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I Need It

By: blkpython03



I am an editor at magazine publishing company called "Tits, Pussy and Ass". I have been doing editing for two years now. I moved up from photography.

We are having a meeting today about who we wanted to put in the magazine.

Let me tell you about my boss. Her name is Kelly. She recently bought the west wing of the building and made it into her office and home. She asked me to help her design mostly everything she wanted. 

From the floor that we worked on was her office. Once you go up the coded elevator your in her bedroom and bath. Only two people knew the code to get on the elevator, that was her and me. 

Downstairs is her living room and kitchen. She also has a nice size fireplace where she likes to lay in front of on her fur rug.

She only wears braless and crotchless teddies under her same colored two piece mini skirt outfit with matching thigh high stockings and high heels.

She came in today wearing a dark blue mini skirt outfit. She walked by grazing her hand across my neck and sitting next to me in the meeting.

After everyone was in we started talking about the models that we were going to use in the magazine. An hour later we were finished and I walked to my desk and got to work.

I had went to go make copies of a paper that I had finished and took it to Kelly. I got back to my desk and saw that I had mail online. So I went through it and saw one from Kelly. It read " Meet me downstairs in my house at 6 ".

So after I finished going through my mail, I went to lunch for about an hour. Came back and did some more work.

I looked up at the clock and it was 5 o'clock. I noticed that my co-workers were getting ready to go home. I browsed through the last issue of our magazine. I looked up at the clock again and it was 15 minutes til 6. So I made my way to her office and went to the elevator and punched in the code. Got on and rode down the doors opened. Kelly was standing near her couch wearing a dark blue silk lingerie gown. She was holding two glasses of wine. I walked to her and grabbed a glass and we walked around and sat on the couch. 

We sipped on the wine while we talked about many things. I noticed that she finished her wine rather quickly. She was telling me about how she felt when I took her pictures a couple years ago.

She ran her hand down the bottom of her gown and pulled it up while she was telling her story. She laid her legs up in my lap and continued with the story. She was telling me about how the eight inch dildo felt in her pussy while I was taking picture after picture. I took my hand and guided up her thighs and slowly inserted my pointer finger in her. She moaned softly. She said " its been a while since a guy fucked me ".

I took my finger out and licked it. I stood up and took my clothes off and Kelly stood up on the couch. She wrapped her arms around my neck and slid her pussy on my dick. I carried her to the elevator and went up to her bedroom. I gave her what she has been needing for a long time, a good hard fuck. 

I Need It Badly!



I noticed her immediately, walking up Market Street towards me. Dressed in a knee-length flowery cotton skirt and an off-the-shoulder peasant blouse, under which her obviously bra-less breasts swung freely, with shoulder-length fair hair, and carrying two bulky shopping bags. 

'Those look heavy,' I said. 'Can I give you a hand?'

She smiled at me gratefully. 'Thanks -- that would be nice! It's too hot to hump things around!'

Our fingers touched as I took the bags from her -- as she leaned towards me slightly I got an even better look at her heavy breasts, and I felt my cock stir.

'You're right -- it is hot.' I nodded towards a pub on the corner: 'If you're not in a hurry, how about a drink to cool off?'

'Umm -- just what I need -- a nice cold lager!' 

It was quite early, and the pub wasn't crowded. I bought the drinks while she found a small table in a corner. We dumped her bags and sat down. She smiled at me and toasted me over the rim of her glass, and then took a long swallow. 

'Looks as though you've been busy shopping.'

She shrugged her bare shoulders. 'I wanted to get out of the house and -- take my mind off.' 

She sighed. 'It's not always easy, re-marrying a much older man. He -- well, let's just say he can't always do his duty. It's getting worse lately -- I try hard, but it doesn't seem to do any good. Last night, I -- I wanted it desperately, but it was no use. I worked on him with my hands, my mouth, everything ... the only thing that gets him going is telling him about the men who've had me.'

She took another swallow of lager, and when she put her glass down our fingers touched again, but she didn't remove her hand.

'One benefit is that I -- get to do it with a lot of men, but not always when I need it, like last night.' She shuddered. 'I played with myself, but it's not the same ...'

I studied her body, especially her full breasts. I could see her nipples prodding against the thin cotton of her blouse, and again my cock stirred involuntarily. She must have seen me staring, and she eased the blouse down another couple of inches, baring more of her breasts and the deep valley between them.

I looked up, and our eyes met, and I let my fingers stroke hers lightly.

'I know what you mean about being frustrated. I've just broken up with my girlfriend.'

Her eyes widened in surprise. 'Why? What was wrong?'

I shrugged. 'Oh, I don't know. She was so -- immature, I suppose. Very giggly, self-conscious, almost prudish. I prefer older women, more experienced, who know what they're doing, and what they want.'

She swung her legs sideways from under the table, and crossed them. I glanced down, and dropped my hand to her thigh -- she stared at me for a moment, and tugged her skirt up several inches, so that my hand rested on her bare leg.

'And I prefer younger men -- who want to do things to me ...'

At that moment her phoned trilled, and she rummaged in her bag, giving me another view of her cleavage, and held the phone to her ear, staring into my eyes.

'Hello? Yes, dear. Yes ... I've finished shopping, but I don't know when I'll be home. Why? I'm with -- a man, that's why ... we just met in Market Street, and we're in that pub on the corner of Duke Street, the Rose and Crown ...'

Our eyes were still locked, and she ran the tip of her tongue over her lips.

She laughed. 'I don't know. I'll ask him!'

She held the phone aside. 'He wants to know if you're going to fuck me! Are you?'

I looked at her quizzically. 'What do you think?'

She spoke into the phone again. 'He asked me what I think. I think he will! What? Oh, quite good-looking ... he's got his hand on my leg, under my skirt, and he keeps looking at my tits ...'

She sighed. 'Yes, of course I'll tell you. Yes, everything. No, I won't forget anything -- do you want me to take bloody notes or something? Yes, OK. 'Bye.'

'Well, that's got him interested. This evening might be better!'

I gestured to her glass. 'Do you want another drink, or shall we get going?'

She smiled. 'I'm getting going already!'

I picked up her bags. 'My car's just round the corner,' I said, and watched her bottom swaying as I followed her out of the pub.

I held the car door open for her, getting a glimpse of an extensive expanse of bare thigh, and put her bags on the back seat. I opened my door and climbed into the car beside her, and she turned towards me.

'I wouldn't mind being kissed,' she breathed.

I slipped my arm round her bare shoulders and kissed her. Her lips were soft and warm, and I tasted her lipstick, and my free hand found her full breast. It was firm but yielding, and I fondled it gently, rubbing my thumb over her stiffening nipple, not caring if anyone walking by looked in the car window and saw us.

She wriggled her legs, rubbing them together as she returned my kiss eagerly. We kissed like that for a minute or two, and then we broke apart.

'That'll do for a while. Now, please let's get going -- I need it badly -- I want to get my clothes off, and be naked ...'

I started the car, and glanced down to see her put her hand up under her skirt and finger herself, baring her thighs in the process. I forced myself to concentrate on my driving -- it wasn't easy, with an attractive woman masturbating beside me, her bare shoulders, now well out of her blouse, gleaming in the sunshine, her legs parted, with her skirt practically up around her waist ...

Eventually we arrived safely, and as I turned off the ignition she threw herself at me again and kissed me wildly, gripping my cock through my trousers. I retaliated by putting my hand between her still widespread squirming legs. She moaned in my mouth, gripping me harder, as I discovered her soaking wet panties.

Somehow, we got out of the car, and I picked up her bags and walked up the path with her, while she hung on to me, trying to twist in front of me to kiss me. Her blouse was off by the time I got the key in the lock -- I looked down at her lush bare breasts, and rubbed the palm of my hand over them roughly -- she moaned again, and she was unfastening her skirt as we went inside. I closed the door behind us and put her bags down in the hall, and when I turned back her skirt and panties were off as well, and she stood looking at me wearing nothing but her high-heeled sandals.

She practically hurled herself against me, grinding her body against me, trying to wrap one leg round my hips as she kissed me hungrily. I ran my hand along her thigh, gripping her soft bottom and pulling her tighter against my cock, and then I pushed her back against the wall, her leg still wrapped round me.

She started to hump herself against my thigh, raising and lowering herself as I crumpled her breast roughly as we kissed wetly, our tongues entwining, and I smoothed my hand along her leg from her bottom to her foot, fondling it and playing with her toes before sliding my hand slowly back up, to push it between our bodies to stroke the wet, swollen lips of her vulva.

I was tempted to take my cock out and fuck her right there, jammed against the wall, but instead I kissed her lightly and broke away.

'Let's go upstairs,' I grunted hoarsely, as she leaned back against the wall, her arms widespread, her breasts rising and falling as she gasped for breath. I reached for her hand and pulled her away from the wall. I thought she was going to fall -- her body jerked limply towards me, her eyes seemingly unfocussed, and I let her kiss me again.

She seemed to gather herself and took a deep breath, and briefly bent to scrabble in her bag for her phone, and then I put my arm round her naked body and guided her to the staircase as we began kissing again. We got up the stairs a step at a time, kissing and fondling each other. 

We sucked at each other's mouths, wetly, and I saw saliva trickling down her chin -- hers or mine I didn't know, or care ...

Somehow we got into my bedroom, and it was her turn to push me against the wall as we struggled to get my shirt off, still kissing. I broke off from undoing buttons to fondle her breasts, and then she started fumbling with my belt. Together, we pushed my trousers and underpants down over my thighs. I kicked off my shoes as she sank to her knees, easing my clothes down further until I could step out of them, and she pulled off my socks.

Then she kissed my rigid cock, rubbing her face against it and fondling my balls.

'You're so beautiful,' she murmured, running her tongue along the shaft of my cock and kissing it again.

I lifted her up and carried her to the bed. She lay back and looked at me, parting her legs, and I buried my face between them, licking her and searching for her clitoris with my tongue. I tugged at it gently with my teeth, and she cried out, her body jerking, and I realised that she was already in the throes of an orgasm.

I moved my mouth higher, over her fluttering belly, and finally kissing those lovely breasts, my tongue circling her nipples, feeling the stippling of her large aureoles before biting her nipples, trying to suck her breasts into my mouth ...

She groaned. 'No -- I love that, but I can't wait any longer. Do me now, please, oh, please!'

I eased myself up on top of her, and she hastily guided my cock into her, and then she lay back, her eyes closed, a smile on her lips... I started to fuck her, slowly at first, and then faster and harder. I, too, was desperate, and it was all I could do to hold back.

She was grunting, moaning, her body writhing beneath me, and I felt her body grow damp with perspiration. I kissed her breasts and her mouth as I fucked her -- she raised her legs, so that I could penetrate her more deeply, lifting her hips to ram herself against my cock as I jammed it into her, clinging to me, sinking her nails into my arms, arching her back to grind her breasts against my chest, and then I exploded into her.

She shrieked, biting my shoulder, clawing my back, slapping herself against my cock, twisting in my arms as I continued to pump semen into her, seemingly endlessly. She stared at me wildly, her hair plastered across her damp face as we kissed violently. I felt her fingers tangling in my hair, her body grinding against me, hearing her breath rasping in her throat, and then she fell back limply, her breasts heaving, and I kissed her nipples, feeling her heart racing as she squirmed, panting, her body racked with uncontrollable spasms ...

Her phone trilled. She reached out, her eyes closed, fumbling for it.

'Yes? Of course it's me!' her voice was husky, and with her free hand she felt for my cock. 

'Yes, he's just fucked me. It was fantastic -- his stuff is trickling out of me ... yes, of course I'll tell you everything, dear ... listen -- he's sucking my tits ...'

She held the phone close to my mouth, fastened on her breast, sucking it loudly ...

She spoke into it again. 'No, not yet, dear -- I'll be home soon, but he's going to fuck me again ... No! Don't touch yourself! Save it for when I come home! Yes ... yes ... 'bye!'

She dropped the phone on the floor.

'You are going to fuck me again, aren't you?'

I was, and I did.

Less urgently this time, lingering over kissing her breasts, rubbing my cock over her body, fondling her with my hands, and eventually easing my cock into her. She stared at me, biting her bottom lip as I started to move inside her.

Her vagina felt wonderful -- wet and warm, gripping me when she tightened her muscles on my cock ... we kissed as I fucked her slowly, and this time we were able to make it last ...

We must have fucked for, what, twenty minutes at least, until I felt the pressure rising in my loins. She felt it too, responding with increasing insistence, and once again her hips rose to meet me. Her skin was still slippery with perspiration, and it was difficult to hold her as she began writhing. I was afraid I might slip out of her, but she solved the problem by wrapping her legs round me.

We kissed passionately, our mouths working on each other, and then I erupted into her. She gave a little choking cry, clutching me, forcing her body against me, kissing me frenziedly until it was all over.

We lay in each other's arms, kissing gently, her hand fondling my cock, my hand fondling her breasts, until she sighed and eased herself up.

'Time to go ...'

We went downstairs together, and I reluctantly watched her climb into her clothes, adjusting her blouse so that it only half-covered her breasts. I offered to drive her home, but she insisted on phoning for a taxi.

I stood behind her as she waited for the cab company to answer, my hands round her to cup her breasts, kissing her neck and her bare shoulders, pressing my cock against her soft bottom ...

We stayed like that until the cab arrived, and then she kissed me goodbye.

'Let's hope that husband of mine hasn't wanked, because it'll finish him for a couple of days at least. If he has, I might come back for a second helping!'

I grinned and kissed the tip of her nose.

'Well, you always know where to find me, Mum!'



I Need Lunch



My thanks to DawnJ for guidance in editing and polishing this first work. I hope that you enjoy it and I welcome any and all constructive comments.





It was about eleven-o'clock in the morning when your text came through on my cell phone. You were on a 12-hour shift, and I was on a string of evening shifts and would be heading in to work later that day.

"I need to come home for lunch," was all your text message said.

It wasn't too unusual for you to come home briefly during your lunch break to take care of a chore. That was an advantage of your working so close to where we lived. But your message was a bit strange because I was sure that you knew I was at home. I wondered if you had forgotten something, or there was some other problem that I didn't know about.

"What's up?" I texted back.

Your reply was almost instantaneous: "I said I NEED to come home for lunch." 

Uh oh, capitals, I thought. I texted back: "Okay. Anything I can do?"

You must have had a few minutes of downtime at work, because your second reply was almost as quick as your first one had been. "Yes. You can fuck me hard and fast with your big cock."

I almost spilled the coffee I was drinking. I supposed I shouldn't have been surprised by your message. You've texted me like that before (and I've almost spilled my coffee before too), and I do love it when you declare your desires so openly. But after all of our time together sharing our desires so openly, it still jolts me a bit. It jolts me in a way that I love.

"Absolutely," I texted back. "But u know that I need to leave for work approx 1:30. What time r u doing lunch?" Your reply took a little longer this time. "Can't leave til jst before 1."

"That's a little tight, isn't it?" I replied.

"Thought u like me tight!" I chuckled when I read your answer.

Before I could quip back, you sent another text. "I said I NEED to cum home for lunch!!!!"

All capitals again, and a change in spelling. How could I say no? Why would I want to say no? "Ok," I sent back.

Your next message explained it all: "I've been horny for u all day and need relief. I'll be there at 1. Be ready for me."

I decided to tease you a bit in anticipation of meeting your lunchtime needs. For the next few minutes we texted back and forth furiously.

Me: "Oh really? Problem? Do tell."

You: "Yes. My pussy is aching, and my underwear is wet and sticking to me."

Me: "Yum. I like that. Not a prob for me."

You: "It's a prob for me. I NEED relief."

Me: "You could do that urself w/o me if u can't wait".

You: "At work?!?"

Me: "Sure, if u NEED to."

You: "I want ur hard cock. Only thing that will do."

Me: "So glad u feel that way. Happy to service u."

You: "Just b ready for me, mister!"

It really was going to be tight on time for both of us if you couldn't get home until 1:00. So I decided to get myself ready for work early. I packed up my lunch (and made you a sandwich too) and got showered.

When I got out there was another text message from you waiting for me: "I'm going to need new underwear."

Now that was an unabashed tease. You know how much I like it when your pussy is wet and dripping. My cock, which had already been swelling, began to ache in anticipation of your arrival. Well, I can dish it back.

Me: "Poor thing. Whatever will u do?"

You: "I'm going to have u fuck my brains out. That's what."

Me: "But I want more. Ur pussy is so wet, I NEED more."

You: "I suppose u can lick my wet pussy."

My cock was really throbbing at this point. I was sure that you were aching and swollen too. No time to let up the teasing

Me: "I want MORE. I want to rub ur clit and G spot."

You: "I want that too. U can do that while I fuck ur face."

I'm losing this teasing battle I thought. My cock and balls were really aching now.

Me: "I want u to fuck my face. Aftr u explode there, I'm gonna thrust my throbbing cock deep into ur pussy til I explode."

You: "Perfect!"

By now, 1:00 was fast approaching.

You: "I told them at work I had to let the dog out."

Me: "I already did that."

You: "Not the dog I meant."

Me: "Ha!"

You: "You better b ready for me."

Me: "And how would u like me ready?"

You: "Only thing I want to see when I walk thru the door is ur hard cock."

Me: "I can do that."

You: "Good. I'm cumming."

I was standing at the door to the garage, ready as you had directed, stark naked, my throbbing cock standing at attention in my hand. As you came through the garage door, I saw that you had shed practically everything you could while driving. Your pants were loosened and starting to slide off your hips. Your shirt was already most of the way off. You kicked the door closed with your foot while you dropped to your knees.

"Good," was the only word out your mouth, before you filled it with my cock.

"Uggggh," I moaned loudly as I felt your hot mouth surround my throbbing cock.

Your tongue swirled around me. You gave the shaft a few firm strokes before letting go so you could use both hands to pull off your pants and the wet underwear you had been complaining about. In a flash, your hands were back on my cock and balls, stroking and fondling. You knee-walked me back to the nearby carpeted steps that led upstairs, while your mouth continued to work over my cock. I felt you push me back, encouraging me to sit down on the steps. Your mouth never left my cock as I sat down, almost falling, weak at the knees.

"I promised you could lick my pussy," you said, after you lifted your mouth from my cock, a thick stream of your saliva running down over my balls.

You pushed me so that I was now leaning all the way back against the steps. You rose up, dragging your soaking pussy over my stomach and up my chest to my waiting mouth, leaving a trail of your wetness on my skin. I felt your knees on either side of my head as you straddled me and dropped your pussy onto my eager lips and tongue.

"Yessss!" I heard the word escape from your lips as I attacked your clit, lashing it with my tongue. It didn't take long for you to make good on your earlier promise, and you began humping my mouth, your hips thrusting back and forth.

"Fingers! I want your fingers in me," you panted.

With you on my face, I could just barely slide my fingers past my chin and into your pussy as you ground against me, but I really wanted to satisfy your demand. I held my hands and mouth still, but kept my tongue going at full speed, as you thrust your pelvis against me with increasing speed and intensity. I knew you were getting close to your orgasm, so I licked more furiously against your clit. Faster and harder you ground against me, seeking your release and relief.

"Ooooh. Ooooooh. Ooooooooooh," you moaned loudly.

I felt your pussy spasm around my fingers, and you clamped my head with your knees as your orgasm washed over you. Pussy juices ran out of you and I sucked and swallowed your sweet nectar as fast as I could. In all too short a time, your orgasm was over and I could feel you relax a bit.

"I want something else," You growled and stood up over me. I knew exactly what you meant. "I still NEED your cock in me. Come on, mister!"

We got off the stairs, which was not the most comfortable place to have sex, but a very convenient one today. With my hard cock leading the way, we headed into the kitchen. I had pulled the chairs away from the table with the expectation that I would use it to help satisfy the need you had so clearly texted to me. At the start of our sexual relationship together, you told me that you had picked out that table because it looked good, and because it seemed sturdy enough to be a playground for us. Today, it would be a playground. I led you over to the table, and without needing any direction from me, you bent over, ass in the air.

"Do me hard and fast," you said, wiggling your ass at me. "I NEED to feel your hard cock deep inside me." The lust still in your voice was very clear.

The sight was incredible and will forever be burned into my mind. I could see your pussy lips, puffy and swollen, dripping from my tongue lashing. Your glorious ass was high in the air, cheeks slightly spread. I had planned for this. I stepped up right behind you, my cock pressed against your hot flesh. I raked my fingernails down your back and you quivered, arching your back against me.

"Oooooooh" you moaned.

I stepped back slightly so that my cock slid down the crack of your ass. I reached for the slender vibrating butt plug that I had placed on the table, pre-lubed for this very moment. I don't know if you didn't see it in your haste to get to the table, or if you did and decided not to say anything about it, but you jumped slightly when I touched the cold, wet tip of it to your rosebud When I heard you gasp, I wasn't sure if it was pleasure, surprise, or what. But you thrust back slightly against it, signaling me that you wanted me to proceed.

With gentle but firm pressure, I worked it into you all the while stroking your wet pussy with my other hand. In a flash of urgency, you pushed back against me hard, forcing the plug the last inch deep into you, the flange firmly against your ass cheeks.

"Now fuck me! Fuck me hard." you commanded.

Never one to disobey you, I lined up my swollen, aching cockhead with the entrance of your pussy. In one smooth stroke, I thrust into you, bottoming out with my hips tight against your ass. We both gasped in pleasure and stayed fixed that way for just a second savoring our connection. The pause ended quickly. We both wanted a hard fucking.

I pulled almost all the way out, taking my weight off you and off the butt plug buried in you. I thrust forward hard, driving my cock deep into you, my hips slapping loudly against your soft skin. I could feel the flange of the plug against my pubic area as I made contact, and I knew it was not too subtly thrusting into you too.

"Oh, God!" you moaned, as I picked up speed. I felt you match my movements, rocking back against me with each thrust.

My cock was slamming in and out of your hot, wet pussy. Each time I thrust my cock in and out of your pussy, I was also thrusting the butt plug in and out of your ass. The feeling was amazing for me, and I knew equally so for you. And just like we both wanted, it was a good hard fucking -- you panting and moaning bent over the table, me gasping and moaning from behind you, both of us slamming our bodies into each other.

"Cum with me, oh, cum with me!" you gasped.

I could feel you right on the edge of your second climax, and that sent me over the top. With one final hard thrust, I buried my cock as deep into you as I could, and exploded. My hot cum shot out into your pussy, and you practically screamed out your orgasm.

We both collapsed onto the table, spent, sweaty, and wet from our sexual release. I looked at my watch, hoping that less time had passed than I was afraid might have.

"Shit!" I said. "We both need to get going. I'm sorry."

"I'm not," you said grinning. "Lunch was great!"

"I made you a sandwich to eat, and I already let the dog out. I'm not going to have time for a shower though. We've really got to get going," I said.

I pulled my shrinking cock out from you, and extracted the butt plug. I grabbed two dish towels for us to clean up as best as we could. I knew that it wouldn't be enough to completely erase the evidence of our passion, but it would have to do. I pulled my underwear on, not even bothering to wipe the mix of our cum off of my cock. I would enjoy the sticky wet feeling next to my skin as a reminder of our lunch together while I worked my evening shift.

"I'm going to feel you for the rest of the evening," you said, smiling. "Each time I sit down, I'm sure I'll get a little gift from you leaking out of me, and I know I'll feel it in my ass, too."

"I'll get to smell you on my lips all during work," I quipped back. "It will help me get through another shift until I can get back home to you," I said, and I meant every word of it.

"I know the girls at work will be able to smell what we've been up to when I get back," you said. "They'll just be jealous."

We kissed deeply as we both quickly pulled on our clothes, trying to get out of the house and on our way so that we wouldn't be late. As I sat in my car, I could feel my cock slide in my underwear and stir slightly (a bit worn out, but I knew it would be ready later tonight) with the memory of our lunch together. 

"It's going to be a long shift," I thought.



I Need More



Scared? Wouldn't you be? After twenty-years of marriage -- happy, good marriage -- it's comes to this. And it's not like our sex life hasn't been great at times. We have sex most days. Good sex, fun sex. We have the emotional connection. My husband is my soul mate. My best friend. I tell him everything. Well, almost everything. How can I tell him this? 

Through our whole life it's been all about me. Everything he does is to support me and build me up. Even through the tough times when I was unbearable, pushing him away, he still encouraged me. How selfish am I now to say that it's not enough. 

I want more. More excitement. Like I said. Sex is great with him. We have fun and passion, and orgasms are like cake recipes, I have tons and they're all delicious. When we make love, my butt in the air, he driving into me from behind, it's like magic. I feel so close to him. But it's not enough. When we're done, we move on. We don't think back to the feelings and emotions. We... I need something to bring that emotional state into our lives. 

It's time for a change. He and I aren't enough. We need more. I need more. 

I'm a bitch, right? A horrible person. I know. That's something that hasn't changed. I've always been a horrible person. Draining Chad's life. Holding him back because he is safety. Even though I do everything he wants in bed to the point of submissiveness, It's still always about me. When he forces me down on my knees and sticks his cock in my mouth, I love it, and he knows it. When he makes me touch myself down there, my nervous anxiety pushing me over the edge, I cum hard. He makes me cum. In control, but driving my needs, and I hate myself more every time. 

After all, what do I have to offer? Fat thighs and a big ass? Sure I have big boobs, and he loves them, taking every opportunity to grab and fondle my sensitive nipples. But that's just it? He acts on his urges to grab them, then spends ten minutes doing what he knows I like with them. Kneading them, focusing on my nipples, pushing them together so his teeth can brush against both areolas at the same time. He's a skilled lover and I don't deserve him. 

Yet, I want more.

Tonight. It has to be tonight. I will tell him. I'm so afraid. He might yell. He might hit me. Throw me out. Not that he's ever done that before. He'll know I'm a deranged weirdo. Just like I've always known. But I have to do it. I've realized that we women aren't spiritual people like we so often boast. We are driven by Biology just like every other living creature and no matter what expectations I've tried to meet, I can't get past that simple fact. Sorry Mom, Dad. Hate to say it Pastor and friends. I'm not that women you think you know. 

And Chad? I'm not the woman you love. I'm just a filthy bitch who you love too much to give her what she needs. So I'm gonna make it happen. I'm sorry. Someday, you'll realize what an awful wife I am and maybe then you'll do it. 

I can do this. I will do this. I just need some courage. That's asking a lot from such a wimp. I need help. So I log on to a site I found in Chad's history. One with every kind of porn imaginable. He doesn't know I found it and I'm very careful to hide. 

My hands slide into my shorts, underneath my sheer panties, finding a moist opening as I pull up my favorite video. My breath is already ragged. The bedroom mirror next to me reflects a chubby face almost as red as my hair. My seductive eyes half open as I peer at myself. 

On the monitor a scene opens in a typical suburban bedroom. A large, muscled man embraces a beautiful woman in a robe. She has long, blond hair and a thin waste. From the angle, you can't see much of her front, but I know her luscious boobs are firm and round. They kiss with him pulling her head back by the hair. Just like Chad does to me. They disrobe and he pushes her down onto the bed. A brief flicker from a wedding ring catches my eye. 

The man takes of his robe and he's naked, half erect penis wagging in front of him. The woman looks back and licks her lips. She want's that cock. She needs it. As his mouth traces kisses up her calves, I stroke myself, feeling the slick coating inside me. He reaches her butt and nibbles, drawing a gasp from the woman and me. He moves up her body and pulls hard on her hair, forcing her mouth to his and ravages her lips. 

I stick my finger deeper, reaching for that spot and caress as he enters her from behind. Pushing her head down, he slaps her ass and drives deep. She appears to look at someone off camera, staring at an unknown participant. 

The man doesn't care, he keeps thrusting, the force shaking the bed and causing ripples in her ass. She's nearing orgasm and so am I. The flood of pleasure increases as I rub two fingers over my love spot and press. I can't tell the difference between her moans and my own. I'm so close. I need release. Now three fingers rubbing and pinching me, my arms are shaking with exertion. 

The man grinds his pelvis into her ass and pulls her hips to him. With a final thrust she screams, a powerful orgasm ripping through her body. He slows his pounding, filling her with long, slow strokes as she comes down. 

Through it all, she never looks away from the offscreen person. She's taunting someone. Showing them what they can't have. It's erotic. 

I rip down my shorts and dive in with both hands. Two fingers inside me, my hips thrusting upwards to meet them. want to cum. I need to cum. 

In the video, the man pulls out, his cock dripping with both of their juices. He points it in the direction that the woman is looking toward and the camera pans over. It's his wife, kneeling with thighs spread and her ass on her heals. She has one hand mauling her own breast and another one stroking her clit which is on display. 

The look on her face starts my orgasm with a tremble. A mix of lust, love and loathing as she fingers herself to orgasm then crawls over to her husband, licking the mix of love juices off his cock. The other woman laughs at her, slapping her ass. 

No words are spoken, but my trembling body understands as wave after wave forces my mind to go blank. I no longer see the video. Just myself. Cleaning my husband's cock. 

I want this, and tonight I will tell him.



I Need My Daddy



He died last June in a car crash. My mother was at the wheel and it was because of her that they were both killed. Mom was a real bitch. You know the type, always right and always critical of other people and very demanding and vindictive.

Dad always stood up for me and I idolized him. I was his favorite and I really hated the way mom treated him. About once every couple of weeks she would send us on useless errands, and those were the times she would let dad fuck her. Being bi she would have sex with other women I think, but it was always a secret and never talked about but when she was feeling very sexy it was always daddy who would have to satisfy her.

I was named after my mother, Kimberly, but in the family I was Kim and she was Kimberly. Anyway my sister's bedroom is right next to Dads, and When we were home from college, we would peek thru the small hole my sister had made in the back of their closet. When we knew they were going to do it, she would put one of those door magnifying gadgets in the hole and we could see the whole room real good. She'd race to the room and part the clothes and be sure the door was open, then we would pretend to go out and park the car around the block. We'd sneak back to her room and watch. Mom was a real witch. She made him do everything she wanted and was always ordering him around. And nothing ever pleased her. She was always bitching about something. Anyway, that was how it began. 

