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The Filly & The Stud Ch. 01

By: Rattlesnake1775



"...and if you are just now leaving the office, I just want to say that you are a huge LOSER..."

"...that's right Flay, and from everybody here at WMAK, the mackin' radio station of the Queen City, we just want to wish you a happy weekend! Flay, did I tell you about the chick I'm taking out to the party over at Liquid Lounge tomorrow?"

"...no, Rog, you did not! Does she have big tits?"

"...huge! To all our listeners, if you do not yet have your tickets to the Midnight madness at the Liquid Lounge, well you are a...."

"LOSER!" The two DJ's laughed hysterically, and then began plugging the show at the Lounge again, trying to prevent total loserdom amongst the listening public as her finger reached for the controls.

The radio station changed without the static she had grown up with, the car's radio smoothly transitioning to the afternoon news & talk show that was her second option. Oh great, more call in debate about social security, just what she wanted to hear right now. NOT! So, change again and bring on the easy listening. Mariah Carey. Holy hell, was the world against her?

Taking a deep breath, she looked through the tinted glass out at the world slowly passing by as they crawled underneath the South Boulevard bridge, and traffic opened up a bit. Now they were going a whopping 45 miles per hour, as opposed to the 25 they had been doing. Time for glee, she told herself.

She had not lived in Charlotte in the time before I-485, had not lived through the political battles, the law suits, and the public policy drama that had given birth to one of the largest road construction projects in the south east. And so it made absolutely no sense to her why they had built this thing with only two lanes in each direction at most points. That was just ludicrous!

Taking a deep sigh, she settled back into her seat, closed her eyes, opened them again, and then tapped the screen that faced her in the center console. The GPS came to life, and the extra $20 a month she paid for the traffic subscription paid off, telling her that if she could just hold out until the next exit, she would have clear sailing to her destination up the back way. Hallelujah!

The sun was starting to fade in the distance, another spring day coming to a close as she rolled down the gravel road that connected the horse farm to the outside world. It was an odd place to find such a thing, a strange place for almost five hundred acres of land to just be sitting, bordered by the interstate on one side, and neighborhoods on three others. But, she smiled to herself, the family had managed to defend themselves against all imminent domain claims, and now "Last Corral" was an integral part of this end of Charlotte, with all the kids that rode and other events designed to insert itself into the growing community, and make itself indispensable to those that were trying to give their children well rounded experiences early on. 

The parking lot was surprisingly empty, but it was a Friday, not normally much of an active day, especially not this late. Most of the younger riders would be relating tales of the horses over dinner right now, and the older crowd used these days to enjoy the ever-expanding array of recreational opportunities available in the city. It was why she came here on these days. Solitude.

Parking the Mercedes, she climbed out and stretched, smelling the hay and the feed, the freshly cut grass. The ranch house sat off to the side, somewhat concealed behind the remaining trees, with the row of barns behind the fence, neatly aligned and freshly painted, the sound of horses coming from inside.

If you spend all day cooped up in an office, in a tower that is surrounded by more towers, talking to people about their real and supposed problems, life can be a bit...well...boring to the point of tears, and frustrating to the point of screaming. If her patients just listened to her, their lives would be much improved. And if the man you had been dating until recently suddenly tells you that what you really need is "some counseling of your own, best provided in a institutional setting," then that relationship joins a long list of others on the junk pile, and you can just move on and realize that you will be spending this Friday night alone. Again. Fuck him, anyway.

With a deep sigh, she walked down the gravel walkway towards the barn, stepping into the twilight that was the home of her best friend, already hearing the horse nicker and blow in her stall, her white flecks shinning in the semi darkness.

Her name was "Himmel," which was apparently German for heaven. The horse patiently waited for her to get close, and let her rub her face and snout, eating the sugar cubes from her hand. As always, the horse did not ask why she was late, did not care that her hair was not holding the shape she had wanted it to, did not care about the run in her panty hose, or the fact that she had once again managed to wash her cell phone with the laundry yesterday. 

Himmel could care less that some kid had thrown a fit in the waiting room today, and peed all over the place, and always silently agreed that Roger was a gigantic butt hole, even going so far as to agree through vigorous head shaking every now and then. But one could never really tell if that was truly related to what the rider was saying, or if she just did that out of the volition of her own pear sized brain. 

"She's been waiting on you." The voice came from the other end of the barn, and she had to shield her eyes against the remaining sun that formed the backdrop to the well-muscled form coming towards her. It wasn't until he got close that she recognized David, the self appointed "ranch hand" and nephew to the couple that owned the horse farm.

As per usual, he was dressed in heavy work boots, dirty blue jeans that hung precariously low on his hips, yet did not show any underwear (she often wondered if he owned any), the massive stainless steel watch on his left arm, and a white baseball cap turned backwards. Shirts seemed to be something else that only rarely made an appearance on his well-muscled body, not that there were many women around here complaining about that, his abs were the definition of six-pack.

Which was where her eyes hung for a second, a second longer than they should have, allowing a soft sigh to pass her lips. He had boulders for shoulders, massive blocks of muscle from moving the bales of hay and feed around, popping tendons and ripples of muscle that led down into powerful arms and large hands, matched by a well developed chest, and ripped abs that she really liked looking at for some reason. He was tall, a swimmers build, which was apparently what he had done in high school. She didn't know much else about him, except that he had shown up a couple of months ago, and she was silently thankful for it. The old couple that owned the farm was in need of a helping hand, and he had brought two of them, making the place a much more efficient and enjoyable experience for all involved.

"Traffic is a killer."

"You should leave the office earlier. Don't you work down by the hospital?" He was standing next to her now, reaching up and scratching Himmel between the ears. The horse ignored him at first, then brought its head over his shoulder, and seemed to almost sigh. Maybe even the mare was attracted to this fine specimen of a man.

"Yeah, I work in one of the towers right next to it. Well..."

"You work with crazy people? Or is that just a rumor?"

"What?" She stopped, looking over at the man with as fierce as gaze as she could muster. She hated it when people referred to her clients as crazy.

"You're a shrink, right?"

"I am a Psychiatrist, and I graduated from medical school at Duke, thank you."

"Whoa, easy now. I mean no offense." He smiled his broadest smile, hands up in an almost defensive posture. "I'm just trying to act interested."

"Act?"

"Well, not much of an act. Making conversation, I guess."

He smiled again, and then nodded for her to follow him as he headed back towards the pen behind the barns. She shrugged, then caught up with him, feeling his eyes on her as she walked next to him. 

She could not know it, and would not have believed it if he had told her, but he liked what he saw. Jennifer was to him, a most beautiful specimen of woman, with the long blond hair, the gray eyes, and the full swell of her hips and breast. She had nicely developed legs that looked gorgeous in the dark hose and the professional power skirt that went with the gray power jacket, and black power heels. Power woman, every part of her screamed, and when he had read a quote from her in the Charlotte Observer that morning, he had been duly impressed. Power mind to tie it all together, bringing full circle the power package of hot body and quick wit.

"What did you do before you came here?" She was slyly ogling him herself, trying to not get caught as he walked before her.

"What do you mean?" He forced himself to stand at his full height, rolling his shoulders back, and walking normally. "Before the farm?"

"Yeah. You just showed up one day, and next thing you know, you've totally revamped the operation here."

"I was in the Navy."

"Really? Doing what?"

"Swimming, mostly." He grinned, and she let it go as they reached the fence, looking out into the enclosure, the horses were running in a circle the way they tend to do in a fenced in space when they get worked up.

She recognized several of them by name, and the rest by sight, especially the females. For whatever reason, she felt a special affinity with mares and filly's that she did not have with the others. Leaning on the fence, she watched as they thundered by, and then came around again. 

He was leaning against it next to her, and she could smell his sweat, feel the heat from him. It was affecting her, she suddenly realized, squeezing her legs at the surprising admittance that she was sopping wet!

"Uncle Ron said that when Journey has her next foal, you are going to buy it." He indicated the horse he was talking about with a nod of his head as they came by again, and Jennifer nodded as she watched one of the younger geldings try to slow the horse with a push from his head. But Jupiter, the large stallion in the pen easily pushed him aside, and they came around once more.

David reached down into a bucket by his feet, picked up an apple, and launched it across the pen. One of the horses snapped its head around, caught the treat in midair, and kept going. It was an impressive trick, and she said so.

"You ever watch them do it?" He had his arms on either side of her now, leaning in behind her. His voice was low and raspy, the heat from the air he spoke tickling her ear as she saw the horses continue to race around the pen, a form of equine foreplay that only added fuel to her smoldering fire. She knew it was a foregone conclusion since only one of them in there even had the ability, but still...

"No..."

"Well, I'm sure you know where the term comes from." He did not explain which one he meant, but she understood as his body pressed into her, and she moaned out softly, feeling the hard shaft in his jeans press into her ass, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her in close against his powerful chest. Her mind reeled under the sudden sensation of being touched all over, and for just a second she struggled, as he bit into her neck.

The combination of pain and pleasure overrode her good sense, made her pause and hold as he unbuttoned her shirt, and then he was rubbing her tits, rolling her nipples, taking his time to tease them to full hardness, making her moan, catching her breath as one hand slid under her skirt, and elicited little cries of pleasure from her.

"You are just as excited as they are." He did not seem surprised to find her pussy dripping wet, her clit aching for his touch, the fire he lit in her as he rubbed it not to be denied.

She could not believe what was happening, as they stood against the fence, out in the open, her body being played by the young boy, her mind unable to comprehend the rapid turn of events, but her soul craving the attention and affection, racing towards the release that suddenly shook her, making her cry out.

"That's good...good little girl. Don't fight it. Just let me have it." The whisper was hot and harsh, then he bit into her neck again, his size and strength holding her place in place, dominating her as she heard his zipper come down, and he pulled up her skirt, bunching it around her waist. She did not resist, just grabbed the fence for support, and cried out as a massive penis pushed into her from behind without warning.

He was thicker then any man she had ever experienced, filling her with one smooth motion, and starting a deep, deep rhythm that had him pull back, then slam into her, almost lifting her off her feet as he pounded her, one hand between her legs, the other on her tits, nibbling on her ear, whispering to her what a hot little filly she was, how she needed a good stud to come along and fuck her. She could only moan, nod, and agree, taking what he dished out, loving every second of it.

The next one hit her even harder, and she cried out once more, her whole body shaking like a fish on a stick, his massive cock in her making the feeling and experience surreal, the first orgasm from intercourse she had experienced in years, the pleasure too much to be believed.

He slowed down; holding her close, then pulled out and eased her down onto the ground. She saw a smug, satisfied smile on his face, and she did not understand as he pulled away, pulling his pants up, and zipping them shut. "Stay here. I'm not done with you yet." 

Turning his hat forward, he hopped over the fence, and she watched as he separated the herd of horses, whistling, clapping, and directing them by standing amongst them and pointing. Finally he got Journey and Jupiter separated, and the two ran down the chute that he locked behind them. Hopping the gate, he raced down the narrow enclosure, and locked the horses in the pen he had already prepared, then climbed back out, and picked her up into his arms.

"I have a show for you, little girl." It was the first time he kissed her on the lips, and it was a powerful kiss, not one meant to explore or invite, but one mean to convey power and possession, to convey that he had taken her sexuality, and he was not yet done with his little play toy. She moaned into the kiss, feeling him push his tongue into her mouth, the way his powerful arms held her close as he carried her up the stairs.

"Have I ever told you that you are a beautiful woman?"

"No..."

"Has anybody told you lately?"

"No..."

"That's a damn shame. You are a very lovely young lady. And so delicious."

A thick blanket was spread on the floor of the loft, and she wondered how much of this he had planned ahead. He lay her down on it, ass up in the air, and then knelt over her, so that they could both look down into the stall. It was closed off, so that the horses had what humans might call privacy, and it was a bit bigger than the other ones, with the walls covered with padded leather, to prevent injuries. His uncle and aunt called it the "honeymoon suite," designed by the veterinarian from UNC Charlotte to help the animals in the breeding process. Not that it would appear that the two down there right now needed any help, as Jupiter mounted Journey.

"You see that?"

"Yes...." And she felt him pull her ass up, felt his cock sliding back into her, felt his hand on her tits and between her legs, squeezing her clit, making her body shake again. 

But this time was different, as he put her on all fours, and fucked her, fucked her hard. This was not the loving she had gotten down on the fence, this was getting railed by a man with powerful hips and a big cock, who knew how to use it, and who was driving her crazy, making her scream and cry with that big tool, her body quaking and rolling, unable to take it, the sensation, the experience, the smells and the sounds too much. She had always dreamed of a romp in the hay loft, and would admit to having thought about romping in this hay loft with him more then once as she played with her pocket rocket, but she had never thought it would feel this GOOD!

Her breathing was failing her, she was sticky and sweating, and his cock just would not quit slamming into her! The man had amazing endurance, and she was afraid that if she came one more time, she might pass out! She had never felt so on fire, her whole being consumed by the series of ripples he sent through her. As if by instinct, he keyed in on every spot on her body that turned her on, bit her in all the right places, grabbed and pulled her hair just right, smacked her ass in a way that made her beg for more.

She was stunned and surprised by the things she said, in total disbelief when he stuffed his cock down her throat and she greedily sucked it, unable to reconcile her own nodding at his statement that she was a slut, and unwilling to believe that it was her who jacked her ass back up so he could keep fucking her. But it felt so good; it felt so wonderful that she knew that at this moment she would do anything for this young stud.

"You like that, you little slut?"

"Ohh...yes, yes, yes! Please, please, I need it..."

"You going to let me do whatever I want to you?"

"Oh, god yes! Anything, anything you want!" She was groaning and moaning, begging for it, begging for his cock.

And so it was much too late when she realized that her ass was being spread open, that three fingers had pushed inside and extended, and then he pulled his cock out, coated in her slick juices, and pushed inside.

She cried out, begged for mercy, pleaded for him to stop, on all fours tried to crawl forward and away, but he had a firm grip on her hair, pulling her back, and pushed forward with all his weight. She screamed out as the horses below blew excitedly, Jupiter furiously pumping away at Journey, and she felt his arms enclose her, and then he bit her again.

She screamed as he ass fucked her, his big dick spreading her, molding her to his cock, pounding into her. It was as if her entire being had been stuffed with cock, all she could focus on was the massive member in her, and his fingers squeezing and milking her clit. It was too much to hold on to, too much to feel, the sensory overload numbing her to everything but the pleasure shooting up her spine, and the pain from her first anal penetration.

She heard the things he whispered in her ear, understood the dirty thing she was promising and being threatened with, but her mind could not put it all together, the cohesion of her tightly disciplined self had been shattered, all that mattered was getting railed by this young stud, and feeling his cum in her. She begged for it, begged for him to fill her, and he was more than happy to oblige, pumping load after load into her ass, letting her feel the hot liquid splash into her. He held her as she collapsed, passing out as Jupiter triumphantly planted her future foal in Journey.

Jennifer was not sure how long she was out, if she had passed out or just fallen asleep, but it was the creaking of the bed that finally penetrated into her consciousness enough to wake her. That, and the familiar feeling of his cock.

