked, Colleen did the same thing to Yvonne, sliding her hands up across Yvonne's taut belly to her nipples, and pinching them. Yvonne moaned and her nipples hardened under the pressure of Colleen's fingers. Colleen felt her pussy moisten even more, as she enjoyed being the one in control. "Go on."

"It only took them a couple of minutes to undress each other. They paid no attention to me as I lay on my bed watching them. I found out later that this was a regular occurrence at the school to indoctrinate new girls into the scene there. As soon as their clothes were off, Steph bent down and started sucking on Jeannie's nipples. I watched as she sucked them into her mouth, first one and then the other."

Colleen, now in the mode of doing to Yvonne exactly what she described, rose, peeled off her own clothes, and, bending over Yvonne, started sucking on her tits. Feeling them harden even more between her lips, Colleen parted her teeth and started nibbling lightly on the nubbins. 

"Oh, Gawd!" Yvonne moaned. "I watched as Steph continued to suckle on Jeannie's tits. As she sucked, I watched her slide her hand between Jeannie's thighs. My pussy had already started to tingle at the wanton display of lust occurring right there in my dorm room. There was no way that I wasn't going to watch this display of live sex. Moments later, Jeannie's hand had slid between Steph's legs."

Colleen slid her hand back between Yvonne's thighs, slipping easily between her pussy lips. As her fingers slid deep within the folds of Yvonne's sex, she egged Yvonne on, "You should do the same to me."

"Oh, yes," Yvonne muttered. In less than a second Yvonne's hand was between Colleen's now wide open legs. Colleen's pussy spasmed as Yvonne's finger found her hard swollen clit. Colleen knew that both of them were already close to an orgasm, and as much as she just wanted to play with Yvonne, she knew that her assignment came first. She nibbled even more on Yvonne's distended nipple, and slid a third finger deep into her cunt. Yvonne returned the favor, finding Coleen's g-spot instantly. Colleen realized that this girl was no novice, having clearly learned a lot about girl-girl sex at the school. 

Just as her orgasm started to wash over her, her fingers found Yvonne's g-spot and she returned the favor. Yvonne screamed in ecstasy, letting the people in the other room know what was clearly happening.. Yvonne didn't lose a beat, though, fingering Colleen to her first orgasm of the evening. 

Despite her desires to continue play, Colleen pulled away. Both of them had juices dripping down their thighs. Colleen's first reaction was to clean themselves up, but she knew that Per and Odette would much prefer seeing them wet. 

She then selected a lounging robe off the rack and draped it across Yvonne's shoulders, loosely tying it at her waist. She then proceeded to put on the deliciously wicked outfit that Odette had requested she wear. She carefully fitted the beads between her pussy lips. Her sensitive clit responded as soon as she took her first step, and she wondered if she could even walk into the other room without collapsing from the sensations of yet another orgasm. She managed to control the sensations and prepared to escort Yvonne back into the showroom. Before entering the showroom, Colleen whispered to Yvonne, "God, I want to hear more about your school activities. It sounds so fucking hot!"

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Meanwhile, my cock had hardened to its full length and girth as I watched the guys jerk off over my girls. I undid my trousers to free it from the confines of my slacks, and started stroking my cock slowly as I enjoyed the show. Every two or three minutes, one of the guys would cum all over the girls. As soon as one guy would finish though, another one would step up and take his place. All through this the girls lay there with their eyes wide open, playing with each other's tits. By now they were writhing on the bed as best they could, and their pussy lips had opened fully to reveal their wide open cunts. I could see that they were desperate for an orgasm. I just wasn't sure when or how I was going to oblige.

About that time a couple showed up at the door. The man was easily in his sixties, but the girl was barely over twenty. He was a tall man, easily passing for a retired basketball player and had on a terry robe that was open, revealing that he was in quite good shape. She couldn't have been more than about 4' 10" and a perfect figure with obviously enhanced breasts. All that she had on was a collar with a leash attached, nipple clamps with a chain between them, and some sort of jewelry clipped onto her clit. Her body glistened all over from some sort of wetness which I speculated had to be cum. He spoke to me in Dutch, to which I responded that I didn't understand. He turned and said something to the girl.

She translated for him. "My master would like to play with the pussies of your girls. If you let him, I will do anything you desire."

The man said something else to her. She looked at my large cock and I saw her complexion pale a bit as she gulped. She continued by saying, "My master would really like to see you fuck me in the ass while he plays with your girls. He says to tell you that I am a virgin back there, and he brought me here tonight for me to be properly fucked in the ass. He has been looking for a large enough cock all night." All the while her eyes had not left my cock, which I had continued to stroke.

"Is this true?" I asked. "Are you a virgin back there?"

"Oh, yes sir!"

"Are you prepared for this?"

"Oh, yes sir, He has made me take men's cum and lubricate my asshole with it, so that I would be ready." She looked demurely at the floor and added, "Yes sir, I am ready, but I beg you to please be gentle, but make it look good. Or else I will be punished."

"Ok. Tell your master that it's agreed. But you must start by eating the pussy of one of my girls, and make her cum."

"Oh, yes sir." She said something to the man in Dutch, and then crawled onto the bed between the legs of Ilse'. 