We watched mom get undressed and put her things on a chair. She told daddy to hurry up and get undressed. I guess he wasn't fast enough to suit her but than when he turned around, I saw his dick for the first time. He wasn't hard or anything but still he was big. Mom sat on the edge of the bed and made dad lay down real close to her. She began jerking him and we watched him get bigger and bigger. Finally she let go of him and for the first time we saw my father with a hard on. When mom made him stand up we both gasped. He was really big and hard. It stood up sorta pointing at the ceiling and he stepped back while mom laid down with her legs dangling off the bottom of the bed. 

She gave him an order. "Eat me! I want to cum that way first. Go down on me and eat me out real good baby." We kept switching back and forth exchanging places as we watched. I watched her cum and heave up, pushing her pussy against daddy's mouth and screaming all sorts of orders. She used words I would never have thought to use but they seemed to excite daddy. "Eat my cunt baby. Suck that clit harder. Use your fingers in my cunt and finger fuck me when I tell you it's cumming." Things like that.

I began stroking my pussy thru my panties as I watched. I was wet and the white silk patch between my legs was wet and slippery as my fingers ran up and down the wet spot. When mom suddenly yelled out, "NOW! Suck harder and fuck my cunt with those fingers. It's cumming now, Fuck, oh my god here it comes, Oh yeah, Oh My God yeah." When it ended she laid there for a minute before she rolled off the bed and squatted in front of dad. Then she reached up and clutched his balls and put the head of his cock in her mouth and began making those slurpy sounds as she sucked him. Then she paused and looked up and warned him. "Don't you dare cum until I'm through using him. Don't you dare, or we'll have to start all over again. Understand?"

Dad shook his head and stood still while she sucked and jerked his cock. Tiring of her little game she let him go again and we watched his rigid cock spring out of her mouth and point upward. My god he looked hard. Now she stood up and sat on the edge of the bed before swinging her legs up. She wiggled to the center and drew her feet up so her heels were tight up against the cheeks of her ass, then her knees fell apart and she motioned for him to move between her thighs. 

She was so exposed that I got a good view of dad as he moved to kneel between her legs and he was sort of scary. I'd seen him once or twice without his clothes on but I never realized how thick and big he could get. Mom buried her chin in her chest and watched as dad held his cock down and began to put it in her cunt. She took a deep breath and warned: "Slow Ted. I don't want you to tear me apart with that fucking rod of yours. Just go slow and I'll tell you when I'm ready." 

I watched dads ass move forward then very slowly he backed out a little. He did it again and then back out again. He was slowly stretching mom open and each time he went in deeper she would let out a little gasp. "For gods sake Ted your pushing my guts out my mouth. Your too fucking hard. Go slow but get that damn thing in, will you? Quit playing with me!"

I could tell dad was furious but he was trying his best to go slow and do what she wanted. In and out, in and out, he slowly thrust back and forth. A couple of minutes later he was going a bit faster and mom was starting to moan and sort of rock her hips from side to side. Suddenly she moved her hands from her sides and clutched at her breasts. Lifting one she managed to get it's nipple to her lips and I watched her tongue flick over it. Then she tugged at it and began sucking. Moments later her legs began to tremble and she straightened them out. Now I could watch dads cock going in and out and that's when I came. I had to bite the side of my hand to keep from squealing aloud but I kept watching. I was fascinated by what she was making him do.

As soon as she began trembling she let out a long moan and actually sobbed to dad. "Fuck... it's close. It's coming Teddy. Oh yeah, it's coming on hard now... Oh fuck. Do it now. Pound it in now baby. Ram that cock in and finish meeeeee. Harder, Dammit, HARDER, NOW USE IT ALL YOU WANT! Fuck my cunt faster and harder. Oh shit.... I want it now. Fill my cunt with that thick cum of yours and fuck me harder, HARDER! Fuck my brains out you son of a bitch. Give it to me hard and hurt me. Now. I'm Cummingggggg. Oh My God, Oh my God it feels so good. Ram it in deeper. Faster, I...I'm.... I'm gonna Cum again. Here it comes. Oh shit. Keep fucking me, keep fucking, keep sliding that fucking cock in and out of my slippery cunt. Yeahhhhh I'm cumming again!"

He kept lifting his cock almost all the way out then plunging it back in and the room was filled with the slapping sounds as his thighs beat against moms. Then she slowly lifted her legs high and let out a long gasp. 

"I can't do it again. Oh god that was fantastic, really amazing, but I can't cum again. Oh god Ted that was the best. Did you make it? I'm so fucking wet I can't tell." Dad paused and then pulled his cock out. I think I could actually hear it sort of pop as he moved back and I saw it spring up. 

"No. I was close Kimberly but I didn't." Mom swung her legs over the side of the bed and had dad sit next to her. Then she began to jerk his cock. Up and down, up and down and every so often she would pause to take the pale purple head of his cock in her mouth and do something to it with her tongue. Then she would sort of lick his heavy balls and do it all over again. Suddenly she began stroking him really fast and looking up at his face, she snarled. "Tell me when. I want cum now. Tell me when and I'll give you that reward you want. Come on now don't hold back Ted. Give me all that milky cum so I know you won't be able to fuck any of your girl friends tomorrow. Now give it to me."

Moms hand was a blurr as she jerked him faster and faster until finally dad gave in. "It's coming ... It's cumming Kimberly. Yeah,,, Gonna shoot.... Here it comes!" Mom quickly opened her mouth and took most of his cock in deep. Her cheeks dimpled then slowly filled out again as he exploded in her mouth. I thought she would spit it out but when she opened her mouth a minute later, it was all gone. She really swallowed all of dad's cum.

Over the next few days I found out exactly how nasty and jealous mom was. Since I turned nineteen and gone off to college, she accused him of having an affair with any and all women he came in contact with, at least thats what my older sister told me. 

The girl in the check out line at the grocery store, or the lady in the cosmetics department at the local drugstore. I have to admit, dad did attract women, but he didn't work at it, and I never saw him pick up on it. There was just something about him that attracted women and mom would get furious if she even thought he was looking at someone. Her revenge was to make him go weeks without sex and that only brought me closer to dad. I could sympathize with him.

Over the next few weeks I began masturbating a lot while I was home on mid term vacation. Sometimes three or four times a day. I kept thinking about what I had seen that afternoon and I went through picture albums until I found a picture of dad in his bathing suit at a picnic or something. I would stare at it as I played with my clit and masturbate until I came. something that I had done pretty much since I became eighteen. Now I'd imagine him fucking me like he did mom. 

But then it happened.... Mom caught me. At first she just sort of scolded me and told me the usual stuff. "Don't do it any more and all that crap about it being natural and that I shouldn't be doing it so much," but when she saw dads picture on the bed, she went ballistic. I won't go into what she called me but I think she was more pissed off at dad than she was at me. I don't know what she told dad, but now he was even avoiding looking at me, and that hurt more than I can ever say. Then, the day she left to go on a cruise with my aunt, she had another argument with dad and came tearing into my bedroom screaming at me.

"You're a little slut. You get off fucking yourself thinking about your father, so you can have him until I get back or you go back to college. You let him fuck you, you little whore. Let him ram that fucking hard cock deep in your little pussy and find out how it feels. I want you to take care of him for the next three weeks. I want you to be his little whore. Go ahead. You won't need pictures, you can have him do you for real if you can get him to do it. Just don't screw things up before you go back to college."

Two days later the package I had sent for came. I had ordered a vibrator, a sheath that slid over it, and a sort of wiggly dildo thing called a wabbit. The one I ordered was just about the size I thought dad was. Up until then I had to just use my fingers or the handle of my hair brush but I thought this would be more exciting. After she had ranted and raved at me and gone, I started to think about what she had told me. Did she say the same things to dad? He did seem to be sort of avoiding me. Anyway a couple of days later I was having a difficult time staying asleep. My mind was working overtime and I was thinking about dad. I got up to get a glass of milk and passing the door to his bedroom I saw him jerking off. I ran to the peep hole and watched. It wasn't very exciting because he wasn't saying anything, just slowly stroking his cock. I was getting more excited imagining him putting that big hard cock in me than he seemed to be, as he slowly jerked off.

I only had a brief teddy on and my pussy was getting really sticky and I wanted to cum sooo bad but I kept watching. Finally I couldn't stand it any more and I went to the door of his bedroom. I quietly turned the knob and pushed it about three inches open. I could see him in the dim light. As he was on his bed jerking, I was standing outside the door, fingering myself. Then I started to cum. I lost my balance and fell against the door, tumbling into the room. 

There I was, my teddy up around my waist with my fingers buried deep in my cunt. He stopped and tried to pull the sheet up but it looked like a tent. He was so big that he couldn't hide anything. What flashed thru my mind was moms last words. "You're a whore and I want you to take care of your father. You can have him until I get back." For a long time neither of us knew what to say. The silence was deafening. I think I was the first to speak. "I'm sorry daddy. It's just not right though. I mean the way mom treats you. I know you do what you have to so... we all do. I get up tight too and ....well I have to calm myself down and I know you do too..... I understand."

I don't think he was quite believing what I was saying. And quite frankly he seemed embarrassed beyond belief. Still he said nothing. I pulled my teddy down and went and sat down next to him on the bed. I tried, oh god I did try, but I couldn't take my eyes off the outline of his erect cock outlined under the sheet. Trying to sound mature and very understanding, I rambled on.

"Mom talked to me before she left. She sort of was angry with me. She caught me doing myself and she got upset. Did she tell you about it?" He nodded yes, and I went on. "Well she called me some things that hurt real bad but maybe she was right. Maybe I am a whore. Maybe I think about things that I shouldn't. ........ Can I tell you something? He nodded yes and I went on. 

"Well, by accident, a long time ago, I saw you and her making love and I saw how she bossed you around and I saw how, in the end, she needed you. Well I can't ever forget that. Then when she came to my room the day she left, she told me to take care of you..... I think she meant it."

He looked puzzled and asked: "How? What did she say? What did she want you to do?"

I was getting a high on just thinking about what we were discussing and I became more daring. "She said that I should take care of you. She said that I should ...... I guess..... Take her place.?" He looked at me and a small grin crept over his face. "Your mother says a lot of things when she's upset. Don't believe most of it Kim. You know how she gets. I don't think that's what she meant. She probably meant do the wash and make dinner, things like that."

I had to get things back on track so I quickly changed the subject. "look dad, I'm a big girl and I can figure things out pretty good. I know she's cold and I know she has girlfriends that she does things with, but I don't want her to make you feel like your to blame for the way she is. If I sit here quiet and just watch, would you finish what you were doing? That would sort of restore my feeling of closeness. Will you please...... Please daddy, please?"

He shook his head, NO. I was devastated and my begging got more urgent. " I saw you and mom making love that time and it was beautiful. All I want to do is watch. I won't say anything..... Just watch." I pulled the sheet back and got my first close look at his cock. Now semi-erect he was still magnificent and I hesitated for a second as my hand began to reach out. He would have stopped me, so I paused and drew back. Again I pleaded.... "Please daddy. Just this one time. Let me watch.... Please? Mommy said it would be all right. I just want to watch, ok?"

He certainly wasn't enthusiastic but he did wrap his fingers around his cock and slowly bring it back to life. As I watched I became more agitated and fidgety. I had this urge to grab him and do what mom had done but I knew he would have stopped me, so I acted real ladylike and just put my hands in my lap. Within moments he was hard and his cock stood erect. I didn't realize it but my own hand had moved to my cunt and was now slowly massaging the puffy folds, and my swollen clit, while I watched him.

I listened as his curled fingers moved up and down the dry surface of his cock and my first instinct was to make it wet with my mouth but I just sat there and watched. Minutes passed but he just got harder. That's when a small droplet of clear fluid appeared at the head of his cock. It began to slowly run down the underside and now I could hear the soft squish, squish as his hand moved up and down the full length of his cock. He was becoming frustrated and I was getting closer and closer to making myself cum. I moved closer and continued to watch. Suddenly I couldn't stand it any more and I reached out and wrapped my hand around his balls and rolled them in my palm.

He didn't stop me, so maybe I was helping, and that made me even more daring. Another small droplet of pre cum appeared and now he was getting close but it wasn't ready to happen yet. Finally I leaned over and held his wrist firmly and took his hand away. I guess he was close and just didn't care anymore about stopping me. I replaced his hand with mine and put my mouth over the head of his cock and sucked it for a few seconds. Now the shaft was wet and my hand slid easily up and down. The pre cum mixed with my saliva made it slick and slippery and I started to jerk him faster. When I rubbed my curled fingers around the rim of his cocks head, he would begin to quake. So I kept doing it right up there. Suddenly he moaned and looked at me. "No Kim. No. I'm gonna cum. Baby stop it now. Don't do it any more honey. I'm gonna finish." 

I went faster and never took my eyes off his cock. I had his heavy balls in one hand and the head of his cock wrapped within the grasping fingers of my other hand. I whispered, Yes daddy I want to see it happen. I just want to watch it spurt out. Let it go....please. For me?" His balls seemed to pull away and nestle closer to his groin. Then I felt him twitch and I slowed my jerking down, almost stopping. 

Suddenly a long thick ribbon of whitish cum geysered up and splattered against my cheek. I was a little startled. I hadn't expected it to shoot so far, but the second spurt came right after that and then a third. I wanted to take it in my mouth but I guess I was too slow. Now the slippery gobs of cum sort of came out in continuous short bursts and ran over my hand and down the length of his pulsing cock. 

I suppose it was instinct. I had this sudden urge to let him finish in my mouth, so at the very end I put the head of his cock to my lips and sucked him in. I don't know what I expected. It was sort of stringy and not exactly what I had thought. A little salty but it was the slippery stringy feeling on my tongue that excited me most. I kept sucking almost as if his cock were a pacifier. And he stayed hard. 

He actually stayed just as hard as ever, even after he stopped spurting. I guess it felt good for him because he just stared up at the ceiling and let me suck on him. Finally he sort of rolled to the side and took some tissues from the nightstand and handed them to me. I paused. I knew he intended to wipe all the cum up but at the last moment I began to lap it up using my tongue. He moaned. "Noooo, no Kim, don't do that." Yet he held still as I continued to clean him up using my mouth.

I was sort of proud of what I'd done and since it was over, he couldn't stop me now. Then the thought struck me. I had watched as mom made him put his mouth to her pussy and I had the sudden impulse to ask him if he would do that with me. "Daddy? Would you make me cum with your mouth the way you did with mom? That would make me feel more....you know, kind of intimate and all and right now I feel sort of horny like." He stared at me as if trying to decide. I went on. "Well you just let me help you so could you sort of help me? Hunh?"

Before he could make an excuse not to, I crawled up next to him and took my teddy off. I don't know if mom shaves her cunt, but I do and I'm sort of proud of how nice and pink and tight my little slit is. I kind uh wiggled next to him when he decided to do it. He turned onto his side and surprised me by what he did next. It wasn't something he had done with mom so it was special. He kissed me on the lips then moved his mouth down and put one of my nipples in his mouth and sort of ran his tongue around and round it. Something was happening to me. My pussy began to sort of quiver and twitch. And I felt myself get real wet down there. When he moved on to my other breast I was going wild and then he put his hand over my pussy and I was a little upset over how wet I had gotten.




I Need My Daddy



He didn't seem to notice and began to smear my juices all over my cunt. Then his finger slid down between my slit and he touched my clit. I couldn't help myself. I began to hunch up against his hand and dig my nails into the back of his neck as I pressed my nipple harder against his mouth. I was so fucking close to cumming at that point I thought I would die. He felt me begin to shake and then took his mouth off my nipple and slid down so his head was between my thighs. I'm sort of flexible and I spread as wide as I could for him. First I felt his breath. Then his fingers spread me open and then his tongue was at the base of my cunt and he slowly wiggled it up until he was at the base of my clit. I felt his tongue make circles around it. Not yet touching it but just wiggling around and around it until I began to pant hard and squirm as he did things to my cunt with his tongue and fingers. I felt his finger gently slide into my hole and then he did capture my clit between his lips. Colors swirled in my mind and the feeling was ecstasy at it's best. I squealed aloud..... "Daddy! DADDY I'M GOING TO HAVE ONE. Daddy its coming..... It's going to be a big one daddy. Oh yeah, oh yes, yes, yes I am....I am. Do it more. I need it daddy make me do it again and again. I need it so bad."

I never came so hard in all my life and I never came so much in such a short time. It happened, and before I could catch my breath, it happened again. And again and again until I found myself thrashing around on the bed with my legs locked around his head and heard myself squealing for more, more. Finally I was exhausted and though I wanted more, I couldn't go on any longer. I collapsed. Daddy lifted up and his face was covered with my slippery juices and he had to use the tissues to wipe it off. Then he picked me up and carried me to my room and tucked me in. I fell asleep almost immediately.

For the next three weeks I would masturbate using my toys during the day waiting for him to come home, then after we ate, I would get undressed and parade around, teasing him until he would finally give in and we would go to his bedroom. Towards the end, I tried several times to get him to put it in and fuck me but he kept putting me off. I think that was the only time he really meant it when he said no. 

I hated it when mom got back and I think she knew what had happened but she never asked. About a week later mom and dad went to a party upstate and from what I could figure out, some woman came on to dad and mom had one of her temper tantrums and stormed out to the car and she and dad were killed when she missed a turn at nearly a hundred miles an hour. I could never forgive her. She murdered the greatest thing in my life. 

Seven months later I had graduated college and I found this job in town. I was the newest and probably the youngest in the department. I'd been working there for the past three weeks and was really enjoying it. My office was on the sixth floor and although I was supposed to be at work at nine, I was now arriving at eight thirty. Mostly because of this man who always came to work at that time. He worked on the eighth floor and I was fascinated with him so I would wait until he came in and ride the elevator up with him. He worked for some company on eight but I always got off on six.

Oh I wasn't the only one. I mean there were three or four other girls who would sort of wait for him to come in just so they could spend those two minutes with him. Two of them worked in my department but I don't really know where the others worked, probably on one of the upper floors. Anyway I was sort of shy for a while but we would smile and sort of play a game of "Good Morning, How are you today." The other women were a bit further into it and would start up a little conversation and he always politely would chat until they got off. 

My two coworkers knew his name but I wasn't brave enough to use it and it even took me a few weeks to question them about the our mystery man. Only a few men I have ever met really interested me. Oh actually only one so far, and that was my father. Then one morning I was sent out on an errand and I met him going down in the elevator. I finally got up the courage to start chatting. It ended up by my asking him if he knew of any good place to eat in the area. He actually walked with me to where it was and we had coffee. The next day I stopped in for lunch and he was there sitting at the counter. I waited until the man next to him got up and left before I took the stool next to him. Again we chatted but now we were exchanging more intimate information with each other.

He was married, but separated. He and his wife just couldn't get along. I told him about my family. Well most everything. I told him about daddy but not about what we would do for each other. Just that I loved him and missed him. Soon it was sort of a ritual to have lunch together, then one day he told me he had to go out of town on business. That was the first time I realize how much I liked him. He returned several days later and I was so glad to see him that I threw my arms around him and gave him a kiss. From that point on, we would hold hands and just sort of confide in each other. Finally I asked him the question that had been going around in my mind. Ever since Dad and I had masturbated each other, I was fascinated with the subject and I simply had to ask him how he handled being without a women. He smiled before answering.

"You tell me how you manage it and I'll tell you about me." I fumbled but let myself swallow my pride and I told him about my toys and how I used them almost every morning and night. He confessed that he and his wife did get together maybe once or twice a month but the rest of the time he jerked off when he needed to. Not nearly as much as I did. Maybe two or three times a week, not twice a day like I needed to do it. About that time I began calling him "Daddy." I figured he was about the same age as my father was, so it was sort of a natural thing for me to do, but it was always a reminder of our age difference. 

I was the first to ask him out. It was just a movie but it was a start. Since I now was living alone in my parents house it was logical that I invite him in for a drink when he dropped me off. That night I almost lost control. I couldn't stop staring at his crotch and wondering how big he was and if he would get as hard as dad did. From that point on I began thinking about him each time I fucked myself to sleep at night and I had this craving to go to bed with him. 

The next date we had was a dinner at a rather upscale restaurant and it was the first opportunity for me to really dress up. But not exactly as a proper lady should. I have rather perky firm breasts so a bra wasn't a required item. Neither were my panties. My skirt was slinky and slit up the side and my white silk blouse was a bit too small but that was to my advantage. But...... The silk kept shifting across my nipples each time my arms moved and they were constantly being excited. I got so fucking horny that I was ready to climb all over him if I could get him interested in me.

Dinner that night was fantastic. We both had a wee bit too much to drink and we actually dared to do more than just hold hands. I began by putting my hand on his thigh and sliding my hand up to his groin. He was getting hard and I could feel about how thick he was. He held sort of still as if he wanted to do something but didn't dare. 

So I took his hand and put it on my thigh. He held it there but didn't move it. Now frustrated, I took his hand and slid it up under my skirt and spread my legs slightly so he could feel my pussy's wet crack. Now he did respond. I felt his fingers begin to uncurl and then move more intimately between my puffy labia. I couldn't stand it any longer and staring at him, I whispered. "I want you daddy. Take me home. Please?" He paid up and drove me home. He hesitated at the door and I panicked. "Come on in and I'll make us a couple of drinks and get comfortable." He was like a little puppy dog. Afraid of his surroundings and I think he must have misunderstood me when I told him I wanted him. I was becoming more brazen and patted him on the ass as I passed him on the way to the bar. 

I made two drinks and we stood there like two school kids just staring at each other, both wondering who was going to make the first move. I did. I took his jacket off, undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Pulling it out of his pants I tossed it aside. He had a bare chest but it was beautifully sculpted, just like dads had been. Quickly excusing myself I went to my bedroom and stripped down. Then returning to the living room I gave him a little show. Just like I had done for dad when I wanted to get him primed. 

It worked. Looking down at his crotch, his cock was trying to burst out. I grinned and whispered...."Poor thing wants to get out. Want me to set him free?" Before he could answer, I was all over him. His belt was opened and his fly unzipped. I tugged his slacks down and he stepped out of his shoes and sox. Now I stepped back and admired the most beautiful cock I had ever seen or even imagine existed. He was even bigger than daddy had been, and just as hard. Maybe I was going too fast for him but I was getting frantic. Then I did what I had learned to do for daddy. I fell to my knees and wrapped my hands around his waist, grabbed his buns, and thrust that fat cock as far down my throat as I could.

Technically I was still a virgin. Dad and I had never actually fucked. He wouldn't take that last step but with my new daddy I was damn well going to go all the way. When he began to tremble and started to thrust slightly I let his cock slip out of my mouth and taking his hand, led him to the master bedroom. The one in which I had my first real sexual experience in. It was déjà vu and I relived it all over again. 

Being a bit bossy, I told him to just lay back and let me suck and jerk his cock. He was cut, just like dad had been but when I put my lips over his cock he began to ooze pre-cum and mixed with my saliva. My hand slide up and down the full length of his hard shaft as if it were oiled. He liked the same things dad had. When I rolled his balls gently in my palm and bobbed my head up and down as I sucked really hard, he began to breath harder and made these little moaning noises. Then I twisted around and straddled his body. Keeping his cock in my mouth, I lowered my cunt to his mouth and just let things happen. 

Maybe he was even a bit better than dad had been. I felt his fingers spread my swollen labia apart and then his tongue began to move in long sweeps from my little star right up to my clit. I almost bit down on his cock. I was going to cum and it was happening so fast that I couldn't cry out. All I could do was let the sensations overpower me and I managed to gasp, "Your good.... Your Amazing. Oh dear god it feels so good. Just like that.... Yeah, There, right there daddy. 

I came so hard I think he must have nearly drowned in my dripping juices. He just kept doing that sweeping thing with his tongue and sometimes pausing, he would roll his tong up and work in in and out of my cunt.. I abandoned his cock and just lay my cheek on the top of his thigh and lapped at his balls and the base of his cock. When he inserted his fingers deep inside and began kissing my clit I was lost. Over and over I came in his mouth and finally I had to stop him. He was killing me. I was cumming continuously and I couldn't catch my breath. 

I drew my knees up so I was kneeling and I rocked forward, lifting my pussy off his mouth. Now I was going to have what daddy wouldn't give me. My new daddy was going to fuck me and I was going to know what it felt like. He was going to be my first and suddenly I was afraid. 

I had heard mom screaming at dad to go slow. She kept moaning and telling him that he was too hard. And the cock that was inches below my mouth right now was even bigger than I remember dad being. Untangling our bodies I straddled his hips and reaching between my thighs lifted his cock up and began to massage the valley between my hot folds with its head.

Unlike dad, he didn't fight me, and I did that until I couldn't stand it any more. Each time I move it along my inner membranes, the head of his cock would stroke my clit and I was driving myself crazy. Now I rocked forward and positioned the head of his shaft at the very portal of my vagina and very gently and tentatively, began to lower myself. He was big. He was stretching me open and the head of his cock was churning something up deep inside me. I kept lifting and slowly lowering myself. Lubricating his cock with my pussy juices and still I kept lifting and squatting down lower.

Finally I felt the cheeks of my ass resting on his thighs and his balls pressing on that short space between my cunt and my asshole. I took a deep breath and leaning forward, put my palms on his chest and began to rock back and forth. Sometimes twisting my hips and sometimes stirring my cunt as if I were playing with one of those hula hoops. It felt fantastic and soon I was confident enough to start lifting up high, almost letting his cock slip out before dropping hard back down onto his thighs. I began panting and the feeling got more and more intense. I was in control and the way I was leaning over his chest, I kept his cock stroking my "G" spot with each thrust. It was fantastic and I could feel myself starting up. 

"Oh my god, it feels so fucking good daddy. Just let me do it. I'm almost there. I'll tell ya when. Oh baby this is amazing the way it feels. It's getting close now! Daddy, OH.....DADDY I'M CUMMING! Help me. Fuck me harder. Harder daddy harder and ........... Oh yeah Oh yessssss, I'm cumming daddy. Keep pounding your cock in fast like that. Oh yeah....your good. It's so good this way.

He must have thought I was crazy, but at that point I didn't really care. The feeling of his stiff cock opening and closing my cunt each time he drove in, sent waves of erotic sensations rushing thru my pussy and the friction of his cock stroking my clit was making me ecstatic. But like daddy had been, he was slow to cum and just like mom I finished before him. I was desperate to have him finish and I guess I though that that way he would always want me, so I lifted off him and knelt next to him. At that point I was shaking so hard that my knees were weak. I waited while he moved up behind me and I felt his cock glide into my cunt. God he felt good. I really didn't expect to cum again but then that feeling of urgency began and I knew It was going to happen again.

As he plunged his cock in and out I began to cum all over again and suddenly I was afraid he might stop or finish. I had to keep him going. I had to feel it happen again, and I began rocking my ass backward taking him in deeper. The soft slapping pat, pat, pat sound as his thighs slammed against the cheeks of my ass was adding to my frenzy. As if perfectly planned, he began to speed up..... His thrusts became more urgent and I felt it coming. "DADDY...... DADDY IT'S COMING NOW! POUND ME. HARDER......HARDER DADDY, HARDER! Oh yeah, oh yeah baby now give me some hot cum. Oh god your good. Your amazing. Fill me up with your cum daddy. Fill me up!"

I had finished again and yet he went on and on. When he pulled out I thought he was going to stop. So I rolled over and lay on my back, my legs extended but he straddled my left leg and lifting my right leg he put it on his shoulder. Then he plunged his shaft deep in my throbbing pussy and began fucking me like a machine. I couldn't believe how fast he could move. Then it began again. That feeling that was becoming so familiar. I didn't think I could do it again but yet it was coming on again. This time it was building up slowly yet inevitably, and it was going to be strong and intense. He must have sensed it because his tempo quickened even more and he began to sort of huff and puff as he worked his cock in and out. 

When I begged him to finish me, he joined in. My breasts were bouncing all over and I captured the nipple of my left breast and pinched hard. That sent me over the top and I screamed to him. "Fuck... Oh fuck.... It feels so good. Yes, yes, yes, gonna cum...... cum..... Cumming. Now, Oh god daddy feed it to me. Spurt.... Fill me with it. Cum in me. Oh shit here it goes again. Shoot in me hard. Yeah like that! Just like that. Harder, harder baby. Cream in me now!" 

I think I passed out for a second or two but now I was on my back. My legs were folded over his shoulders and he was lapping at my cunt. Putting my hand down to touch my clit, my fingers came up coated with cum. Was it his? Ours? I had no Idea but he was lapping it up and I was ecstatic. I had never felt like this before. So completely satisfied, and soon I was nestled in his arms and he leaned over and kissed me. The taste of our mix on his lips was surreal. He was my lover and I wasn't going to lose my daddy again. Never.



I Need the Money



"Yes she is asking for more money again". My wife's best friend has a sorry ass husband that never worked and so that meant his wife, Tina was constantly asking her friends for money to pay her bills. Tina was always asking my wife because they had always been friends ever since grade school. Now they were both in their late 40's and Tina knew that my wife would always give her the money when she asked for it, but would seldom pay it back when promised. Lately she has not paid back any money she has borrowed.

This time I was going to put a stop to Tina taking advantage of my wife. "Tell her that you do not take care of the bills anymore. Tell her that she will have to come ask me if she wants the money" I told my wife.

The next day while I was at work my phone rang and it was Tina, 

"Hello" she whispered through the phone. 

"Hi Tina, watcha doing" I said. 

" I need to ask you a favor." Tina said very quietly.

"Sure, ask away." I said.

"I need to borrow $200 dollars by the end of today." Tina squeaked.

I paused before answering her "Come by my office in an hour and lets see what we can work out." I said.

An hour later Tina opened the door and came into my office and when I look up at her I realized how much she had let herself go. She had always been very pretty and on the heavy side but now she had her hair pulled back in a long pony tail and she was very large in her hips and legs. She had on a blouse that was one size to small and a pair of scrubs that you could almost see through. Her panty lines could not be mistaken, they were granny panties. 

"So you need more money again Tina?" I asked her.

"Yes"

"What happened to you paying back the loan from last week?"

"I promise that I will pay back both this week and last week."

I looked at her for a long time before speaking "Tina you have lost all sense of humility. When will you ever be to ashamed to ask your friends for money knowing that you will not pay them back?"

Tina shrugged her shoulders and said "Please I really need the money."

"What if I told you that I will give you the money this week and you will not have to pay it or the last loan back?"