Her eyes flew open, the way they always did, but she was not a wake up person, and there was always a second of being confused. This time was no different as she looked into his smiling eyes, feeling his cock pounding into her again, and she moaned out.

He had her legs up over his shoulders, her pussy open and exposed, and he was pushing himself deep into her, kissing her, sucking her nipples, biting them. She realized that in this position, with her legs basically against her chest, she was hopeless, could not move, and could not escape. He had her hands pinned above her head with one hand, the other one rubbing her ass. She struggled for a second, then realized that it was futile, and she didn't want to get away, it felt so DAMN GOOD!


The Filly & The Stud Ch. 01



"What are you...what are you..."

"Enjoying your lovely body. Relax and enjoy it too, you little slut." He kissed her again, and she could not help but moan as his big cock dragged across her sore clit. It felt damn good, he knew what he was doing, going in circles in her, touching all her deep spots.

"Please....please....."

"You want some more of this?"

Her ass had not yet fully returned to its natural state, and the juices running out of her pussy must have lubricated it, as he pulled out, and pushed himself back into her most sacred spot. She cried out, her eyes getting big at the sudden invasion, and he thrust himself in and out with deep, slow, hard motions of his hip. "You like that, you little ass whore?"

"Ahhhh...aahhh..." She could not respond, her mind reeling under the feeling, her eyes screwed shut as she orgasmed again. Then he was in her pussy again, pounding it, before he pulled out, and came all over her stomach. 

"Come on, my little sex toy." She felt his arms enclosing her, and then he walked her into the bathroom, sitting her down on the toilet. He had to hold her, then help her into the shower, where he gently washed and caressed her, kissing her, holding her close to him as he gently rubbed her body. 

"Where are you aunt and uncle?"

"The horse show in Asheville. They won't be back until Sunday."

She leaned into him, his hands all over her, the soft cloth feeling so good in his hands as he lathered her up, holding her, rinsing her down, then lathered her up again. He took his time washing her arms and shoulders, then scrubbing her back, her tits and stomach. It felt so good to be held, to feel wanted, and she didn't resist when he started rubbing her pussy, teasing it, the suddenness and strength of the orgasm that hit her surprising her. He washed her there as well, then her legs and feet, kissing them softly and sucking her toes.

Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped her in a thick towel, drying her slowly, kissing her body all over as he went along, holding her in his arms. When he pushed her back down on the bed, she moaned out, begging him for mercy. He laughed, then undid the towel and massaged her back and legs, rubbing her with lotion, and she felt silly for thinking that he would attack her again. But she felt his tongue at her ass, and when she looked back she saw the lust in his eyes. Her night was not over yet, and she knew it. 

Finally he wrapped her back up, then led her downstairs, sitting her down at the massive table that formed the edge of the kitchen. Windows surrounded the breakfast corner, and she remembered the other times she had sat here, having been invited into the home of the McKoy family on several occasions. When he put a plate in front of her, the smells enticed her to open her eyes and admit that not only could he cook, but he could present as well.

"Where you a chef in the navy?"

"No, a diver." He brought a bottle of wine, popped the cork, and poured her a glass. "Hope you didn't have any plans that I kept you from tonight." With a nod of his head he indicated the clock on the wall. It was already half past eight, but she only smiled and shook her head.

"Well, I was going to have plans, but then my boyfriend...well, ex boyfriend, said I was crazy."

"I think you are..." He slid onto the bench next to her, wrapping one arm around her, and kissing her softly, toying with her tongue. "...crazy for cock."

"I think you are crazy for pussy."

"Only yours. You have no idea how long I've been trying to find out how I could get up your skirt."

She giggled, then they ate in silence, the only other noises their occasional soft kisses. He waited for her to be done, surprised by how hungry she was, then cleaned off the table, and they walked out onto the back deck, taking the wine with them. The sun had dipped behind the horizon long ago, but the lighting out along the fence line, on the far side of the house along the gravel road, and in the barns combined to form a sort of soft ambient lighting, as they sat on the over-stuffed couch that rested underneath the gazebo, the towel coming off again, and his hands roaming her body.

"You are a very beautiful woman."

"You are kind to keep saying that..."

"I mean it." Sucking one nipple into his mouth, he pulled her onto his lap, and she felt his hardness through the shorts he was wearing. "I'm going to have to show you again."

"Not again! I'm sore!"

"Tough." Pushing her down on the couch, he held her struggling hands over her head, kneeling between her legs and kissing her, as he tied her to the couch with string from the cushions. She cried out as he bit her again, then he was between her legs, and she felt his tongue pushing into her.

It was a divine sort of feeling, almost like flying, of total nothingness, as he sucked on her clit, nibbled it, licked it, teased it, caressed it, brought it out and toyed with it. She was bucking into his mouth, straining against her bonds, begging for him to stop, and for him to never quit at the same time.

He was as skilled at this as he was in all other areas of love making, taking his time to fully get her wet, nibbling on her lips as his hands played with her tits, sucking and toying with her clit, flicking it, tattooing it with fast jabs of his tongue, leaving her breathless and aching for more. It was a feeling not to be denied, a heat that she had never felt before today, a yearning and a longing for cock and sex that reduced her to begging for it.

So she did not object to him gagging her a bit with his cock, did not stop him when he untied her, pulled her onto his lap, and spanked her until her ass was red. And more than willingly she flipped onto her stomach, even though he told her that there was a good chance she would get it up the ass again. She did not care. She needed his big fuck stick in her pussy.

So he took her, wrapped his arms around her, held her down, bit her like the stud he was, and fucked her pussy, fucking her senseless. She had never been dominated by a man like this, had never had a man push himself on her, take her, kiss her, fuck her, make her want more and more.

Her pussy was on fire, her insides felt raw, and the combination of pleasure and soft pain was driving her mad, making her scream and thrash about as he filled her with his dick, pulled and pinched her nipples, and rubbed her pussy. His voice was harsh in her ear, telling her what she knew, telling her what a slut she was, and how she was going to get her ass reamed again before he would let her leave. She heard him telling her that she was his slave and his whore, and she could not believe that she was agreeing, that she was begging for the harsh treatment he was giving her, asking for more and more of it. The nasty words echoing in her mind drove her up the wall, and when he finally filled her with more of his cum, she shuddered with her own release, not wanting it to be over.

Slowly he pulled back, pulling her into his arms, and kissing her. "You know you aren't leaving tonight."

"Yes."

"Well, come on then." Taking her hand, he led her back inside, up the stairs to his room in the back of the house. She followed him like a good submissive woman, knowing fully well what awaited her in that room. Her ass tingled with the anticipation.

This time it was the sun that woke her, tickling her face through the big windows at the back of the room, bringing consciousness to her mind, and awaking the aches that she felt. He had forced it up her ass again, against her will, had made her take it, made her beg for it, her pussy craving the pleasure, and her mind unable to stop itself from demanding more from him. 

She had never spent a night like that, loving another until they collapsed from exhaustion, glued together by sweat and other body fluids, her vagina throbbing and on fire, and she was sure his cock felt the same way. He had screwed her senseless, over and over and over, in positions she had never even heard of or dreamt of before. But clearly, putting her on her stomach, and jacking her ass up was his favorite one, the one where he felt the most dominant, and where she felt the most helpless before her powerful lover.

Stretching, she realized that the bed was empty, looking around for the man who had made last night so enjoyable. The last thing she clearly remembered was him cradling her in his strong arms, softly kissing her all over, telling her to go to sleep, that he would take care of his little girl. She had not slept so well in years, and she had not felt him slip away.

When she stood, it was on unsteady legs, and she was surprised to see that it was already eleven o'clock on the red read out of the alarm clock sitting on his nightstand. But true, they had been doing it until probably three in the morning. She had never sucked cock so much in her life, but she had never been eaten so long, either. He had a most powerful and skilled tongue, that one.

There was a robe on the back of the bathroom door, and after a quick pit stop, she slid into it, about to walk out of the room in search of the young man when something stopped her. Walking back across the room, she pushed open the door to his closet, and peered inside. A set of navy Dress Blues was hanging at the far end, wrapped in a thick, protective plastic bag, shielding it from dust, mildew, and moths. 

She had seen uniforms like this before, and for a second, she felt a pang of guilt and pain. Her particular swan song had been in summer whites, and her shoulder boards had been stars, not crows with stripes.

He was an EOD Diver, she realized as she studied the warfare device. Why was that such a big deal? The ribbons were a bit harder to read, she had never studied those as closely as she should have. National Defense, and Global War on Terrorism (Service) were easy, everybody had those. Good Conduct, two Navy Achievements Medals, a Life Saving Medal, Combat Action Ribbon, and she did not recognize the rest. Was that a Purple Heart? Impressive, she thought. All that, and he was what...Petty Officer 2nd Class? Not bad.

"What are you doing?"

His voice was a sudden interruption into her world, and she spun around, instantly feeling guilty, even though she was not entirely sure why. He was standing at the door, dressed in the same boots, jeans, and hat, but now with a long sleeved black t-shirt to go with it, advertising the benefits of Harley Davidson ownership.

"Nothing, I was just..."

The anger on his face surprised her, as he came towards her, and slammed the closet shut. "Do I dig through your shit?"

"Ahh, no...."

"I think it's best you leave." Without hesitation he turned and walked out of the room, pointing to her clothes, neatly folded on top of his dresser. She did not understand, but she slowly got dressed, and then headed downstairs.

The parking lot was about as full as one would expect on a temperate spring time Saturday, with kids running this way and that, the picnic tables on the far side of the barns all full of people. The little concession stand was open, and she could see the other "Ranch Hands" moving to and fro, tending to the horses and the customers as she stepped off the porch of the house. 

David was standing in the parking lot, rolling his head back and forth, and occasionally talking into the radio that he kept tossing from hand to hand. He seemed to know everybody that climbed out of a car, truck, or van by name, greeting them all with a friendly smile, and promising each kid the greatest ride yet.

But she saw more than that as she stepped down. She saw the way the women looked at him, even the older girls, saw how they surveyed his arms and chest, that great ass in his jeans as they passed, saw how they smiled and flirted as much as they could in front of husbands, boyfriends, and parents, and then moved on, happy for their short moment. And she was jealous, felt possessive.

Walking up to him, she pulled out her car keys, gently touching his shoulder as she passed. "Can I call..."

"No."

"David, please..."

"I have work to do."

But before he could walk away, she grabbed his arm. He turned to face her, and she stuffed her business card, with her home phone number, cell phone number, and email address hastily scribbled on, into his hand. "Please?"

She didn't wait for a response, but dropped into the deep blue CL, backing up, and slowly rolling towards the road, where she revved it up, and shot towards home. He watched her go, but it was hard to see how upset she was from the outside looking in.

Unfortunately for her, the therapy of driving was unavailable if you live down the road and around the corner. The garage opened on silent command from the car as she approached, the brick house sitting silently on the acre-sized lot, awaiting her return home.

As soon as she walked in the door, Liger and Tiglon were there, jumping up and down, howling as if the world might end. Her bad mood instantly got worse, as she realized that the cats had not been fed since she left home yesterday morning. Cursing herself and him, she headed to their room, and remedied the situation. Their water fountain was still good, but she refilled it as well, then did the litter box, and decided that since she was this far, she might as well go all the way.

After getting dressed in sweats more appropriate to the situation, she cleaned the whole house, which always had a calming effect, then climbed on her riding lawn mower. A fenced in back yard had been a must when she had been looking for a house to buy, and the country club that the her home was located in had gone one better than she had expected with what she had gotten at closing. 

The original plan for the house had called for the entire property to be walled in, with the house sitting right smack dab in the middle, and an additional wall cutting the compound in half, forming a front and a back yard. The stone walls would have been ten feet high, protecting the gazebo, pool, and volley ball court to be constructed from prying eyes. Unfortunately the man who had all these great dreams went broke when the tech bubble burst, so she had gotten the house for a pittance. Since the wall was already contracted, she had managed to have it reduced to a more manageable six foot privacy fence that only enclosed the back half of the property, which allowed the two fool cats to run lose when they needed to heed the call of the wild, but only Tiglon would come outside when she was mowing the grass.

She had found the spotted tabby on the side of the road three years ago, coming home from work. The cat was barely alive, and would not have lived through the night, suffering the severe after effects of the kind of headache that only a collision with a car will cause in a small animal. She had rushed him to the animal hospital, where they had managed to save his life, but his right ear and eye were missing, along with parts of his skull. Apparently the parts that held the fear section of his brain, because he loved to sit on her lap, still as a mouse, and ride the lawn mower with her. He also loved road trips, but that was a whole separate issue.

Once the lawn was finally done, she walked inside, debated, relented, changed, and went out for the run she had planned on doing this morning when she had woken up. It was mid afternoon by the time she got back, soaked in sweat, realizing for the first time that marathon sex the night before definitely affects how you run the next day, sometimes in positive ways.

Angie, her neighbor of almost three years, must have been watching for her to come back, because almost precisely an hour after walking through her door, there was a knock at the kitchen door, and the older lady was standing there with two massive margarita glasses. She was always at least patient enough to give her friend a chance to shower and become presentable again.

"Happy Saturday!"

"Is that the occasion today?" It was hard to not like the infectious woman, who seemed to always be smiling, constantly half drunk or medicated, and just supremely happy in life.

"Sure, why not? I saw you out there running; I thought I was going to have a heart attack! Honey, if I looked half as good as you, I would not torture myself like that!" She made an exaggerated gesture of wiping her brow as she slid onto one of the chairs that lined the breakfast bar. "So..."

"Yes..."

"What's going on..." Angie gave her the raised eyebrow, the look rather anxious.

"What ever do you mean?"

"Don't play innocent with me, hussy! I know you didn't come home last night!"

"How do you know that?"

"Rich came back from a business trip last night, and I was up until two in the morning waiting for him. No lights, no car, no nothing. And then I got up this morning to walk over to the wives coffee at the club house, and as I turned on Pine tree, I saw a rather distinctive looking German made car come down the road."

"Yes, mother, I have been caught!" Jennifer laughed as she dug through the fridge to find the rest of the dip she had made recently, then opened a bag of chips, and placed both between them. "Ok, so what?"

"Well...the desperate housewife wants the scoop!"

Jennifer laughed again, taking a sip from her drink. Her friend really only used the mixer for color, and the ice for texture. Alcohol was the backbone of her mixed drink adventures. "I got lucky last night."

"Really? With who? Not that snotty Markus guy, I hope?"

"No, Markus and I broke up, remember." She shook her head. Angie always made mountains out of the molehills of her relationships. The woman had birthed and raised three sons, bless her heart, and to her, Jennifer was almost the daughter she had always wished for. Except that her daughter would have been married by now.

"Right...and rightfully so! I'll give him one in the kisser if I see his ass around!" She shook her fist at the imaginary boyfriend, her face contorted into a mask of anger and defiance for a minute. "But anyways...so who was it?"

"Somebody else."

"Oh come on, have I ever spilled your secrets? I can't believe you would hold out on me like that!" She put on her best "hurt-feeling-face", and Jennifer sighed, relenting.