The guys moved aside to let her in, but one of them started touching the girl. The man moved over Ilse's face and took out his flaccid cock, saying something in Dutch in a very commanding voice. The guy touching the girl immediately removed his hand and returned to jerking off over Joanne's tits. The man stroked his cock over Ilse's face with one hand while he started fingering Joanne's cunt with the other.

The girl quickly bent over Ilse's crotch, and I watched her bury her tongue in Ilse's pussy. Within seconds, Ilse's moans grew in intensity, and I knew she was already on the brink of an orgasm. Joanne was moaning loudly by now, clearly appreciating the attention of the man's fingers inside of her. She pinched Ilse's nipple even harder, and the combination of the nipple pressure and the girl's tongue on her clit sent Ilse' into orgasmic spasms, as she screamed in delight The man's cock responded to the scene and hardened, and I saw why he had brought the girl there, as his cock was no longer than about four inches when hard, and barely an inch in diameter. He had apparently gotten over any size issues long before as he casually stroked it over Joanne's face without any sense of embarrassment.

I told the girl to move around and do Joanne. She did as she was told, kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed and lowering her face to Joanne's hungry pussy. Her tongue replaced his fingers as she lapped at Joanne's cunt. I moved over to the bed and stood next to her spreading her legs wide. I could see cum oozing from her asshole. Another guy came all over Ilse's face as the girl's tongue found Joanne's clit. He continued shooting wads and wads of cum, coating her face chin and chest. Ilse opened her mouth trying to catch as much of his jism as she could, using her tongue to lick her lips and chin. I reached over and scooped up as much of his cum as I could and started rubbing it into the girl's anus. She jerked at the contact, but stayed in position, allowing me to do whatever I desired. 




Colleen Ch. 06



I slid my hand lower, feeling her wet pussy, and discovering that her clit had been pierced and the chain was hanging from her clit ring. As I touched it, I felt her spasm, and my fingers felt juices squeezing out of her cunt. I slid my fingers back up, mixing her juices with the manjuice already in her asshole, and started rimming her with my finger. My cock was demanding its share of the action by now, so I moved between her legs and rubbed my cock across her ass cheeks, and then up and down between her ass cheeks, lubing it up with all of the juices. I lowered the knob of my cock to her pussy lips, and I felt it relax in preparation. Knowing I had permission to do whatever I wanted, I quickly rammed my cock deep into her cunt, pushing her hard against Joanne's pussy. Her pussy was hot and tight, and I felt it grip my cock like jaws of steel. Both Ilse' and Joanne were moaning loudly, their bodies writhing on the bed, albeit constrained by the bounds. 

I slowly pulled my cock back out of the girl's cunt, fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch. My balls were already throbbing with the pressure of my own building orgasm. I knew that my hardon would last for a few hours, but I wasn't going to be able to hold back more than another minute or two. I wasn't yet ready to spill my seed; especially not in the girl's cunt, even though it was tight and inviting.

"Eat her pussy, bitch!" I ordered the girl. A squeal from Joanne indicated that my command motivated the girl to do something. From my perspective I couldn't see what, but Joanne didn't stop. "Oh, fuck. Yes. Gawd, Yes!"

I had pulled most of my cock from the girl's cunt, when I rammed it back in driving deep within her. After leaving it deeply buried for a few seconds, I abruptly pulled it back out just as quickly as I had rammed it in. I pulled back far enough to get my hand between her legs. Her juices were flowing profusely, and I took another glob of her juices and once again rimmed her asshole with it. With little regard for her comfort, I then pushed a finger into her ass. It was tight, but she didn't resist, and with the lubrication, my digit slid in amazingly easy for a virgin asshole. I followed my finger with another, and then a third. The girl handled it well. 

I plunged all three fingers in and out of her ass a few times, making sure to get plenty of cunt juice inside her back channel. I pulled my fingers out, and placed the knob of my hard cock against her rear entrance. Her ass clenched in anticipation, but she made no effort to fight the inevitable. I pressed forward, pushing my cock into her rear canal. After a second or two I felt her sphincter muscle yield to the onslaught of my big cock. Her master continued stroking his cock as he watched me penetrate his slave girl. Knowing what he wanted to see, and showing no empathy for the girl, I rammed my cock into her ass.

She stopped licking Joanne's cunt long enough to scream, causing her master to say something quite sternly in Dutch. She replied as I pulled my cock back some. She then bent back to Joanne's pussy as I started my in and out motion, using her as a sex toy for my pleasure. I could feel my juices building, and this time I did nothing to fight it.

"Fuck you, you bitch!" I yelled. "Eat my girl's pussy. Make her cum!"

"Fuck yes!" was Joanne's response. "OH, GAWD.I'm cumming" she yelled.

That was enough for me as my own orgasm hit. My jism flooded the girl's ass as I erupted. "Fuck! I'm cumming!" I announced to the watching crowd. Joanne was still moaning in her own orgasm, and our simultaneous orgasms had a big impact on the guys gathered around. Within seconds, three of the guys started shooting cum all over the girls. One guys shot streams of cum all over Joanne's face, landing it in her mouth, on her face and in her hair. The girl's master then let loose with his load, drenching Ilse's face with his juices.

He said something in Dutch. I had no clue what he said, or whether it was relevant, but at that point the last two guys unleashed their cum on the girls. I pumped my cock in and out of the girls cunt a couple of more times, emptying my balls, and then fell back onto the floor, temporarily exhausted.