"What do I have to do?" she asked quietly.

"Learn some humility" I said. "Well do you want the money or not?"

" I guess so." Tina said.

"Okay come over to my desk and lean over it"

After she had leaned over my desk I unbuckled my belt and raised it over my head and then brought it down squarely on her big fat ass. 

'Oh fuck!" she cried out. 

"What are you doing" She screamed at me.

I looked at her and said, " If you want the money get your ass looking back at me and shut your fucking mouth."

She leaned back over the desk and I again brought my belt over her ass with a crack. I continued pelting her ass with my belt until she was crying and had tears dropping from her face. 

I asked her if she felt bad about asking her friends for money. "Yes." She sniffled. 

I tossed her a hundred dollar bill and told her to get out of my fucking office. 

"But I said I needed 200 dollars." She said.

"Come back in an hour and I will give you the rest."

An hour later Tina was back at my office door. "Come in Tina." I said.

" Do you want the other hundred?" I asked her

"I think I earned it." She hissed at me. 

I glared at her and told her she had not earned anything yet. "Get the fuck back over my desk."

She walked back over to my desk and lean onto the desk exposing her ass to me. "Pull your fucking pants down." I said. 

" I will not let you fuck me" she said.

" Keep your fucking panties on. I do not want to see your fat ass." I said to her. "Now drop your fucking pants I said."

She reached behind her and slowly started wiggling her pants over her ass and was finally able to get them down to her thighs and to the floor.

" Reach back and pull your panties tight across your ass." I said to her.

She grabbed both sides of your panties and pulled as hard as she could.

I then raised my hand and brought it down on her already sore ass cheeks. After bringing my palm down on her ass several times I felt my cock start to stir. I was surprised as I had not wanted to fuck this fat whore. After a few more slaps my cock was rock hard. I then grabbed her panties and pulled them as hard as I could. The panties ripped exposing her bright red ass cheeks. I grabbed some lotion that was always on my desk and spread some across her red ass cheeks and started rubbing it into her ass. My hand started running up her crack and at first Tina kept her legs tight. After several times of rubbing up her ass her legs began to open exposing her brown asshole. Her asshole was surrounded by a small amount of hair. I poured more lotion right on her asshole and started sliding my fingers over the brown hole, slowly dipping my finger into her asshole as I slide over it. Each time slide over her asshole I went deeper until I finally had my middle finger completely stuck inside of her asshole. 

As I started running my finger in and out of Tina's asshole she began to start moaning. 

"You have no shame do you bitch?" I said as I stuck two fingers up inside of her as hard as I could.

She did not answer me but instead stuck her arms straight out in front of her on my desk and pushed her fat ass back onto my hand as I continued to ream her out with my fingers. 

I squirted more lotion on her ass as I continued my assault on her asshole. I could smell her excitement as her pussy started to leak down her thighs. I shoved another finger inside of her ass and pulled up on her as hard as I could. Tina was now standing on her tip toes with her big ass sticking straight up in the air. 

"Oh fuck!" she continued moaning. 

After what seems to be a long time of me squeezing my fingers up her ass she began to shake and her moaning got louder. 

"Faster!" she screamed at me.

I raised my other hand and brought it down as hard as I could onto her ass cheek.

"Stop fucking begging me you filthy cunt! I will do what I want." I yelled at her.

Tina continued shaking and started to cum as I kept drilling three fingers up into her asshole.

"I am going to cum!" she screamed.

Tina's body suddenly stiffened as she started to cum. I could smell the stench of her asshole as well as the smell of her pussy as she started to cum and her pussy leaked down her thighs and onto her entire leg. 

I pulled my fingers out of her ass after she had stop coming and picked up her torn panties and handed it to Tina. 

"Clean my fingers with these." I told her.

She began to wipe the lotion and ass juice from my hand and fingers and I saw a tear start to form in her eye.

"Don't start fucking crying, you had options and you chose to come to me."

Tina just lowered her eyes and spoke very softly, "Can I have the other hundred dollars now?"

I reached into my pocket and tossed a hundred onto the floor as I told her, "If you need more come see me and not my wife. Now get the fuck out of my office."

As Tina closed the door I sat down behind my desk and unzipped my pants freeing my hard cock. I closed my eyes and started to stroke my dick knowing that I would cum soon.



I Need To Be In Love



Lyn looked away from the sick green background of the computer monitor. Still, she could sense the face in the screen looking back at her; mocking her. It scorned her for turning 45, for staying married to a man she didn’t love, and for having a job she couldn’t stand.

The woman swiveled in her chair and was confronted by windows that reflected her short legs, lifeless hair and insignificant body. Had a more nondescript female ever been born?

She stood and detected a movement in the window. A man was walking past; a tall, younger man with a sure stride. She watched his reflection. It looked like Paul. But, of course, it couldn’t be Paul. Paul walked out of her life twenty years ago.

Or had he? Every young man with dark hair was Paul--the same man Lyn had met in the remote motel room when she was in her mid twenties in order to consummate their physical attraction towards each other. The same man who couldn’t complete the act.

He had blamed it on guilt. She suspected it was her undistinguished techniques. Both were half right. There were tears and embarrassment and anguish. No words were ever spoken.

Lyn’s life would be incomplete if she didn’t erase that awful fifteen minutes from two decades ago. But, of course, it would never be erased from her memory. She needed to erase its very existence by completing the act.

An old Carpenters song entered her mind:

 The hardest thing I've ever done is keep believing
There's someone in this crazy world for me.

Yeah, right. A married, middle-aged woman who looks more like Jim Carey than Mariah Carey. Lyn no more expected to be loved again than she expected to win the lottery.

She smoothed out her skirt and headed for the break room. She needed coffee.

The reality was this: Lyn was not an unappealing woman. Her short brunette hair was neatly cut and curled at the base of her neck. She had penetrating dark eyes and lips that begged to be kissed. Her figure was more than respectable, including shapely legs that lacked only the exaggerated length she was used to seeing on magazine covers.

In fact, when walking the local nature trail in the summer with shorts and a tank top on she was almost sexy. Almost.

Lyn’s biggest problem was Lyn. Her faith in relationships…and herself…walked out the door with Paul. She saw no need to make herself appealing.

The way that people come and go through temporary lives
My chance could come and I might never know.

On the opposite side of the office, Terry watched her enter the break room. He watched her ass sway under the skirt before Lyn disappeared around the corner.

Terry was a thirty-year-old accountant who would probably never rise above the supervisory level…and would be satisfied with that. Terry struggled through school. He struggled on dates. He would struggle through a career and retire.

“Go. Before she comes back out.”

The voice behind him was firm and sure. He turned to look at Sue, giving her the usual contemptuous sneer he gave her when he felt she was being a little too intrusive.

But she was right. He grabbed his coffee cup and headed quickly for the break room. He would deal with the cute, young meddler when he got back.

Lyn was seated at the undersized, square table in the middle of the room when Terry entered. They exchanged friendly greetings as Terry walked to the coffee maker. He added sugar to the cup and turned towards Lyn. Her legs were crossed under the table, exposing a good portion of her stocking covered thighs.

“Mind if I sit down?” the man asked.

“Of course not. How’s your day been, Terry?”

He lied. “Pretty good. How about you?”

The lying continued. “Good. We haven’t been real busy.” At least the latter statement was true.

“Us either,” Terry admitted. They paused to drink.

Lyn had always liked Terry and enjoyed watching him around Sue, the young addition to the accounting department. Sue was infinitely more outgoing than Terry and seemed to enjoy goading him into dating her girlfriends or other single women in the office. If Lyn was younger…and single…and prettier; well, she wasn’t any of those. But he WAS cute, she admitted.

“You look very nice today. Going somewhere after work?” Terry asked.

Lyn had to gather herself after the unaccustomed compliment.

“No. Not at all. And thank you.” She smiled at him sheepishly, nervously rearranging her legs under the table.

She felt the urge to change the topic. “So, how’s Sue been doing?”

“Oh, great,” Terry said cheerfully. “She’s gonna be great to have around.” He glanced at the door to make sure she hadn’t followed him. “She’s a lot of fun, but knows her stuff, too.”

“Still trying to set you up with dates?” Lyn asked.

“Of course.”

Lyn tried to put on her most innocent look. “Any luck?”

Terry laughed. “Hardly.”

Lyn was about to continue her questioning, but Terry added, “She has a lot of twenty-year-old friends.”

“So?” Lyn’s eyes widened.

“So, I’m beyond that. I want…, well, not want exactly…I like women older than that,” he finally managed to say.

“How old?” Lyn was getting into this now, enjoying the young man’s apparent discomfort.

Terry eyed her carefully. “I think a woman ten or fifteen years older than me would be interesting.”

“Interesting?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Could teach me something.”

Lyn drank some more coffee and thought for a second. Where could she take this? Did she want to?

“Maybe an older woman would know better than to try to teach a young guy like you anything,” Lyn finally said.

“I hope not. Anyone who thinks I’ve done it all is in for a shock.”

Lyn couldn’t help but laugh at that one. She could see the insecurity on his face and decided to help him out.

“Ah, c’mon Terry. You’re a good-looking young man. Most older women would be very intimidated by you.”

Terry had walked, or been pushed, into the room as the “aggressor” and felt strangely defensively now.

“Intimidated? I doubt that. Would you?”

Lyn was afraid that was coming. She felt unsettled just sitting with him in the break room. Being alone with him would surely cause her to crumble.

“Uh, well, I think my days of thinking about young men are about over,” she said.

He stared at her intensely. “The question was: Would you be intimidated by a younger man? I think you said a good-looking younger man.” A small grin crossed his face.

It was Lyn’s turn to wonder how the conversation had made the sudden detour.

“Every woman has fantasies.” Lyn let the statement hang in the air like a cloud. She would have given anything for someone to enter the room and relieve the man of having to say anything.

Lyn looked into Terry’s brown eyes. Her body froze. Paul’s eyes were looking deep inside her. She was no longer in the room with a young accountant. Lyn and Paul were naked in a motel room. Her mouth was around his cock, feeling it grow. Then he was on top of her and inside of her.

Then…it was over. Without anything happening.

Lyn had given Paul lots of freedom. She never asked him to leave his wife for her. She always thought her actions alone could convince him what was right for them. Eventually, he said “goodbye” by walking out the door without saying a word. So much for freedom.

“Tell me your fantasies.”

Jesus. Terry blinked as he asked the question and Lyn was thrown out of the eyes she had fallen into.

“What?” Lyn could barely speak.

“Tell me your fantasies,” he repeated nonchalantly.

The woman desperately wanted to. She felt a compelling urge to. She opened her mouth…and the two were joined by a pair of coworkers arguing over the qualifications of competing Star Search contestants.

Lyn and Terry looked at each other in silence. Lyn rose from her seat.

“I have to get back. I’ll talk to you later, OK?” Lyn said.

If it was meant to be an invitation to continue the discussion, Terry accepted. “Sure.”

The man was left sitting alone, his heart racing. Lyn walked briskly back to her desk and threw herself into her chair. She scolded herself for even thinking about answering that asinine question. Yet, she knew she would. Eventually.

Terry rounded the corner of his cubicle and caught the upper half of Sue’s face looking over the wall.

“Shut up,” Terry blurted.

“What?” Sue used her most innocent of all voices. Terry couldn’t see her mouth, but he could tell from her eyes she was smiling.

The girl continued. “You two are going to hook up. I just know it.”

“She’s not my type,” said Terry.

“Bull. You want her.”

“Don’t you have work to do?” Terry asked.

The blonde head disappeared to the sound of giggles.

Lyn spent considerable time that night laying in bed thinking. She thought about Terry and his question…and her answers. She asked herself if she found him attractive. The answer was yes. She wondered how he’d be in bed. There was no answer to that one. Just fantasies.

Then she thought about her and Paul. Was she ready for something like that again?

The next day Lyn was back in the office, staring at her computer screen and watching people in the windows. Life went on.

Late in the afternoon she headed for the large, secluded room that housed the Xerox machine. Her print job was mammoth and, of course, the machine was being uncooperative. Not paying attention to the clock, she found herself watching the machine spit out pages well after the normal closing time.

Her mind was lost in the drone of the Xerox.

“Tell me your fantasies.”

The voice was real. And close. Lyn turned her head and saw Terry. He stood directly behind her, inches away.

“Oh. Hi,” the woman exclaimed. Her voice shook from the scare he had given her. Then she grasped the words that he had spoken.

For all her preparation since he first asked her for this information, she was unable to reply.

Terry placed his hands on her hips, looking down at the sheer white blouse and the black skirt. “You do have fantasies, don’t you?”

She could have screamed, or slapped him, or walked away. Instead, she continued watching the copier.

“I have fantasies of someone loving me very much,” she said quietly.

“And making love to you to prove it?”

“Yes.” She almost sighed the words.

Terry’s hands moved down the skirt. Just above the knees he reached the hem. His fingers slipped inside and touched her legs.

“Could this be a younger man? A younger man that needed to be taught some things by a wonderful, more experienced woman?”

Lyn smiled nervously. “You mean an older woman?”

“Well…,” Terry smiled with her. His hands moved up the inside of her skirt, feeling the hose on her smooth thighs. “I think I answered that yesterday. Today, we want to know what YOU want.”

Lyn thoroughly enjoyed playing word and mind games with this man. Could she do more?

“I’ve got everything I want.” Lyn tried to sound convincing, but even she didn’t believe the words.

“Hell. I don’t think so,” Terry answered firmly. “When was the last time you begged to have sex a second time with someone because you loved them that much and they were that good?”

“Terry!” Lyn said. She cried out not because she was offended by the question, but because a woman her age was SUPPOSED to be offended by the question. In this case, the pair of hands rising slowly up her legs, getting closer and closer to her moist cunt, prevailed.

She said, “Never.”

“I thought so. You have fantasies about a man you love making you cum until you scream for more.” Terry’s hands reached the top of her legs just as the words were spoken. His fingers felt her warmth through the pantyhose and panties.

Lyn broke the ensuing silence. “We’re in a room and we’re naked. He’s on top of me, licking and sucking my breasts while I stroke him. Finally, he enters me and I feel completely filled.”

Lyn stopped. A hand was rubbing her pussy and she scarcely noticed.

Her voice trembled. “He’s SO hard and long. I play with myself as he enters me again and again.”

Terry’s hand found her clit and rubbed it hard.

“I hear him groan and then I feel him…I feel him cum inside me. He’s pushing harder and faster. I come, too. It’s better than anything I’ve ever felt.”

Terry moved his hand inside her pantyhose, inside her panties and down to her pussy. He rubbed her clit some more before inserting a finger into her dripping cunt. Lyn put her hands on the copier and felt Terry’s hard cock press against her ass.

Tears rolled down her face. She wants to cum, but she can’t. Not this time.

“Terry?” Lyn asked.

The man withdrew his hand slowly. “Yes?”

She paused. “Will you meet me here tomorrow after work?”

“Of course I will,” he said with reassurance.

“And will you make love to me?”

Terry used his hands to turn the woman around.

“Until you beg for more,” he said. His mouth closed around hers and they kissed passionately. Afterwards, Terry wiped the last of the teardrops from Lyn’s face.

“Now help me carry this back to my desk,” Lyn said as she turned back to the machine. She needed to get away from him. Until tomorrow.

Driving home, Lyn considered her options. Call in sick; tell Terry she’d made a mistake; or, wear her shortest skirt and thong panties. Why couldn’t things ever go right for her? Why couldn’t this be her husband expressing this much interest in her?

Lyn showed up the next morning in a short skirt and sleeveless silk blouse. By mid-afternoon she had received a half dozen compliments. She and Terry crossed paths a couple times during the day, but they didn’t talk.

Terry spent much of the day watching the clock. Sue invited him to lunch, which he accepted. This had the usual effect of making him horny, or in today’s case, hornier. For once, his mind was on something other than Sue’s perfect little body while they were together. By the end of the lunch hour he was beginning to prefer Lyn’s understated calmness. Maturity, he guessed, was a better word.

Between five and five-thirty the offices began to empty. Lights were switched off randomly throughout the floor--until Terry sat alone in his department and a glow radiated from the Xerox room.

The sound of the machine could faintly be heard. Not a soul was in sight. Terry stood from his chair and took a deep breath. The throbbing between his legs had already started.

This time, Lyn saw the young man as he stood at the door. She removed a batch of copies and let the machine continue. Then she looked at him once more and smiled.

“Nice outfit,” Terry said, taking a couple steps inside the room.

Lyn blushed. “Thanks. It’s not my…uh, usual attire.”

“Special occasion?”

Lyn watched him step closer, within an arm’s length. He was very good-looking, she determined. Or was this an attempt to justify things? She knew, now, that her desire was indisputable.

“Yeah. Kind of.”

Terry put his hand on the back of her neck, under her hair. Then he ran his fingers along her shoulder to the top of her arm, the skin exposed by the sleeveless blouse. They stood facing each other. Their eyes locked.

The man lightly placed his hands on her waist and lifted her. Lyn’s eyes widened and she reached with her hands for the top of the copier. Just that quickly, she was on the machine.

She exhaled a nervous giggle, feeling the excitement flow through her body. Lyn watched as Terry turned and closed the door to the room, pushing in the lock on the handle at the same time.

Returning to the copier and Lyn, Terry slid his hands down her bare legs and slipped off her shoes, letting them fall to the floor. He pushed them aside with his own shoes and looked back at the legs dangling in front of him.

Terry’s hands touched the outside of Lyn’s knees, moving up until vanishing under her skirt. At first he suspected her of wearing no panties. His hands reached her waist before feeling the thin material of her thong.

By now, the little skirt was pushed up so that it barely covered her pussy. Lyn felt Terry’s fingers wrap around the thong and begin to pull. She lifted herself off the copier and the panties appeared from under the skirt.

He slid them down her legs and deposited them with her shoes. She wondered if he could see her shaking, because her entire body felt as if it were trembling. Lyn prayed she wouldn’t have to unbutton her blouse. She had a compelling urge to simply watch him take her.

For once, her prayers were answered. With her legs separated slightly, Terry moved forward and stood between them. Starting at the top, he worked his way down her blouse, opening it with ease. When he pulled it out of her skirt and undid the last button, it lay open, revealing a small, black bra.

The man’s hands were inside the blouse quickly. He felt the outside of her breasts, then moved his fingers to the nipples, which protruded under the soft material of the bra. Terry was pleased to see the front-opening clasp and unfastened it.

The bra opened, but lay across the bulk of the breasts, held in place partly by the erect nipples. Terry’s fingers released the bra and pushed it aside.

Lyn’s breasts were not the largest, not the fullest, not the firmest Terry had ever seen. But they were enticing and his hands felt their softness. It didn’t take long for his mouth to replace his hands. He licked and sucked until Lyn thought her nipples would explode. She felt the wetness between her legs increase and wished she could touch herself.

Lyn’s hand, instead, reached for and found Terry’s erection. Even through his pants she could feel the bulk of his cock. That caused the man to increase his attack on her breasts while, at the same time, lifting her skirt from under her ass.

Without saying a word, Terry unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper and let his pants fall to the floor in a heap. The bulge in his boxers excited Lyn. It was only a few seconds later that Terry had the cock out and the boxers at his feet.

Lyn wanted to put the large cock in her mouth, but she suspected that Terry had other plans for it. Her assumption proved correct when he put his hands at the base of her back and pulled her forward. She placed her hands behind her to steady herself and watched as the young man raised her skirt to her waist.

Her pussy waited anxiously for his touch. Lyn spread her legs wider apart and Terry inched forward. When his cock was within reach of her cunt, he put his hands under Lyn’s ass and raised her off the copier.

Terry’s cock twitched with anticipation. It pointed up to the ceiling, well above Lyn’s cunt.

“Put me inside you,” Terry said to Lyn.

She didn’t hesitate. Her hand eagerly touched him and positioned the cock at the entrance to her cunt. He lifted and pulled her toward him simultaneously. The tip of the cock disappeared inside Lyn.

A quick thrust and he was half inserted. Lyn moaned and rested her hands on the top of the copier once more. Another push and he was in deep enough to feel her thighs hit his legs.

Now he put the woman back down on the machine and leaned into her. Lyn leaned back.

“Relax and let me make you cum,” Terry said in a low voice.

Neither relaxing nor cumming seemed likely to Lyn. Her mind raced with memories and mixed feelings. It wasn’t until Terry began fucking her in earnest that she put herself back into the present.

Terry was driving into her with increased force. The sound of their skin hitting against each other could be heard above the whir of the copier. Occasional grunts and groans came from both participants.

Lyn thought back again. Would he slowly soften and fall from her, unfulfilled?

If she had let her mind concentrate on reality, she would have realized that this man was by no means dysfunctional. As Terry watched the woman’s breasts bounce with his thrusts, he came closer and closer to an orgasm. He lifted her by the ass again and found a better angle to enter her. Lyn cried out with pleasure as the hard cock slid across the inside of her vagina.




I Need To Be In Love



The possibility of cumming—in this room on a copier—finally struck Lyn. She managed to put one hand on her clit and the ecstasy she felt was beyond words. The woman tilted her head back and felt the trembling in her body that always preceded an orgasm.

Terry sensed what Lyn was feeling and it drove him closer. A sudden squeezing of her cunt around his cock was all he needed.

“Yes. Lyn. Yes,” he moaned.

Before she could answer or he could say any more, the first spurt of warm cum flew from his cock. Then another as he rammed into her and held her tight against him. Terry closed her eyes and felt the throbbing cock twitch. He pulled back and jammed into her once more. Another load of cum.

Lyn’s finger worked frantically on her clit. The intensity of her orgasm was extreme from the very start. She raised her hips higher off the machine and begged Terry to fuck her harder. Faster.

She grabbed his arms and held on as their bodies crashed together. Terry’s orgasm was ending as Lyn’s went on and on. He was enjoying the ride she was giving him immensely, and maintained an erection beyond his normal capacity.

When she was spent, she fell back against the top of the copier and wrapped her legs around the man’s waist. Her own moisture and Terry’s cum leaked from her cunt and was thick on his cock, which now lay against the inside of her thigh.

Twenty years. She had waited a lifetime for this.

Lyn lay in her bed, her husband at her side asleep. She looked at the clock.

So here I am with pockets full of good intentions,
But none of them will comfort me tonight.
I'm wide-awake at 4 a.m. without a friend in sight.
I'm hanging on a hope, but I'm all right.



I Need To Be Used



Use me however you would like. I'm your cum slut.

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I Need To Be Used Like a Whore



I awoke in the middle of the night to a stirring inside me. It was building up, and my pussy began to get very moist, and glistened with my juices. All I want was is to have my pussy used, and fucked, like the true whore I know I am. 

Let me tell you a little about myself. I am a BBW, and I stand 5'2, 200lbs., with brown hair and eyes. I have a 38D chest, and a completely shaved pussy, and a big fat ass, that loves to be spanked. 

I have been waking up like this in the middle of the night for two months now. I can't explain it. I feel the need to be used, and used rough and nasty. My hand goes straight to my pussy every time I think about it. Sometimes I imagine I am being used by a group of men, or women, and my pussy gets dripping wet. I realize that the only thing that will let me sleep is to get fucked and used the way I need, but first I needed to get back to sleep. I played with my clit, and fingered my cunt until I came, and then drifted off to sleep, thinking about my need to be used, and how to make it happen.

After work the next day, I signed onto my comp, and put some personal ads on adult sex sites. I wasn't even sure if I would get up the nerve to meet anyone, but I wanted to see if there was anyone out there that enjoyed using a BBW slut. 

I couldn't believe how many emails I got in response to my ad. It was amazing! I answered every one, and as I did my pussy began to get very wet, and I started playing with my clit with one hand, and typing responses with the other. My responses began to get more and more heated as I went on. By the last one I was practically begging to be used, fortunately the recipient, was a horny old man. Older men is another weakness I have. I love the Daddy/Daughter roleplay, it's very hot.

His response came almost immediately. My heart was pounding as I opened the email. He went on to tell me how he loved BBW sluts, and he would use me real good. Of course I was rubbing my clit as I read through the email. His picture was at the bottom of the email, along with his phone number. He looked to be about 65 years old, a bit overweight, and a big nose. He wasn't good looking by any means, but looking at his picture, all I could think about was him using me. Forcing me to suck his cock, and spank me, the chills ran through me as I imagined it. 

The back and forth emails went on for about an hour, and then he wrote that he wanted to talk on the phone, and gave his number. I told him I was shy, and would have no idea what to say. He told me to just answer his questions and everything will be fine. "How hard could that be?" I thought to myself.

I sent back my response telling him I would call in five minutes. I signed off my computer, and picked up the phone, and noticed my hands were shaking, and my heart was beating so hard, I thought it would pop out of my chest. I laid down on the sofa, and dialed his number. The phone rang five times, and then a deep voice answered.

"Hello slut." "Hi there", I replied.

"You will address me as Sir, until I feel you are good enough to be my whore."

"Yes Sir."

"Do you like the idea of being a whore for an old man like myself?"

"Oh yes Sir, very much so."

I couldn't believe I just said that! And to a total stranger. My cunt started to drip.

"Do you like being called dirty names when you get used whore?"

"Yes Sir."

"Do you consider any names offensive?"

"No Sir, it's all part of the game."

"Do you think this is a game?"

"No Sir, that's not what I meant."

"Shut up cunt, and listen carefully!"

"Yes Sir."

"Play with your clit, while we talk, and make sure I hear you moaning bitch!"

"Yes Sir." As I rubbed my dripping wet pussy, he continued to tell me how he was my Daddy, and I was his whore daughter. I was loving every minute of it. Hearing about how he would use me the way I need. Just at the moment I thought I would explode, he asked me for my address. In the heat of my impending orgasm, I screamed it out. All of a sudden the line went dead. 

"Oh shit!!, what did I just do?" I said out loud. 

I sat there waiting, and wondering what to do. "Should I open the door to a complete stranger so he can use me?", I thought. Then I began to panic thinking about how he might be some psychotic killer or something like that. I kept going back to thinking about a complete stranger using me, and my pussy was getting very wet, and felt like it was on fire. I began rubbing my clit to try and ease the throbbing I was feeling. Again, just being at the edge of an orgasm, the bell rang. I jumped up and looked out the window, and saw an old, overweight, man at the door. Since I live on the first floor, I got a very good look at him. For a moment I imagined him forcing his cock into my mouth, and that was all I needed to buzz him in. As I opened the apartment door, he greeted me with a "Hello cunt", and pushed me back inside and locked the door. He roughly pinned me up against the wall, and rammed two fingers deep into my sopping wet pussy. 

"Is this what you want whore?"

"Yes, oh yes."

I felt a hard smack come down on my ass. "You are to call me Sir, or better yet you can call me Daddy today", he said with a big grin on his face.

"Yes Daddy."

"That's better my piggie slut little girl."

He continued to finger my cunt roughly, and playing with my rock hard nipples. He squeezed them hard making me scream. I wanted more. I wanted to be fucked and used, and be his personal fuck toy. 

"Are you going to be a good whore for Daddy?"

"Yes Daddy, do anything you want to me."

Daddy grabbed me by my hair and led me into the living room. He sat me down on the sofa, and began to unzip his pants. As he did he reached down, and pinched my nipples some more. They were red and sore, but I still wanted more. I wanted him to smack my tits hard and rough. I love having my tits smacked. The harder the better. It really gets me going. 

"Suck Daddy's cock piggie slut."

"Yes Daddy", and I took his rock hard cock in my mouth. He was about 7 inches, which in my opinion is perfect. I love to deep throat, and have cock forced down my throat, so big cocks are harder to handle. I also love having my ass raped, and his cock was the perfect size for it. 

I began licking his cock, up and down the shaft, massaging his balls in the process. 

"That's it slut, take care of Daddy."

"Yes Daddy", as I took his cock into my whore mouth. I went up and down on his cock, as he began forcing me down further onto his old cock. 

"That's it bitch, suck Daddy's cock good, and maybe he will use you as his personal fuck toy."

I moaned onto his cock at the words I was hearing. The nastier he got, the harder and deeper I sucked. All of a sudden he pulled my head off his cock, and sat down.

"Come sit on Daddy's lap piggie slut."

"Yes Daddy", as I climbed up on his lap, leaning back so he had full use of my pussy. He immediately started rubbing my clit, causing me to moan again. 

"Play with your tits for Daddy."

"Yes Daddy", as I start squeezing my 38D tits, and pinching my nipples. "Do you like that Daddy?", I asked him.

"Oh yes Daddy loves to watch his whore play with herself."

He took his hand away from my cunt, and pushed my own hand to my throbbing clit. 

"Play with your pussy for me while I watch."

"Yes Daddy." 

I rubbed my pussy while my Daddy watched and stroked his hard cock. My pussy started to drip onto his lap, which only turned him on more. He roughly pushed me to my knees in front of him. 

"Lick my balls cunt!"

Just hearing the way he talked made my pussy throb with excitement. I obeyed, and lowered my tongue onto his balls. Licking all over them, top, bottom, all over. He kept pushing my head lower towards his ass. 

"Lick my asshole bitch!"

I had never done that before, so I wasn't sure what to do. I licked all around his hole, and then started fucking his hole with my tongue, while I slid my hand up and down his cock. 

"You like that Daddy?"

"Oh fuck yes, you dirty whore!"

I continued the assault on his hole with my tongue, bringing him closer and closer to shooting his hot creamy load all over me. The whole time he called me dirty names, and I was loving every minute of it. I could feel he was just about to release, when he stood me up by my hair, and walked me into my dining room, and bent me over the table. 

He began rubbing my big ass all over, sending chills up and down my body. Then I felt his big hand come down on my right ass cheek. It felt so fucking good, I started moaning and begging him for more.

"Oh yes Daddy, spank your dirty girl!"

"Does my little slut like to be used by Daddy?"

"Yes Daddy, please don't stop Daddy!"

Daddy continued his spanking, and in between rubbed my ass all over to get it ready for the next blow. I thought about how red my ass must be by now, and then he said "It looks like you can take a lot on that whore ass of yours cunt!"

"Yes Daddy."

"Tell Daddy what you want whore!"

"Please use me any way you want Daddy!"

"That's it whore, beg me like the slut you are!"

"Please Daddy, fuck me and use me, oh please Daddy!"