"You know the horse farm..."

"Oh god, Jennifer!"

"NO! Ew, that's gross! Come on! You want me to tell you or what?"

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry." Her face showed it, and Jennifer sighed, continuing. 

"The owners, I know them fairly well, they have a young nephew who is working there now. He apparently just got out of the Navy, and he's so hot! So hot! And well...apparently he wanted a piece of me."

As she said it, she suddenly realized what had transpired last night. David had come onto her! He was the one that had asked her to come out to the fence, the one that had basically raped her against the fence pole! He was the one who had placed the blanket upstairs in the loft, fully intending to make her watch the horses, to get her all worked up, to fuck her senseless in the hay. She was not sure if he had been aiming to keep her there all night, but that much had been premeditated.

She tried to reconcile time and space in her mind, but there was too much haze, too much time spent beneath a body that was hammering away at her, making her go off like a rocket. Maybe he was just a good cook, and pulled that meal for two out of his ass, or he had planned that too. But no matter what, it was undeniable that he had been ready for her when she showed up, and she had fallen into a trap set by the studly young man with a desire for a virgin ass, a tight little pussy, and a woman who apparently was in desperate need of the sexual domination he was offering.

"What's wrong?" Angie's voice tore her back to the present, and she shook her head, leaning against the counter.

"Nothing...I just realized something..."




The Filly & The Stud Ch. 01



"What? That sex with younger men is often more exciting?"

"What?"

"Nothing."

Jennifer looked at the woman, who had suddenly become very interested in the two kitties rolling across the floor. Despite being somewhat incomplete, Tiglon was a scrapper. The cat was maybe half as old as his older brother, and clearly handicapped on his right side, but he had the weight advantage by about two pounds, plus he had the instincts of a cat who had lived outside most his life, and indomitable will. But his brother's left hook got him every time.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing. You should really take your cats to one of those cat salons, especially the big one."

"You aren't sleeping around again, are you?"

"You make it sound so dirty."

"IT IS!" That came out louder than it should have, but Jennifer was trying to express the exasperation she felt. It had been almost two years ago now that she had called the police to the house next door, fearing for the safety of her friends as she heard screaming and breaking pottery. She had never seen a door battered down with a battering ram, but standing in her front yard, talking to a friend of hers who was a cop, it was rather interesting to see.

Rich and Angie were one of those couples that had over time drifted into the habit of infidelity, with all the bad clichés that went with it. Secretaries, pool boys, personal trainers of both sexes, and a host of others had serves as proxies in a battle between two personalities ill equipped to deal with an empty nest after years or marriage. She had gotten them help with a friend of hers who was a great marriage counselor, and she had thought she was seeing signs of recovery.

"I am not. But I still remember what it was like. And let me tell you...Rich is a good man, a great father, and a wonderful provider but let me be hones with you honey...I would give up most of that for the life of great sex that some of those men promised. Kids go away, and money doesn't really matter...but sex...wow."

"I'm going to leave that alone." Jennifer shook her head, continuously perplexed by some of the things that her friends believed in. 

"Just think about it, honey." Angie smiled, and then rose to leave.

Jennifer watched her go, the two cats interested enough in all the commotion in the kitchen to temporarily stop fighting and start begging for treats by the door to the pantry, knowing fully well that's where they were kept. She sighed, but complied, knowing fully well that she should not give in to the aminals. "You guys are spoiled brats, you know that?"

But they just gave her blank looks, then went to town on the fish shaped treats she dropped before them. Like a good parent, she tried to give them each an equal number, but things never worked out that way, and they always wanted the one that the other one had, like good children. With a sigh she stood back up, walking over to the counter to answer the ringing phone.

"Hello?"

"Jennifer!" Angie's voice filled the phone in a harsh, conspiratorial whisper.

"Yes!" Naturally, this would have to be reciprocated.

"He's here!"

"Who?" But it was a bit tiring.

"The boy! He's outside your house..."

The rest of what she said got lost as the doorbell rang, and the cats raced towards the oak front door. They loved the front door, and they loved visitors, and she could see a form through the stained glass that made up the center of the door. 

How could he have found her? And how would Angie know what he looked like? The doorbell rang again, and she put the phone down on the charger, hanging up on her friend, walking towards the door in an almost trance like state.

Liger loved the door the most, and he got pushed out of the way with a foot as she reached for the handle, took a deep breath, and opened it. It was him. It was him!

"Hey."

"Hi..."

"Sorry." He held out his hand, and she was stunned to see a bundle of wild flowers there. She took them, beckoning him to follow her inside, kicking the door shut.

They walked back into the kitchen, and she pulled out a vase and set the flowers in water on her breakfast table, then turned to the young man, who was looking at the pieces of art that hung on the wall going up the stairs.

"Nice digs."

"Thanks..."

"Listen, I'm really sorry about earlier. I ah...I kinda over reacted. It's just..."

"You don't have to explain yourself."

"Really?"

"No, it's ok. You can tell me when you are ready."

"Maybe fucking a shrink ain't so bad."

"How nicely said."

He smiled at her, a million watts of sexiness just oozing out of him, and flying across the air between them on the rays of his smile, striking her with almost physical force. Damn, he was hot! She tried to move, tried to say something, preferably something witty and sexy, but she would settle for charming, or maybe just not retarded, oh god, he was coming closer, her body was not moving, and then he walked over, taking her in his arms, and started kissing her.

They stood in her kitchen like that, just kissing, sucking each other's tongues and lips, nibbling, caressing, touching, fondling, feeling. He was taking his time, taking the time to kiss her until she was breathless, stoke her fire, make her want it, really want it, and then he pulled back, making her groan in frustration as she tried to pull off his pants, tried to get to what she wanted, needed, but he was only smiling at her.

"Get on your knees." He nodded at the floor, and willingly she sank down before him, watching him unzip his pants. His cock flopped out, slapping her in the face, and she opened her mouth, sucking him in, her hands grabbing his hips as he sunk his hand into her hair, and started fucking her face.

There was nothing gentle about it, nothing soft and loving. He grabbed her hair, and then his cock started pushing into her throat, making her gag a bit as she pursed her lips tightly around him, licking the head, sucking on it. She could hear him moan, could feel him pushing it deeper into her throat, making her take it.

"That's a good little filly. Suck that big cock, you little slut." He had pinned her head between the counter and his hips, fucking her mouth, the fat head punishing her tonsils and throat.

Reaching between her legs, she could not believe how wet she was, and under his harsh encouragement, she started playing with herself, rubbing her pussy, one hand on his big dick, the other on her clit, unable to contain the raging sexual energy shooting through her. She was barely aware of his arms reaching for her, and him lifting her onto the counter.

In a flash she was naked, and he was sucking on her tits, poking his cock into her wet pussy. She cried out as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in tight. She did the same, her legs squeezing him into her as he bit her neck, his balls slapping against her, cock pounding her little pussy into submission once more, making her moan and cry as the fire raced through her again.

"You like that, getting fucked by my big dick?"

"Ohhh...so good...so good." Her eyes were rolled back in her head, she could not believe now good it felt to have him inside of her, to feel his hips slapping against her. Pulling out, he bent her over the counter, and then pushed back into her from behind, reaching deep into her pussy, making her cry out as he began anew.

"I'm going to fuck you hard. Show you who's boss around here. Show you who that little pussy belongs to. You are my little filly, my little slut."

"Oh yes! Make me yours! I'll be all yours, all yours!"

"You gonna let me ass fuck you, you little whore?"

"Anything! Anything! Just please, please...ahhha..aaaah!" The sudden orgasm shook her, as he pinched her clit, driving her mad, holding her down and screwing her hard. She could not believe how good it felt to have him treat her like this, to be so brutal and vocal with her.

Jennifer had never been with a man who just decided one day that he would take her. She had never been in a situation where a man had planned to seduce her, then took her, and fucked her senseless. The feeling of helplessness that pervaded her was powerful, and it made the next orgasm that much sweeter, as she begged him to rail her little pussy, to fuck his slut, to take her, to have her, to use her.

He was hard, holding her tight, grabbing her to make her wince, the pain mixing with the pleasure to tickle her fancy, to make her beg for more, to tell him that yes, she was his little slut, his little filly, the one he could fuck any way he choose to. She saw the same lust in his eyes that she knew was written in hers, and when he came in her, he screamed her name.

Slowly he backed out, kissing her softly, a smile toying with the edge of his lips. "Wow...that was great. Thanks." He pushed her back down, pushing his cock into her mouth, making her suck it off, before he pulled her back up, and sat her on the counter, kissing her lips. 

"Thanks for what?" She was trying to catch her breath, snuggling into him, feeling his powerful arms and back.

"I really needed that. I have a date tonight."

"Oh?" The flash of anger in her was immediate, but his smile did not dissipate in the face of the emotions suddenly written on her face.

"Yeah. So be ready at eight, I'm picking you up." Kissing her again, he turned and walked out the door. 

She exhaled slowly, sliding off the counter on to the floor, closing her eyes. Jesus, she was 31, she couldn't take this emotional roller coaster. She knew who it was when the phone started ringing, and she just let it ring. It was bubble bath time.

Eight o'clock got there way too soon, and it was one of those days that women do not relish. Date. Date? Date! Such a simple word, and yet that was all it took to short circuit the part of the brain responsible for logical thinking, and fire up all the parts that do not respond to such silly ideas as reason, consideration, and thoughtfulness.

So she called in the heavy hitters to help her out. The panel consisted of Angie, the anxious neighbor; Stella, the most brilliant doctor and best looking woman in Charlotte (she had the tiara to prove it); and Maggie, the recently married to a professional football player, college friend. They all sat on the couch that ran the length of her bedroom wall between the door to the hallway, and the door to the bathroom, sipping wine, and critiquing her clothes.

"Skirt." Angie waved with the stem of her glass.

Stella giggled somewhat derisively in reply, "you always say skirt." 

"Because skirt says flirt," Maggie agreed from the other side of the bench. "I second the skirt. With boots. Those right there."

"Second that. How about that red blouse you bought the other day..." Angie and Maggie at least seemed to be in agreement.

"Red blouse might be to much." And yet Stella was still resistant.

"Good point. You know, I really like the Santa Fe motif in here."

"You mean these earth tone walls? That's just tacky. I say skirt, boots, and the blue top." Waving her hand, Stella pointed to the clothes she was indicating.

"What if it's not fancy?"

"Skirt is always in style. Go with heels and the white crop you have."

"You could not have any shoes on when he comes to the door, and kind of fish for what you are doing. It is your prerogative as a woman to take at least fifteen minutes after he arrives to get ready."

"Where did you get this wine, this is amazing? "

Jennifer rolled her eyes as her friends chattered incessantly. Really what they provided was white noise, so that the thoughts spinning out of control in her own head did not start yelling so loud that she lost her damn mind. With a deep sigh, she stepped back into her walk in closet, slipped into the skirt and boots, and pulled on the white top indicated.

"How about this?"

The verdict was two thumbs up, and one thumb sideways, kinda wiggling up and down. Good enough. Walking back into her bathroom, she looked at herself in the full sized mirror, trying to decide what the point of all this was. David had seen her naked, and thought enough of the experience to come back and bang her brains out on her kitchen counter. What more could you ask for?

So when the time came, she was sitting in her living room, trying to focus on the issue of "Psychology Today" that had been waiting in her mailbox when she came home this morning, but her mind was wandering off, until finally the doorbell rang, and she stood.

He was dressed in fashionably clean jeans, which had been heavily starched, and creased. The black boots were polished to a high gloss, and the t-shirt today was a long sleeved white affair, made popular by the likes of Vin Diesel. He looked much better in it, she decided, as he took her into his arms, and laid one on her.

The kiss left her short of breath and swooning, with a massive smile on her face, so he laid another one on her, and he had to tighten his grip to keep her upright. They stood there, just like that in the doorway to her house, holding each other, giving each other the "stupid smile", so he kissed her again, then pulled her up.

"You ready? Wow, you look hot. Nice fuck-me boots."

"You like 'em?"

"Yeah, you can keep those on later." He pulled her tight, rubbing her tits through the soft material of her top, making her moan. "Damn woman, you make me so horny. I could just throw you on that couch and fuck your brains out."

"I turn you on that much?" She was surprised by that. She felt the hard cock in his pants, but she was not sure how much of that was just young hormones. He was a hot young stud, and she enjoyed the way his big cock always made her cum, but his level of excitement over her truly surprised her.

"Oh yeah." He pushed inside, kicking the door shut, and it was not long after that he was buttoning his pants back up, watching her swallow the last of his cum. 

"So, ah..."

"Dinner, then we are going out. Sorry, I was a bit excited earlier. I could only be away from the stables so long before things go crazy down there, and I used up more then the allotted amount of time getting lucky with this hot lady I know."

"You are so cute." This time she iniated the kiss.

She had never ridden a motorcycle. It was just not something that had ever entered into her life, not something that she had encountered along her road to becoming a certified psychiatrist. But he seemed totally unperturbed by this, as he helped her onto the bike, and rolled out of the driveway.

"Shouldn't we be wearing helmets?"

"Not required by state law. And I won't spill us, don't worry. If we do go down, tuck your chin and slide on my back."

"Ohh, great plan!"

"Relax and hold on." And she did just that.

Actually, she had to admit once they started rolling, it was a fairly smooth ride. Unlike the crotch rocket samurai's that always wanted to race her on the interstate, the two of them were not in some uncomfortable forward leaning position, with their bodies basically glued to the bike. His bike was of the cruiser kind, with her sitting slightly above and behind him, and his handlebars extending waaaaaaaaaay up, before they dropped down into his hands. He kept his promise, and she didn't think they went above fifty at any point as they cruised down Providence towards uptown.

There was something else to it, and she was not sure if it was because it was her first time on a motorcycle, of if it was because her arms were wrapped about this most lovely young man, but she had never really noticed how beautiful the city got as it turned to spring, the flowers blooming, the smells, the sounds. Maybe that's what you get for being trapped in a car, she thought.

He pulled into one of the new "motorcycle parking area's" that had started populating uptown, and helped her off, pulling her close as she twisted her leg over, his kiss fierce and determined. "You like something big, black, and hard rumbling between your legs?"

"Uhmmm...it does put me in the right mood for the night." They kissed again, then he led her inside.

The place was one of the new restaurants that seemed to constantly be springing up like mushrooms after the rain. Most of them did not survive a year, but this one looked like it might have potential. Of course, they all did. The décor was a rather eclectic combination of southwestern and industrial, with lots of soft lighting, earthen tones, and polished chrome as they were lead to a table in the back.

David pulled her seat out for her, then slid into the one off to her side, kissing her softly. "I read somewhere that you shouldn't give your date the full frontal, but sit off to the side to lessen the blow."

"Wow, you read?"

For a second he was stunned, then he grinned right back, and kissed her again. She felt his hand slide under her ass, rub it for a second, then under her skirt, and he nodded appreciatively as he felt her thong. "Nice."

"I hope you like it."

"You planning on showing it to me later?"

"I hope so."