"Do you want Daddy's old cock inside your young tight cunt?"

"Oh Daddy yes, stick your old cock inside me!, fill me up Daddy!"

With that Daddy stepped up behind me, and rammed his old hard cock into my hot wet hole. I screamed so loud I was afraid the neighbors would hear me. He must have known what I was thinking because he rammed his underwear into my mouth while he fucked me. Now I was screaming like crazy, since no one could really hear me. He pounded me hard into the table, fucking me roughly, while he spanked my bright red ass. 

I needed to cum, and he knew it. Daddy wasn't ready to let me cum just yet though. He quickly pulled out of me, making me moan in disappointment. He spanked me a couple of more times, and then forced me back into the living room. He forced me to my knees, and told me to wait there like that. He walked around looking for the bedroom. He must have found it because her came back out with a blanket and two pillows. He laid them on the floor, and said "Perform for me whore."

I didn't know what he wanted, so he pushed me down onto the blanket, and told me to put on a show for him. He wanted to watch me make myself cum. I laid down as ordered, and began rubbing my cunt while he watched, he sat in a chair in front of me, and told me what he wanted to see, and called me names as I did them. 

He wanted to see me touch myself everywhere, and tell him all of it belonged to Daddy. He said how he loved watching his BBW slut do as he says. The more I rubbed all over my body, the more nasty his words got. I was loving it, and my cunt was dripping wet. I felt like such a slut for him, and I never wanted it to end.

As I was moaning, and fingering my cunt, he got up and went to the kitchen. He came back with a cucumber he found in the refrigerator, and handed it to me. "Fuck yourself with that cunt."

"Yes Daddy." I took the cucumber in my hand, and realized it had to be 8 inches long, and so fat I couldn't get my whole hand around it. 

I started fucking myself with it, as Daddy watched. "Deeper whore, deeper", Daddy yelled.

I slid almost the whole thing deep inside my fuck hole, and looked right into my Daddy's eyes as I did it. The lust in my eyes must have been obvious because he kept telling me how he knew I enjoyed fucking myself for him. 

"Oh yes Daddy, I will do anything to please you Daddy."

"Anything?" he asked.

As I fucked myself for him, in between moans I managed a "Yes Daddy, anything."

"Good now fuck your cunt until you cum, and I have something special for you whore."

My heart skipped a beat, as I started to ram the cucumber in and out of my dripping wet cunt. All of a sudden daddy said cum, and on command I did just that. Bucking and screaming like a dirty fuck pig, I begged my Daddy to use me more.

When I had calmed down from the strongest orgasm I have ever had, Daddy grabbed my by my hair, and dragged me into the bathroom. "You're going to be my bathroom slut", he said.

He stood me in facing in front of the toilet, and pushed the seat up. "Bend over cunt!"

Of course I did as I was told, and put my hands on the edge of the toilet and bent over. My face was right above the toilet water, and all I could think about was this old man fucking me, and my cunt was like a faucet dripping with juices. 

He slid his cock deep inside my waiting cunt, and fucked me like that for a few minutes. He grabbed my hair, and pulled my head back as he pounded me from behind. "You like that bitch?"

"Oh yes Daddy, oh fuck me Daddy yes fuck me please Daddy!"

As he fucked my hot hole, he slid a finger into my tight virgin asshole. Now he was pumping in and out of both my holes, while I begged for more like the true whore I am. He then slid another finger into me, making me push back on him, trying to get him deeper inside me. I wanted this old man's cock to control my holes, and fuck me hard, and he was doing a great job of making me a dirty little piggie. 

"I bet you would love to have a cock in all your holes at the same time, wouldn't you?"

"Oh yes Daddy."

"Would you like Daddy to watch you while his friends use you?"

"Yes Daddy, oooohhh yes!"

All this conversation and he just kept fucking me, pounding harder when I told him I wanted him to watch me get used by others. 

"Are you going to fuck anyone I tell you to whore?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Good slut, now Daddy wants you to feel something warm, and beautiful."

"Yes Daddy."

My thought were he was going to cum, but I was in for a big surprise. He forced me into the shower, and told me to stand still. He began jerking his cock off at me, and just when I thought I would get his hot creamy cum, I saw him peeing on me. The minute it touched my skin, I wanted it all. I began rubbing it all over me begging him to give me all of it. 

"You are such a hot cunt for Daddy, aren't you?"

"Yes Daddy, oh yes, it feels so warm, and I want it all over me Daddy!"

I rubbed it all over my tits, and as it dripped down to my pussy I rubbed it into my clit. My hands were all over me spreading his pee across every inch of my body. When he finished peeing he stood there watching me be a total dirty cunt, and then started smacking my tits. I wanted to be fucked some more, but he told me to shower and clean myself up.

"When you are cleaned up you may crawl back in here completely naked." "Is that understood my dirty girl?"

"Yes Daddy."

Reluctantly I cleaned Daddy's pee off me, and stood in the shower feeling the hot water run down my body. This for some reason was making me hot again, so I decided to get out and dry off, and get some more of Daddy's use.

As instructed, I came crawling out of the bathroom, but quickly stopped when I saw three very butch women staring down at me. 

"Is this the whore you were telling us about?" one of them asked.

"Yes that's her, and she's all yours to do with what you wish."

Daddy went and sat down in a chair at the far corner of the living room, while these three lesbians began touching me everywhere. One had her hand on my pussy, and the other two were rubbing my whole body while they attacked my now hardening nipples. 

"Look the bitch likes it", one of them said, and they all laughed. 

It was true. Knowing these three women were going to use me while my Daddy watched was making my pussy so hot, and my clit was so swollen, and loved all the use it was getting. For some strange reason I still felt I wanted more. I wanted to be raped by these women. I knew Daddy would enjoy that, so that's what I wanted to do. I would put up a fight, so they rape me the way I need, and Daddy wants.

Now I begin struggling, and saying no, and just as I had expected, they didn't stop. "Looks like the bitch wants to be raped", one of them said. 

With that twp of them held me down while the third one started fingering my pussy. The feeling was incredible. She fingered me and told me how wet my pussy was, like I didn't already know. 

The two girls holding me down, started pinching my nipples really hard, making me scream and sent a wave of shocking pleasure through my whole body. They were raping me and my body wanted it more than anything else, ever. I was screaming and begging for more. They roughly put me on all fours, as one of them put on a huge strap on. I couldn't believe the size of the dildo attached to that thing. I wanted it deep inside me, filling me up. 

I didn't have to wait long because she rammed it deep into my cunt, making me scream. She grabbed me by my hair, and pounded me from behind rough, just the way I like it. I glanced over at Daddy to see what he was doing, and he was stroking his hard cock, telling the girl to fuck me harder. 

"Spank the bitch!", Daddy yelled.

With that her hand came down on my big ass, immediately leaving a bright red hand print. I moaned and thanked her for the wonderful feelings she was causing me. She kept spanking me, and now the other two girls started smacking my hanging tits. I was in heaven as these three lesbians used, and abused me. 

I felt the dildo being pulled out of my pussy, leaving me feeling empty. I wanted more, I wanted my cunt filled, and I wanted to be Daddy's special whore. The girl that was fucking me, stuck the dildo in my mouth, and made me clean off my juices. Licking up every drop, I felt the need for more use. Daddy sensed that and came over to me, and shoved his hard old cock into my mouth. He forced me to take his whole cock, making me gag, and also making him tell me what a dirty whore I was. 

"Gag on my cock slut, that's it!"

"Yes Daddy," was what I tried to say, but with Daddy's cock filling my mouth, it sounded like nothing more than a bunch of gibberish, but Daddy knew what I meant.

The girl with the strap on came up behind and me and continued her assault on my pussy. Now I had a woman filling my cunt with her strap on, and Daddy's cock filling my mouth. I felt like such a whore, and so nasty that I wanted to cum. I pulled my mouth off Daddy's cock, and begged him to let me cum. 

"You fucking whore, you love this don't you?"

"Yes Daddy, I really do."

"Well then I guess you can cum, but know that your use isn't even close to being finished."

"Oh yes Daddy!" was all I could say as the most powerful orgasm I have ever had, completely overtook my body. I began to shake, and felt as if I couldn't breathe. The feeling was incredible. Nothing had ever felt this good. 

After I was finished Daddy shot his hot creamy load into my mouth, forcing me to swallow ever drop. As quick as the girls came, they were gone. Daddy and me were alone again. 

Daddy sat back in the chair, and patted his lap, telling me to come sit. I did as he wanted, and climbed up on his lap. He spread my legs wide, as I straddled him. His cock was soft now, and looked old. The skin was hanging, and so were his balls. It turned me on so much to look at, my cunt started to get wet. 

Daddy slid his fingers up and down my slit, telling me what a good whore I was tonight for him.

"My little piggie slut did well tonight with Daddy's friends."

"Thank you Daddy," I said in between my moans from him playing with my pussy.

"Do you like when Daddy plays with you whore?"

"Yes Daddy, so much."

"Your pussy is so wet, and juicy, I want to use it all night long."

"Oh yes Daddy, use me more, please!"

As Daddy slid his finger into my waiting hole, he gave me the next list of orders. He continued to finger my pussy while telling me, making me say yes to anything he said. 

"After I finish with you, I want you to go take a shower and clean up."

"Yes Daddy, oh yes Daddy."

He then slid two fingers into me fingering me fast, and hard. I was screaming at this point, ready to explode, when he quickly pulled his fingers out of my pussy.




I Need To Be Used Like a Whore



"You can cum after you have done what I have instructed."

Disappointed, but excited I said "Yes Daddy."

I went into the bathroom to do as I was told, and to wonder about what was next. "How would my Daddy use me this time?" I thought to my self as I stepped into the shower.



I Need to Borrow Something



Lee got up quickly at the sound of the doorbell. His oldest friend, Dolores, had asked to come over. He hadn't seen her in several years and was mostly looking forward to it. The tentative part: she'd asked quite specifically if they could meet privately. He'd assured her that he'd planned to watch football by himself − no one was visiting that afternoon. 

He and Dolores had been friends since junior high, and for a while after his wife, Laura, had died young of cancer, they'd been "friends with benefits." That had meant a lot to Lee at the time. When his depression abated, Dolores had responsibilities with her tribe and went home. But they still wrote and e-mailed often. 

"Hello, dear," Lee said as he opened the door. They came together in a warm hug, then Lee gestured her into the house. 

Lee thought Dolores looked a bit pensive, as if working herself up for something. "Can we sit down over there," she said, pointing at the couch. As Lee turned that way, she added in a serious tone, "I need a big favor." 

"For you...anything!" Lee sidled between the couch and the coffee table. 

"I hope you really mean that," she said in an oddly emotionless voice. Lee felt a sting on the back of his neck and blackness swirled before his eyes. 

When he came to, Lee was lying nude, face up on his own couch. Bonds held him to his full length with his hands extended above his head. Dolores was nude, too, sitting on the coffee table, firming up his half-full erection with both hands. Lee tested the bindings as surreptitiously as he could. His subtlety was wasted, however. Dolores heard the rustle and turned her head to face him. "Hi, love," she said as if mightily embarrassed. She didn't stop what she was doing with her hands. 

Lee tried to keep his racing emotions in check. "Dolores, what are you doing?" he said with as steady a voice as he could manage. He was frightened; this was nothing like anything she'd ever done. Paradoxically, the emotion seemed to make his member even harder. 

"I'll answer all the questions I can answer in a few minutes," she said. "For now...I need to borrow something of yours." His erection suddenly seemed full enough to satisfy some criterion only she knew. She shifted around on the coffee table, tucking one leg under to give more access to her own vulva. Her right hand stayed on his cock, the left went between her own legs. Both began to move. 

By looking as far down has his bondage would allow, he could see most of what she was doing. It only confused him: for one thing she was jerking him strangely. It was as if she suddenly didn't know how to give a proper hand job; the upstrokes were weak and didn't bring her hand all the way to underside of the head. The downstrokes were quite definite and firm, though. They seemed insistent, somehow...demanding. 

She was touching herself anomalously, too. He knew that she best liked little circles around the tip of her clit. This time she was making upstrokes within her slit, brushing the tip on the side facing her body. It was as if she was trying to...wake it up...coax it out of its hood. Lee noticed another thing − her strokes were in unison, each flick in tempo with each pump. 

For a short time, Lee's heart rate began to approach something normal. Then he noticed that Dolores had coaxed her clit out of its hood! He'd seen her boiling over with lust in the past, but her pink pearl had never been so swollen. "Ahhhh, Hon..." She didn't respond. Lee glanced at her face; it seemed to suggest intense concentration. Her lips were moving slightly, as if she were chanting softly to herself. He brought his eyes back to his friend's crotch. Her pleasure organ was a little bit bigger than it had been a few seconds before. Not just the head of it, but a short shaft was free of the prepuce. Its angle was different as well. It was less aligned with the curve of her mons, curving more outward as if it longed to project beyond her labia. Her fingertip now easily found its tender underside, exposed as it had never been in her life. Her strokes were only upwards as if to encourage it to further growth. 

A frightening corollary to this astounding sight suddenly occurred to him. He turned his gaze down the length of his torso to his cock. It was a little smaller than it had been, he was virtually certain of it. Her right hand was still working it in that same fashion: (up) DOWN (up) DOWN. A bit of intense scrutiny verified it − with each down stroke, his penis was surrendering a little of its size. He started to feel the beginnings of panic. "Dolores, what are you doing?" 

She continued her chant, ignoring him. At that point her organ looked more like a boy toddler's penis than a woman's clitoris. With first finger and thumb on the front and back of it, she had started to pump it more like penis, too. Only with her left hand, the motion was UP (down) UP (down). 

"You have to stop! Go back!" he cried. Her clit was big enough to be able to be pumped with a thumb and two fingers. PULL (push) PULL (push) In the same rhythm, she was using a thumb and three fingers on him. His cock looked like it did in junior high. (pull) PUSH (pull) PUSH. And still he had a hard-on! How could the thing not know that stiff was the last thing it should be? In the distance, climax was stirring. Lee tried to fight the feeling. 

"Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to you?" Lee thought he saw the shine of a tear at the corner of her eye, but her murmured chant never wavered. The two members she was working were equal in size. Hers still had a few features that showed that it was a large clitoris and not a small penis, but those were less prominent by the moment. With demanding, pleasuring upstrokes she encouraged her member to grow and swell. With demanding, pleasuring downstrokes, she exerted some mystic power, forcing what was left of his penis to cooperate in its own doom. 

Strangely his sensations began to ramp up even though there was less substance to feel with. It was clear he would cum, will he or nil he. "Stop. Please stop," was as far as he could concentrate to say. Her erection was nearly full grown now, and his member was barely to be seen. She could only manipulate it one fingertip now, and the strokes seemed to want to push it into his body. 

Suddenly, climax came; the most powerful he'd ever experienced. It's possible he blacked out briefly, though it seemed to him that was vision was filled with white light. Perhaps the pleasure overloaded his senses. When his vision cleared it revealed a changed reality. Two well-shaped breasts were perched on his chest. 

Dolores got to her feet unsteadily, as if her experience was similarly powerful. She...he...was male now, feminine breasts completely gone. The cum that had squirted from her...his...new cock seemed to be everywhere. Lee felt some spots of wetness on her belly, and Dolores' hands were well coated. 

Lee looked at Dolores. He looked like he could be his female self's fraternal twin brother. Except his cock; it looked like Lee's own, except that it had the same skin coloring as Dolores' own Native American ruddiness. He plucked a few tissues from a nearby box and dabbed up most of the viscous liquid he'd spent. Then he kneeled down near Lee's head had cradled it in his arms. Lee tried to squirm away, but couldn't. 

"I know you're confused and frightened. I know I've presumed more on our friendship than perhaps any woman has ever presumed on a man. When I return and switch us back, if you decide I've shattered our friendship utterly, I'll understand. I'll be heartbroken, but I'll understand." 

"I used old magic, tribal magic. An almost forgotten spell. And I'll have to do more magic soon. Many lives will be lost if I don't perform a certain rite on time. It has to be me since the shaman was just killed in an auto accident, and his apprentice isn't strong enough yet. Once I reach the ritual site, I need to find a spirit place where no woman can go. That's why I had to borrow someone's masculinity." 

"Why me?" Lee's voice came out as an alto squeak that surprised her again. 

"I can't reach any tribesmen in time. Nobody I could reach in the time I have has the mental strength to deal with this except you. They might go crazy or get themselves raped. I'm certain you will take on the next few days rationally. Furious all the while maybe, but rational." 

Dolores rose and began putting on the clothing she'd taken off Lee. "Couldn't you just ask?" Lee wanted to know. 

"I couldn't risk you saying no. Too many lives are at stake. If you believed me, but said no, you might be on guard and I couldn't take you unawares like I did. If you didn't believe me, it would be Christmastime before I talked you around." He blushed a bit and added, "And...maybe I'm crazy for thinking this way, but it seemed it would be the lesser transgression just to take what I needed. If I asked you, you said no, and then I went ahead anyway...well, insult to injury, eh?" 

Dolores was dressed now. "I have to go. Time is part of the ritual, and I have almost no cushion. He picked up his purse. "I should be back in three days, four at the most. Call in sick, stay out of harm's way, and don't drive unless you must." 

"Why the last?" Lee asked, his heartrate now closer to normal. 

"You don't look like your driver's license picture." Dolores bent down and gave Lee a kiss. A credit to her courage, she managed not to flinch. "Let's both stay out of trouble for a couple of days, and all will be back to normal." He flicked a clasp on Lee's bonds and she felt the tension on her arms released. Dolores hastened through the front door and closed it behind her. Lee heard Dolores' car leaving as she undid all the bondage. It took a few minutes, but it was straightforward now that the tension was off. Long enough, though, that trying to follow Dolores would obviously be useless. 

Lee stood up. Her balance was very different, with weight in unusual places. She assayed a few steps. Clearly her legs were sprung differently on her hips than they used to be. She took a deep breath. "Time to face a mirror," she thought. 

On bare feet Lee padded into the bedroom. She closed the door to expose the full length mirror on its inner side. The reflection she beheld was not totally unfamiliar. It was completely female, certainly, but it was a female version of his usual self. If he had been born a girl, with had all his other genetics but two X chromosomes, this was what that person would look like. Not Lee, but Lisa. 

Lisa sat down on the bed and examined her new vulva minutely. Except for the color of the skin and hair, it was Dolores'; she'd licked it often enough to recognize it anywhere. There was that distinctive indent on the margin of her left labia that she'd always noted. Everything looked familiar. 

Observing the urethral opening, Lisa realized that she'd have to pee sometime. Sometime relatively soon, her bladder informed her. She decided to attend it sooner rather than later, and approached the toilet with some trepidation. She sat down diffidently and made the attempt. Fortunately for her already shaky mental state, this strange new body cooperated perfectly with this formerly mundane operation. Remembering seeing his wife in the bathroom, he took a few pieces of tissue off the roll. All of a sudden she vaguely recalled there was a right way and a wrong way to do this, but she couldn't remember what it was. Lisa cogitated a bit and worked out what it would have to be from first principles: front to back. 

She went back into the bedroom, a little more calmly than she'd left it. Lisa faced the mirror again and surveyed herself from all angles. "I'm pretty good-looking!" she thought. Her breasts were especially nice: since they were brand new and virgin to gravity's pull, they were unnaturally firm and perky for their size. Lisa reached for them without thinking. She touched her new nipples and smiled at the sensation. Lee-the-man had always appreciated his lovers attending to that part of loveplay. Before he'd lost her, when Laura was ready for him to come inside her, she would precipitate it by suddenly tickling his nipples. It always worked. 

These new nips were more sensitive than ever, and Lisa tried a few different tugs and squeezes, looking into the mirror. The brain inside that body, trained from puberty to crave the sight of a female body, couldn't help but respond to the reflection. All of a moment, Lisa's eyes went wide on perceiving a subtle sensation like none this body had ever known. "I think I'm...getting wet!" she thought. A questing finger verified it: she was already juicy, and becoming more so. 

Lisa glanced up. In the mirror was an aroused woman with a finger in her twat. Lee's brain longed for that woman, inaccessible behind a barrier of glass and silver. A moan was heard in the room. The unreachable woman had started to masturbate! 

"No, I've started to masturbate," Lisa corrected herself mentally, shaking off the moment of mind-body dissociation she'd experienced. Muscle memory guided her to move her finger like Dolores had taught her to move it upon a time, and was it working. Novelty is a potent aphrodisiac by itself, and piled on the visual and manual stimulation going on...the tension in her body ramped up hard and fast. And then she was coming! 

Lisa trembled all over. She knew she had a vagina because she could feel it spasm repeatedly, even though it held nothing within to please with its grip. After the final wave, she took a few unsteady steps backwards and sat heavily on the edge of the bed. Within her slit, her fingertip still moved feebly as she caught her breath. After a bit, it began to intrude on Lisa's consciousness that the nubbin she was manipulating was not utterly sated as her erstwhile cock would have been. She circled the tip a bit faster and firmer, and her mind was made up for her that, yes, she would like a second helping. 

She paused just a moment to harvest a bit of fresh lubricant and this time focused more consciously on what she was feeling. If that interlude was less explosive than the first, it was more instructive. Lisa tried various different touches; his wife had liked a side-to-side move on the shaft above the tip, and his high school girlfriend had wanted a light, fast, tickle. Each mode Lisa tried had their charm, but she decided Dolores had the right of it: this clitoris liked those circles around the tip. Lisa drank in the arousing sight of a woman's pearl being pleasured while at the same time feeling what was happening to that selfsame pearl. With deliberation, she drove herself to the cliff and over it a second time. 

After that second storm, Lisa flopped backwards onto the bed. "It's nice that a really good orgasm can quiet a racing mind," she thought. She was definitely less panicked than she had been before. Her gaze fell upon the alarm clock on the bedstand. "The game's started!" she blurted out reflexively. There was a pregnant pause, and suddenly she started laughing hysterically. "I'm suddenly girlified, and I'm worried about missing the first quarter! Show's my mind is still a guy's," she thought with a laugh. But really, what else was there to do? Lisa sifted through a drawer where she'd kept a few of Laura's things as mementos. She put on a sheer chemise just so she wouldn't be completely naked. 

She turned back towards the door and came face to face with the mirror again. The sight of a beautiful woman, her assets tantalizingly softened by fabric brought her up short again. Briefly, other options flitted through her mind. Lee had his share of men's traditional complaints: always the one who had to ask, had to drive, had to pay, had to offer himself up to a woman's judgment of acceptability. This body had the ability to grant a glimpse of how the other half lived... 

"Get fuckin' real," Lisa said out loud. She opened the door and put the fantasy image out of sight. She headed for the TV. "There are a thousand ways that could go wrong, and if they did I'm a person without an identity. No driver's license, no insurance card, no credit card that a living cashier would accept." She plopped down in her lounger and grabbed the remote. With a little bit of disappointment, she thought, "I've got follow Dolores' advice: hunker down, stay out of trouble." 

Lisa couldn't really immerse herself in the game; every time she reacted physically to a good play, her nipples brushed up against the fabric of the chemise. She could have assayed whether Dolores' or one of his wife's bras would give her some relief, but subconsciously she wasn't quite ready in mind to take the step of donning such a garment. And besides, it felt nice. At half time, she played with them in a leisurely way through the fabric. "Now I really understand the line from that movie... 'I could never be a woman, 'cause I'd just stay home and play with my breasts all day,'" she murmured. 

After the game was over (successfully from Lisa's point of view since her alma mater had won), she thought of something else that should be in her memento drawer. Curiosity forced her to make a trial of it. She went back into the bedroom and rummaged around. "Here's that bad boy," she murmured when she found Laura's personal vibrator. A quick test proved that the batteries needed changing, but after that Lisa settled comfortably on the bed and began nipple play in earnest. 

She continued until that wisp of sensation she'd identified earlier returned, that she was lubricating again. She took some of the juices herself with a finger and spread it on the end of the vibrator. With exaggerated care, Lisa brought the tool to her labia and nudged it closer. Her labia shifted, then parted to give access. The introitus demanded she nudge a little more firmly, but then it yielded. 

As the toy slid in further, Lisa considered the sensation. It was interesting, but only slightly pleasurable. Lisa knew perfectly well that the pearl was the center of a woman's pleasure, not the vagina, so what she was feeling was within her expectations. She slid it all the way in out of curiosity, but then pulled back so it was only about a third submerged, and switched on the vibration. 

Lisa tried a few experiments − different angles, different pressures, different depths. A few were more successful at engaging her senses and transmitting motion to her clitoris, and she focused on those while manipulating herself more directly with the other hand. When she brought herself to climax, the feeling of her pussy clenching something tangible provided a sweetness in and of itself. 

After a time of quiet afterglow, Lisa realized it was time for dinner. She decided that it would be better to dress in something more substantial for working in the kitchen. "May as well acknowledge practicality," she thought. Laura's old clothes would fit better than anything in her usual wardrobe, and anything that would keep her skin protected from hot liquids would be satisfy the present need. First...blue satin panties. They'd always been Lisa's favorites − when Laura put them on instead of plain white cotton, it meant that she was in a mood for mischief. The garment felt silky sweet as it slid up her thighs and settled into place hugging her hips. 

Next she looked at a brassiere. There didn't really seem to be a need, but...why not? Pondering it, Lisa thought she might wonder about what it would be like in times to come if she didn't do it now when she had the chance. So she took up the garment. She slipped her arms through the straps. Then it had to be hooked − Laura had always just reached behind herself and fastened them, zip, zip. Lisa soon realized this was a learned move: minutes passed and she got nowhere. Finally she bit the bullet, took her arms out from the straps, turned the infernal thing around and fastened it in the front. She twisted the junction around to the back, pulled the cups up, and reinserted her arms. It felt strangely once settled into place, and obviously one notch too small. In compensation, the way they pushed her endowment up and together was a fine sight to her male psyche. 




I Need to Borrow Something



A simple dress later, and Lisa was decently covered. "Okay, the lady of the house is ready to cook dinner," she said. 

The next two days were fairly quiet, as Lisa kept to her personal injunction against inviting trouble. On Sunday, besides watching the pro game, she set her camera on a tripod and filled a memory card with pictures of herself, from tame to over-the-top, from nude to fully dressed. Lisa supposed that Lee would hardly need other porn in times to come...hopefully. Monday, on calling in to work, she asserted that laryngitis was to blame for a high, whispered voice. Then she watched movies, read, and jilled off whenever the auto-arousal she couldn't help inspiring in herself came to a head. 

As the afternoon began to wane, Lisa's anxiety level began to increase. A simple dinner of ramen was barely tasted for nervousness. But just after dusk, there were headlights in the driveway shining through the gaps edges of the living room curtains. Lisa raced to the door and looked in the peephole. A boulder seemed to lift off her chest when she saw Dolores-the-guy reaching for the doorbell. 

Lisa yanked open the door. "Hi," Dolores said. Lisa had never heard a person put more different emotions into just one syllable. Embarrassment, uncertainty, love, hope, and no little fear were all there. 

Lisa gestured her guest into the house. "How did it go?" she asked. 

"It couldn't have gone smoother. Disaster averted." He paused, then added, "Are we good?" 

After a pause, "Yeah, we're good." 

Dolores' face revealed joy at that declaration. He swept Lisa into a hug, and although startled by being on the feminine side of a hug, Lisa returned it. 

When they separated, Dolores asked, "How was your weekend?" 

"Pretty good. Both my teams won; I'll probably get $15 in the office's fantasy football league." 

Dolores chuckled. Then, "I could switch us back now, if you'd like...or we could do it in the morning." 

"Morning...?" Lisa's eyes narrowed a bit. 

That embarrassed look was back. "I learned the spell during my apprenticeship as wise woman of the tribe, but I'd never used it until Saturday. I have to admit, I'm a little curious about...you know...as a guy." 

Lisa laughed. "In short, you want another favor?" 

"Ouch! I deserved that. But don't you want to know what a woman feels when your cock enters her? This is your chance," Dolores wheedled. 

Lisa was curious, but... "That wouldn't affect changing back, would it?" 

"Oh, no. The teachings are clear on that point. Wise women used to use the technique for extreme marriage counseling. Having your spouse walk a mile in your shoes, so to speak. They were switched back after." 

"We can wait," Lisa said, deciding. 

"Thank you. Let's shower first; I rushed straight back and I haven't bathed since Friday." 

Both of them felt odd when they first got in the shower and stood unnaturally apart, but then Lisa said, "Look, we've been in the shower together. Let's just do what we'd do." Dolores smiled, and the ice was broken, and they soaped each other thoroughly. 

They dried off and went to the bedroom. Dolores piped up first. "And we know how to kiss and hug each other in bed, so let's start with that." 

They were tentative for some time, like teenagers uncertain about the way of things. But at a certain point Lisa said, "Time to sail out of sight of land." She moved Dolores' hand onto her breast. Quite soon she whispered, "You sure know how to do that right, but then again, why wouldn't you? Ohh...!" Dolores had bent her head to take the nipple into her mouth. 

After applying some sweet suction, Dolores paused. "The big lesson for me so far is: a hard-on isn't very...ignorable...is it?" 

Lisa laughed out loud. "Yes! Thank you! If only every woman knew that, maybe they'd take more pity on us." She took the swollen cock formerly known as Lee's in her hand and pumped it very slowly as Laura used to do when she wanted to start working her husband into a frenzy. "I could make it even less ignorable, you know. Each stroke just a tiny bit faster and a tiny bit stronger...but really drag it out. You know...forever craving just a little more then you're getting." Lisa gave Dolores a lecherous leer. "I could have you cum so much fluid you'd need an IV to rehydrate." 

Dolores grinned like the Cheshire cat, but said, "That doesn't further our plan, though, does it?" He moved downwards, parting Lisa's legs as he moved between them. "For us to couple properly, you need to be juicy." He nuzzled her bush with his cheek briefly, then flicked her with his tongue. For the moment, the touches were intended to tease with only the labia receiving attention. Lisa put her hands to her nipples to help matters along. 

Dolores forbore teasing and made a swirling move with his tongue all around Lisa's sweet spot. She gasped and blurted out, "And the big lesson for me so far is: a tongue is so much better than a finger, isn't it?" 

This time it was Dolores' turn to laugh. "Yes! Thank you! If only every man knew that, maybe they'd take more pity on us." He tongued for a bit more and then paused. Lisa grunted in negation, but then Dolores asked, "Is it better to say I'm going down on 'your pussy,' or 'my pussy,' or 'our pussy,' or just 'the pussy'?" 

Lisa snorted in mirth at the outrageousness of that question. "'Our pussy' sounds the most friendly, and we have certainly shared it." She reached down and lightly guided Dolores' head back to its mission. "A little more attention to 'our pussy', please" she murmured. 

Dolores knew what moves were sure to delight, no one better! He lapped and lapped until Lisa was fully sated and said so. Lisa added, "Are you ready for our prick and our pussy to get together? It feels like I'm dripping juices everywhere." 

"That you are!" Dolores affirmed. He scootched up on hands and knees until he was over Lisa, kneeling between her legs. "Shall we do it the regular way?" 

"I think so...stick with the tried and true." Lisa reached down and tugged their member towards the entrance, as Dolores had often done for Lee. The opening stretched, then parted. Dolores submerged himself in one slow, steady push. 

"Oh...My...God," Dolores gasped one he was hilt deep. "It's just...so perfect! I'm totally hugged in warmth and wetness. If our clits could be surrounded this way, we'd never get out of bed at all." 

Dolores started to move in the rhythm of lovemaking, and Lisa did her best to create a good countermotion. However, Dolores stopped after about a dozen strokes. He stopped her pushing with his weight. His body trembled slightly. "What's happening?" Lisa asked. 

"It feels like if I even twitch I'll cum," he answered tightly. 

"Just hold still a bit...ease back from the edge, love." 

Dolores breathed slowly and deliberately and held his hips still. He began to move again, but only for another dozen strokes or so. "I'm on the brink again!" his voice full of frustration. 

"You sound upset." 

"I don't want to race through this experience! I want it to last. And you're never going to come if I start and stop like this." 

"First, you ate me out twice and I'm content. Second, it's unreasonable to expect yourself to be perfect the first time out...or I guess I should say 'first time in.' There's no natural reflex you can invoke to not come. It's a learned thing." 

She drew his head down and kissed his cheek. "So do nothing but pay attention to our cock. You can move slow, and make it last, but when you reach the 'point of no return,' don't struggle to pull it back. It won't work, and your experience will be halved for trying. Go with it completely; you'll want to press our hips together firmly − lots of 'push in' and just a little 'pull out.' Then just feel it." 

Dolores beamed down at her in gratitude. He assayed to move again − slowly, pausing often, edging. Lisa turned her attention to her own experience. She memorized the way if felt to have their penis' head massage her from the inside. The warmth and life in it made it so much more than the vibrator. She memorized the way her labia tugged at her clitoris as the shaft changed direction. It was a far more subtle feeling than the tonguing she had been treated to, but it had a charm all its own. Lisa supposed that, given time, the sensation could, maybe, get her off. 

Lisa's reverie was broken at a sudden moan from Dolores. Lisa knew exactly what it meant because Lee had made the same sound countless times. The urge to be fully merged that Lisa had promised came over Dolores. Lisa once again helpfully pushed back with each thrust. She knew that Dolores was feeling for the first time things no woman feels: the sudden appearance of fluid pressure at the root of their member, the rush of that first bolus of semen compressing sensitive structures from the inside as it races along, the emotion that follows giving your lover's body your seed. 

"It's like, but unlike," Dolores murmured after a bit. "The strength of your body's need to jet the cum out of you...and after... I feel so..." 

"Drained? Sleepy?" Lisa smiled knowingly. 

"It sounds so cliché, but yes." 

"I know what you want. Roll to the right." The two of them disengaged as Dolores rolled and Lisa sat up. She reached down to the coverlet folded up at the foot of the bed, shook it out and spread it over them both. "You want to spoon me...for all the reasons I used to spoon you." Lisa settled in on her side, nestling their deflated cock into her buttcrack. "Arm around me," she added. 

Lisa felt Dolores' arm slide across her belly as bidden. She put her own arm over his. "There. Isn't that good?" But after a few seconds Lisa heard a sniffle. "Are you crying?" she asked. 

"Yes," Lisa heard behind her. "I've been so afraid these last few days. Terrified that I'd lost the best friend I ever had. No man alive would blame you if you hated me. But you loved me instead. These are tears of happiness." 

Lisa tugged his hand upwards and slid it into her borrowed cleavage. "Yeah, that's us...breast friends." 

Dolores burst out laughing and crying both together. The emotion storm finally ebbed, but the release of tension seemed to take the last of her energy. Shortly there was silence except for slow, regular breathing. When Lisa was sure Dolores was completely out, she disengaged as carefully as she could. She rearranged the covers properly, then got back into bed on Dolores' other side − the spooner, not the spoonee. Partly that was because she was more used to the behind position for sleeping, but mostly to get off the wet spot. 

The two were both up fairly early next morning. "Suppose we find a more comfortable place to do this?" Dolores suggested. But in the end, the couch proved to be the most convenient venue − augmented with pillows and minus the bondage, naturally. 

Dolores launched into her spell, this time the penis she was diminishing with commanding downstrokes being the one in her own lap. Lisa, on her way back to being Lee, was able to appreciate aesthetically what was happening, especially when her clitoris was about an inch long. "If I had a wife with a clit like that I'd suck it morning and night," she thought. Dolores' encouraging strokes were growing her (almost him again) larger and larger. Climax loomed, and this time Lisa didn't try to fight it. For a second time, there was a monster orgasm and a persistent flash of white light. That seemed a part of the magic, in retrospect, rather than just a random reaction. 

When Lee's vision cleared, all was as it should be: their breasts were on Dolores' chest, their vulva was between Dolores thighs (though once again clad in black fur), and Lee possessed their penis again. His was the cum that had been squirted all about. 

"It was fun, but...it's good to be back," he said. 

"I feel the same. It's good to see through another's eyes, but in the end, one should embrace their true nature," Dolores said sagely. "Well, there are duties as wise woman I've had to let slide to deal with the crisis," she said. "I need to get back to the tribe." 

"Can I treat you to breakfast out before you hit the road in earnest?" Lee asked. 

"I'd like that." 

They were quiet as they dressed. Each of them reached for their car keys at the same time. "Follow me to the restaurant, and you can take off after," Lee said. As they approached the front door, Lee said, "You know, if you wanted to...we could meet for a long weekend some time. I could rent a cabin up your way. We could experiment with some nuances we left untried this time." 

Dolores beamed at her friend. "I'd like that. I'd like that a lot."



I Need To Go



"I better go," I said, "I don't want to be late." He gave me a forlorn look but I knew he had accepted that I could never stay past midnight. I hoisted myself off the couch, knowing he wouldn't make his move. He never makes me late and it drives me just a little insane. 

I reached for my sweater, accepting that putting my large tits on display wasn't going to work this time. I gathered my coat and purse, shoving my hands into my gloves, trying to fight off the cold in the little ways I can.

He stays lying on the couch, watching me and I can't help but be aware. His arm darts out and he catches my arm in his strong hand. I fall into him, knowing I'll be late but not caring. I lay my head on his chest and let his arms wrap around me and I feel the overwhelming sense of love and comfort. I'm disappointed that I didn't get to feel his hands run over my naked body, but this is enough. It's all I've ever wanted, to love and be loved by this fantastic man.

As his hands trace over my back, he whispers, "I love you." I don't say it back since I'm confident he knows and I want to enjoy the moment. I lay there until my guilt over being late enters my mind.

Regretfully, I move my head and kiss his cheek and say, "I really need to go." He nods and I get up from the couch and he follows. The man never lets me leave without walking me out, even if it's ten degrees out. It's one of the reasons I love him so much.

I lead the way to the door, making sure he's behind me so I don't let extra cold in the room. I stand in the dark garage, unready to leave him. I've spent the entire day with him and it's still not enough. He comes through the door and reaches for the light. I put my hand on his arm, stopping him. The moment seems perfect to me. I say, "Don't turn the lights on, I like the dark." He looks at me strangely but puts his arm down.

I slowly walk towards him, wrap my arms around him and kiss his lips. It's a sweet, simple kiss like we've had a thousand times before. With all the emotions running through me, it wasn't enough. I fused my mouth with his, pressing my body against his. I love the feeling of his hard strength against my soft curves. We both know we need to stop but neither of us can.

As our tongues touch, he presses my back against the car, trying to touch any part of me he can, his hands clawing at my sweater. My nipples beg to be touched but I have on too many layers. He kisses my neck while I'm plastered to the car and I let a moan slip out. The thought of being late leaves my mind. I'm lost in the moment. 

I put my hand where I can feel the hardness pressing against my belly. I'm desperate for skin to skin contact. He pulls his pants down and I grab his cock with my gloved hand, neither of us able to stop. He groans and unbuttons my pants, jamming his hand in the front of my panties, rubbing my clit and spreading the wetness. 

He keeps moving his hand until I whisper, "Fuck me." At this command, he cups his hands under my ass and lifts me to the hood of the car. He takes one shoe and pant leg off, allowing me to spread my legs. As I lay on the hood of the car, he guides his cock into my begging pussy. I can feel my pussy juices flooding out of me. I can't hold in my moan at the feeling of being filled with his thick cock. He hooks his arms around my legs and yanks me closer to him so he's supporting my bottom half. He puts my legs over his shoulders and pounds my pussy. All my senses are forgotten to the complete darkness and the feeling of his cock moving inside me. I feel my orgasm building and it's almost too much. He places his thumb on my clit, furiously rubbing it.

I scream, "Fuck me!" 

He whispers, "Cum on my cock, baby." I follow his command and cum, my pussy milking his cock. I writhe on the hood of the car, clutching his arms that are on either side of me. 

As I come to my senses, he moans, "Baby," and his cock leaves me. I feel my belly being covered with hot wetness. I love being covered in the proof of his passion. I put my hands on my belly, rubbing his cum over my body. The feeling of being covered in it is indescribable. He leans down and kisses me as his cum dries. 

I slide off the car and put my pants and shoes on. I hug him, kiss him one more time and whisper that I love him. He tells me to be careful and I run off to my car.

I break curfew by 30 minutes. As I walk through the door, my father asks where I've been.

I reply, "I fell asleep at Steve's house." He seems content with the answer and I get into my shower and to wash the cum off of my body.

After I get in bed, I fuck myself furiously to the thought of Steve and I, unable to keep ourselves from each other, forgetting everything in the world but the two of us.



I Need To Go



I awake late for work.. It's a Wednesday and that's the day my husband works from home. I try to get into the bathroom, but he beats me in there. When I start complaining I am already late he says that it's my fault for oversleeping and tells me that I should just go on to work. I quickly get dressed and run out the door - thinking if I hit every light just right I can make it on time. 

As I pull into the parking lot at work I am only 5 minutes late. I call that close enough. I pull out my phone to tell my husband I wasn't horribly late, but see I have a message from him already. I pull up the message and just stare at the screen:

"Work has no relief for you. You are forbidden to use the bathroom there today. Let's see if you can make it all the way home again – no cheating."

Really? We're going to play this? I take inventory of my body. Yeah, I have to pee, but it's not bad. I think I can do this. I go on into work with a small smirk. I get to my desk and type back to my hubby:

"At work safe and sound...And I understand...I will try."

A moment later he returns a smiley face and the following message:

"Good to know. Get to work. Remember you still need your 64 ounces of water today. "

I groan and look at the water bottle on my desk. I normally go through 3 of those during my work day. That's normally 50.7 ounces between the hours of 9:00 – 5:00. I know I am going to be dreading those bottles by the end of the day. I shrug and open the first of my 3 bottles, take a big gulp and get to work. 

By lunchtime I am finished with my first bottle and as I put my lunch (from the work freezer) into the microwave it hits me that I really have to pee now. My normal routine is to pop lunch in the nuker and head to the bathroom while it cooks. By the time I am done and my hands are washed my Lean Cuisine is ready and I take it and a bottle of water back to my office to enjoy the peace and quiet of my lunch hour. Today I pause while reaching for that 2nd bottle of water, but I know the rules of our games and if I don't play by those rules then I am not playing at all. I would be cheating and I hate people who cheat at games.

As I get back to my office I see that I have another message from my Sweet Beloved:

"Halfway through your day. How goes it?"

I reply "Fine. I am still playing, but it's getting uncomfortable."

His reply was "Close your door."

I hop up and close my office door. By the time I get back to my desk I have a video call coming in. I answer and see the face of the man who sent me out of the house with a full bladder.

"Hi Hon, are you remembering to drink your water?" 

I state that I am and pull up my first bottle to show him one is empty. He shakes his head and asks if that's all so far? I say it's what I normally go through by this point. He tells me to drink more. I pull up my new bottle and tip it up drinking a large bit of it while he watches. He smiles at me and then I see him get up from his home office desk. He takes me with him via the video phone. I watch him walk through the house until he gets to the bathroom. He turns the phone around and I see him remove his penis from his shorts and then he holds his phone out so I am a voyeur to him peeing a rich stream into the toilet. The sight and sound squeezes my bladder and I start dancing in my seat.

He turns the phone back around laughing at my obvious torment.

"I just wanted to check on you M'Love. You enjoy the rest of your day and I'll see you when you get home."

I smile and tell him he's being cruel, but that I still love him and we hang up. 

As normal, lunch helps me polish off my 2nd bottle of water and I delve back into work so I can stop thinking about the pressure I am feeling in my lower abdomen. Finally by 3:00 my body starts betraying me and I become thirsty again. I get up and head to the break room and find walking by the bathroom almost impossible, but I do. The pressure on my tummy is almost audible. I grab my water bottle and take the long way back to the office so I don't have to pass the bathroom again. 

As the last 2 hours drag by I get over half the last water bottle into me, but I simply cannot drink anymore and I start to notice a strange sensation. As I sit at my desk knowing that I have to pee and cannot, I find myself feeling a pressure not only in my bladder area but also in my pussy. The longer I concentrate on this the more turned on I get. I am making myself miserable and I think I am enjoying doing it. 

Finally 5 PM comes and I make a beeline to my car. The sooner I get home the sooner I can get some relief from my now very overfull bladder. The ride home isn't bad as far as traffic goes, but I do find myself cursing the bad condition of the roads. I am feel every bump and divot in the concrete as a strong pressure in my belly. After what seems like an eternity I pull into our driveway.

My husband meets me at the door and gives me a hello kiss. I try to skirt around him, but he blocks me.

"Hey where ya going? Don't you want to tell me about your day? Don't you want to ask about mine?" 

I stand there and dance like a toddler and reply 

"Can't. Gotta pee" At that he smiles and pushed me back out of the door and then shuts it behind me. Taking my keys from me he locks the door and says 

"In a minute, I need to run to the store. " 

I just stare at him in disbelief and watch him smile at me and then head to the car. Knowing arguing is useless I drop my head and walk over the passenger side of the car and gingerly get it. I was doing so much better before I had gotten home and had that hope that since I was home I could finally relieve this pressure on my bladder. I swear he took every bump he could find while he drove the 4 blocks to the store. Once we got there he says "Let's go." 

I tried to tell him it was okay that I would just wait in the car, but he shook his head. He had forgotten his wallet so I would have to come in with him since he didn't have his bank card. Cursing under my breath I knew he 'forgot' his wallet on purpose.

Walking was becoming almost impossible at this point and I find myself shuffling more than walking. Gladly, he had some mercy on me and only grabbed a few things. At the checkout while the cashier was ringing out our groceries he asks loud enough for those around us to hear 

"You Ok Honey? You look a little odd." I immediately turn bright red and just mumble that I am fine and that I am just tired. He chuckles and then we're on our way out the door.

The ride home is even worse but I know we're almost there and that he's had his fun now so this game has got to start winding down to the end. Once we're back in the driveway he gathers the groceries and takes them to the front stoop and then sits down and just looks up at me.

"Okay, this was funny, but I really have to go now." 

My dear sweet husband just smiles and replies

"Then go."

I stamp my foot in impatience and glare at my husband, but he just sits there.

"I'm not opening this door until you've wet yourself."

"You've got to be kidding."

"I am not. I have all night."

To illustrate this point he pulls a bottle of water out of the grocery bag, opens it and downs a good third of it. Then he pulls a banana out of the bag and starts eating it.

"You've got to be kidding me. You're kidding right?"

"Nope."

"But my clothes will be ruined."

"Nah.. they'll wash."

"But someone will drive by."

"So?"

"Okay. This is not funny. Open the damned door."

"Nope. Not until you do what your told."

I just stare at him while he folds the banana peel and places it back in the bag. After drinking another third of his bottle of water he leans back against the house and just watches me. I look around the neighborhood. It's relatively quiet out here. It's almost 6:30 by this time. All good little kids are in the house either eating dinner or doing their homework and the traffic has died down to almost none. All the daily commuters have already made it home for the day.

"Really, Honey?"

"Really."

Looking around again. I wonder if I could do this? I feel so much going on in my body right now. My bladder is so full it's about to burst. My pussy is on fire with the earlier excitement and my cheeks are blazing red as I just stand at the foot of the stoop looking up at my husband who's just smiling back at me. I tell myself just to get it over with and then I can go inside. I tell myself to pee, but I can't! I stand in disbelief. I can't pee on myself. I push a little trying to force it, but again nothing. 

"I can't."

"You will. We'll wait."

"No, I don't think I can do this out here."

"You will."

As if to prove his point he opens the water bottle and hands it out to me.

"No thanks. I'm good."

"Fine by me." he smirks as he drinks the last of it.

I take another look around the quiet neighborhood and realize that the neighbors on our right aren't home. Neither of their cars are in the drive. Seeing that I walk over to the large tree in our front yard and hide behind it. This should block me from the house across from us and to our left. I try again forcing my will to release my bladder, but still nothing... I cannot pee.

I stamp my feet and cry out my frustration.

"Did you try relaxing?" I hear from beside me. I turn to look and he's turned to watch me. 

"I'm trying."

My husband is no more help as he crosses his ankles, intertwines his fingers on his stomach and goes back to just watching. 'Relax, just relax. Think relaxing thoughts I tell myself, but it's not helping. Actually it's making things worse. Knowing my beloved is patiently waiting for me to lose bladder control all over myself is strangely erotic. This is not normal for me. I am not one who's into humiliation. We've tried female watersports before, but it wasn't a big turn on to either of us then. Now I find myself incredibly turned on. Finally wondering if it will help I reach my hand down and press it against my mound. The jolt of electricity that snakes up my spine is wonderful and I press again into my core. I hear my husband shift and I can imagine him scooting closer so he can watch what I am doing. I don't look at him. Instead I open my waistband and run my hand down under my panties.

I internally shake my head. I am standing on my front lawn, hiding behind a tree, fingering my pussy in the hopes that it will let me piss all over myself. This is not where I thought I would be when I woke up late this morning. 

Throwing those thoughts out, they're not helping anyway, I lean back against the tree and start concentrating on my tingling pussy. I am wet with juice, not yet pee. I sink my fingers in and then pull the moisture up to my hard button. It feels so good. Rubbing my hard clit, I can feel the tingling start to turn into waves of pleasure that are building to an impending orgasm. Pushing myself against the tree I bring myself to orgasm muffling my pleasure so I do not draw any attention of the neighbors.

Laying back against the tree trying to catch my breath I see again if I can release my bladder. Slowly, I feel the pressure start to break. As I concentrate I can feel the warmth start to pool between my legs. I know it's working. Soon there's no stopping it. Within 15 seconds of my orgasm I am soaking through my panties and looking down I can see my tan slacks starting to darken at the top of the Y that my thighs make. Soon this small wet spot starts to spread and then there's two channels running down my legs. Thinking quickly I kick my shoes off and stand there as the piss runs all the way down my legs and out the bottom of my slacks. 

It doesn't stop. I stand there mortified as my slacks are soaked and I am still urinating on myself. I look up at my husband and he's watching me intently, his eyes drifting back and forth between my face and my now completely ruined bottoms. After what seems like an eternity it starts to slow. I feel completely spent after the release of both the orgasm and bladder. I sink down the tree until I am squatting trying to regain control on my body, mind and soul. 

I don't even hear my husband approach until he's standing right before me. I look up and see him pull his zipper down and pull his semi-hard cock from his shorts. 

"You missed some."

I start to ask what he means by 'I missed some' when he starts releasing his own bladder and covers parts of my pants that aren't already covered in my urine. I sputter and start to get up, but he puts a hand on my shoulder holding me in place. I quiet down and he starts aiming his stream over more than just my slacks. Soon I have his fluid dripping from my chin, my breasts and the tips of my nose.

"Now be a good piss rag and clean this up." He steps up to me and offers his spent hose to my face. I reach my tongue out and lick the remaining drop that's not yet fallen from his cock head. I can tell he likes that as he hardens even more right in front of my face. I open my mouth and he pushes his cock in. I suck any remaining fluid from him and he grunts. Holding my head back against the tree. he starts fucking my face, pushing himself into me.

Harder and harder he pushes his now rock hard cock into my mouth and I can hear him calling me his 'piss whore' and telling me how nasty I am. I cannot argue as I can see myself squatting against the tree fully soaked in both my and his piss while he uses my mouth as a substitute pussy.

After just a few minutes, I can feel him getting close to cumming. At the last minute he pulls out of my mouth and uses the hand that's not holding my head to the tree to stroke himself to completion. He aims his seed across my face and soon I am covered with even more body fluids. 

"Now you can go in." he says as he puts his now softening member back into his shorts. I look down at myself and know that I cannot go inside with these wet clothes. If I did I would drip pee onto the carpets. With a sigh of resignation I start stripping down to my panties and bra. I ball up my clothes and he hands me the plastic bag the groceries were in. Grabbing my shoes, I streak to the now open door and run to the bathroom where I stand in the shower to remove my bra and panties. 

My husband joins me in the shower and we both wash away our day, both happy with the way it turned out.



(Edited by PokingFun - Thank you very much for your time and great comments!)



I Need to Hear You Whimper



As a self-identified whimperholic, I listened to a bunch of audios that made me wet without fail, and I had to muse about it all while taking care of myself once more.

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I Need To Know



A big 'Thank You' goes to my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, who always make my stories easier to read. 

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It was a dark and stormy night. I've always wanted to start a story off that way. This time it was dark and cloudy both outside the window, and also inside my heart.

My wife of five years was in the hospital in a coma. I would be headed back over there shortly. She was in a traffic accident two days ago and my three year old son was killed. The man she was with was killed also. I didn't have any particulars yet since it happened on a Friday night. I worked the afternoon turn at the factory and received a call from the hospital. The man's wife was also at the hospital. She was a pretty woman even in her old blouse and jeans. She was crying over her loss as was I. 

We talked a little, really not knowing each other. We knew we would have to meet again and see what we could figure out. Right now everything was in limbo. Was it a meeting? Were they having an affair? I just didn't know, and why did Lydia take our son with her? So many question, and no answers. Hopefully, all the questions would come out in the next few days.

I was at home changing clothes when the phone rang; it was the hospital. Lydia was coming out of her coma but they didn't think she was going to make it. Too many internal injuries. I rushed to the hospital as fast as I could. They let me into the intensive care unit immediately. Her mom came out of the room crying as I went in. In the lobby were her two brothers and their wives, along with her younger sister and her father.

Lydia was in a drug induced state. Her voice was just a whisper. She looked at me through half-closed eyes and said, "Derek, I'm so sor...."

She passed on. Her final words were, "Derek, I'm so..." then maybe "sorry?" I don't know; I guess I never will. My problem is my name is Jerry.

I left the room in tears. Her family were all crying out in the lobby. What was happening to me? The loss of my son, and now my wife. It seemed so unreal. I wanted to wake up from this nightmare. Unfortunately, I wasn't dreaming. I went and hugged all mys. What was I to say to them? I didn't know anything. Right now I had other problems to deal with. Tuesday I would be burying my three year old son and on Wednesday I would now be burying my wife of five years. I had no answers; everything would just have to wait till after the funerals.

When I got home, my answering machine was so full of messages that it had stop taking them. Friends and family all asking questions. The police and insurance companies were also calling. My head was a mess. I just sat down in my chair and cried. I eventually dozed off when I was awakened by the ringing of the phone.

The caller ID said it was a D. Cain. I decided to answer it.

"Hello, Johnson residence." I answered.

'Mr. Johnson? Jerry Johnson?"

"Yes, it is. Who is this?" I asked.

"It's Connie, Connie Cain. My husband was killed in the accident along with your son and now I heard your wife didn't make it. I just wanted to give you my condolences. I know how hard this is for you, since I'm going through a similar experience. I'm a mess right now." She started crying.

"Connie, I'm sorry for your loss too. I would very much like to get with you and we can compare notes or something. Right now I have the two funerals to contend with. I'll be burying my son on Tuesday, and Lydia, my wife, on Wednesday. Maybe we can get together sometime after that. I very much want to talk with you."

"Jerry ... is it alright to call you Jerry?"

"Of course, Connie."

"My husband's funeral is on Tuesday also. So, anytime after that would be fine."

"Connie, can I ask you a couple of questions?"

"By all means, Jerry, I'm as overwhelmed as you. Anything I can do to help solve these unanswered questions, I'm willing to do."

"Did you know my wife? Her name is Lydia Johnson. It was Lydia Moore, before we were married. Also was your husband's name Derek? On a personal note, how long have you been married and do you have a family?"

"Jerry, I'm not sure but I think your wife might have sold us our house around four years ago. I can get you the exact date if you need. Since then, I have never seen or heard her named mentioned. Not even by Derek. We've been married nine years and have two kids. A boy, Dillon, who is seven, and a girl, Darla, who is five."

"Were you or maybe even your husband looking to buy property or buy another house?"

"We often talked about purchasing a cottage, but I have no idea if he was checking into it or not. As I mentioned, it was just talk."

"Did you know if he was with anyone last Friday? You know, did he have a scheduled appointment or work on Friday?

"Not that I was aware of, Jerry. He often came home late, so until I got the call from the hospital I didn't suspect anything."

"Thank you, Connie. I've bothered you enough for now and I am very sad for your loss. I just hope we can come up with some answers for closure. It was really nice talking to you and again, I'm very sorry." I hung up the phone.

One connection, so far. She might have sold them their house four years ago. At least I have somewhere to start. Poor Connie, two kids and now no father. I really felt sorry for her. My life wasn't the only one that was a mess.

Even though it was Sunday the insurance company left a message for me to call them. They asked for more information than I had so far. I would have to get the police report and get back to them.

At the moment I both loved and hated Lydia. She was my loving wife and the mother of my only child. Now they're both gone. The grief was so strong I couldn't even think straight. I tried to think back on our happier times together.

How does one deal with all these emotions at once? I needed a clear head just to deal with the losses and the funeral. God, I wish that damn phone would stop ringing. I listened to most of the messages and then turned the ringer off and let the answering machine take the calls again. I needed rest; I hadn't really slept since before the accident. I went over to the couch - I didn't want to be in my bed - and laid down and thought about my life until I fell asleep.

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Lydia and I met while she was still in school ... well, junior college. She was taking courses in real estate. I worked at the factory as a maintenance helper. I was in the apprentice program to become a maintenance man. We did the plumbing and electrical stuff as well as some machine repair. It was the highest paying hourly jobs at our plant. At least I had the brains to get into the program.

Lydia and I dated for about two years before I popped the question. We were married a few months later. She sold real estate and I worked maintenance on the afternoon turn. We didn't see each other a lot but we did get along pretty good. We spent all the time we could together. We made love at the drop of a hat. I'd get home from work about mid-night and wake her up and we'd make love. Sometimes we would just have raw sex. We seemed to be pretty good together. She never complained about being awakened for sex. After we finished, she'd just cuddle up to me and go back to sleep. What more could a guy ask for?

Lydia had made her biggest sale and we went out and celebrated. When we got home we had the best sex possible. We did it three times that night. The first time was for me, but Lydia wanted more. This was the first time we did it three times in about an eight hour period. Each time she wanted me to come deep in her vagina. Each time I held it as tight as I could against her till she could feel my juices shooting into her. She wanted a fourth time but I just didn't have it in me. I told her I could do her orally, but she said that was alright; she was tired too.

Nine months later little Mikey, our son, was born. He was our pride and joy. I watched him a lot during the day when she had to work and of course she had him when I went to work. Everyone argued who he looked like. It was evenly divided with half saying Mikey looked like me and the other half saying he looked more like Lydia. We didn't care who he looked like he was our pride and joy.

Lydia wanted to spend more time with Mikey and me so she started working part time. It was fine with me because I wanted her to be home too. Life was good. We argued like every married couple does. We didn't have a girl's or boy's night out. We preferred to go out as a family or we did visit our families a lot. As I mentioned, Lydia had two brothers and a sister. My mom was living and was remarried. Dad passed away when I was around five. I had one sister a couple of years younger who was also married and had one daughter.

We never had a problem getting a babysitter. We had lots of volunteers. I guess that's another reason I thought it was odd that Lydia had Mikey with her that night. Someone would have surely watched him. What I was hearing was that she never mentioned to anyone that she was going out. 

On Monday I called my boss who was already aware of the death of my family members. I told him I needed a couple of weeks off to get everything in order. Of course he was sympathetic to me and told me to take all the time I needed. The first five days would count as family funeral leave, and then I could use whatever vacation I needed. If I needed more time, I just needed to give him a call.

Most of the next couple of days would be spent at the funeral home. It couldn't have been much worse. On Tuesday, when I saw the lifeless body of my son lying there; I cried and I cried. No parent should have to bury their kids! It's just not right. Of course all the family and friends were asking questions about Lydia and Derek. What could I say? I didn't know anything. Eventually they got the hint and didn't mention it to me anymore. I knew behind my back that there was a lot of gossiping going on.

After Mikey's funeral, which was first thing in the morning, I found myself going to another funeral home, where another funeral was going to be taking place. I was standing in the back of the parlor, still in my black suit and just watched the people. I didn't know anyone but I wanted to hear the gossiping.

"Who was that woman he was with?" "Was he having another affair?" "Poor, Connie, now has two small children to raise on her own."

I figured this is the kind of talk that was going on at Mikey's funeral and would be the same shit tomorrow at Lydia's.

"This wasn't his first time, you know. Connie caught him before."