"You're going to get ass fucked, you know that, right." He said it with such confidence, and his finger rubbing her pussy through the material of her underwear underscored how sure he was of himself. She could only nod, feeling herself react. "You want it, don't you?"

Again she could only nod, leaning her face down as he nuzzled her ear, and whisper how he was going to force her down again, and make her take it, put his cum up her ass, make her his little slut, fuck her brains out and make her beg for more. Her breath caught as he nibbled on her ear, as his fingers squeezed her clit, then she felt his strong arm wrap around her, holding her as she softly orgasmed.

She leaned into him, trying to catch her breath, feeling his strong arm envelop and hold her, as he softly kissed her forehead, whispering in her ear. "My little filly. That's what I'm here for, to give you all the big cock you can handle. Clearly, your little slut pussy has not been getting fucked enough."

"No...no, it hasn't."

"See...so you want me to fuck your ass, don't you? You want me to take you home, be rough with you, make you a little whore."

"Yesss..." She surprised herself, eyes closed, the soft ripples of another one rolling through her. She moaned softly, and they kissed for a long time.

He let her recover for the rest of dinner, and she was again surprised as he ordered for her. He even got her a glass of wine, but explained that he did not drink when riding the motorcycle. She thought that sensible, and could not help but smile when he told her that he might get her drunk, and take advantage of her. 

After dinner, he insisted they share a piece of cheesecake, most of which he feed to her, a slow, sensual dance that she had to admit he did really well, and that she really enjoyed. He had pulled her chair so close to his she might as well have been sitting on his lap, and his soft touches, and continuous kissing was having an obvious effect on her. But it was clear that release was not yet forthcoming, as he paid the bill, and they walked out into the falling darkness.

Instead of turning right, and heading towards the bike, he turned them left and they walked down the slopping street towards the bars and clubs that populated uptown. At the intersection they turned left again, up the slope now a bit, then into what had once been a trash-strewn alley filled with the debris of drug abusers and those who thought bodily functions were okay if you hid behind a trash pile.

But that had been years ago, before developers bought up all the land, cleaned it up, and cut new doors for new clubs and bars into the walls of the buildings, hung a lot of neon, and turned it into what social observers might call "a trendy spot." He pulled her in tight, kissing her again, as they pushed through the crowd, coming to the line of people waiting to get into the Liquid Lounge.




The Filly & The Stud Ch. 02



When she stepped off the elevator and slowly walked down the hallway towards her office it was something of a revelation as to what being a marathon runner actually meant. Because apparently it did not mean that you had strong legs.

She felt more than knew that she was walking bow legged, and despite her best efforts at rolling her shoulders back and walking upright, she was pretty sure that her bent over position might be permanent now. If this is what a weekend of never ending sex did to you, then the movies could have it! Not really.

She waved to the receptionist at the counter, turned right, and stepped into her space, dropping into the huge leather chair. It had been a present, two years ago, from another man who had entered her life, tried to leave his mark, and then departed the holding pattern when something more willing came along. But it was a good chair, nonetheless. Stretching her legs out, she closed her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath, and letting it all wash over her one last time.

Sure it had seemed like a good idea to let him stay over, and the fact that they did not go to sleep until the sun was starting to show in the east again would not normally have bothered her. She did not think of herself as old, she could hang, and she could write her own book on positions now too, or maybe a website, in this day and age, after all just about every piece of furniture in her bedroom had become a prop for her to take it from him, rather like a badly edited scene from "Sex in the City." The man was like the energizer bunny, he just kept going, and going, and going.

Breakfast in bed had been rather fun, something that she now realized had been missing from a lot of her relationships lately in life. He mostly feed her, explaining that he was not much of a breakfast eater at noon, then put it up her ass again, making her scream with pleasure and pain, before they showered. She did suck him off, and for the first time, a man came on her face. Then he picked her up, and screwed her against the tile walls. Maybe he was ordering Viagra from Canada, or stealing his uncle's Cialis.

The most clothing she had worn yesterday had been a robe and high heels, and the robe had been only because she had a rather low cut satin affair, that he had approved after much begging on her knees with his dick in her mouth. He enjoyed having power over her, that much was clear, and she enjoyed him dominating her, she had discovered, much to her surprise. He had cooked dinner for her with what he found in her house, and then made love to her on the dining room table, another new experience. It had been slow and soft, with a lot of kissing and touching, almost like a trance, until she had exploded in a series of orgasm that had left her weak and incoherent, being carried to her bedroom, where he toyed with her all night. It wasn't until early in the morning today that he had slipped from her bed, made her breakfast, and then disappeared.

So, she asked herself, what exactly had happened? She had enjoyed more sex in the last seventy two hours than probably the whole previous year, all provided by the most skilled lover she had ever encountered, and for the first time from somebody she had not dated for some time prior to hopping into bed with him. But once they had done it on Friday, it had seemed only natural to keep that trend going.

"You coming?" Stella was leaning in the door, and the look on her face made it clear that she expected a full report on the activities that had occurred since last seeing one another, as they walked over to the other tower for the staff meeting.

"I guess I have to." Jennifer hated staff meetings, but she rose, grabbed her notebook, and followed her friend out into the hallway. "You would not believe me if I told you. I'll tell you over lunch, I'm still working it out in my head."

"You're walking funny. He must have wore you out."

"Tell me about it."

So Stella was patient until they were joined by Maggie at the table situated outside, underneath the massive shade providing umbrella's at Dean & DeLuca, each of them nibbling on their salad or sandwich, two of them expectantly staring at the third, until she finally relented.

"He didn't leave until this morning."

"Really?" Maggie had been born in the south, raised in the south, and lived in the south all her life. She talked like it, thought like it, and when she went to church on Sunday, walked like it. The fact that she had married a black man, even a running back in the NFL, was so scandalous that everything she said with any type of seriousness was a joke.

"Yes, really. It was great. He cooked for me, and I can now say that I've had sex in every room of my house, all in one day."

"That's sick." Despite having been named Mrs. Charlotte, and having come out the winner in a head-to-head vote between her and Ms. Charlotte, conducted by the local independent newspaper, Stella was a bit of a prude. Her husband was an engineer with Duke Power by trade, and that fit very well with her world view. 

"I thought it was rather enjoyable."

"I bet!" Maggie looked impressed, and they both knew that the blond was trying to remember if there were any rooms in her house she had not had sex in yet. There probably were, Jacob had just recently purchased them a monster of a McMansion out on the lake.

The two had meet when she rear-ended him at a red light, destroying the bumper of his Escalade with her Jeep. Yet he had somehow been so smitten with the freaked out blond that he had not asked for her insurance, but her phone number. On the first date she had told him that she dreamed of a big house on the lake, a boat, vacationing in foreign countries, kids, and a Porsche. She had woken up to the Porsche the next morning, and they had been working on the kids ever since. He had even renamed the boat he already owned in her honor.

"Well anyways...I guess I'll stop by today and see him. If you guys haven't eaten at DiMaggio's yet, that new place downtown, I can recommend it."

"Wow, he went all out, or did you pay?"

"He paid." She shrugged. Jennifer had accepted along time ago that the number of single men in the state of North Carolina that made more then her was rapidly shrinking, and she was not above paying. But it had never come up.

"Impressive. Maybe being a ranch hand pays well."

"Maybe he wanted to get laid, and so he pulled out all the stops." Stella was never above raining on anybodies parade.

"If that's all he wanted, all he had to do was show up."

"Jesus, you are a little slut, aren't you?" Maggie shook her head, a huge grin on her face.

"Maybe. For the right guy, anyway."

But first she had to say hello to the right horse, so she headed to the horse farm after work, and walked back into the dim barn, over to the pen. "You know...I'm sorry I didn't spend more time with you the other day. But something...came up. I really apologize. But I'll make it up to you today!" Jennifer petted the horse gently, running her hand down her mane, trying to console her like a guilty lover with bribes of apples and sugar cubes.

"I took care of her." David walked into the barn, took her into his arms, and laid it on her. The kiss made her swoon, and she clutched him tight, kissing him back, until they broke for air.

"I've been meaning to ask you...you said you'd been thinking for a while on how to get into my pants..."

"I'd been plotting for about two weeks. Journey took, by the way, so you'll have your horse. I thought that if the whole getting you outside and working you up didn't work, then maybe having groomed and prepped your horse would, and you might give it up to me."

"Is that all you wanted?"

"Well, let's see..." he smiled, then kissed her again, taking a step back. "This is...a bit awkward for me. I've never been in a relationship like this before without having dated the person for a bit. You ok with me calling it a relationship?"

"What is it to you?"

"I guess I can't play this game with somebody that went to school for it."

Now it was her turn to smile, and then kiss him. "Not really. Just tell me what you think, I've got the G2 to figure it out." 

His head visibly jerked at the military term, but she had dropped it on purpose. He slowly rolled his head from side to side, emitting two loud pops. He smiled at her mention of knowing a good chiropractor, then took her into his arms and kissed her again.

"So there I am...discharged from the Navy because my knees and back are messed up beyond belief, stumbling around. So my uncle, kind man that he is, offers me a job to give me something to do with all this energy and anger I have, and wow, this is a great place! Until you walk in."

He paused, kissing her soft lips, and cradling her in his arms. She had discovered that she was a big fan of these arms, the way they seemed to envelop her as they slept, the way they shielded her from the outside, creating a cocoon of protection and safety for her. "You are so gorgeous, so beautiful, and so damn smart. Wow. The perfect woman. Everything a man dreams of and I just want to touch you, to feel you, to taste you. But what am I going to say to you? What can a twenty-six year old kid offer a gorgeous and successful woman in her thirties? Well, the answer is sex. So I came up with a plan to seduce you, and it worked I'm pretty proud to say. But now I'm in this somewhat unpleasant situation of wanting to be with you, but having no leg to stand on."

"Why do you say that?"

"I just did."

"You think you have nothing to offer me?"

"Call it juvenile insecurity."

"I'll call it silly." She kissed him, pulling him close again. "You ever been with an older woman?"

"Yes. Ever been with a younger guy?"

"No." She hadn't thought that far ahead. "But the point at hand is that you are an amazing young man. And you don't have to feel bad. You aren't going to marry me tomorrow. We'll see what happens. You make me happy, and you provide amazing sex, which I've been in need of lately."

"What a sweet little girl. You want to change; I'll saddle her up for you?"

The impression on the pillow was slowly fading, but the heat from his body remained, and she could feel it as she ran her hand across the sheets. Last night had been slower, much slower than the times he had been with her before. He had followed her home, lit a fire for her in her fireplace, which she almost never used, drawn a bubble bath for her, and stripped her naked. The massage that followed was heavenly, as well as the experience of being in the tub, getting washed by his strong hands, and then getting to relax with a glass of wine as he went to make her dinner. 

She wore what she now called "his robe", for him again and sat on his lap, letting herself get cared for, fed, caressed, and kissed all through dinner. When he took her to the couch and parted the satin, it was a moment she had been waiting for all night, and one that seemed to last for hours. It had been the most unhurried, unrushed, relaxed, just plain enjoyable sexual connection of her life, just the two of them, watched wearily from the stairs by her cats, making love on the couch, slowly, tenderly, over and over and over.

She could smell the oatmeal he had prepared her, almost taste the milk and orange juice sitting next to it on the tray along with the folded napkin, the single multi vitamin tablet that she took every day, and half a bagel with cream cheese. He was an attentive young man, and when she had told him her normal breakfast routine, she was sure that he had prepared it before rushing back to the farm to do his morning work. What an interesting young pup.

"So did I promise too much, or what?" Angie took a long pull from her Daiquiri, the straw changing colors as the cold slush passed through. She looked good for a woman of her age, all dressed up in the hot pink bikini and sunglasses, lying out next to her pool.

"What do you mean?"

"I told you that young men are incredible lovers."

"Yes, you did."

"And he's being rocking your world for how long now?"

"Almost two months."

"See."

"Yes, I see. No, you did not promise too much."

Jennifer stretched, let out a yawn, and then took a sip from her own drink, in this case a bottle of water. It was too hot and too early to be drinking. "I just wish he would relax, and stop worrying already. It's kind of silly at this point. He is a bit anxious about the fact that I make so much more money than him, and all that."

"I told you last year you would never get a husband as long as you make more than the president of this great country."

"Thanks for the advice mom. Jesus, men are so shallow."

"He's young, give him time."

A downside to the strong health care and banking industry in Charlotte is that the city is strongly isolated from the dips and shakes of the regular economy. Sure, some of the northern parts, focused on light manufacturing and the convergence of rail, interstate, and air traffic were not so lucky, but the areas generally south of uptown did not concern themselves with such matters. 

Over here, Southpark Mall had undergone surgery over years to become one of the most upscale shopping areas in the southeast, and high-class boutique shops and restaurants flourished. Right across the street, the most handsomely decorated of all Harris Teeters gave off the impression of being a celebrity grocery store, with hardwood floors, wine consultants, and live, soft piano music. 

That was his first stop, and he felt instantly uncomfortable in the place. There were women pushing baby strollers with prominent "LV" logos, and it was pretty clear that if you did not drive a foreign car manufactured in the last two years, you should probably park in the back, or better yet, go shop somewhere else. After all, how many grocery stores have valet parking?

But, it being Harris Teeter, the flowers he got were of good quality and reasonable price. Despite all the trimmings, the place was what it was, and that was a chain store, with controlled prices and some high school chick at the check out line, smiling at the hunk in the tight t-shirt. "Hot date?"

"The hottest." He gave her a warm smile, then walked back outside, and hopped back on the Harley.

Turning left out of the parking lot, he roared down the street, hung a right, and came up the hill to the light that let him turn into Phillips Place, another spot that had suffered the wrath of Charlotte's developers, supported generously by Wachovia and Bank of America. You could buy $500 shoes here, with handbags to match, and discuss whether your yacht should be blue or white at the appropriate consultancy. There was even a high-class movie theater, which always made him want to scratch his head. 

He found the restaurant with no problem, and pulled right up. The kid working the valet spot just looked at him, so he asked the obvious question.

"You guys don't park hogs?"

"Ahhh...no!" Nobody can give attitude like a teenager, and David had a sudden urge to slap the kid senseless, but he spotted the purple CL, so he pulled forward, then backed into the sliver of ground between it and the curb, one of those spaces that's not really a parking spot, but since they messed up the curb measurements, they draw the line anyway.

"You can't park there." Attitude-boy was not yet done.

"Say's who?"

"You can't!" He shrugged his shoulders, as if that was it.

"I tell you what kid. If I come back from dinner with my lovely lady friend, and something has happened to my bike, I'm going to break your arms off, beat you to within an inch of your life with them, stuff one down your throat and one up your ass so that you can shake your own hand, and punt you into traffic. Any part of that you didn't understand?"

Color seemed to be needed elsewhere, as none of it could be found in the face of the young man, who was only nodding slowly. David seemed satisfied with those results, patting him on the shoulder as he walked past, still holding his flowers, and feeling a bit ridiculous now. 

Walking inside, it was clear that once again his sense of fashion had failed him. His khaki pants were clean and heavily ironed and starched, but they probably did not mesh with the rest of the customers. Neither did the simple black t-shirt containing his muscular chest, with the EOD emblem, and his nickname emblazoned on the chest. It was a dress t-shirt, he had reasoned earlier.

"You must be David." The woman's smile was about a mile wide, and those gleaming teeth could blind somebody. She either had awesome genes and perfect hygiene, or could afford the really good treatments. He was betting on the latter as she pulled close, he could detect a faint hint of cigarette. There was something perfect about the smile, something that said she rehearsed it in front of a mirror so that she could flip it on like a light, and extinguish it when she was done.

"Yeah..."

"I'm Brenda, Jennifer's friend." They shook hands, then she lead him into the actual dinning room, past those waiting by the Maitre'D. Peons. 

The woman talked incessantly, gushing about what a great person Jennifer was, and how happy she was to see her with a "handsome young man" like him, and how her friend was just so happy all the time now, which she blamed entirely on him. He thanked her as graciously as he could, and they finally arrived at the booth in the back.

Jennifer stood, and smiled at the flowers, letting him take her into his arms, leaning into the offered kiss. He tasted and felt her tongue, the feeling always having the same effect on him, and he did not want to let her go. But fucking her on the table right here was probably not in good form.

They slipped into the booth, and she kissed him again, thanking him for the flowers as he pulled her close. "You always hang out at places like this?"

"You don't like it?"

"It's nice...you could have told me how fancy it is." He kissed her this time, indicating the room with his head.

"Oh." She smiled a smile of embarrassment, and then kissed him. "I usually just come here after work, so I guess I never noticed it. Sorry. We can..."

"It's fine. You claim the food is so great, let's order."

He picked up the menu, and thought he would have a heart attack. Who the hell paid thirty dollars for a damn appetizer? That appetizer better come with a hot stock tip and a chick with big tits popping out of a scandalously small bikini to feed it to you! He told her so, and she giggled.

"I told you, it's my turn to take you out. And yes, get an appetizer; the portions are a bit small for a man of your appetite."

"You're kidding, right?" He actually seemed depressed now. He probably got along with horses so well because he ate like one, constantly, and in large quantities.

"No."

She giggled at the look on his face, and he could think of nothing else to do but pull her in close, and kiss her, long and hard, making her moan. "You are going to get it hard later on."

"I can't wait."

"You going to come and see Journey later on? You can feel the foal in her, and she's calmed down a lot."

"I guess I might have to."

"See if I can practice putting a foal in my little filly." He bit her neck, and she giggled before looking into his eyes, kissing him. He felt a serious moment coming on, so he kissed her again, and pointed to the menu. "You sure this is okay?"

"Jesus, just order."

But before they got to that part, a shadow fell over the table, and they both looked up at the tall man who had stepped into what David clearly considered personal space. He looked up at the smiling man, and instantly decided that he could take him, always the first judgment he made on people when he encountered them.

"Jennifer, how have you been?" But tall guy simply ignored the young man, beaming at the blond.




The Filly & The Stud Ch. 02



"Hello Markus. Fine, how are you?"

"Good, good. I hear you got your grant, congratulations."

"Thank you. Markus, this is my boyfriend, David. David, this is the man who told me I needed to seek institutional counseling." She said it with absolutely no malice, and David was reminded once more why he thought this woman was so totally sexy. She was the sharpest tool he had ever found.

"Thanks, dude." David stuck out his hand, standing. In the full upright position, he was still a bit shorter then the man, but he was broader, and probably had a good forty pounds on him. The grip he delivered was a vise, making the man wince. "I appreciate you letting her go in time for me to make a move. I would have hated having to steal her from you."

"Ahh, yeah...I didn't ever really say..."

"It's cool man. Have a nice day."

He released the grip, and the man looked down at her, then back at him, realizing that the younger man was slowly inching closer, and closer, and closer. Involuntarily he backed up, looking down at the black shirt. "What does Matador mean?"

"We were working with the Spanish Navy, and I got talked into doing this amateur bull fight."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You ever eat the meat of something you've killed with your bare hands?"

"No..."

"I didn't think you had. You don't look like the type. Weak stomach, happens to the best of 'em." He lightly tapped the man abs with the back of his hand, making him flinch. "Anyways, because of the way the bulls are raised and trained, they have a very high ratio of muscle fiber to fat cells, and if you stab them just right, you don't puncture any internal organs. Great meat, but you need a certain...quality...to get it." He smiled at the man, a toothless, malevolent smile, and the other backed up again.

"Well...nice to meet you! Jennifer." He nodded to his ex, took one last look at the young man, then turned and quickly walked back towards the glass wall that lined the restaurant, dropping into his chair by a crowded table.

"Did you really kill a bull?"

"Yeah, after it almost killed me. Those things are fast; they'll trick you with that whole scratching bit. But I cheated, or so the Spanish always claimed."

"How did you cheat?"

"I took fencing lessons as a kid, so I had a basic idea of how to move with the damn rapier. But I also had a huge diving knife strapped to my leg, which came in handy. I didn't just wait for him to charge, I side stepped, and cut him behind his front flank, to take out one of his legs. Then I took out a back leg, and when he was all limping around, I killed him. Those are big mother fuckers."

Jennifer pushed against him, his arms wrapping around her as he told her the story, kissing on her softly. "Don't worry, little filly, if we were trapped alone in the wilderness, I would take care of you."

"Would you?" She laughed at the notion, but there was something primal and alluring about it. Suddenly the image of them living in a cave in the Rockies popped into her head, and she pictured herself in a very stylish antelope dress, being held captive by her cave man husband, ass raped and pregnant as he breed her for more members of his tribe in the next ice age. 

She didn't realize it, but he could smell her arousal on her, could detect the odor of her pussy flooding, one of many reasons he loved this woman so. She worked out a lot, and her body was used to self-regulating, so he always knew when she was turned on. Now was one such time.

"Yes, I would. I would go out and kill our food, then have you prepare it back at the cave. Well...maybe I would do the preparing. But I'm sure I could find a job for you." He squeezed her tit with one hand, the other under the table, rubbing her between her legs.

She squeezed her legs, trapping his hand there, her body on fire as he played her pussy. "What would my job be in this ice age?" Her eyes were glassed over, her voice weak and trembling as he pulled her close, kissing her. He was a big fan of public affection, she had noticed, and she had also learned that she did not mind. His arms were a protective embrace, a shelter and a haven.

"You'd be my little filly, having children for me, and helping me relieve the stress of the hunt by taking it up the ass. Every night I would drag you to the depth of our little cave, and rape you over, and over, and over for my personal enjoyment."

"I would be your little toy?" She could barely breathe now, and when her body shuddered, she hoped his arms provided enough to keep it from being to visible.

"Absolutely. I would keep you full of cock and babies, like a good cave woman."

"I would have your babies."

"Of course you would. I own your pussy. You are my little mare, my little cum slut." He kissed her again, and she moaned into his lips, feeling herself release again. When he let her slide from his arms, she stood on unsteady legs and headed to the bathroom.

When she looked at herself in the mirror, she realized for the first time how flushed she looked. Her face was red, and her pupils had dilated. She took a second to run cold water over her wrists, cooling her body core temperature back down, then took a second in one of the stalls to clean up and catch her breath. When she pushed the door back open, she almost knocked the woman on the other side to the ground, the heavy wooden door striking her in the forehead.

"Jesus, Halle, I'm so sorry!" Jennifer grabbed the woman, helping her stand, before slowly releasing her. "You ok?"

"Oh wow. Yeah, I'm fine. Good push." The woman fixed her glasses, then smiled at her follow Duke grad. They had overlapped in medical school, and were members of the same alumni chapter, and the same honor society, proud nerds of the medical profession.

"Jennifer...always the rambunctious one." She smiled, leaning against the counter. "Who's your date?"

"David. Markus was more of an economy compact kind of boyfriend, I thought I'd go for a luxury SUV next."

"Ohh. Recent model year, too, I see?"

The question shocked Jennifer for a second, before she smiled at the other woman, retaining her most graceful look. "He is younger then me, yes. But since he is the one that makes me very happy, I don't see a problem with that."

"Well...I know there are lots of..."

"I know there are people that need to mind their own business." She turned and stormed out, coming to the table just as David finished ordering. He could tell she was steamed, and pulled her in close, kissing her softly until she calmed down.

"Markus said something about a grant. Is that work related?"

"Yeah."

"So I can't ask about it?"

"I never said you couldn't ask about work. I just said I couldn't talk about my clients, its confidential, medical stuff."

"You are cute riled up." He kissed her again, and then feed her one of the shrimp that apparently was part of the appetizer. She had not been lying, there were a total of six former dwellers of the deep on the plate. And unless that salad leaf was made of plate gold underneath the green, that was just a huge rip off.

"How does this place stay in business?"

She giggled, and then indicated the room before them. "Just look at all the people. It's packed, always is."

"Why? The food is ok, so far anyway, but it costs twice what it should."

"Cool factor. This is the coolest, most relaxed, casual dining experience in the city, voted seven years in a row."

"Wow. Stupid voters, huh?" He kissed her again, and watched as their food was served. She had been right again, the portions were tiny. This was ridiculous!

"So what's the grant for?"

"To conduct a study on childhood dementia, Alzheimer's, and other diseases of the mind that we normally associate with being older, I guess a good word would be senile. But there are cases of it occurring in children, and I want to see if we can isolate the causes, and help them."

"Wow. You're a good person." He smiled, and again their lips connected. "No wonder you are so amazing. Your friend came over again while you were in the head."

She smiled to herself at the nautical reference, sucking on his lip. "What did he want?"

"To know if we were a serious item."

"What did you tell him?"

"Same thing you just told me." He pulled his lip back, and destroyed the last of his dinner with one bite from his fork. "That you would have my babies."

She lay on the sheets, trying to catch her breath, to make the room stop spinning. She felt decidedly light headed, which she blamed on the wine, and thoroughly satisfied, which she blamed on him. Blame was not the right word, but it fit rather well. He had a skill at popping champagne bottles, and he had insisted that after dinner, they go to her house and celebrate with one. She had never experienced bubbly sucked from her tits or licked out of her belly button. Nor had she ever dipped her toes in the expensive stuff, and had a man softly lick them until she moaned with pleasure. 

The bubbles on his tongue tickled as he ate her pussy to a series of screaming orgasms, telling her over and over again that it was her special night, and that he would take care of her. He had not over promised.

The sex had been stunning as always, a mess of clothes, hair, and body as he balled her up, legs up over his arms and almost behind her head, his cock knee deep in her oh so willing pussy, fucking her senseless. She felt his balls slapping her ass, and before she knew it, felt his cock poking her ass. She was surprised by how much she enjoyed that sensation, of him taking ownership of her and ass fucking her, making her his little bitch.

Their romp in the sheets had been followed by a quick shower, which was always an occasion for foreplay, as he teased her back to heights of desire, eating her pussy under the pulsing streams of water, and washing her body all over, caressing and fondling her. His cock hung hard and massive between his legs, and she had not been able to resist, sinking to her knees, submitting herself before him, and sucking him for all she was worth. Her reward was getting picked up and fucked against the cold tiles until she screamed his name, then bent over the sink, and made to orgasm once more.

He was amazingly disciplined, able to stop his movement just a fraction short of his own orgasm, easing himself back down as he nibbled on her, playing her pussy and tits against each other in a race as to what felt better, then fucking her again until her soul exploded in the pleasure of orgasm. It was unreal how good it felt, and then suddenly they were on the bed, and he was giving it to her so hard, all she could do was scream herself hoarse.

It was rough, animalistic, instinctual mating between two people that wanted nothing more then to please one another, as he bit her, licked her, nibbled on her, sucked her tits, and held her tight. His heavy body pressed on her as she wrapped her legs around his waist, getting screwed by him, her eyes pressed shut, the feeling so intense she thought she might black out. She might have, she was not entirely sure, the entire memory was still a bit fishy and hazy, but when she did finally orgasm, it was in a series of shattering releases, each shaking her to the core, leaving her dazed and confused as he pounded her pussy, then pulled out and stuffed his cock in her mouth, making her swallow his massive load of hot semen. 

He had held and cuddled her for a while, then gotten up and snuck out of the room to where she was not sure. Her body was not responding to commands to raise itself, and her mind was not even sure if that was what it was telling itself to do. She was experiencing a kind of high, an aftershock if you may, the result of him once again rocking her world.

She saw him come back into the room, crawl across the sheets, and pull her close. She purred as she got situated on his lap, and almost feel asleep as he first brushed her hair, then rubbed her shoulders and back, kissing her softly all along. When he started feeding her grapes he had found downstairs, she could not keep from giggling, making him smile a big smile.

"You happy?"

"You make me very happy. Thank you for everything."

"Thank you." He nibbled on her ear, then slid down her body to lie next to her, holding her close. Her tits were pressed against him, and it had the predictable effect, but they both ignored it for now, kissing softly.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." She snuggled against him, closing her eyes. His strong arms enclosed her, and she felt warm and protected, sexy and safe at the same time.

"I've been meaning to ask you...I saw the picture of you downstairs...were you in the Navy, too?"

"Yes. I washed out of flight school, and got downsized."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You never told me about what you did, why would I tell you?"

He didn't respond to that, not really sure what to say. He had nothing to say he finally decided, and just shrugged, then kissed the top of her head. "I was an EOD tech, diver qualified. I worked with Aviation Ordnance at first, then branched out into all kinds of systems, but mostly I focused on disarming of foreign devices. Which kinda came in handy when this whole war thing kicked off. I went to Afghanistan with SEAL Team 4, and then later on to Iraq with SEAL Team 2. Which was pretty cool, until a mine I was trying to disable blew up, and killed my partner. Turns out it was a double stacked anti-tank mine. One second he was there, next he just ceased to exist. Explosion was so powerful, it ripped my suit in half, broke my back and half my ribs, rotated my right leg almost two hundred degrees in the knee socket. I don't remember any of that, I was out cold. Apparently I got up, and tried to walk back into the fire, tried to pull Donnie out, but I don't remember it. So I got an all inclusive trip to Germany, then to Bethesda, and then to a VA hospital, where I got to shake the hand of the Secretary of Defense, who pinned me with a Bronze Star, some other crap, and awarded me medical retirement at eighty percent for life."

He seemed to just seize up and stop talking, but by now she had slowly moved around him, and she was the one holding him, kissing him softly. A combination of professional skill and training, along with mothering instinct and affection for the young man had taken a hold of her, and she waited for him to continue, knowing how fragile people could get under the influence of traumatic stress.

"And that's when I came here, and meet you. And you were just so perfect...what every man dreams of. And wow, you actually like me. Thank you so much." He kissed her on the lips, and she thought she saw a tear in his eye, but then he blinked, and it was gone. But she had heard it in his voice, and that was all that mattered. "I love you Jennifer."

"I love you, too, David."

"I don't see a ring."

"You don't need a ring to call it love!"

"A ring makes it official."

"Jesus, he just told her he loved her two days ago, maybe we can hold off on the wedding bells!"