"Connie said he was looking at property. That's a likely story."

"Connie sure looks good, even in black. Wonder if she played around like old Derek"

"Damn, if I had a woman like Connie waiting at home for me, I sure wouldn't be looking for any strange."

"Did you hear that there was a kid in the car too?

I had heard enough. I was getting ready to leave when Connie spotted me. She quickly came back to see me. I should have gone up front but didn't want all these people wondering who I was.

"Jerry, why are you here?" She hugged me.

"I don't know; I just buried my son and found myself driving here."

"I'm so sorry, Jerry. Nothing could be worse than burying your child. There are my two kids up front waiting for the service to start. Jerry, please call me Thursday; we must talk. I know you're hearing the rumors. Please come by. Just call me first," as she handed me a card with her address and phone number on it.

The service was about to start so I made a quick exit. I stopped by my sister's where there was a kind of wake going on for Mikey. All it amounted to is that we were feeding a lot of people before they went home. There was very little conversation going on about my son. In most of these peoples' mind he would be forgotten in the next couple of days. He would live in my heart forever.

After eating, I headed back for the evening hours for Lydia. The pain and the heartbreak all over again. It was more of the same. The whispers, the people who stopped talking when I walked by. I almost wish someone would run up to me and say, "Your wife was having an affair with Derek. Here's the proof." I knew that wasn't going to happen. I don't even know if there was an affair.

I sat through a horrible three hours at the funeral home and knew I had to do it again in the morning. I would be glad when this was over. I kept looking at a beautiful Lydia lying there. She looked so peaceful, I was waiting for her to just wake up.  

"Why, Lydia Why? What did you do? Why did you do it?" I cried. I just couldn't help it.

Wednesday was more of the same. I was glad when the funeral was over. Lydia's mom had the wake at her house this time. As I was eating, I realized I wouldn't be spending much time with this family anymore. What would be the point? Their daughter and grandson were both dead now. All I would be was bad memories. I think we all knew it but nobody mentioned it.

I left after eating and went back to my house. We bought it when it came on the market. It was a small house that needed a lot of fixing up. It had a nice back yard that we fenced in for Mikey. I looked out the back door and saw his swing set. I couldn't count the times he asked me to push him on his swing. I knew I now had the horrible job of sorting through all the clothes and things. I decided to call Lydia's sister and sisters and let them have any of Lydia's clothes and personal items.

They said they would be over that evening. They came and rummaged through Lydia's closets and drawers. I had already gone through them looking for anything that would help my hunt for information. I let Lydia's sister have the wedding ring to pass on to her daughter. I didn't have any use for it. When the women were done rummaging through everything, they hugged and kissed me goodbye. I let them take any of little Mikey's clothes also. When they were finished, I took the rest of the clothes and put them in garbage bags. I would drop them off at the Salvation Army tomorrow.

About nine that night the phone rang.

"Hello."

"Hello, Jerry, Connie again. I didn't want to bother you but I needed to tell you I was there today."

"Connie, it isn't a bother to talk to you. In fact, you're the only person who understands what's going on. Where were you today? At the funeral - Lydia's funeral?"

"Yes, Jerry, I stood in the back and listened to the horrible talk. It looks like everyone has their minds made up , don't they?"

"Connie, don't worry what others think. They want the worst because it's better gossip. Why didn't you come up front? No one would have known who you were."

"I did go up and look at her, Jerry. She was a beautiful woman. She was also the woman who sold us our house four years ago."

"I didn't see you come up."

"I waited until you left the room. Then I went up and said a prayer for you. I left a minute or two later."

"Connie, you think they had an affair, don't you?"

"I don't know, Jerry. They might have, but I have absolutely no proof right now. Will I see you tomorrow?"

"Yes, I'll call you after I go by the police station. They have the accident report ready. They left a message on the answering machine. So, I'll see you tomorrow, Connie."

"Goodnight, Jerry." She hung up the phone.

Chapter 2

I slept on the couch another night. I know I would have to sleep in the bed eventually. First, I needed to get Lydia's personal things out of the room which I had done. I would wash the sheets and blankets also. This might not seem right but I needed to get the smell of Lydia out of the room. I loved her very much, but now she was gone and I had to go on with my life. I even changed the room around so it would look different when I walked into it.

I got dressed and headed to the police station. I kept a small notepad in my vest pocket to jot down any information or leads. I was going to do nothing for the next week but track down leads and try to get some answers.

At the police station - it was actually the sheriff's office - I talked to the investigating deputy. I asked him to explain everything to me, not to worry about what I might think.

"Deputy Burke, I need answers. My wife was killed along with my son. I know a man named Derek Cain was also killed. I didn't know this man. Maybe there was an affair or maybe there wasn't. All I'm looking for is the truth. Nothing can be changed now. Mrs. Cain and I are both looking for closure."

"Well, Mr. Johnson, when I arrived we found the car overturned into the gully down over the hillside. Our best guess is that your wife was driving and was going at an excessive speed and missed the curve. There were brake marks at the curve which tell us this was not intentional." The deputy looked at me. "It ruled out suicide."

"Were they fully clothed sir, or did it look like they might have been doing anything intimate at the time." I asked.

"No, they were both fully clothed. No sign whatsoever of any intimate activity. They were killed when the vehicle rolled over at least twice coming to rest on its top. There is no other information that I can give you at the present time."

"Thank you, officer." 

"Mr. Johnson, I have a couple of questions for you. Do you have any idea where they were headed? We figure they were coming from town. We were wondering where they met up. Mrs. Cain said her husband's car was still parked at his office. We thought Mrs. Johnson might have gone there to pick him up."

"It's very likely that she picked him up there. My wife sells - or should I say sold - real estate. They might have been looking at properties. I wish I knew. If I find out anything at all, I'll let you know. Please keep me informed if you find out anything also."

"One more thing, Mr. Johnson, your insurance company asked for the vehicle so they could inspect it. We will need your consent to turn it over to them."

"I want to look through it first if I may. I'm going to the insurance office later and I'll take a release form with me."

"That's fine with me. If we find out anything at all, we'll contact you," the officer said.

After leaving the Sheriff's Department I called Connie.

"Hello."

"Connie, it's Jerry. I've got a little information from the police department. I'm headed over to talk to the insurance company now.."

"Jerry, can I meet you at the insurance company?"

"What for?"

"They called me and asked to see me. I guess they want to settle with me. Depending on your wife's policy, they have medical and bodily injury coverage to pay for. I really don't want to face them alone."

"Connie, you are going to sue me and you want me to be there while you're doing it?

"Jerry, Derek was in the insurance business. I will explain it to you later but, yes, in a sense I'm suing you. I'm not taking anything from you, Jerry, believe me. What I get in insurance, I'm putting away for my kids. They come first in my life. You need to understand that. I promise I won't take anything from you."

"Okay, Connie, I trust you for some reason. Don't go using me. I want us to help each other, not be at odds."

"Believe me, Jerry, you are one person that I would never want to hurt. You are an innocent bystander in this whole mess. I'll meet you at the insurance office in about an hour. I'll need to take my kids to my mother's.

I was in the insurance company's parking lot waiting for Connie. I'm not up much on this insurance stuff so I hope she was being honest with me. All I had left was my home and personal belongings. I did have six years in my retirement but I knew no one could touch it. I also had about ten grand in a savings program the company offered. It wasn't losing that little bit of material items that would bother me. It was losing the only person whom I could share experiences with right now.




I Need To Know



Connie pulled up in her van. She came over to my car and got in. 

'Jerry, I need to explain this insurance stuff to you. I want you to know I will not take anything from you. I need you to know that. Is that why you're staring at me, Jerry. I feel somewhat uncomfortable."

"I'm sorry, Connie. I'm really sorry for staring at you. This was the first time I saw you other than in distress. You are a beautiful lady. God, I'm so sorry for staring at you. I have no right to look at you like that."

"Jerry, it's okay. I thought you might think I was trying to use you and it bothered me that you would think that of me. Thank you for the compliment though."

"Connie, I buried my wife of five years yesterday and I find myself looking at you. It isn't right, not after one day."

"Quit beating yourself up for being human. Maybe we should change the subject back to insurance. I will only sue for the value of your insurance. I don't expect a million dollar suit here. We'll have to see what amount of coverage your wife had."

We walked into the insurance office together. 

"Jerry Johnson and Connie Cain, we're here to see Mr Bower."

The receptionist looked up and gave us a business type smile and called Todd Bower. He was our agent for the insurance company. He came out and greeted us but was surprised to see us together.

"I'm so sorry to hear about your wife and son, Jerry. I know this has to be a traumatic time for you." He looked over at Connie. "I'm also sorry for the loss of your husband, Mrs. Cain. This is trying times for all of us."

"Todd, we both lost loved ones. Your company will lose some money. Hardly comparable losses. I know you mean well and thank you for your condolences but we want to get all this insurance stuff out of the way. It isn't the most pleasant of circumstances."

"I agree, Jerry. The claims adjusters are in my office. Who wants to go first?"

"If it's all the same to you, Mr. Bower, we'll come in together. You see, we are here to support each other in our losses. Also, my husband, Derek, was an insurance agent and I understand policies and might be able to support Jerry in that respect," Connie said.

I know that Todd was taken aback. He did say that we could come in together, even though it wasn't his preference in doing so.

The adjuster looked at both Connie and I and said, "I'm sorry, but this is not good business practice for both of you to be here together. I'm afraid that one of you will have to leave the office."

"Listen, Mr. Who-ever-you-are, I lost my wife and son, This lady lost her husband. I don't give a damn about your damn business practices. We can either settle this insurance claim right now or we will pack up pur papers and see you in court together. The choice is yours."

"Okay Mr. Johnson, I didn't mean to be so abrupt at a time like this. I do apologize. If the two of you will please sit down, we will get these claims taken care of."

Without going through a lot of insurance babble, Connie actually told the insurance company what we expected. My policy paid one hundred thousand bodily injury, per person per accident. That's what Connie asked for. Needless to say with her insurance expertise, she received it.

The adjuster told me that I would receive the pay off on the car which was eight thousand dollars, also five thousand medical on my wife and the same for my son. I had no other claim. Connie showed him an accidental death clause in my policy which entitled me to an additional ten thousand dollars for each loss unless they could prove it wasn't an accident.

The claims adjuster wasn't real happy but knew that Connie was right. The only comeback he had was that the accidental death wouldn't be paid until they had a chance to look over the vehicle for anything that may have contributed to the accident.

After the meeting I talked with Todd. "Todd, thank you for meeting with us. Please call me if you find out any information. You can call me when the investigation is complete."

Since he was my agent and not the claims adjuster, he treated us with more respect, and said he would get back with us as soon as the claims were finished.

"Connie, thank you. I had no idea I had money coming. I thought they would just pay for the car and then cancel my insurance. I need some way to thank you. Have you eaten lunch yet?"

"No, I haven't eaten much in the last few days. I think my appetite is starting to come back. Do you think it's a wise move having lunch with me?"

"Connie, we did nothing wrong. We both had family killed in an accident. Right now you are the only person I know that understands my situation. Besides, as much as I don't want to do it, we have to start comparing notes. We need whatever closure we can find. Now, how about that lunch?"

"I'd love to have lunch. I have a few things to tell you also. Let me call my mother so she doesn't worry too much. I might be thirty-two but I'm still my mother's little girl.'

When we were about finished eating, Connie looked at me. She was a beautiful woman but I could see hurt in her eyes. I knew she had something she needed to tell me.

"Jerry, I have to tell you about me and Derek. We met in college. We started dating and before we knew it we became lovers and then husband and wife. Two years later we started our family. As you know I have a son and a daughter, who are ages seven and five. I have pretty much been a stay-at-home mom. I have a degree in business management and do billing for The Doctor's Clinic. I can have my kids and see them too. Derek is, or was a business executive at Copco Insurance. He started out as an agent and eventually became part of management." Connie stopped talking for a moment. I knew she was choked up.

"What I need to tell you is that I know that Derek had a number of affairs. I caught him more than once. I will tell you that his affairs were not long-lasting. After the last one, about two years ago, I told him if I ever caught him being unfaithful again that I would take the kids and divorce him. He seemed to straighten up after that."

"So, did he have an affair with Lydia?"

"I don't know, Jerry. I wish I knew for sure. I have found nothing that linked them together. We did buy the house off Lydia four years ago. I guess they could have been together, but I can't prove it. I wish I could tell you more, but I can't." She was crying. I reached across the table and held her hands tightly in my own.

"Connie, you must have figured out as I have that my son Mikey was born approximately nine months after you bought your house. I remember Lydia coming home saying she had her biggest sale to date. We went out and celebrated and of course made love a number of times. Now, I have to wonder if Mikey was my son. In my heart he will always be mine, but you have to understand I have to do a DNA to know for sure if he was my biological son. I can't accuse Lydia without proof. Lydia has never done anything to make me distrust her." I had tears in my eyes now. We both stood up and Connie hugged me as a friend.

"Connie, is it alright to keep in contact with you? Tomorrow, I'm going over to the real estate office and gather up Lydia's things. Maybe I will find something. A date, a memo, a letter, something tangible."

"Jerry, call me anytime. I'm going to Derek's office tomorrow to gather up his stuff and to talk to his bosses about his benefits. I'm not being cold here. I really cared for Derek, but know I'm a widow with two small children to support.

The next day I stopped by Lydia's office and gathered up her things. She had a picture of me and Mikey on her desk. All her friends kept crying and it just made it worse for me. Everyone said the same thing. 

"Call me if you need anything," or "Let me know if there is anything I can do." I did ask her friends if they knew Derek. It was a hard question but I had to ask.. No one said that they ever knew him. I didn't know if they were telling the truth or just protecting Lydia's memory.

I stopped by a DNA clinic on the way home. I was tested and I gave them little Mikey's hair brush and toothbrush. I can't tell you how hard that was to do. The clinic doctor told me it would be at least three weeks before he had the results. He mentioned that his clinic wasn't a televison show where they could get the results in an hour. He took down my information and told me to call him if I didn't hear from him by the end of the month.

I went home and scoured through Lydia's papers. I took down a few numbers that showed up a number of times on her phone records or on her daily log. In her appointment book on the Friday of the accident she had the initial D on the page and a time of 7:00pm written in. I figure that meant Derek at seven. Was it an appointment or an affair? I looked back through her appointment book some more and found a month and a half earlier on a Friday, the exact same information. D at six, what did it mean?

I called Connie that evening and told her I went and got tested. I also told her about Lydia's appointment book. She said she hadn't had time to go through Derek's stuff yet. She had to sign a lot insurance forms and had to go to the Social Security office and start her claim for her kids. I asked her if I could see her but she said family members were coming over this weekend and it probably wouldn't be a good idea. I told her I would call her next week or she could call me after looking through Derek's appointment books. We said our goodbyes and I continued looking for clues as to what happened.

Chapter 3

A few days had passed and I wasn't any farther ahead in drawing any conclusions. I got a listing of all real estate that was for sale within a twenty mile radius of the accident. My God, so many places for sale. I remember Connie had said that Derek had mentioned possibly buying a cottage, so I started there. It narrowed the list considerably. I jumped in my pickup and started driving by these cottages. I had a picture of Lydia with me to see if she was trying to sell any of the properties. The funny thing I learned about selling real estate was that an agent could sell any listing of properties. Not just the ones with their agency, but from all agencies. The commission was just split between the two agencies.

I must have looked at about twelve properties. I headed for the next one which was a cottage called Valley View, where an older gentleman said he remember Lydia asking to show the property to a client. He said he thought it was a couple of months before. He mentioned to me that he told the young lady that he wouldn't be there and he gave her the key to the property. He showed me around. It was a small three room cottage, and was fully furnished. I couldn't help staring at the bed in the bedroom. The gentleman saw me looking and said he had clean linen in the drawer for the people who stayed. He still rented it out at a daily rate if anyone was interested. He did mention she had seen him again the week before and asked to show it again. He put the key in the mailbox for her but didn't think she showed up. I told him it was my wife and it was her that was killed that weekend. She was probably going to show the property again. He gave me his condolences and I was on my way.

Finally, I figured that Lydia was going to show the property to Derek. At least I knew that part was hopefully for business. On Thursday, I received a call from Connie.

"Jerry, I'm so sorry that I didn't get back to you sooner. I've had a lot on my mind lately and a lot of company still coming around, paying their respects."

I thought for a moment. No one has come to see me since the two funerals. I received a few phone calls but no one stopped by. My mom and step-father lived in another state and went back home. I talked to them a few times over the phone. No one from Lydia's family has been by since I gave them the clothes.

"I understand, Connie. I don't expect you to drop everything just for me. I did find out some more stuff today. Is there any chance we can get together tonight or tomorrow?"

"Tonight would be great, Jerry. I'll drop my kids off at my mom's place and come over to your place if you don't mind."

"Okay, I'll see you around six. I'll order in some Chinese if you like."

"Yes, I love Chinese food, Jerry; I'll see you at six."

After hanging up the phone I started cleaning up the place. I was running around doing dishes and even moping the floor. You would have thought I had a special friend coming over and needed to impress her. What was I thinking? I was doing exactly that. I guess I wanted Connie's approval.

Connie showed up right on time. She was dressed in a nice blouse and black skirt. She really looked nice. She saw me staring at her when I greeted her.

"Oh, sorry, I just came from another appointment. That's why I dressed like this."

"Shoot, I thought you might have dressed like that for me," I smiled.

She looked into my eyes. She could see through me, not even Lydia was able to do that. I was hurting, and I was alone. A very vulnerable situation.

"Jerry, before we talk about what we have found, I need to confide in you and tell you something personal."

"I'm here for you, Connie. You can confide in me. I promise it will never go any further."

"Derek and I were having big time marital problems. I know I told you that he had affairs. I thought he might be having one now but I don't know who with. We were headed for divorce and he knew it. He might have been looking for a place to buy that would still be in the area. I don't know. Mainly, what I want to tell you is that I fell out of love with Derek almost two years ago when I caught him in the affair with his secretary. I could never trust him after that. You need to know that I have never cheated on him, even though I had the opportunities. Hell, every woman has those opportunities."

"Why are you telling me this, Connie? I'm nearly a stranger to you. Why me, Connie?"

"I'm vulnerable, just like you. I lost my mate and am now widowed, just like you. I hurt inside and want to be wanted, to be loved, just like I see in your eyes. I know it's too soon since the death of our spouses. I know that, but I also want you to know that I will be available whenever you are ready. It might be the loneliness talking, but I trust you, Jerry. I know you heard the talk at the funeral home. I don't want men like them. I want a man that can be true to me, the way you were with Lydia. I can tell by the kind of person you are that you were always faithful to her, just like I was to Derek."

"I don't know what to say. Right now I feel like you're my only friend. I would like to see you often. We can just take it one day at a time."

Wow, she was something, and she spoke her mind. Thank God, the doorbell rang as our dinner arrived. We sat at the kitchen table and opened the boxes of food. Connie grabbed the chop sticks and started eating. I went to the drawer and got a fork. She laughed and asked for one also. We seemed to just click.

After we ate I told her about the man at the cottage. She handed me Derek's appointment book and on that fatal Friday, he had lvv 7:00 PM. I quickly turned back in his book and looked for the Friday the man spoke of. There it was, big bold letters, LVV, 6:00PM.

"What's LVV, Jerry?"

"Lydia, Valley View. They were going there."

"So, Derek was looking to buy a cottage?"

"Maybe, maybe not, they were going to this furnished cottage. Hopefully to check it out. Why didn't Lydia tell me? She, always tells me about possible sales. Why didn't Derek tell you? You're his wife. Wouldn't a man tell his wife if he was going to buy property?"

"At least we know where they were headed and that they were there once before," Connie said.

"Yeah, almost two months ago and no one seemed to know about it. Weird huh?" I replied.

We kept comparing notes. There weren't any connections in the past that popped up. Connie showed me some strange phone numbers. She told me she thought some of them were one night stands. She couldn't get the phone records from his office since it was a business, so all she had was his cell phone record. I went through Lydia's cell phone but I hadn't received the last month's bill yet. Connie said it was the same with Derek's. We would have to double check in a couple of weeks when their final cell bills came in.

I walked Connie to the door. We stared at each other for a minute. She was so pretty. She was about three years older than me but that meant nothing. I wanted to hold her, hug her and kiss her. Would it be so wrong to want someone?

She was about to open the door when I said, "Connie."

"Yes, Jerry?"

"Can I kiss you one time? If you say 'No' I'll understand."

She came to me and we kissed. Lightly wet, slightly opened mouth and very sensual. As we were kissing I pulled her to me and held her close. The kiss seem like it went on for minutes but was only a few seconds. As we parted slowly, she had a tear in her eye as did I.

"Thank you, Jerry. I really needed that."

"So did I Connie; so did I." She opened the door and left.

The following week I started back to work. It was actually a good thing. I was able to do something besides thinking about Lydia and now Connie. I talked to Connie at least every couple of days. We didn't see each other because we both knew we would move too fast. We became close phone friends. She would tell me about her kids and about her parents. She didn't hear much from Derek's parents. She did take the kids over periodically so they could see each other. She told me that a lot of Derek's parents' warmth toward her kids had cooled down. Apparently Derek had told them about a possible upcoming divorce.

When I got home from work one evening I was going through the bills and came across an unpaid hospital bill. It was for the removal of a fetus. What? A fetus, was Lydia pregnant? I couldn't sleep that night. The first thing in the morning I headed to the hospital to have this bill checked out. A doctor came up to me and said it was for a removal of a fetus when my wife was brought in. They told me she probably didn't even know she was pregnant. She was comatose when she was brought in. The fetus died in the crash and had to be removed to try and save Lydia's life. It was about a month or two old.

The billing department told me that the bill would be paid by my insurance. It was just that after one month they send us a copy. They did tell me that I received a copy of the bill when Lydia's body was released. I told them that was a trying time and I probably didn't see it.

That reminded me to go back to the DNA clinic to see about my tests. I headed over to pick them up. On the way to the clinic I thought about the unborn baby. Again the time frame sucked. That would have been around the same time she showed Derek's the cottage. Dammit, that one I would never know about.

When I got to the clinic I had to wait. It seemed like hours but was only about a half hour. The doctor called me into his office.

"Here are your DNA results, Mr. Johnson, and here is your son's."

I didn't pick up on the word son's.

"He was your son, Mr. Johnson."

I started to cry. I couldn't help it. It was now official - little Mikey was my son. The doctor came around and patted me on the shoulder. "I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson, but at least it gives you closure."

I thanked the doctor and left his office with my tests. I called Connie on my cell phone.

"Hello."

"Connie, I need to see you."

"What is it, Jerry? You really sound stressed out."

"I got my DNA test results."

"And?" asked Connie."

"Mikey was my son - my son, Connie. The little boy that died was my Mikey." I was crying again.

"I'm so happy for you, Jerry. I know you needed that closure and you wanted Mikey to be your son," said Connie.




I Need To Know



"I want to know if you would feel comfortable having dinner with me tonight. I kind of want to celebrate the news. Maybe celebrate isn't the right word but I wanted to share it with someone, and that someone is you."

"Okay, Jerry, let me call mom and let her know I'm having dinner out. I finally told her about you. She was a bit surprised but I think she's alright with it. Would you mind meeting her when we drop off the kids?"

"You mean I get to meet the kids too?"

"They know I talk to you all the time and want to know what you look like."

"I'll be there in about an hour. I have to go home and dress up a little. I'm meeting some special people and want to look my best."

"Jerry, just be yourself. I know they'll like you as much as I do."

I showed up at the door and a young lad answered it. "Are you Jerry? I'm sorry - are you Mr. Jerry? My name is Dillon."

"As a matter of fact, I am." I held out my hand. The young lad shook it.

"I'm very glad to meet you, Dillon. Your mom told me you were a big boy for your age. I bet you'd make a great ballplayer."

"Yeah, I love playing baseball. I'm a pitcher in Little League. Do you want to come to my game?"

"I'd like that very much, Dillon. I'll do my best to be there. Who's your little friend behind you?"

"Oh, that's just my little sister, Darla. She's only five. She follows me everywhere. I'm her big brother, you know."

"She's lucky to have a brother like you to look after her. Hi, sweetheart, I'm, let's see, you can call me Uncle Jerry, if you like. You sure are a pretty little girl."

Darla looked at me. "You got kids, Uncle Jerry?"

'Well, Darla, I had a son but he died in a car accident."

"So did my daddy; we miss him."

"I'm sorry to hear that, honey. Just remember him in your heart. I do that with my son. I remember the good times in my heart."

"What was his name?"

"Mikey - his name was Mikey."

Connie came to the door. "Dillon, why didn't you tell me Jerry was here?'

'We were talking, mom. Uncle Jerry's going to come to my games. Aren't you, Uncle Jerry."

"Yes, as long as I'm not working."

"That's what dad always said, but he always worked."

"When are your games, Dillon?"

"Saturday. We always have our games on Saturday."

"I promise I'll be there, Dillon, and I don't break promises."

"Thanks, Uncle Jerry."

Connie was smiling. Looks like I passed the first test. Now I have to meet Mrs. George, Connie's mother.

On the way to Connie's mom's, Dillon asked me questions.

"Uncle Jerry, are you really our uncle?"

"No, Dillon, it's just easier for you instead of calling me Mr. Johnson all the time."

"Do you like my mom? She told me and Darla that she likes you."

"Yes, I like your mother very much. She's a very nice lady."

"Yeah, and she's pretty too, isn't she, Uncle Jerry?

"Your mom is beautiful, Dillon. You and Darla are lucky to have such a nice and beautiful mother."

"Do you want to marry my mom, Uncle Jerry?"

Connie looked surprised, "I think you asked Jerry enough questions for now, Dillon. Sit back and talk to your sister till we get to Grandma's." She looked over at me and started laughing.

We got to her mom's and she introduced me. Her mom gave me a smile and thanked me for helping Connie through such a hard time. I told her it was a very hard time for all of us and it was nice that we could support each other.

Connie and I headed out for dinner. I told her again about Mikey being my son and then I told her about the miscarriage. She was shocked, especially when I told her the baby was conceived around two months ago. I told her it hopefully was just a coincidence.

On the way back to her mother's house, I parked in kind of a lovers lane. We talked some more and then I kissed her. We kissed again and again. We were like two teenagers out on a date. We stopped before things went too far. We knew we were going to be together one day, just not tonight. I took her back and we picked up the kids and I took them all home. I promised Dillon that I'd be at his game on Saturday.

I did make it to his game and Connie and I sat together with a lot of people watching us. Darla sat on my lap for most of the game. Afterwards we all went to Wendy's for a frosty on the way home.

It became a regular thing. Every Saturday I would go see Dillon play ball and hold Darla on my lap. Feelings between Connie and I were getting stronger and stronger. We started taking the kids with us when we went out to eat. We knew the next time we were alone that we would become intimate. It was something we could just feel happening between us.

It was the following week when a bombshell hit me. I got a call from Lydia's doctor.

"Mr. Johnson, could you please come to our office today? It's extremely important," the doctors nurse asked.

"What's this about? Lydia's dead."

"We would prefer to show you in person. We just came across it."

"I'll be there in a few minutes." 

As I went into the doctors office I asked, "What the hell was going on? Did Lydia forget to pay a bill or something?"

The doctor asked me to follow him into his private office.

"Mr. Johnson, I want to give you my personal condolences in the loss of Lydia and Mikey. I don't know if you knew that the day Lydia was killed she was in here for a checkup. She was pregnant, about two months along."

"Yes, I found out from the hospital when she miscarried during the accident. The doctors weren't sure if she even knew," I replied.

"While Lydia was waiting for me to verify the results, she wrote you a letter. I think she meant to give it to you but for some reason, when she left she forgot her receipts and the letter she wrote. We just put it into her file till she would come back. Of course no one read it till this morning."

"Lydia left me a letter?"

"I'm sure she meant to take it with her but forgot it. Our file clerk was going through our files and was getting ready to put Lydia's file in the deceased file folder. Of course we double checked our files first and came across this letter. It's addressed to you. I started to read it to verify it but stopped when it got personal. Here it is, Jerry. I'm very sorry for your losses. I'll leave you alone for a few minutes while you read it."

I read the letter. When I was finished, I was overcome with emotion and started crying. I was there in the office a good fifteen minutes. When I composed myself, I went out and thanked the doctor and the file clerk. I went and sat in my car and read the letter again and then headed down the road.

I called Connie while on my way home.

"Connie, I must see you now. It's important, very important."

"What is it, Jerry?"

"Lydia left me a letter. It was in her file at her doctor's office. I think it answers a lot of questions."

"Come on over, Jerry. I'll take the kids over to mom's house. I should be back in twenty minutes."

Connie invited me in. I sat there with the letter in my hand. I handed it over to Connie to read.

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Hi, Honey:

I was sitting here in the doctors office waiting while they double checked my test. Guess what? Mikey is going to have a brother or a sister. I wasn't feeling too good so I made a doctor's appointment for today. You went into work early so I didn't get a chance to tell you about the appointment. I hope you're happy about it. Eventually, I'll find out if it's a girl or a boy.

I was thinking about when he was conceived. I think it was when you took me out for our anniversary two months ago. When we got home we made love, over and over. Remember? The last time I wore you out like that was when Mikey was conceived.

The doctor went back to double check my tests but he's pretty sure I'm a preggy. It sounds funny saying that. Lydia's a preggy. I haven't told anyone yet. I wanted you to be the first to know. I even have Mikey here with me. I didn't get a sitter because I didn't want anyone to know before you. Are you out of shock yet?

I have an appointment tonight to sell a house so I know I'll get home a little late. I'll be dropping off my papers and the checkbook before I go. I sold this guy a house once before and he seemed pretty decent. I had an appointment with him a month or so ago and he came on to me. I put him in his place and told him I was happily married. I think he is getting a divorce, but anyway I'm taking Mikey along as kind of a security. Wow, my three year old for protection. Really, though, the guy isn't that bad but I want to keep it business. I will probably beat you home and will be sleeping. If you balance our check book tonight like you promised me, then you will see this letter. Otherwise I'll tell you in the morning.

Jerry, I love you and hope you're happy about the baby. Gotta go, the doctor is back with my tests. I see him smiling - Lydia's a preggy.