"I'm just saying." Stella gave a look that said everything it needed to say, then dug into her salad again. A peanut gave a satisfying crunch as her teeth crushed it, before Maggie decided on a suitable response.

"Well, I think it is very sweet that he opened up to you. It shows he trusts you."

"You read that in a book?" Jennifer smiled at her friend, who gave a very unsatisfied look back. Maggie had a J.D., not an M.D., and she often got shit for that from her friends. But she had also been enjoying life while those she loved had been suffering through residencies and trying to decide what a gene actually did, thinking deep thoughts that really don't need to be thought at a time of your life that should be devoted to looking good and finding yourself a hot husband.

"No. But ever since I decided that I wanted to write a book Trey has been very open about what goes on in college athletics and such, and I find it endearing and considerate that he trusts me and loves me enough to share with me how he violated the law and NCAA regulations for three years straight in ways too numerous to really count. And he even convinced some of his friends to do the same."

"Explosive. Anyways...I do think I love him. Is that strange?"

"I think it is perfectly normal to get seduced by a man almost ten years younger then you, allow yourself to enter into a form of white slavery, and then fall madly in love with him. I think I saw that in a movie..."

"If you have nothing nice to say, you should say nothing at all. Don't be mad that you settled for a man of questionable complexion, while Jennifer and I got all the good black men. My husband is younger than me, there's nothing wrong with that!" Maggie went so far as to swat at her friend, while Jennifer debated the wisdom of revealing that she liked to be spanked by her boyfriend, and had discovered the beauty of talking dirty to a man of considerable vigor.

"You know what...I'm not even going to dignify that with a response." Then Stella did the head twist diva move, a clear sign that the discussion was closed, and that she still did not approve of her friends relationship with the young man.

She had repeated her argument several times, and it broke down to three basic lines of thought. First, he was young, probably reckless, and would eventually leave and hurt her. This line often referenced his past in the Navy, gently skirting Jennifer's own history in that area, a topic that the two friends knew could be a bit sore at times, and worked more along the angle of a port in any storm, and a girlfriend in every port.

Two, they were at totally separate places in their lives, and as she put it "he can't get here from there." Here it was more fashionable to mention her past military achievements, right behind her graduating with honors from Vanderbilt, and before her being accepted into the Medical School of Duke University on her first try. She liked to point out her achievements in research, and all the people she had helped, an appeal to reason somewhat flawed when speaking to a fellow psychiatrist.

And finally, she reminded her friend about the lectures she had always given about finding somebody of equal or higher stature, somebody that could impress you with their drive, desire, dedication to something, and sheer intelligence, somebody that she could respect and admire, even. It was clear that Stella did not think David deserved such emotions.

"Why are you so hard on him?" Jennifer had lost her appetite, and pushed the sandwich away from herself, which instantly led Maggie to pounce on it. Jennifer was a runner, and therefore a controlled eater. Maggie was a swimmer, and anything with calories could fuel her fire.

"I just don't think you are making a good choice. I'm sure you told him that you love him back, after all. So when are you going to have this new horse of yours?" And with that they moved on to a new topic, knowing fully well that fighting over it would not change anything.

Journey was blowing softly, watching the woman approach, then turned side ways, sticking her head back to get at the fruit in the outstretched hand. The horse seemed to be well aware why it was getting all the attention here lately, and did not seem to mind. One might go so far as to say that her and Jupiter were an item, having produced multiple foals in their years together. But he was somewhat of a cad, having slept around with other mares as well. So she patted her back, then slowly ran her hand down the side, feeling where it was swollen and full, the foal softly moving inside.

She felt more then heard or saw him approach, and then his arms were around her, kissing her softly, watching as she caressed the horse, holding her close, nibbling her ear lobe. She felt him in her back, felt the heat from him, and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of warmth and safety that he always gave her.




The Filly & The Stud Ch. 02



"That's going to be you one day."

"What's that?"

"A filly full of foal, put in her by a stud she could not resist, who came to her, took her, and made her his."

"You going to be my stud?"

"If you let me." He bit her neck, and she heard the zipper on her slacks, the back peeling down off her ass. His hand slipped inside, finding her wet and ready as he fingered her clit. She moaned softly as he held her up with the other hand, kissing her neck. "And if not, I'll force you." She moaned again.

He moved slowly, stoking her fire, playing with her tits, nibbling on her, holding her tight, and exercising his control over her, rubbing her pussy and ass as she leaned against the horse. Journey could tell that something was going on, and once the horse started shuffling around, feeling the heat and excitement in the stall, he pushed her over, making her grab the top of the gate, and quickly tied her hands to it with two straps.

She moaned at the restraints, then he clamped his hand over her mouth, and she knew what was coming. He was swiftly inside her, pounding her pussy. Each push seemed to lift her off the ground, making her moan and scream, beg for mercy and relief, and then she exploded, listening to him whisper in her ear how he was going to put a baby in his little filly, make her his, fuck her senseless, and enslave her to his cock forever.

She could only shiver and feel the pleasure racing up and down her spine, then slowly pushed back into him, squeezing her pussy. It was not long, then he exploded in her as well, filling her with the promised cum, bringing a big smile to her face. Without being told to, she sank to her knees and cleaned him off, sucking him clean, before he pulled her into his arms, holding her tight as he spanked her ass gently.

"You like that?"

"Ohh...you know I do!"

"You my little slut?"

"Absolutely! Just keep fucking me with that big cock of yours, and I'll be anything for you!" She kissed him, and he pulled her tight as he straightened out her clothing. 

"I got Himmel ready for you to ride."

"You don't have to do that for me, I can do it."

"I know you can, but I like to do things for you. I can't..."

"Don't start with that again. I love you David. Just leave it at that."

"You are a sweet woman. I love you so much. You going to love me even though your friends hate me?"

"Only one hates you. The other one thinks you are great. Don't worry about it"

"How do you feel about riding naked?"

It was an easy rhythm to settle into, one that consisted of him giving her all the attention and affection that one woman could possibly want and crave, and with her trying to convince him that yes, she did love him. She knew he believed her, but there was a deep insecurity in him, and he refused her offers of setting him up with a good counselor she knew. Typical, she knew. She had felt the same way after first taking off the uniform.

But she did not mind, she just held him at night as he cuddled close to her, and kissed him softly when she saw the look of concern on his face. It was easy to be submissive to a man who so fully fulfilled her sexual and emotional needs, easy to let herself slip into the stream of pleasure he offered every time, and when he mentioned at one point that they should get it on in a hot tub, she had one installed in her backyard the next day.

"I hope you didn't do that because of what I said."

"You think I'm sexy naked?"

"You are the most beautiful woman ever, of course you are sexy naked." He watched in awe as she stripped to her birthday suit, and then climbed into the hot water. "I guess that settles that." And it had. She had since discovered that if you added the lavender smelly stuff, it was much easier to copulate in the water.

"Spo-what?"

"Spoleto."

"Never heard of it."

"You were never stationed in Charleston?"

"No, never had that pleasure. I got great duty stations like Dam Neck and Norfolk."

"Too bad. Well, anyways, it is a music festival that is held every year down in Charleston. It has won a gazillion awards, and I'm a sponsor. So I go every year, and I would really like for you to go with me."

"Next weekend?"

"Yes."

"So you are saying that you would go somewhere outside this city with me, and be seen in public with me."

"Silly man, of course I would."

"One condition."

"We are not going on your bike."

"Well, I'm not going then." She could tell he was pouting by the way his voice sounded, even though he was standing in the field somewhere, and she was sitting at the desk in her office, legs crossed and squeezing hard.

It was not fair, she told herself. He had stopped by earlier, his first foray into her professional life, charming the pants off everybody in the office, and bringing her flowers. She had been giggling like a school girl asked to prom as she closed the door to her office, about to ask him a question that had been burning in her mind since checking her email that morning, when she got caught in a super lip lock event, one that ended with her on the desk, her clothes somewhere else, and his hand over her mouth to keep her from letting the rest of the floor know what was going on.

Naturally, being the ambitious young man that he was, just letting her get off that was not good enough. He produced a silk scarf from somewhere, gagged her with it, tied her to her chair with two more, put her legs up over the arm rests, and then proceeded to eat her until she was so crazed with lust he thought she might rip through the bandages.

She had never truly appreciated how soft that throw rug was that her aunt had given her for Christmas a couple of years ago, but it was damn nice. Especially when your boyfriend is underneath you, and you are riding him like a bucking bronco, not believing how hard that young stud is in you, and how much it turns you on for him to call you his filly, his little whore, and his cum-slut.

She had almost screamed out loud, but at the last minute he covered her mouth with his hand, then punished her by sitting on the couch and taking her across his knee. She loved that, loved the way he would alternate between gagging her with his big dick, and spanking her. She loved how possessive he was, how he dominated and controlled her, pulled her hair and made her submit. When she was forced to bend over the arm rest, she knew what was coming, and accepted the pussy pounding with glee, letting him cum deep into her, pumping her pussy full of his cum.

So she had totally forgotten about asking him to come to Spoleto with her, much too focused on sucking his cock clean and kissing on him before he had to leave again, and she had to get back to work. 

"Fine. We'll ride the stupid motorcycle. But only with helmets."

"It's not stupid. And you'll have a good time. And seriously, we can ride the purple sausage."

"What did you call my car?"

"Nothing. Seriously, if it's not okay, you're not comfortable, it's a no go."

"How are we going to get all my stuff down there?"

"Don't tell me you are a heavy packer?"

He had a very interesting system for packing, she discovered the next evening. Explaining to her that he was not willing to risk future fashion fiasco's before people she knew, he took her to his room after she got done riding Himmel, stripped her naked, and then flung open his closet doors.

"I'm going to pull out a piece of clothing. You are going to say yes, no, or possible. If you say yes, I'll put it on the bed. If you say no, I'll put it on the floor. Possible's stay in the closet for later."

They reduced it down to several outfits that might reasonably fit into what she expected of the events down south. She was not sure why she had to be naked for this, but she enjoyed the way he looked at her, and the way he would come over and caress her, rub on her, sucking her toes and nipples to convince her that a certain garment should really get to make the cut. If he really liked a certain piece, he would suck her clit until she moaned something that sounded a lot like a 'yes'.

Pulling out a white dress shirt that seemed a bit small for him, he pulled her into his arms, sliding her into the garment. They kissed softly, then he stepped back, a big smile on his face. "You look like a porn star."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you turn me on just by looking in my direction."

Soon thereafter they stood in her bedroom, and she was naked again, a trend that she did not really mind. But now the game was a bit different, she discovered.

"You pick out what you want to bring, and I say yes or no. If I say no, you have to show me how bad you want it."

"How do I show you?" She smiled as he reached out and pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers. "I'm sure you'll figure something out."

And so the next two hours were a game of poker. She learned that he was a terrible poker player, something that she filed away for later use, and which brought a smile to her face. She picked a variety of clothes, some she had no interest in bringing, and some she did. Just by how she held it up or displayed, she knew if he would say yes or no, and so she managed when she would get spanked to earn the chance to bring something, or when she sucked his cock as to convince him on a particular piece.

She liked this game, and decided that she could come to like traveling with this man, a pleasure she had rarely felt with other partners. David actually seemed to look forward to going somewhere with her, and told her so as they lay cuddled on the bed, catching their breath after a somewhat expanded sales pitch.

"You really want me to go?"

"You nervous?" She rolled onto her back and ran her finger down his chest into the small pool of sweat above his navel, her fingernail causing it to ripple.

"A bit."

"I won't embarrass you." Leaning up, she kissed him softly, reassuring him.

"How do you know that's what I'm afraid of?"

"I've been to school for this, remember?"

He kissed her back, indicating that yes, he did remember. "Do you love me?"

"Of course I do, baby."

"Despite everything?"

"Everything what?"

"Everything you've done. What have I done?"

"You worry to much. Yes, I love you. Don't worry about it. You're fine. And you treat me better then anybody ever has, and you make me happier.

"I can't give you anything."

"You give me love, happiness, support, and laughter. Things that money can't buy. Things that nobody else could ever give me the way you do. Fuck the money."

He rolled on top of her, kissing her softly. She smiled at him, pressing her boobs into him until he could not resist, and started sucking them, making her moan as her legs wrapped around him. It was not long, then he was slowly pumping away at her, making her softly moan, eyes closed, as she lay wrapped up in his arms. "I'd rather fuck you."

It was an odd sort of feeling, she though to herself, of being so sexually content, of being softly loved by such a wonderful man, feeling his big cock slide in and out of her, teasing her lips, caressing her pussy, making her moan and shiver with pleasure, softly sighing with joy as he filled her once more. Never in her life had she felt sexually submissive towards a man, had never wanted a man to make her his sex toy, to fuck her any way he chose and please. 

And yet, with him, even as he just enveloped her in his love, and made love to her, she felt the fire and longing to be his slave, to be dominated by him, to be his little filly that he fucked any way he could, that he pushed around, spanked, used and abused, and that he forced to take it up the ass. Her conventional mind could still not comprehend the pleasure she derived from him forcing it upon her, but there were few things sexier then resisting him, and having him hold her down, and making her take it.

He loved talking dirty to her, and he sometimes referenced their little cave man fantasy, which always sent her into a screaming orgasm. And so she cuddled against him, feeling the rise of heat up her spine, knowing that he was doing it to her again, the impending release making her smile, knowing how good it would feel to have him blow his load in her, so she squeezed him tight, kissing his neck, whispering softly to him. "Take your little filly." It was all the encouragement he needed.

She had never realized that there were ways other than the interstate system to get from the queen city to the coast. But he had long been aware of these back roads, and after he spent a day pouring over the maps she had in her car, he plotted them a scenic route that took them past more flowers then she had ever seen in her life.

The smells, the sun on her face and skin, the wind in her hair, and feeling him when she wrapped her arms around him, it was all a whole new way to travel. He took it easy, not speeding, picking her up early from work on Friday, and cruising down the highway. At first she thought that the lack of music and conversation would bother her, but then she realized how peaceful and relaxing it was. Maybe she should recommend this to her patients, she thought.

When they pulled into Charleston, she directed him to the hotel, and he gave her a questioning look as they pulled up. "You always stay in places like this?"

"What's wrong with it?" She looked at the green awning of the Downtown Hilton, with its quaint walls and historic building.

"Snazzy."

"You don't like snazzy?" She knew what it was about, and kissed the back of his neck, hugging him tight. "You do your part, I'll do mine."

So he parked the bike, carried their luggage inside, and screwed her brains out, making her scream and beg, eating her pussy until she could not take it anymore, then putting her on all fours, and railing her little pussy with his big cock until they collapsed, spent and pleased, both shaking with the subtle after shocks of great sex.

"What are we doing tonight?"

"Going to a party."

"What?"

"Every year, there is a sponsor's ball. It's more of a party then a ball, really. It is held behind these private homes, in a very cute little back alley. It's cool, you'll enjoy it. All the southern families that make up Charleston high society are there, the mayor, and all the top donors."

"How much do you give to this thing?"

"I don't pay a lot of income tax."