Love ya bunches

Lydia

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Connie was crying. We finally got closure. To the best of our knowledge nothing happened between Lydia and Derek. She was out to sell the cottage and was speeding and missed the turn. We figure that she thought I was Derek in the hospital and was about to apologize for the accident.

I had no reason to believe otherwise. My Lydia was faithful to me. I held Connie close and just hugged her. We decided to make a few copies of Lydia's letter and give them to our parents and Derek's parents. They could stop the rumor mill. We no longer had to deal with it. There was a new rumor going around now. Dillon has been telling people that his mom and I would probably be getting married and I would become his and Darla's new dad. I guess time will tell.

In the days to follow, we got the cell phone bills. It only showed four calls to Lydia. One was before the days they were together and one the day of.

It's been six months since this all took place. No more information emerged about Lydia and Derek together. Connie did check out a few more of her numbers and found Derek's latest girlfriend. It wasn't Lydia.

We received our insurance checks and they did state that there was no foul play as far as the vehicles went. Everything was pretty much settled when I received a call from Connie.

"Jerry, can you come over right now? I have something to share with you."

"I'll be right there," I said. What could she possibly want to share with me? The case of Lydia and Derek was pretty much solved.

I was at her door in ten minutes. She opened the door and pulled me in. She didn't say a word but gave me one of those very sensuous kisses. We must have kissed over and over again.

"Jerry, are you ready to make love to me?"

"Yes, Connie, I am."

We went to the bedroom and made love. Not a fuck, not a quickie, but sensuous love. We hugged and kissed and made love for a good hour. After that day, we were a couple and let everyone know it. We knew the wedding date wouldn't be that far away.

Life can be rough. There may be a lot of bumps along the road. No one has ever said life is easy. But, as a friend once told me, "Every storm ends and you may see the rainbow."

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Thank You for reading my story

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I Need to Move



This is a fictional story and nothing more. It is written not as a thesis or a book report to be corrected for spelling or grammar. It is written for the purpose of pleasure to the reader only. Please do not make anything more out of this. It is not a moral test or dilemma, nor is it to make anyone angry or upset. Please enjoy it and I will do my best to write more if you like it. If it is not something to your taste then silently move on and seek your pleasure elsewhere. Other than that I look forward to your comments and suggestions. Thanks and enjoy. 

Why I let my friend fuck my new wife I will never understand.

My name is Ryan and I had just married a girl I had dated for over two years. Her name was Barbie and the name fit her perfect. She was small and skinny weighing only 98 pounds when we married. She stood five foot four inches on her best day. She had small pert breasts with the most sensitive nipples I had ever seen on a woman. They also stood out when erect at least 3/8th to ½ an inch. If you pulled them and sucked them right she would have an orgasm from it. For being such a small woman her breasts were still 34C which made her look huge up top. Her ass was probably her best feature as it was perfectly round and tight. When she would bend over it would always make my cock start to rise just looking at her.

She was from a conservative family and because of her moral upbringing she would not have sex with me until we were married. I had only felt her up through her clothes on a couple of heated make out sessions but she would always stop me and say let's save it till we are married. I guess the allure of what you can't have worked for me as I proposed to her because of having blue ball syndrome constantly.

I was partners with a friend of mine, Barry, in a construction business at the time and he had allowed me to live with him and his wife, Pam. He had built a big house with the idea of resale and had plenty of room so I moved in. When I married Barbie and our honeymoon on the coast of Florida was over we naturally moved in with Barry and Pam until we could find us an apartment to move into.

I have to say sex with Barbie turned out to be a lesson more than a pleasure for me. She knew absolutely nothing about sex other than what she had read or seen during love scenes on DVDs. She would do whatever I directed her to do but she never did it on her own. 

On our honeymoon we tried to have sex the first night but she was so tight I couldn't get inside of her. She was crying from the pressure and pain when I tried to push hard until I felt bad and stopped. She wound up jacking me off and watching me cum which was a first for her. The next day I went out to a local drug store and bought some K-Y jelly and that night I lubed her up and finally got inside of her. She was so tight I came right off the bat. She was kind and told me it was ok and she said we could try again later. We did and finally I got inside without creaming and started banging away on her drum. Her first orgasm took me and her by surprise and she screamed out loud and began to cry. I stopped thrusting and asked if she were ok and she smiled and said yes and that she had never felt anything like it before. I was amazed that she had never cum before so I guessed that masturbation was not allowed with her upbringing also.

When we moved in with Barry and Pam they were not the sort of people Barbie had known in her upbringing. Both of them were very open with their sexuality and this embarrassed Barbie constantly. Barry always talked about sex and knew it embarrassed Barbie so he would become even more illustrated and graphic as time went on. Pam would just laugh and tell Barbie he was nothing more than a brute and not to pay him any attention.

I had been friends with Barry for years before him and Pam had gotten married. I also knew Barry was hung like a horse and was proud of his big dick. Pam never said much about it but I had heard her screams of ecstasy many nights as I stroked my hard cock to their loud love making down the hall. She seemed to really like his big cock too.

While we worked through the day Barry would ask me how things were going and being the friends that we were I told him about Barbie's lack of sexual knowledge and our problems with her tight pussy the first night of our honeymoon. Looking back on it all I can see where that was a big mistake on my part. Barry apparently became obsessed with having Barbie from that point on.

Weeks past and Barry and I went by the mall on the way home so he could buy Pam an anniversary gift before we went home that night. We went to Victoria's Secret for the perfume she liked and while there I decided to buy some things for Barbie to try to help her in the bedroom. She always wore cotton PJs and never wore anything sexy even on our honeymoon. I bought her a couple teddy's that snapped in the crotch and were see through. One was white and the other black. I knew the black one would be nice but the white one would look incredible on her because of her tan. One thing her strict upbringing did not mind apparently was tanning and she had worked on her tan until she was a delicious brown with great tan marks across her tits and her bikini area over her pussy and ass.

She was less than excited when I came home with them in a gift box when she opened it. She looked at them and then up at me with a smirk on her face and then said thanks. We could hear Pam scream and laugh when she opened her gifts in the next room and saw the crotch less panties and bra set Barry had put in with the perfume.

"Men are so sick!" was all Barbie could say

That night though she wore the white teddy to bed and I have to say she looked incredible in it. I told her so.

"Enjoy it now mister, I am not wearing this kind of stuff but for certain occasions from now on. It is cold in this!" She said as she quickly climbed into bed with me.

When I started to run my hands over her body she pushed me away and quickly took it off and threw it on top of the dresser.

"I don't want it to get all messy." She said and let me fuck her in a simple missionary fashion for a little while. I came quickly and she didn't. She jumped out of bed and wiped herself with the tissues she kept nearby and then used her sanitary wipes to make sure there was no cum in her. She was about to get back into bed when she realized she had to pee.

She picked up the teddy and put it on and then hesitated at the door knowing the bathroom was at the end of the hall next to Barry and Pam's bedroom.

"Go ahead. They will be in bed by now." I coaxed her

She slipped out the door leaving it open as she quickly headed down the hall to the bathroom. I heard the bathroom door close and laid there in the dark staring at the ceiling waiting on her to return.

It was then I heard a door open in the hall and realized it was not the bathroom as I heard the toilet flush. I got up and went to our still open door and peeked down the hall. Barry was standing in front of the bathroom door in nothing but his underwear leaning with both hands on the frame of the door.

He was waiting. 

I was wondering why he didn't go to his own bathroom in his master bedroom and then I realized he was not waiting on the bathroom. 

He was waiting on Barbie

Barbie had turned out the light before she opened the door to leave and when she did she ran right into Barry full bodied. Before she could move he wrapped his arms around her and picked her up and carried her through the doorway that led to the kitchen and den area of the house.

I heard her ask him what he thought he was doing as I slipped out of our bedroom and down the hall as quietly as possible.

Barry carried her past the kitchen and into the back of the house to a huge den he had built onto the house for entertainment purposes. It was at the far end of the house and far enough removed that we would watch football and yell and laugh and Pam would never hear us in their master suite.

Barbie was struggling and asking him in hushed urgent tones what he was doing when he dumped her unceremoniously in the couch. I moved through the dark kitchen to the bar area and stayed in the darkness watching.

Barbie was now free but suddenly remembered her attire and her arms went to her breasts and crotch trying to cover the see through teddy from Barry's leering eyes.

"What do you think you are doing, Barry? Ryan is in the bedroom waiting for me right now!" She tried to stand up but Barry pushed her back into the sofa. She was no match for his size.

"I wanted to show you something." Barry said with a big smile

"Can't it wait until tomorrow? Ryan is waiting for me to come back to bed right now!" Barbie said looking toward the kitchen in hopes of finding a way to escape

"Ryan is fast asleep by now. Since you just had sex he is dead to the world. Yes, I stood outside your door while you were fucking. You don't have to worry about him disturbing us at all baby."

I think his tone made Barbie realize just what Barry had in mind. I saw the fear in her eyes as she knew his intent.

"Look Barry, I need to get back to Ryan. Just let me go and I won't tell him anything about this." I will give her this, she kept her cool.

"You can go back to Ryan when I get through showing you what I brought you in here for." Barry said still smiling

"OK fine then, what do you want to show me?" She was exasperated.

"You have to unwrap it yourself." Barry said

"Unwrap what?" Barbie said looking confused

I knew what Barry wanted her to unwrap as I looked at the front of his white underwear and saw the huge lump forming while he talked to her.

"This." He said and looked down at his cock

Barbie gasped out loud. I think it was the first time she had looked at his crotch through this whole situation and now the reality of what he was talking about and the size of the lump in his shorts took her by surprise. Her hand went to her mouth as she looked up from his crotch to his eyes.

"Barry, stop this right now. I am a married women and Ryan will kill you for even thinking this way." She tried to get up again and Barry pushed his body up against her as she did and she felt his cock bump into her midsection. She quickly sat back down and her eyes fell to his shorts as she did. Her eyes were like saucers as she stared at it and then slowly looked back up at Barry again.

"All I want to do is to show it to you and then you can leave. Just pull my shorts down and look at it." Barry was still smiling that shit eating grin of his

"No Barry please." Barbie said softly but here eyes were back on his crotch again

"Just pull them down."

"How could you do this to Pam?" Barbie looked at him quickly thinking she could guilt him into stopping the madness

"Pam has already seen it, now it is your turn. Now, pull them down and you can leave." Barry stepped in close until Barbie's legs were nestled between his and her face and his crotch were only inches apart.

Barbie sat there in stunned silence and I could see her chest rising as her breathing became more labored. Her eyes were now face to face with the large lump growing in the front of Barry's shorts and she could see now way out.

"I can leave if I look at it?" She finally asked in a quiet whisper

I felt my cock jump as I realized she was thinking about doing this.

"If you want to but I think after you see it you will want it." Barry said slyly

"She will too."

I almost passed out as the words were whispered in my right ear. It was Pam. She had slipped up behind me and was watching the scene before us. I turned and looked at her and she smiled that lazy sexy smile she had. Pam was not a classic beauty but she had smoldering eyes and sexy full lips. She was tall for a woman and had small breasts but made up for it in the ass area. Her ass was a phenomenal beauty. She had sandy blond hair with dark brown eyes. She knew how to look straight at you and make your dick hard just by staring you down. She moved up behind me and pressed up against me from behind and rested her hands on each side of my waist as she whispered into my ear again.

"Looks like you are enjoying the thought of her seeing his cock too." She said as she glanced down at my tented shorts

I turned back to watch Barry and Barbie thinking I should scream out for them to stop but knowing my own body was making me out to be a liar.

I watched in stunned silence as my beautiful tiny wife slowly raised her hands up to Barry's shorts and slowly pulled them down from his waist and drop them at his feet.

Her face was so close that when his cock came out his shorts it slapped against her face. He was half erect and she gasped and moved her head back from it in shock. I had to admit, Barry had a very impressive horse cock.

"Look at her. She is amazed by it." Pam whispered hotly in my ear

I watched closely as Barbie stared at this huge cock bouncing in front of her face. Barry looked down at her and as he did his cock began to grow. Barbie watched as it grew and when it stood straight out in front of him is was not more than a couple of inches from her face. She sat there silent with her eyes glued to it. It was long and thicker than mine by many inches both in length and girth. The head was big and bulbous and an angry red. It had veins traveling down the length of it and some wrapping around it that made it look even more menacing.

"Touch it." Barry said

Barbie jumped when he spoke and so did I. She had been so entranced by it his voice scared her into reality again.

"You said if I just looked at it I could leave." She whispered to him but her eyes never left his cock.

"I think she likes it, don't you?" Pam whispered and I felt one of her hands slip across my stomach and down the front of my shorts and grab my raging hard cock

"Oooo, and you do too." Her hot breath was driving me nuts and now her hot hand was doing the rest, "You just watch and let me take care of this."

Pam began to slowly stroke my hard cock while I turned back to watch this surreal scene before me.

"Touch it!" Barry said a little more strongly

Barbie jumped again and I watched in amazement as my new wife's little hand started to reach up to this big cock slowly bouncing in front of her face. When her hand touched it she gasped and pulled back as if she had been bit. Barry grabbed her hand and placed it on his cock and wrapped her fingers around it. She held it without moving for what seemed like forever and then I saw her slowly drag her hand forward and watch the skin of his cock cover the big head and then slowly pull back and watch the bulbous head come out again. Barry groaned when she stroked it and he groaned from the pleasure of it.

As she stroked it slowly back and forth Barry leaned forward until it was an inch from her open mouth. He bumped his hips forward and the head slipped against her open mouth and lips and she gasped and pulled back in shock.

"Come on baby, you know you want to taste this big dick. Lick it."

Barbie dropped her hand and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"No, Barry. This has gone far enough. I looked at it and now I am going to bed. Please move." She pushed against his thighs careful not to touch the cock bouncing against the side of her face and touching her shoulder.

"You are just ashamed you don't know how to suck cock. Ryan told me all about it. He said you were a prude and never had a cock in your mouth. He said you thought it was nasty to suck on a cock. Well, I am going to teach you how to suck a cock and love doing it, baby."

Barry grabbed a handful of her hair and held his cock with the other hand and aimed it at her mouth. Barbie was about to say no when he pushed his cock head into her open mouth. We could hear her words mumbling in her throat as the cock muffled her ability to speak. She had her hands against his thighs pushing back but she was no match for his brute strength. He held her head tightly and continued to push his cock deeper into her little mouth. She turned her head sideways and his cock slipped out of her mouth and across her cheek leaving a wet streak of her saliva. He let go of his cock long enough to slap her across the face, not too hard but hard enough to scare the shit out of her.

"Enough of this game. You are going to suck my cock and no more excuses."

She was rubbing her face from the sting of his hand as she looked up at him. She knew he meant business and there was no way she was going to stop him now.

"Now lick my cock, little bitch." Barry said chuckling

I watched my tiny little wife slowly move her mouth up to this huge cock and begin to lick the head slowly. I was jealous that the first cock she was going to suck would not be mine. She licked it as if it were the sweetest ice cream cone she had ever tasted. Her mouth sucked on the head and then she slid her mouth and tongue all the down the bottom of it until she came to his big balls. Barry pushed her mouth down still holding her by the hair and I saw her tongue begin to lick at his big hairy sack.

"Suck on my balls, little bitch." Barry said holding her head up against his ball sack.

She sucked one of his balls inside her mouth and I watched her cheeks cave in as she worked it with her mouth and tongue. She let it slide out slowly and sucked his other ball into her mouth the same way. Barry was groaning as her mot little mouth worked its magic on him.

"Oooo, she makes me want to suck on a cock too!" Pam whispered as she slipped her body down in front of me and pulled my shorts off.

Her hot mouth sucked my cock inside in one gulp. Deep throat was not a problem with Pam. Well, at least with my cock. She pushed her face against my pubes and moaned with my cock in her mouth. I was pouring pre cum out of the head of my cock and I knew she tasted me. She pulled my cock out and looked up at me.

"Yummy." Then she lifted it straight up and sucked my left nut into her mouth. She was more than talented, she was amazing at sucking cock and she loved doing it. She slowly stroked my cock and sucked on my balls as I watched my wife take Barry's cock into her mouth.

Barry pushed his dick all the way into Barbie's virgin mouth until the big head bumped against her throat and she gagged. Barry laughed at her discomfort.

"You need to learn how to swallow baby. Pam is the best I have seen at taking my whole cock down her throat. Who knows, maybe she will give you some pointers sometime?" Barry said as he began to slide his big cock in and out of my wife's mouth.

I felt Pam giggle around my ball as she sucked it. She slid her tongue all the way up the bottom of my steel hard cock and smiled up at me with her mouth open and she swallowed my cock again. I grunted in pleasure and knew I could not hold out much longer feeling her hot mouth and watching my wife sucking on her first cock.

Barry was moaning now and I watched Barbie's cheeks cave in as she sucked his cock when he pulled it out. She was learning fast it seemed. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and it was slick wither saliva. She looked cock drunk as he slapped her face with his horse dick.

"You never swallowed cum either have you, little bitch? Well, tonight you are going to have your first taste of the good stuff!" He shoved his cock back into her open gasping mouth.

I gasped as I thought of how much was being taken from me tonight by my wife sucking her fist cock and tasting another man's cum. I guess I should have made her do it like Barry was doing right now.

"Hey!" I looked down at Pam as she whispered up at me, "I want your cum when he cums in her mouth. OK?"

Who was I to argue? I nodded down at her as she swallowed my raging cock again.

Barry was grunting more loudly now and I watched as he grabbed a handful of her hair at the back of her head and shoved his cock as deep as he could into her mouth and started to cum. His ass cheeks clenched as he shot his cum at the back of Barbie's throat. She was groaning as she felt the hot liquid hit her throat and tried to pull away but Barry held her tight and his ass clenched again as he shot another huge load into her mouth. Barbie could do nothing but swallow as he held her mouth tight against his spewing cock. Some of it slipped around her tight little lips and down her chin as she tried to swallow it all. I could see her throat working to swallow all of his cum and that's when I started to cum myself.




I Need to Move



I don't think I have ever cum so hard or so long in my whole life since that moment. I must have shot ten times and my cum is always thick and heavy. I almost passed out as Pam did her best to keep up with the load I was pumping into her hot sucking mouth. She couldn't swallow fast enough and some of it slipped out of her mouth and down her chin. When I finally stopped cumming Pam let my now deflating cock slip slowly out of her sucking lips with a slight pop. She had a huge glob on her chin and some hanging off her bottom lip when I looked down at her.

"God dam!" She said quietly and then slid the excess cum from her lips and chin up into her waiting mouth. She swallowed it and smiled up at me.

"You are one more fucking cum machine!" She whispered to me, "I love it!"

I looked back to where Barbie was now licking and sucking on the head of Barry's cock cleaning the cum from it. Barry squeezed it from the bottom up to the head and another huge glob of cum appeared at the head and she dutifully licked it into her mouth and swallowed as I watched in awe. I think I was more shocked that Barry's cock was still hard.

"Stand up." He said to Barbie

She was still a little dumbstruck by what had just taken place she stood up without question. He slipped both spaghetti straps of the white teddy over her shoulders and pushed it down over her tits. She came back to her senses for a moment and pulled away and tried to pull them back up over her tits. Barry slapped her hands out of the way and grabbed her nipples in between his fingers of each hand and leaned down to kiss her. She wouldn't open her mouth so he twisted hard on her nipples and when she gasped out loud his mouth covered hers and I could see his tongue working inside her mouth. When she tried to push away he released on tit to grab her around her waist and hold her tight. She struggled with him but I noticed she never removed her mouth from his.

Pam had stood up beside me again and she leaned over to whisper to me.

"Oh boy, he's going to fuck her." 

I thought it would be over when he came in her mouth but I was sadly mistaken. Barry fully intended on fucking Barbie too.

He pulled his mouth away from hers and leaned down her body kissing as he went.

"No, Barry, No! Please stop! We can't do this!" Barbie was still trying to gain control but she didn't realize she had lost control a long time ago.

When he mouth closed over her breast and his teeth took her nipple between them she gasped and her head rolled back. He bit down harder and she began moaning while his other hand which had been at her waist now slid down to her ass and he pulled her hard against his cock while he sucked. Her hands were pushing against his shoulders trying to break free but they seemed so weak to me.

He threw her down on the couch and quickly lay down on top of her and covered her mouth with his again. I could see the movement in her mouth and knew she was kissing him back. He finally sat up and looked down at her. She was flushed and her face was red. Her chest was heaving up and down from the stimulation overload she was feeling. She might have been saying no on the outside but her body was working overtime at saying yes.

"I bet you have never had your pussy licked either, have you?" Barry said suddenly

"What?!" Barbie said not fully comprehending

"Nope! I thought not!" Barry said and he grabbed the crotch of her teddy and popped the snaps protecting her pussy from him. She gasped and quickly tried to cover her exposed treasure and Barry moved back on the couch until his face was over her hands that covered her pussy.

He sighed and grabbed her hands and pulled them away from her pussy holding them down at her sides. Barry whistled as he looked at her pussy for the first time.

"You got a beautiful pussy there, Baby. I am going to enjoy tearing it up for you."

Barry was right she did have a beautiful pussy. I had tried to lick her pussy on our honeymoon and she refused me. But as I got to stare at it I realized her pussy was perfect. Her lips were just the right size and lay together like two little leafs covering her clit in the folds of safety. She was basically a hairless person but had taken the time to cut the little hair she had at the top of her pussy as one of her girlfriends had convinced her it was the thing to do.

As Barry stared at her pussy Barbie was still begging him to stop at the point of tears.

"Please Barry, for God's sake stop now. We have already gone too far. Please let me up." Her little hips were moving back and forth underneath he arms as she tried to break free.

"I'll make a deal with you, little bitch. If you still want me to stop after 5 minutes I will, OK?"

She was still begging him to stop when his tongue slid across her pussy lips for the first time. She gasped and went rigid all the way down her body. Barry chuckled and licked her from the bottom of her pussy to the top with his tongue flat against her lips spreading them open as he did. By doing so he opened her folds up and his tongue rasped across her defenseless clit for the first time. She moaned as the electricity went through her body from her clit.

"I don't think you are going to make it to 5 minutes." Barry said and he pushed his tongue straight inside her pussy lips and started licking her inside.

Her back arched and she screamed in pleasure.

"I don't think she will last 3." Pam said as her hand went back to my cock which I was surprised to find was hard as a brick again.

It took two minutes and Barbie arched her back and her head and the veins in her neck stood out like little cords as her first orgasm racked her body. Barry didn't let that stop him and he attacked her wet pussy like a hungry dog at a bowl of porridge.

She had just come down off her first orgasm when he covered her clit and sucked hard and she screamed a small scream and her back and neck arched again and she was cumming on his tongue for the second time. By the third time she came Pam's stroking of my cock has juice running out the head of my cock and over her hand like a tube of toothpaste. Pam smiled at me and moved in front of me and bent over the bar stool in front of her. She turned and looked back at me.

"Put that fucker where it belongs." She whispered 

I stepped up behind her and my cock slid into her like a hot knife through butter. She grunted when I hit bottom and I held it deep inside her while we both watched Barry kneeling between my wife's legs getting ready to fuck her with his big cock.

Barbie was still coming down from the throes of her third orgasm and Barry's slid his cock against her pussy. As he slid the length of it up against her until his balls touched her wetness and then slid it back down across her tortured pussy lips she was moaning out loud.

"Put it in your pussy." Barry said to her

She looked up with her glazed lust filled eyes at him as if she didn't understand.

"Put my cock in your pussy, little bitch. I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before."

"No Barry, please." Barbie cried and as a tear made its way down the side of her face both her hands reached down and grasped his cock and put it in the wet dripping mouth of her pussy.

Barry was a fuck master. He didn't just slam it home he took his time and let her adjust. He pushed until the head popped into her pussy. When it did she cried more.

"Oh God Barry, NO! It is too big. Please let me suck you again, please." She pleaded

Barry chuckled and shook his head and pushed harder to force more of his big dick inside of her tight pussy. I knew what he was feeling because I knew firsthand how tight her pussy was and how hard it was for my cock to fit inside of her. But Barry was persistent and continued to push against her tight little pussy until sweat broke out on his face and dripped down onto Barbie's. 

"God dam bitch, Ryan was right. You do have the tightest pussy in the world."

Barry now had half of his horse dick inside of Barbie and from where we stood it looked incredible. Her pussy was so tight around the shaft of his cock it looked impossible. Barbie's body had a light sheen of sweat from the exertion of it too. She had her hand over her mouth to stifle her screams.

"Here, use this." Barry handed her a small pillow from the back of the couch.

She looked up at him confused until he grabbed both her legs and pushed them up by her head and let his body weight push the rest of his cock deep inside of her. She quickly pushed the pillow onto her mouth and we could hear her muffled screams through the pillow.

"She will never be the same again, Ryan." Pam said softly with sadness to her eyes as she looked back at me with my cock still lodged deep inside her hot wet pussy.

"Now we can loosen that thing up some." Barry said as he drew his big cock out of her stretched pussy and slammed it back home again. He pulled it out until we could see the head lodged inside her pussy lips and then shove it hard and fast until his balls would slap against her upturned ass. I could see her ribs standing out and her breasts heaving with each thrust. Her whole body would bounce as he pounded her pussy relentlessly.

Barbie was still screaming into her pillow and I was sure he was killing her until I saw her hands leave the pillow and wrap around the cushion of the couch as she clawed for a grip. The pillow fell off her face and I could see now she was in the throes of orgasm. He neck arched back and her veins stood out hard again and she was making guttural noises I had never heard before from her. Her small legs were shaking as she trembled from head to toe.

"Oh fuck, little bitch, I can feel your hot little pussy grabbing my cock. Cum for me, baby. Cum on Barry's big dick."

He was slamming her pussy so hard I thought he was going to break her in two. But the more he slammed her the more she came.

"Who owns this pussy bitch? Tell me what you want, tell me to fuck you bitch, tell me!" Barry gritted his teeth as he fucked her harder and looked down at her as she came again. Sweat was dripping off his face and body and she was covered in sweat herself.

She was gasping with each breath and finally I heard something I thought I would never hear from my wife.

"Fuck me, oh god fuck me! I am cummmming again, oh fucckkkkkkkk!"

I heard it but she wasn't saying it to me, she was begging for another man to do it to her.

"Fuckkkkk me, Barry! Fuck me with your big dickkkkkkk! I'm cummminnggggg!"

She was cumming for the third time on his cock and her whole body was shaking in orgasm. Barry couldn't take it any more either and yelled as he slammed his hips forward and buried his cock as deep into her pussy as he could and started cumming inside her.

I hadn't noticed but Pam was fucking me without me doing anything but watching. I grabbed her hips and slammed her as hard as I could. I was so possessed I fucked her harder than I have ever fucked anyone in my life. I wanted to slam her insides until she screamed my name out I was so possessed with the moment. Pam grunted and I felt her pussy grab hard on my cock and I knew she was cumming and it pushed me over the edge. Her knuckles were white where she grabbed the bar stool and I buried my cock into her and shot another big load deep inside of her pussy. I was going to pull out but Pam grabbed my balls hanging between her open legs and held me deep inside of her. I took her by the hips and held myself inside of her and looked back at my wife.

Barry was kissing her as his cock was still buried inside her dripping pussy and she was kissing him back. Her hands were at the back of his head and she was holding handfuls of his hair where he could not pull away. I guess he really did own her now and I was nothing more than a pussy for letting him fuck her like this without stopping it.

I looked down at his wife's back and thought that payback was truly a bitch. I let go of her hips and she turned and knelt in front of me sucking my cock and balls until they were clean and she stood up and kissed me deeply.

"Let's do this again sometime real soon, tiger." Then she walked out to the hall and her bedroom door softly closed.

I heard Barbie say something about me and I quickly pulled my shorts up and ran as silently as possible to our bedroom. I had barely got under the covers when the door quietly opened and she slipped into our room. She quickly removed her teddy and put her cotton PJs on and climbed into the bed as softly as she could.

I reached out and pulled her close and started to kiss her. She kissed me and then began to cry.

"Is everything OK?" I asked softly

"Yes, I am just happy to be married to you. I love you." She said softly and turned her back to me and sobbed herself to sleep.

Tomorrow we were going to look for an apartment.



I Need To Talk



Two years! Two years I had been having sexual intercourse with boys. I had lost count of how many times I'd fucked some guy just to let him get his rocks off and leave me wanting – no begging – for an orgasm. I knew I could have one, I'd been diddling myself with my middle finger for years, always finding the big "O" in the end. Just never with a boy. I was embarrassed to admit to such a dilemma to any of my girlfriends. They often bragged about how many times they came during sex. So far I was unable to crack the code. But things were to change very soon.

My friend Mike had just dropped me off at home – I live with my mom and dad – we had been at Mike's apartment having sex and, well, I always felt this way after sex with a boy I just needed to be alone to lament my inability to have an orgasm.

My father was home and sitting at the kitchen table when I walked in. He noticed me and asked if I wanted to join him for a bowl of ice cream.

"No thanks Dad." I mumbled.

"What's wrong honey?" He asked, suddenly concerned.

"Oh, nothing really..."

"Something's wrong baby let me help."

"Well..." 

I had a very open relationship with my father, he knew I had been sexually active from my very first time, but this was a little creepy to discuss with your dad. 

"It's kind of personal, you know?"

"No, not unless you explain it to me." Dad sounded as sympathetic as always.

"Well all my friends have, you know, like when you have sex..." My mouth was suddenly dry. "They have orgasms and, well, I don't..."

"You've never had an orgasm?" Dad asked in a level tone trying to make it easier for me to answer.

"Yes, I mean no, well I haven't."

Dad smiled, placed his hand on my shoulder in a consoling manner and said, "That's not unusual for a young girl. Your mom and I were together for over six months before she had one, why should you be any different?"

He made it sound normal. "But Dad, every time I begin to feel good the boys, well, they finish first and I never get to have mine."

"Oh I see." Dad seemed to understand my frustration now. "We used to call that 'quick draw McGraw'." Dad said with a smile. 

"What do you mean Dad?"

"Well, the young boys haven't learned to make it last. They just hop on and off, happy that they have had the opportunity, not realizing that really good sex is about exploring your limits of endurance while maintaining the arousal of the libido."