So they climbed into the big tub that was a part of the room, and played with the bubbles. One of many reasons they loved one another was because of how playful they both were, and so times like this could easily stretch the afternoon, ending with them ordering room service after a pillow fight. She had long gotten used to lying in his strong arms and being feed like a princess, which was his other nickname for her. She didn't like that one that much, but it wasn't bad to be called a princess when a big dick is poking you in the ass, and a hot guy is feeding you delicious treats.

So when they finally got dressed, and walked down the street, it was already dusk, the lights coming on, and the horse carriages that populate the city streets out and about. He held her close as they walked down the street, and she could not help but comment again.

"This skirt is way too short. My legs don't look good in it."

"You are crazy. You are the sexiest woman out here. Look at those legs in those heels. You are so hot, I should bend you over that trash can, and nail you."

"Don't you dare!" He might do it, she thought. Snuggling into his arm, she kissed his neck, nibbling on it. "I went to school with some of these people. I can't wait to show you off!"

"So cute."

They arrived at the gate that was the entrance to the "Rue de Vino", the private back alley that backed up to a row of the most historic homes in Charleston, and she presented her invitation, giving them access.

He let her step through first, then looked at the set up. His mind had long since calculated what kind of explosive force would be needed to knock down the gate, the wall, the struts supporting the homes, the four big trees that lined the small alley, and what kind of a charge he would use to make the houses topple each other. It was natural, something he did without consciously thinking about it, and a reminder just how much he missed it. She saw the pang on his face, but it was gone so fast that by the time she kissed him, he just kissed her back, the nodded his head towards the left. He had spotted the open bar. 

It was one of three they had set up, along with a table populated by a wide variety of beer bottles, and a young lady whose sole focus for the evening was restocking the neat rows of fermented goodness. There was a spit of roast circling over a fire, with a huge Asian dude wielding what looked like a broad sword, chopping off pieces and shoveling them onto waiting plates. A more traditional buffet lined the other side of the alley, with more uniformed kids shuttling more and more food out. Lanterns and lights hung from the trees and wires that criss-crossed the alley, giving the place a very "summer night's dream" kind of feel.

There were a lot of people in the space, some moving in and out of the houses, some sitting on the back porches, some populating the bar stools and high tables that had been set up, some in the tiny back yards on antique looking lawn furniture, and some just strolling, doing the social butterfly piece. 

She steered him to the bar first, and once they both had a drink in hand, they slowly started walking amongst the crowd, heading towards the back where he could hear music. She introduced him to a couple of people, stopped to say hi and ask about the family with a couple of them, then they were in each others arms, slowly dancing to the soft jazz emanating from the small stage set up.

"See, this isn't all bad."

"Did I say it would be bad?"

"Yes. Well, maybe not in so many words."

"I'm with you, what could be better?" He kissed her softly, and she leaned into him, the feeling of his body always divine.

It was the first time he got introduced to a group of people she knew, and the first time they saw each other in a mass social setting. He had always had an easy time in such situations, and that was true even here, as they held hands and drifted from group to group. Eventually a group of women kidnapped her, which he took as his chance to more closely observe the man with the sword, who not only had great presentation, but a pretty good product as well.

"David?"

"Yes?" He turned to face the voice, coming face to face with the man that he only remembered as 'ex'. Markus was still taller than him, but he seemed well aware of the sharp knife in the shorter man's hand. This party was high class; all the silver ware was just that, none of the cheap plastic shit.

"Ahh...there is somebody I would like you to meet..." He stepped aside, and a stunning brunette offered her hand. David' eyes narrowed, but he returned the gesture, introducing himself to the woman who apparently went by Traci. 

"I hear you know your way around explosives."

"I know a thing or two. Why do you ask?" His eyes tracked Markus as the man retreated, then tried to covertly search for the love of his life while still focusing on the woman talking to him.

"I'm with Higgins & Hayes, ever heard of it?"

His blank look told her everything she needed to know, and when she laughed, he could see straight down her top, which had a nice jiggle to it. That much perkiness in that much size was a surefire product of surgical enhancement. Which probably explained the lips, as well. He never had understood lip implants.

"You aren't from Charleston, are you?"

"Can't say I am, no."

"We are the oldest real estate development firm in South Carolina, and still the best and largest." She said it like a well-rehearsed slogan, which he was sure it was. That and the way her eyes seemed to devour him as she rolled the words of her tongue. "Here recently we have acquired the rights to develop parts of the barrier islands off the mouth of the Ashley and the Cooper rivers. Did you come across the bridges today?"




The Filly & The Stud Ch. 03



Leaning her forehead against the window, she felt the cool glass calm her, her eyes tracking the form in the yard. For whatever reason, he did not like the riding lawnmower, and instead used an old fashioned push one that he had found in one of the barns. Moving at almost a jog, he went line by line, meticulously cutting her grass. He was cute when he did, stripped down to his shorts and sunglasses. Next, she knew, he would clean the hot tub and the deck, and if she kept up her pace of writing on this paper, the outside of her house would be pressure washed before dinner.

With a sigh, she pulled back, walked around her desk, and dropped down into the chair. A slow gaze circled the room, traipsing across the diploma's she had earned in her life, the prestigious awards she had been given, and pictures of people and places that she valued. He had come in earlier to light the fire in the small fire places, but other than that he rarely entered her office, leaving it for her to work. Even on Saturday's like today. Damn that man and his discipline!

Finally she focused back on the screen, back on the words she should be, needed to be, typing and forced her fingers back to the keyboard. The paper would not write itself, and the grant that she was operating under required certain things by certain dates. There was work to be done!

She heard his footsteps approach, then pass, and she knew he was in the laundry room. She could hear him humming, and then Tiglon went by, followed shortly there after by Liger, who at least stopped in the door to look at his mommy. But then he was past, too, and she heard him walk by again. It was a strange game he played, putting treats in his pockets, leading the cats to follow him all over the place as they tried to figure out what smelled so good. But it kept them occupied and prevented them from bothering her, which was the point. But she wanted to follow him around, as well.

"I should get it out of my system." She realized that she was talking to herself, and sat back. Like an addict, she told herself. If she gave in, that would not help her at all. He might refuse her anyway, as she had made him promise to, to make herself work. Maybe she should just not let him come over, she thought. But that would require saying no to the hottest man alive, and she doubted her will power.

Standing, she softly tipsy toed out into the hallway, and looked out into the kitchen. He was standing in the pantry, back to her, digging through cans, and she silently approached, wrapping her arms around him.

"Hey baby." His hands reached down, enveloping her, and she smelled the freshly cut grass and the chemicals on him. Combined with his own scent, it was intoxicating.

"I'm weak."

"I know you are. You need your stud to take the pressure off?"

"Please, please, please!" She was surprised by the fact that she was begging, and he wasn't even doing anything to her. His hold on her was incredibly powerful, and when he turned and lifted her onto the counter, she could not help but smile at the evil grin on his face.

"You know what you do to me, don't you?"

"Yes. And I love it." He kissed her, long and hard, then pulled her shorts down, and dove into her pussy. She screamed, unable to help herself, as he sucked her clit into his mouth, and assaulted her pussy with his tongue, wave after wave of pleasure shooting up her spine, her body and mind reeling under the feeling he always gave her.

He was relentless, his tongue lashing her, driving into her as his hands were all over her, her ass, her face, her tits, groping, fondling, touching, exploring. Sucking her pussy, licking it, nibbling on it, devouring it, he made her cum over and over, her whole body shaking, everything else blocked out but the intense feeling of pleasure she was enjoying.

So when he stopped, she was surprised, sitting up to look into his eyes as he pulled her against him, shielding her from whatever was behind him. "There is somebody at the side door."

"Huh?" Her mind was not yet fully back on-line, and she only realized that play time was over when he pulled her shorts back up, then moved past the pantry to the door, and she heard it opening.

Angie walked in, with Traci in tow. "Somebody is looking for you. Bad moment?"

Jennifer smiled, trying her best to catch her breath surreptiously, wondering what the hell the woman could want here. "You go to the wrong house?"

"Apparently so. Markus told me I could find David at the horse farm, but they told me to come over here, but I guess I were not sure on the directions." Traci smiled at Angie, who was beaming with self-satisfaction, while trying hard to not get caught ogling David muscles as he moved back around the kitchen and took Jennifer in his arms. 

"I thought we were going to meet tomorrow."

"I'm in a rush to wrap this up, it appears now that another company is making a bid for the development, and I want to be back in Charleston tonight to have it ready to present tomorrow." The woman was still smiling, but there was something deceitful about it, at least to Jennifer.

"Ok, let's talk." He indicated the front door, and the two walked outside, sitting on the steps. Jennifer could see them through the glass next to and in the door, and could see them both gesticulating, talking with their hands. Then she laughed, and touched his still naked shoulder, a move she thought WAY unnecessary.

"Young men...so gorgeous."

"Huh?"

"I said he's gorgeous. You ever get jealous when you see him at the stables with other women?"

"A little bit. He smiles and is friendly, maybe even flirty, with everybody. But it's just him, it doesn't really bother me."

"Sure?"

"Sure." She smiled at her friend, and then made a cupping motion with her hand. "No drink today?"

"Rich skipped his usual Saturday morning golf game. I'm rehydrating from the exertion." She held up a bottle of super overpriced luxury water. Of course. Dasani would not do.

"Congrats." Jennifer smiled, and then looked back out the window. Bitch, she thought, keep your hands off my boyfriend.

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

"I'm surgical with this bitch."

"You sure about that?" Eric did not seem convinced. Bespectacled, wearing a t-shirt that looked way out of place on his skinny frame, and dressed in rather unseasonably heavy blue jeans, he looked rather lost aboard the diving boat that had been their home for the last eight days.

"Positive. You just watch and be amazed." Turning to the boathouse, David yelled up to the young lady standing next to the captain. "Send the alert?"

"We're all clear for blast!"

"Roger that." Turning, he winked at the man, and then picked up the remote control, looking out across the water. Here goes nothing, he thought to himself. About a half ton worth of nothing. "Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole!" His voice echoed across the empty water, and he twisted the detonator.

One might have expected a muffled blast; maybe a mushroom shaped wave or a ripple in the water. A geyser maybe, a show of some kind. But one would have been mistaken. 

The hull ruptured very cleanly, just as he had planned it, and the old cargo ship started to fill with water. Then there was another explosion, ripping another hole into the water line. But the weight was not even, and when the third charge went, bending the spine of the vessel, it weakened the already straining material to such a point that it cracked, like a two by four over a knee, both pieces sinking on their own. They sank beneath the water a bit faster than planned, so when the other four charges blew, neither piece turned as much as hoped for, but they had been overly optimistic. When they settled on the shallow ocean floor, the cutter was already above them, with David dressed in full diving gear. 

"I'm going down to make sure all the charges blew."

"If they did, drinks are on me tonight." Eric was clearly relieved that the part of this job dealing with explosives was over.

"Can I get that in writing?" David rolled into the water, then waited as Traci followed his maneuver, smiling from behind her mask. He did not return the gesture, instead signaling that he was going down and slipping beneath the surface.

It was glorious, and the man was good to his word, so they all sat around the massive table at "Aw Shucks Oysters & Raw Bar", laughing at the funny things that had happened over the last two weeks, drinking to their accomplishment, and eating the food that their more than happy employer was paying for. They had come in ahead of schedule and under budget, two things apparently rather rare in the real estate business.

David was not impressed by the work, nor by the planning that the company had done. They had an Engineer, Eric, and that was about it. He had done a whirlwind recruiting tour of the local Air Force base, the Naval Weapons Station, and the College of Charleston, pulling a team together in three days. It had taken another three days to get the demo ready, inspect the ship, and have it towed to the site. Another six days of drilling, diving, prepping, and building charges, and now the backbreaking labor was finally over. He was glad. He missed his baby.

But there was something there, he admitted to himself, something to be had out here. He had never considered his skill in explosives to be all that marketable outside the law enforcement market, an area mostly closed to him due to physical limits imposed on his body by the explosion that had ended his military career. But apparently he had been wrong. Eric had been talking to him about it for two weeks now, and even now he would not let up.

"You should really go to school for it. With your skills and discipline, that would be a snap. Really, what you want are certifications, for building inspections and things like that. Commercial demolition man, I'm telling you! Big bucks!" The man loved his field, that much was clear.

"Not sure how good I am in the class room setting."

"You'd be fine. Just keep your eyes on the prize." He slapped the younger man on the back, downing the rest of his beer. 

"I'll do that." David stood, pulling out his cell phone, and walked out onto the porch, flipping it open. "Hey baby."

"You guys done down there?" Despite the technology, he could always tell when she was in her car, because she talked louder then she needed to, not really trusting the hands free technology provided by Mercedes.

"Yeah, I'm coming home tomorrow."

"Who you talking to?" Traci had walked up, leaning against the railing, her body way too close to his for comfort.

"Jennifer." Focusing back on the phone in his hand, he tilted his head to side, listening to the love of his life telling him about how her study had been accepted for presentation at some conference out in Arizona, the smile on his face telling the world how happy he was. "I told you they would take it."

"Yes, you were right. Are you done playing with explosives now?"

"Honestly?"

"Yeah."

"Not sure. I might...I might have found something."

There was a short silence, and he could tell that she was not happy with the answer. He did not blame her. Despite them not having known each other, the fact that an explosive device had almost killed him deeply affected the way she thought of this work. And she was not a fan. "You think this is something you want to keep doing?"

"Not that big a market, but it is a skill I have. One of few that's marketable."

"David..."

"We'll talk about it when I get home, ok?"

"Girlfriend mad?" Traci was still there, coming closer, and he took a step to the side to evade her. 

"Who was that?"

"Traci is here."

"Do you need me to let you go?"

"No! No, I want to talk to you."

"I'll talk to you when you get back here." The line died, and he looked at the piece of plastic linking him to her. Son of a bitch!

"She nervous you playing with dynamite?"

"Yes, she's not a big fan of explosives."

"I like things that go bang." The look in her eyes again, that combination of lust and hunger he had seen before, as she moved towards him, her arms wrapping around his neck. Her face was clearly moving towards him to kiss, and for just a split second, he hesitated. Then he tilted his head to the side, hand at her jaw, gently diverting her.

"What are you doing?" Anger flared in her voice, and he stepped back, using the moment of indecision on her part to break the lock of her arms without having to use force, putting room between them.

"This isn't happening."

"Why not? What does she have? I'm here, I'll rock your world, and I won't try to hold you back." She smiled her most seductive smile, yet he somehow got the impression she had practiced it. Probably on live targets, he reasoned. "What do you want to be, her boy toy, or my partner in bed and in making a ton of cash?"

"What?"

"David, wake up! She's using you for sex! You're a smart guy, you can figure it out."

"What do you mean?" He suddenly realized that he had backed himself into a corner by moving along the railing, and now his only exit was blocked by her standing between a table to his right, and the massive stone waitering station to his left.

"I'll break it down for you. You are a hot young stud, who sees something in her. She's an attractive older lady, who sees a big dick in you. Come on, she's a doctor who has dated nothing but doctors for ten years. You think that's going to change all a sudden? Her and Markus have been having lunch and shit for two months now!"