"Wow." I mused, suddenly aroused to hear my father speak so plainly of such a prurient act. I smiled as I had a naughty thought; I bet my dad could ring my bell! 

As I sat there listening to my father explain how two lovers should respect one-another, I became so aroused that when I stood up it was without any restraint of conscience. I put my hand between my legs and pulled my panties down and dropped them on the floor. Dad quit talking and just stared at me. I pulled my skirt up my hips and then reached for his zipper. In one practiced movement his pants were open and my hand clutched his meaty prize through the opening in his boxer shorts.

I stroked a couple of times and then mounted his lap facing him. He began to protest, but I covered his mouth with mine, tongues lapping and our breath huffing as I positioned my father at the opening to my sopping sex. I gave no thought to the fact that I still had Mike's semen inside me. I took a ragged breath and pushed myself fully onto his engorged penis. Dad had quit his protestations. I began to undulate on his lap, reveling in the salaciousness of our sordid coupling. 

Dad became animated under me. Unable to sit still he leaned forward in the chair, forcing me backward. He stood up holding tightly to my lower back. I clung tenaciously to his neck, as he stood up more of him filled me, much to my delight.

Dad started forcefully penetrating me as he held me suspended in midair. Gradually increasing his pace, he was soon ramming into me with abandon. His breathing was measured and deep, his nostrils flared like a rampaging beast. I watched as the veins in his forehead looked like they could rupture at any minute, still he kept up the furious pace.

Then as if on cue a wonderful warm glow began to wash over me. Like a tidal wave of emotion cascading from somewhere deep inside my soul. I had finally found my orgasm – in the clutches of my own father!

I screamed out loud, "I'm cumming Dad, I'm cumming!"

Dad held himself fully inside me and I could feel his surging penis as he began squirting his seed inside me. As his ejaculation subsided he gently stroked a few times and then allowed me to lean back on the kitchen counter.

I kissed him passionately, not as my father, but as a lover.

"Oh Dad, I never knew it could be this way." I marveled.

"Honey, I have to say that I didn't know it could be so good either!"

"Oh my..." I began, but a wave of emotion coursed though me. Gasping, I exclaimed, "Dad no one has ever made me feel this way..." Then I began to sob.

"We better clean up, your mom will be home soon."

That night I couldn't sleep. Early in the morning, exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster I was on, I crept to my father's room. 

I stood above my father and wondered what he must think of me; what he was going to think if I found the courage to wake him up just to give me another orgasm. 

I was losing my nerve. I started to leave when I heard Dad's voice, "What's wrong Baby?"

I was caught. I had to commit now. "Dad I need to talk." I said and walked quietly into the hall. I waited wondering if he would be willing to chance it with mom in the house.

He appeared in the doorway and gently closed the door behind him. "What's wrong?" he asked again.

Wringing my hands in desperation I had only nervous energy to guide me. "Dad I really need you, can you Dad? Please?" 

With a look of concern over his shoulder he nodded his assent and led me downstairs, through the kitchen and into the garage. He motioned for me to get a sleeping bag that was hanging from a shelf against the wall. I grabbed it and handed it to him. He spread it on his work bench and lifted me onto it. I began cooing like a bitch in heat. 

Dad pulled my pajama bottoms down and buried his face between my legs and I gasped as his tongue began lapping my clit. I reveled in his touch; his raw sexual prowess overwhelmed me. In moments I was thrusting my crotch against his face while holding onto his head in a desperate attempt to force it even tighter against me.

Then it began. I was cumming on my father's face! "Oh Dad." I exclaimed.

As we slowed, Dad gently rubbed my belly and thighs with his hands. I always felt so secure in those hands as a little girl. Now I felt the exaltation they could bring through a sensual touch. 

Dad stood up and was visibly uncomfortable; his erection was at an odd angle in his pajamas. I giggled and helped him remove them and then, on tippy-toes I spread my legs, leaning back on the workbench.

Dad stroked himself and then moved between my legs. He dipped his knees to position himself at my opening, probed gently and then pressed up into my core. He stroked slowly this time, taking his time as if he was being more deliberate. 

He moved his hands under my pajama top and began to knead my breasts. He rolled my nipples between his thumb and fingers, unlike when the boys did it, Dad really knew how to make a girl feel good.

I was really enjoying the gentle ministrations of my father, but soon I realized that what I really wanted was to be fucked senseless. Just as the thought occurred to me Dad pulled out spun me around and bent me over. I grasped the leg of the workbench for support just as Dad reentered me from behind. He pounded into me with a passion redoubled. I could feel the helmeted crown of his penis as it rubbed the bottom of my clit, but I wanted more so I undulated in time with his stroking. It was getting real good! Then his penis pulled too far out and when he rammed forward it slammed directly into my sensitive clit. I howled out in pain, but as I did Dad reentered me and pushed deep inside.

I began my orgasm as Dad began his. I gasped out loud, "Fuck me Dad, fuck me!" He rammed into me harder as he spewed his lascivious seed inside my tender belly. 

Dad was exhausted. I was exhausted, finally sated. My lust for the big "O" finally fulfilled. We kissed and went to our separate beds. 

My last thoughts were of what my father was feeling about our sordid coupling. Was he bothered by what we were doing? I felt nothing approaching remorse. I really felt elated about the whole idea that I could have really good sex with someone I loved, even if it was my dad.

I wanted to be with Dad again, but mom seemed to get in our way whenever I made an attempt. How in the hell do people have affairs and manage to get away with it? We live in the same house and it is damn near impossible to pull it off. I was lusting for Dad and was just about to drag him to a motel if we didn't find a way around mom. I know – we were cheating on my mother. But it just didn't seem that way to us, he was my dad and what we shared belonged to us, no one else.

Mike and I had a date for Saturday night and as usual we went to his place after dinner and a movie. We fucked like rabbits but the whole while I was thinking of Dad when Mike was between my legs. Then I began comparing Mike to Dad as lovers. Bad move. Mike was a real cute boy but had none of my dad's skills. I couldn't work up an orgasm and I left frustrated. 

As Mike was driving me home I texted my dad saying "I need to talk."

Dad was waiting as I came into the living room. "Where's mom?" I asked, a little too obviously.

"Kitchen, cleaning up. You said you needed to talk?"

"Umm humm, remember what we talked about the other night?" I paused for effect.

Dad was clearly uncomfortable; as he squirmed he shook his head as a warning, then motioned toward the kitchen and held his finger to his lips, requesting silence.

Just then mom burst through the kitchen door and announced that her friend, Monica, had just had her baby and she was going to go visit her in the hospital.

The gods had smiled on us after all. Mom hurried out and said she shouldn't be too late. She hadn't cleared the driveway and I was on my father, stripping him bare.

Both of us naked on the living room floor, writhing and caressing, kissing as if we were long lost lovers, we melded into one-another. 

Dad asked me if I had been with a boy. I nodded yes. He asked, "Is his seed inside you?"

"Yes" I demurred.

"But you still need me?"

"Please Dad." I pleaded.

He placed me on my back and entered me. We fucked, and I came three times that night. Dad was exhausted or I might have had more!

One weekend while my mom was away visiting family, I just stayed in Dad's bed with him. Life had become a complex series of relationships that Dad and I had to carefully manage minute to minute. Mike had dropped in on Saturday for a quickie in his back seat; I obliged him and then showered and had sex with Dad. I was getting an education. Dad taught me things that I never dreamed of, nor dared suggest to my boyfriends.

The saddest day of my life was when I went away to attend college. I came home often, but the distance complicated my sex life. Then I found a boy at school that could ring my bell just like Dad. Ken was a wonderful lover and truly appreciated my sexual repertoire. We married after graduation and life held a wonderful potential for us.

While on our honeymoon I sent Dad a text "I need to talk."

His reply was a single character, "?"

"I'll explain..." I replied.

On the way back from the Caribbean, We stopped in to see Mom and Dad for few days.

While my husband slept on the porch and Mom prepared dinner, Dad and I wandered off to the back yard and talked. 

"I've missed you terribly Dad."

"Me too Baby."

"Dad, I've given a great deal of thought to our relationship and I'd like to pick up where we left off."

"I don't know Baby, you're a married woman now and you should be true to your husband."

I pouted and said as sadly as I could muster, "Then, you don't want to..." 

I must have looked pathetic because Dad hugged me close and confided, "I think of little else, even when..."

"When you're with Mom?"

He nodded humbly.

"I know the feeling Dad, I dream of you often."

He smiled, and said, "We'll see Baby, we'll see."

That night, while everyone else was asleep, Dad took me to the garage and we made love late into the night.

We met like this from time to time. Our love affair was affirmed by the very fact that we could meet without cause or concern, no one questioned our affinity for each other; it was a natural assumption that a daughter would be with her father, what no one could know was that we were also lovers.

Some months after our honeymoon, Mom was away for a few days and Dad and I had made plans to be together. I had intentionally chosen a night that I knew Ken would want to watch baseball on TV. I made a casserole to feed Dad as a pretense for spending the evening with him. I even had had Ken drive me to Dad's house, and asked that he pick me up after the game. Figuring an hour until the game started and three hours for the game, Dad and I had plenty of time together.

I kissed my husband goodbye and walked to the house as calmly as I could manage. Dad was excited to see me, we hadn't been together for a couple of weeks and the tension was palpable.

We wasted no time. We unclothed and fell to the floor in the middle of the living room. I positioned myself on my back and Dad pounced between my legs. Entering me with a forceful thrust, he made me yelp as his stiff man-meat pulled my labia painfully inward. After several panicky thrusts he was successful and began to stroke methodically into me.

I was just beginning to match Dad's rhythm when, to my abrupt surprise I looked up and saw Ken standing in the open doorway with the casserole dish in his hands, mouth wide open, disbelief plastered on his face.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed.

Dad raised his head and looked into my eyes as they held my husband's astonished glare. Dad turned his head, but continued his assault on my vagina. 

On seeing Ken standing there Dad moaned "Oh fuck!" and then began to ejaculate into me. 

The conflux of emotions: The cheating, the incest, the deceitful manipulations, all came flooding over me simultaneously with my father's ejaculation. I closed my eyes and began the most intense orgasm of my life. At that moment nothing else existed, but the powerful throbbing of my inner being. I bucked up to my father, urging him deeper, faster, harder. 

My husband could wait.

I was gasping for breath, I had stopped breathing, I was coughing and cumming, gagging and convulsing, the room spun violently, and then all was black.

I awoke in a strange room, IVs attached to my arm, and monitors beeping and humming incessantly. I tried to sit up, but couldn't, I was too weak. I looked left and saw just a closed door. I looked right and there asleep in a chair was Ken. What a strange dream I had had. Dad was there and so was Ken... Then it slowly came back to me. What had happened, what Dad and I were doing when my husband walked in with the casserole. Oh shit I had forgotten the casserole. I closed my eyes and moaned out loud "What tangled webs we weave..."

"Are you awake?" Ken stood beside me and grasped my hand. 

I wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't come. "Yes." I managed instead.

"You sure gave us a scare." He said with genuine concern.

But why wasn't he angry? He should be furious. "What happened?"

"You fainted, partly from exertion..." He paused to clear his throat.

"Oh god." I blushed from the humiliation of my husband seeing me on the floor with my father's stiff meat in me.

"Partly from your condition." He continued.

"What condition?" I wondered aloud.

"Honey, you're pregnant." He looked down at me smiling, as I tried to get my mind to understand what was happening.

A nurse came in and ushered my husband out. Then she gave me a wonderful cocktail through my IV that allowed me to sleep through the night.

Back at home I was beginning to feel well again, I avoided discussing with Ken the sordid affair with my father. He didn't press and that made it doubly hard to avoid the subject. It finally came out when Mom invited us over for Sunday brunch. 

Ken asked if it would be awkward to be together without clearing the air first. 

I sent Dad a text, "I need to talk."

Dad responded, "Are you sure?"

I knew what he was thinking, "Can you stop by?"

"Be right there."

In ten minutes Dad was sitting in our living room with my husband and me. As I began to explain how Dad and I had started our licentious affair both men allowed me to relate the details without interruption. Dad had slowly lowered his head to his hands as the tale of our incestuous behavior had grown into a relationship which dwarfed any other relationship we had with anyone else, even our spouses.

Ken squirmed in his seat, and repositioned his groin from time to time. The story was affecting him, arousing him. Finally I came to the night that he had caught us together.

"Honey I'm sorry that I lied to you. The whole story about the dinner casserole was a ruse to be with Dad."

Ken was nodding his head, looking from me to my father and back again. "How often are you together with your daughter?"

His voice seemed odd, neither he nor Dad had spoken since I had begun explaining the affair. But he had directed his question to Dad and I worried it could escalate out of control quickly; I tensed.

Dad began by looking at me appreciatively, "Perhaps too often... Then again not often enough." He looked at Ken, leveled his gaze and continued, "You of all people know of what I speak. There is no better lover in the world."

I was shocked and flattered at my father's admission. What was he trying to do?

But my husband just nodded, stating matter-of-factly, "Yes I do understand."

It was Dad's turn to be the inquisitor, "Now that you know how we feel, what is it that you are feeling, how do you feel about the situation?"

Ken thought for a long moment, then began to explain himself, "If I had suspected, or had some notion it was happening I think I would have reacted much differently than I did." 

He paused for a moment, and then continued, "Watching your father between your legs was the single most erotic thing I have ever witnessed. You were so good together, it was unnerving, arousing. It was the last thing I expected and first thing I saw. Watching you cum with your father was enlightening; I understood as I watched you, it required no explanation, no excuses. I am confused, though, as to where I fall in to all this. Am I the chump, a cuckold?"

"Oh no, honey, I never meant for this to affect us." I insisted.

"It has affected us though." My husband enjoined.

"What my daughter and I share is something special, it is not a zero-sum game, and you haven't been deprived of anything as far as I see it." My father said firmly.

Dad was actually trying to justify our affair as legitimate.

My husband looked at us both and asked, "Well, I guess the question is what we do from here on out?"

Dad sat silently, deferring to me I suppose. I wondered what my husband would do if I said that I wanted to continue with Dad? Would he bolt for the door? 

He saved us the trouble of a decision. "I guess if you guys are so adamant about this that we could make accommodations."

Dad and I both perked up, I was suddenly elated; he was giving us permission to continue. 

I couldn't restrain my joy, "Oh Honey, thank you, thank you." I leapt into his arms and hugged him.

My joy must have been a little too much, because he began to add conditions rather quickly, "I want to know when you will be together, no more surreptitious behavior. If I want to monitor your getting together, there will be no argument. And once in a while I would like to do a three way with you."




I Need To Talk To You



“I need to talk to you,” he said as the phone crackled in her ear and the noise around her swelled to an as-yet-unseen level. 

“Right now?” she asked, trying her best to sound less pulled than she felt.

“As soon as you can.”

“Give me a couple of hours to finish up here with the kids and I’ll head that way.“

As she hung up, something in Garret’s voice struck home with Sierra. The sad, flat tone he used along with the catch she heard in his plea caused an unfamiliar feeling in the pit of her stomach. Between family, work, and a very deep and personal battle with depression, she knew that he’d had problems in his life lately. However, Sierra assumed it was something he would have chosen to speak about to his male buddies; not her. Sure they were friends, but cowboys just don’t do the emotional revelation thing to a female without some sort of provocation. 

An hour and thirty minutes later, the kids were tucked into the car with grandparents, and her husband, and Sierra crawled into her big SUV and stopped again. Somehow, no matter how this visit looked to them she knew that without a doubt, she had to go to Garret and figure out the problem. She knew men were supposed to be the “problem solvers” in life, but it seemed that this time she couldn’t help but go to her friend and help him fix whatever she could. Resolutely, she started the engine and drove off in the direction of his house.

Halfway to his house, Sierra caught herself primping in the mirror and cursing the fact that she had only had a very few minutes to shower and get ready for the kiddos’ school function. “What am I thinking?”, she thought. “I’m just going out here tonight to help Garret figure out what’s going on in his life, not on a first date.” The self-admonishment did little to settle the feeling in her gut. Maybe she should have eaten something before now, but it was too late, as the gate to his driveway came into view. 

As she pulled up in front of Garret’s house, she looked toward the front door where he was standing in nothing but a well-worn pair of jeans and his bare feet. His broad well-tanned, muscular chest was captivating to say the least, but his eyes cut straight through to her heart. He looked so overwhelmingly sad. Suddenly the mommy instinct came out in full force and the only thing she could do was gather her things and walk to the door. 

Before she even got in the door, Garret could tell this evening was going to be just what he needed. A good, solid, loving friend, who would listen to his ranting and not expect anything in return was just what the doctor ordered. His broken heart seemed to suddenly beat with a more steady rhythm. As she stepped inside the door, Garret enfolded her into his arms in a hug they both needed. They both knew things would be fine. After a few short minutes of taking and giving strength they both were lacking in, they both seemed to realize that the embrace was lasting longer than it should for propriety’s sake and pulled away almost awkwardly. They each took seats on opposite ends of the short couch and began their conversation.

“Mallory found someone else,” Garret stated in a totally flat voice. 

“Oh, sweety, I’m so sorry.” Mallory had been Garret’s friend for a couple of years. Garret had hoped to give her enough time to realize that they could be more to each other, but it seemed that now she had taken that space and run with it. According to Garret’s account of it now, she had met and fallen for another man and they were serious. Mallory hadn’t even bothered to let Garret know, he had to find out when he called her and the new man picked up her cell phone. Sierra could tell that Garret was heartbroken. 

The conversation flowed from that topic and on to others. The topics they covered were varied and important to each of them. They listened and commiserated on the things that were bothering them, his job, her marriage, his failed relationships, her lack of a career, friends they both had, dreams they both wanted to attain. It was refreshing for both of them to have the opportunity to have their feelings validated and have someone seem to actually understand how these things made them feel. The only weird moments in the entire conversation were when their eyes met and held for what seemed like an eternity. Neither could quite decide what the looks meant and neither seemed interested in questioning the growing bond between them. 

When the conversation settled into a lull and most of the major issues of the night were settled, Sierra stood and announced she needed to go home. It was well past dark and the drive to her house was a long one. Garret stood also to give her a hug good bye. When she slipped into his arms, they would have both sworn that there was an audible “click” like when you slide a puzzle piece in the right spot and it slides into place. There was no awkwardness about where arms go and where body parts would fit, just an almost overwhelming feeling of coming home and knowing you’re where you should be. Sierra leaned back in his embrace to say good bye, and was almost bowled over when Garret silenced her with the sweetest, most gentle kiss she’d ever experienced. One of his hands rested gently on the curve of her behind while the other came up to tunnel into her hair and cup her cheek so he could maneuver her mouth for deeper exploration. 

As soon as their mouths touched, Sierra’s brain went into immediate overload. The more sensible side of her brain kept repeating the mantra, “You’re married, you’re married, you’re married” over and over again, while the more elemental parts of her brain screamed “SCREW IT! THIS IS AMAZING!” Eventually the more persistent half of her brain won the battle and managed to silence the doubts that weren’t very strong to begin with. She dropped her keys and cell phone so she could use both hands to explore the body she knew so well by sight and had longed to touch for years. Within mere seconds, the kiss had turned from innocent and exploratory to hot and wet, tongues meeting and mating, teeth nibbling, lips pulling and sucking, hands roaming over familiar yet new terrain. Sierra marveled at the well-honed muscles of Garret’s chest and the way it made him shudder all over when she drew her short fingernails across his small pebbly nipples and down his strong arms. Garret smiled as he kissed a trail from her mouth to the ultra sensitive skin just below her left ear. Sierra moaned loudly as he worried the small stud earring she always wore with his tongue. When she couldn’t take it any longer, Sierra involuntarily ground her hips into his in an effort to ratchet up the intensity of their pleasure once again. Any one else might have missed the tiny little intake of breath from Garret that signified she had hit her mark. 

Hoping to catch her off balance, Garret made a quick turn with her in his arms, until her knees were backed up against the couch. It worked. Without even realizing it they were tumbling down to the soft cushions of the well-worn couch and never even broke the kiss. Once they were lying down, Garret pushed himself up on one arm and looked down at Sierra. He had a revelation he wasn’t sure how to make but knew he needed to make any way. “Do you know when the first time was that I saw you?”

It took a few seconds for her brain to register what he had said. When she did she looked confused. “Well? I’m sure it was several years ago.”

“I was 14. You were a senior in high school. I remembered thinking how hot you were then and how you would never be interested in a kid like me.” Without realizing it, he had just revealed to her his biggest fear, that she would reject him when he made this inevitable advance. 

Smiling, Sierra giggled just a bit and said, “Do you know how much of a PERVERT I felt like at that time? Here I was a “certified adult” and I was lusting after this beautiful 14 year old! But I figured you’d never be interested in an old woman like me. Then when we ran back into each other after I got married, I couldn’t believe how the time had only made you.. hotter.” 

“I have wanted you since that first night, but always figured it would never happen because of your husband and kids.”

“Can we not talk now?” Sierra queried. She was enjoying the little scene going on here but was much more interested in the way that Garret’s lips felt on her own and she didn’t really want to get into the weirdness that was almost sure to follow from their current course of action. 

Garret smiled and dipped his head to her neck and zeroed in on the spot just below her left ear. Determined not to let him get the best of her, not to let him hear her beg, she suddenly threw her weight up and over and managed to flip them over on the tiny couch. With a renewed passion, Sierra dove into Garret’s neck and attacked it, licking, biting, kissing, and sucking until he was writhing under her begging her to stop, or maybe it was to not stop. She couldn’t really tell and didn’t really care. Sierra slowly worked her way down to the ultra sensitive top of his collarbone where she laved it with attention, but Garret had had enough of being the passive person in this whole situation. He lifted himself up until he could raise her shirt far enough to bare her silky bra and large breasts. Sierra shivered as the cool night air coming from the open windows of his living room touched the skin on the top of her breasts. Soon however the cool of the air was replaced by the hot wetness of Garret’s mouth and tongue. He had to hold on tightly when he found first one and then the other highly sensitive nipple in order to keep from being knocked on to the floor by her wildly bucking hips. Sierra couldn’t help but notice that every move of her lower body brought her into close contact with the evidence of Garret’s ever stiffening desire. 

Almost immediately, they both realized that they had WAY too many clothes on. In an effort to slow things down and give her a chance to avoid what could possibly be a massive mistake, Garret withdrew from her embrace and sat up sharply. Quickly, he moved to the other end of the couch and laid his head back, closing his eyes and taking in deep cleansing breaths. Left instantly cold by the withdrawal of his body heat, Sierra looked at him with a confused and almost saddened look in her eyes. “Wha..?? What are you doing?”

“Sierra don’t you see? I’m trying to give you the opportunity to walk away.” Garret began. He refused to open his eyes because if he saw the disappointment and obvious hurt there, he would know he had caused it and he wasn’t sure he could take that and remain committed to his resolve. He shifted nervously on the couch, trying diligently to ease the constant and increasing pressure below the fly of his suddenly too tight jeans. “I don’t want to do this if you aren’t sure.” 

Realizing he was trying to give her an out to a situation that could be considered dangerous for both of them, Sierra smiled. Slowly, and with much effort to stay quiet, she sat up and reached for his handsome, boyish face. “Don’t you think I know how weird this could be for both of us? Don’t you know I’ve already tried to walk away?” Forcing him to turn and look at her she asked the question that would prove to be their combined undoing, “Do you want me?”

As soon as their eyes met, it was over. In only a second he was pulling her to her feet and into the circle of his arms for another passionate and poignant kiss. “I have wanted you for years. Why in the world would I pass up this opportunity, even if it is only for a few minutes, or hours or whatever when I finally have you right where I wanted you? I could ravage you in a heart beat, tear you apart.” His voice was deep and husky with obvious arousal, his eyes pleading with her to leave now if that’s what she really wanted. 

Instead, Sierra reached up and touched his face reverently. “I’ve wanted you for so long, I can’t imagine walking away not knowing what it would feel like to have you buried inside me.” 

Once the decision was made, it was useless to fight the overwhelming desire to make love. Without once breaking the kiss, Sierra and Garret moved in concert toward his bedroom. At one point, they ran into the wall because they were so intent on kissing and touching each other that they forgot to look where they were going. Gently rubbing the back of her head, Garret smiled at her and started to apologize. She silenced him with nothing more than a kiss, then slid her hand into the waistband of his jeans and moved him unerringly toward the bed. Once there she fell backwards across the middle of the unmade covers and pulled him down with her. 

It was only a few seconds before they realized that they couldn’t possibly get enough clothes off this way and Garret stood up impatiently. Cursing the notion that made her wear lace up boots, Sierra sat up and pushed Garret back so she could reach down and remove the obstacles in the way of their coupling. Unfortunately, her fingers were in such a hurry and shaking so badly from the arousal he had already managed to raise in her that she fumbled more than effectively untying and removing the laces. A sharp cry arose from her throat as she pulled on first one and then the other lace resulting in a huge knot. Sitting up to regain at least a small amount of composure, she noticed that Garret was already down to his boxer briefs and looking at her with a funny little smirk on his face. 

“Either get your ass over here and help me or get out a damn pocket knife,” Sierra grumbled impatiently. 

Chuckling, Garret pushed her to a sitting position and pulled her shirt over her head. Leaning back down, he unhooked the clasp on her bra and slid it down off her arms. With a hard kiss, he pushed her back on the bed and reached for her feet, lifting her boot to his chest. While he worked on the laces, she studied his beautiful body. Her eyes roamed from his work hardened chest to his six pack abs and lower across his straining erection peeking out of the top of his underwear to his beautiful legs. As he released one foot from the confines of her boot and reached for the other one, Sierra sat up and grabbed him around the waist, trailing sweet hot wet kisses across his stomach, stopping to dip the tip of her tongue into his navel. His hands went immediately for her hair, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to stop her or encourage her maddening exploration. 

Sierra was a woman possessed. The effort of their loving had left a salty layer of sweat on Garret’s skin that mixed with the wholesome male taste that was essentially his. The smell of his arousal was intoxicating as she dipped her head lower and tentatively touched the tip of her tongue to the sensitive skin jutting out over the elastic of his functional boxers. 

Growing bolder, Sierra hooked her fingers in the waistband of the material that was only getting in her way and drug it down over Garret’s hips. A purely elemental noise escaped from his lips as her own settled over his sex and began an age-old rhythm. It was only a few short minutes before Garret was pulling her head away and pushing her down on the bed for a long soul searching kiss. Impatiently, he reached between them and unbuttoned her jeans and began sliding them down her legs. When he reached her feet he realized that they had both forgotten to take off the other boot. “Screw it”, he mumbled as he pulled the jeans off her free leg and left them pooled around the offending boot. 

Easily, he moved to lay atop of Sierra, suddenly very aware of what they were about to do. He stopped with their faces even on the bed and kissed her deeply, then pulled back, intending fully to give her one last chance to walk away before they crossed this final line. He lay there for a long moment looking into her eyes, feeling the tip of his sex pressing insistently at her opening. Before he could say a word, Sierra looked up with begging eyes and said very simply “Please.”

He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. In one smooth slow stroke, he buried himself in heaven. For a moment they both lay there, breathing heavily adjusting to the feel of him sheathed inside her. Then at the same moment they both began to move. Sierra rolled her hips to meet each and every one of Garret’s thrusts. With in moments, Sierra felt the tell tale signs of climax rising in her. Sensing her impending cataclysmic tidal wave, Garret picked up the pace and changed the angle just enough to cause her to crash over the top of the wave and into oblivion in his arms. As she came riding back to earth, she realized that Garret was holding himself off her upper body on his arms totally still. Determined to take him to the same heights she herself had just visited, Sierra made a tiny movement with her hips and her PC muscles at the same time. That was all the encouragement it took. Garret was pounding into her at an alarmingly fast pace, touching further inside her with each stroke. Sierra picked up her free leg and wrapped it around his hips to pull him in impossibly deeper. The look in Garret’s eyes, barely visible in the waning light, was enough to cause Sierra to follow him into the chasm of orgasm. Every pulse of her internal muscles seemed to milk yet another stream from his now throbbing sex. In no time at all, they lay tangled in each other’s arms, spent and sated, kissing each other and smiling. 

Long moments later, Sierra tried to wrestle herself from the pull of sleep in Garret’s arms. No matter how amazing the night had been thus far and could be if she stayed, there were people waiting on her at home. Gentle snoring next to her and the heaviness of the arm draped across her waist told her that Garret was off in dreamland. Slowly, she slipped out from underneath his body being cautious not to jostle him too much. She would have made it had she remembered that her partially discarded jeans were still entrapping one foot. As she stood and began to walk away, she stumbled and fell headlong into the wall next to the bed. 

“Leaving already?” Garret said through a sleepy smile

“Trust me, it’s not because I want to.”

“I can’t believe I fell asleep. I haven’t been able to sleep that quickly in years.” 

“Hey, quit apologizing,” Sierra scolded as she attempted to right her skewed clothing. “Believe it or not, it’s an ego boost. It’s nice to know I can still wear out a young stud like you.” 

She should have been paying more attention to what Garret was doing while she gave him a hard time, because just as she looked up at him and smiled, she was hit square in the face with a pillow from the bed. The fight was on. Sierra reached down and grabbed the pillow to retaliate. Before long, they were in an all out pillow war. In order to get a better chance at hitting her target (or so she rationalized), Sierra crawled up on the bed and straddled his hips. It didn’t take long for her to realize that the aggressor had just become the prey as Garret dropped his pillow and reached for her breasts where they still swung free. Not wanting to stop, but not wanting to cause more suspicion at home, Sierra pulled herself from his grasp and immediately reached for her clothes. Garret fell back on the bed in frustration and concession, knowing she needed to leave. 

At the door, Garret indulged himself in one last long kiss and then watched Sierra walk to her vehicle and climb behind the wheel. When he could no longer see the taillights of her car, he shut the door and walked back to his bedroom, where he promptly fell asleep clutching the pillow they used during their lovemaking that still smelled of Sierra. 

Sierra spent the drive home smiling and trying to compose herself. As she walked into the house, her husband looked up from his TV show and asked, “So how was Garret?”

As she stripped off her clothes and headed for the shower, Sierra answered over her shoulder, “He was smiling when I left. That’s all that matters.”