"What?"

"I found out about it three weeks ago. We were...reconciling, I guess, but when I found out, I broke it off. I pulled you down here not only to help me with this, but to get you away from her. Just see what you can do standing on your own!"

"Ah..."

She stepped in close again, surprisingly fast, her body pressing against his. Wow, those were big tits. Her eyes were on fire with desire, and her hands traced across his chest and broad shoulders, her voice a raw whisper. "I'll be so much better to you."

Jennifer sat on the floor of the kitchen, watching the small metal door. He had cut it into the larger wooden door before leaving for Charleston, convincing her of its genius. 

"You can let the cats out, and they can come in whenever they are ready! Nothing else can come in, and they can't go out unless you want them to! That's genius!"

She was not convinced, but by now realized that it wasn't actually that bad, once her two babies had gotten used to the collars that held the magnets acting as keys. The two could not escape the backyard, and so now she could come home, open the door, and then close it to keep the bugs out. But her babies could play until they were tired, and then come home.

Or in this case, until they were soaked by the rain. She wondered if they had been huddled under the porch, waiting for it to pass and gotten soaked, or just running around the yard getting soaked. Her bet was on the latter. Tiglon had let himself be dried somewhat with a towel, but Liger was having none of that, running around the kitchen and shaking himself. He looked like a porcupine, with hair sticking in all directions.

Tiglon came back over, finally satisfied he was presentable enough after a serious self-cleaning affair, and sat in her lap, looking up at his mommy, and giving off a pitiful meow. She smiled, rubbing the small critter, and made a noise right back.

"I'm not sure he agrees."

With a start she jumped up, making the small cat leap from her lap and run from the room. David was standing in the living room, soaked to the bone himself, dripping wet. "I brought you something."

He held up the wet paper bag, setting it on the counter. It almost disintegrated, but managed to hold together until he reached in, and pulled out a blue looking construct. She recognized the cheap freezer paper sold by grocery stores to keep your goods cool until you got home, and he unwrapped the second layer, revealing a box made of Gel cold packs, tapped around something she could not see with masking tape.

"Tada!"

"What is it?" She was confused by his sudden appearance, confused by his good mood, and confused by the fact that he had managed to get into her house without making any noise, take of his shoes, surprise her, and still be so damn hot despite being dripping wet. All her anger had fled in the face of his gorgeousness, and the strange gift he had brought.

"Open it, you'll see." Leaning over, he gave her a wet kiss, and she pushed him away. 

"You're like a wet dog."

"Take a bath with me."

"Maybe." Pulling a knife out of the drawer, she cut through the tape, the lifted off the top pack, the rest of them falling aside. 

It was a Banana Split. Delivered to her door by the crazy wet man from Ye Ol' Fashioned Ice Cream, wrapped in all the insulation he would have been able to find locally to help it survive the trip home. It was cold outside, that had probably helped. It even had the cherries she loved so much, and she didn't even have to ask about the flavors. He was a freak for attention to details like that.

Without a word she walked by him into the hallway, into the guest bedroom, and into her guest bath. Pulling open the closet, she grabbed two massive beach towels, and headed back into the living room. "Get naked. Right now."

He was a bit stunned, but he complied, watching her spread the towels on the floor. He didn't resist as she pushed him down, then got naked herself, setting the ice cream on his chest. He winced at the cold, but the feeling of her wet pussy on his crotch made all that go away instantly.

"You are a crazy man."

"A crazy man who could not stand to be away any longer."

"You came through the rain. On your bike, I take it."

"That kinda sucked."

"Speed any?"

"Not really. People out driving like shit, I had to be careful as fuck to not get run over. I was even wearing my little road guard vest and everything."

"Really?" She had started rocking back and forth on his cock, and it was responding, poking her pussy, drenched in her juices. "I might have you wear that to bed one day."

"One question?"

"Go ahead."

"I might be a bit of a buzz kill."

"You wanna fuck first?"

"Oh yeah!"

They wore each other out. It was long past the point where his sexual energy was far past hers, by now they had come to a sort of rhythm, a kind of unspoken agreement, the sort of dance of bodies and passion that two people develop over time and experience, the kind that left them both soaked in sweat, out of breath, and a mess of ice cream on the towels.

Her pussy had sorely missed him, and her ass ached for his big cock. When he touched her tits and sucked on them, she wondered how she had made it without the feeling of him pleasing her. He seemed to be full of pent up passion, and when she went down on him, he blew a load down her throat that had be swallowed be believed. His tongue on her clit felt so good, she screamed herself hoarse as he ate her, then tried to fight him off as he put her on all fours, which only made him want it more, her goal the entire time. 

He carried her into the shower upstairs, and after another torrid attempt at killing one another, they finally snuggled up in her bed, kissing softly, enjoying the after glow that comes from such great lovemaking.

"What were you going to ask?"

"You and Markus?"

"What about us?"

"What's going on?"

"Nothing. Why?"

"You guys' haven't been seeing each other lately?"

"No, why?"

"Just asking." Kissing her, he cradled her in his arms, and they softly drifted off to sleep. He was out first, a byproduct of his talent to fall asleep whenever he was ready, but also because she tried to stay awake, to see him sleep. He was restful and at peace when he did it.

She knew what he was alluding to, and knew were such suggestions had come from. Markus had been making suggestions lately as well, but she had turned down all his requests for a meeting. "Son of a bitch," she whispered into the darkness. But didn't matter. After all, her baby had come back to her.




The Filly & The Stud Ch. 03



The rhythm they had built was not purely sexual; it was a combination of many things that lulled her into a sense of confidence in their relationship. She confronted Markus, but he denied having anything to do with Traci's offer to her boyfriend, but she wasn't sure she believed him. She had been with him long enough to know when he was deceiving her, and she was getting that vibe.

But it didn't matter. After a long talk with David, she finally convinced him to at least take a ride up to UNCC and talk to somebody about what kind of classes he could take. She wasn't sure if he really talked to anybody or just used the extensive gym they had up there, but she came home to find him lying on the floor, flipping through a course catalogue. That was a good enough start, she told herself.

It was an easy kind of arrangement, with him staying over when he felt like it, and her focusing on her research, because he took care of everything else. If she showed up to ride, he had her horse saddled, as if he could smell her coming. He knew when she would be tired when she got home, and he would be there, cooking for her. For some reason he despised eating out, and instead she would curl up on her couch, sniffing what he was preparing, sipping a glass of wine and listening to him meow back and forth with the cats as they tried to get the treats out of his pocket.

So it snuck up on her, the time for her to head south and present the findings she had been slaving over, all of a sudden looking at the calendar and realizing that it was time to go and tell the world what she had learned. 

"How long are you going to be gone?"

"Ten days. Why, you going to miss me?"

"You know I am." He reached into one of the pockets on his cargo pants, and pulled out a thick, padded envelope. "Here...I...I made this for you."

Slowly she turned away from the closet, and took the white paper from his hands. Sitting down next to him, she noticed that he avoided her eyes when she kissed him, and the embarrassment was almost radiating from him.

"What is it?"

"Why don't you just open it?"

"OK!" She kissed him again, then carefully pulled the flap open, and pulled out the thick piece of purple construction paper, and folded it open. 

David would never make it far in life as an artist, that much was clear. But one could make out the barns, the house, the range, and what she figured to be horses, and with a bit of imagination, it was him and her riding, holding hands. He had printed some of the pictures of him and her, and cut them to fit into the clouds that floated above the scene, and she smiled at the words he had written. "Thank you! You are so sweet."

"So you don't forget about me."

Jennifer laughed, sliding the card back into the envelope, and setting it on her nightstand. "You are a silly, silly man. Remind me, what did you call last night, when you were stuffing my ass full of your big penis?"

"My hot little filly." He smiled at the memory, and she felt her pussy spasm.

"And this morning, when you had me on all fours in the tub?"

"My little ass slut."

"And since then, like earlier in the kitchen?"

"My little sex slave." He crawled on top of her, kissing her, biting her nipple through her blouse. She moaned out as he unbuttoned it, reaching inside and caressing her. "My little girl."

"Yes...don't you worry, my big stud. You own it, and you know you do. Now give me something to remember you by." She grinned at him, and he grinned right back. Then he made her scream, fucking her in every orifice that she had, until she almost missed her flight.

"You sure you're all right?" Stella had her arm around her friend, pulling the woman in close, her voice low, not quite a whisper.

"Yeah, why?"

"You seem sluggish, not your usual self."

"Is this our curse, as doctors we always analyze ourselves?"

"Probably." But Stella did not seem convinced. Jennifer smiled, shrugged, and then made a kissing motion with her lips. "I probably just need somebody to come out here and do something nasty to me. I'm going through withdrawal."

"You are a freak, you know that."

The women separated, and walked into the opposing ballrooms, each having a speaking part at their next respective sessions. Jennifer's was on the long-term effect of acrimonious divorce proceedings in children, specifically their emotional and reasoning skills, while Stella would be speaking on drug addict treatment and substance abuser brain rehabilitation. 

Even as Jennifer mounted the stage, smiling to her colleagues and the students present at the conference, she knew what Stella said was true. She felt tired, worn out, yes, even sluggish here lately. But she shook it off, pulled out her index cards, and froze in place.

She had been rehearsing this speech for two weeks now, it was the biggest presentation of her career, presenting the biggest study she had ever participated in, a study she had conceived, organized, gotten funded, run, and was now going to share with the world. David could probably recite the words she would say in his sleep by now, he had listened to it so many times. And through it all, she had been using this very set of index cards. 

But somehow, at some point, he had gotten a hold of them and added one. So now, instead of looking at the one she had labeled "1" in the top right corner, she was seeing a big red heart, with her name, a massive purple plus sign, his name, and then what looked like two horses getting it on. In elaborate green letters he had written "YOU GO GIRL" along the bottom.

She could not help but smile, sliding the card to the back of the pack, and turning to the microphone. "Ladies and gentleman, my dear colleagues, students..."

"You don't know where he is?"

"He left two days ago, he said he would be back next Friday." Mrs. McKoy did not seem at all disturbed by the fact that her nephew had vanished off the face of the earth. But that was probably not all that odd, he was a grown man. But it still riled her.

"He didn't say anything at all?" Next Friday was her day to come home. Where could he have gone off too?

"No. He wrote out a schedule for the other hands, outlined all the tasks for them to do, packed a backpack, and took off."

"On his bike?"

"No, I think he was riding a bus."

Jennifer tried for ten more minutes to squeeze information out of the woman, but she didn't know anything, and finally she gave up. The speech had gone terrifically, and she wanted to share it with him, wanted to thank him for the note card. There were already talks of a follow up study, of shared grant money, and several professional journals had approached her about publishing her study.

Sinking onto her bed, she took a deep breath, then came back to attention when there was a knocking at the door of the hotel room, walking over slowly, she saw Stella standing there through the peep hole, and pulled the door open.

"What's up?"

"Honestly?"

The woman walked in, digging in her purse, and when Jennifer turned around, kicking the door shut, she was face to face with a pregnancy test.

"You're kidding, right?"

"I think the technical term is concerned."

"Right now?"

"Why not?"

"You going to do one with me?"

"We aren't passing blunts here, honey."

Jennifer smiled, but took the plastic wrapped tube from her friend, and walked into the bathroom. "How long do we have to wait on it?"

"Fifteen minutes."

"What?"

"FDA approval won't be on paper until July, but it is twice as accurate as the best product on the market now."

"I guess I should buy stock."

"That's insider trading, honey."

The woman walked back out, shaking droplets of water of her hands. "So can we leave it sitting there and go to dinner?"

"I don't see why not." Stella seemed in a much better mood now that her friend had decided to test her most fervent theory as to why she was so down here lately. She didn't buy the lack of cock story, and she was about to suggest a place when there was another knock at the door.

Stella opened it, and then shrunk back when David walked in. He had a backpack over his shoulder, and a huge grin on his face. "Good evening, ladies."

Jennifer could not believe it, and then she threw herself at him, screaming with delight. He grabbed her, holding her up, kissing her on the lips and face. Neither of them objected when Stella let herself out, and all hunger was forgotten. 

He carried her to the bed, dropping her on it, their kisses never stopping, as they stripped each other naked. He got her that way first, so he got to suck her nipples, kiss her skin, and work his way down to her wet pussy, licking and tonguing it, making her squirm and cry out.

The feeling flooded her as he put her on all fours, and then his massive cock was in her, as he bit her neck and squeezed her tits, fucking her hard from behind, pulling her hair. She felt his hand on her ass, heard him whisper how he was going to ass fuck her, heard him tell her how he missed her, how he needed her. She could not agree more, and when he pulled back, she grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands, and spread herself for him. When his cum splashed her insides, she screamed his name into the pillow, then collapsed beneath him.

"Happy to see me?" Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her softly, cradling her.

"You have no idea! I tried calling you earlier. Thanks for the card. I found it in my deck today."

"You are welcome. I've heard rumors downstairs that the speech went very well."

"Did you now?"

"Oh, but yes. I can look surprisingly like a college student."

She giggled, then kissed him again. "You are a sweet man. I was about to go eat, are you hungry? And how did you get here?"

"I hitch hiked." Nibbling on her nose, he licked her tit, then squeezed her clit. "I can just eat this all night. But sure, we can eat."

"You hitch hiked? Are you crazy?"

"No, but I'm not really worried about getting raped, either." He kissed her once more, then released her to walk into the bathroom. He was there in a flash when he heard her shriek. "What's wrong?"

Being a professional at this, she understood that he did not really have a lot to say that night. He kissed her tenderly, rubbing her stomach, holding her. She was not sure how she felt herself, so they spoke about it very little, which she knew to be normal. She had studied this in school, written papers on it, and when he put her to sleep with his gentle lovemaking, all she felt was the warm after glow of sex.

That feeling did not repeat itself when she awoke.

Waking up to an empty bed in Charlotte, North Carolina to the smell of oatmeal is one thing. Waking up to an empty bed in Tucson, Arizona was totally different, and not in a good way. She was seething mad, and Stella was not in a mood to support the truant boyfriend, instead laying out all her often stated theories on why he was wrong for her, and somehow managing to avoid the trite "I told you so".

"Well, I guess he's shown his true colors then."

"Asshole. I searched my stuff this morning, and I found three more cards."

"Did you burn them?"

"No." But I thought about it, she didn't add. Thought about it a lot!

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know yet. Kick him in the nuts when I see him."

The balcony overlooked downtown San Diego, one of the many benefits to being in the Navy. You got to live in some really cool places. "You remember Master Chief Bordeaux?" And meet cool people, like his buddy Jason, who was providing him shelter now.

"Yeah, EOD instructor out at school."

"Yeah. He retired last month. He mentioned your little...stunt, I guess, during his speech."

"Glad I'm not forgotten."

"Never. It's a brotherhood." The two toasted, and David looked down across the city. 

"Nice digs. Must be cool to have a wife that makes a lot of cash."

"Yeah, real estate market is booming. What's up with you, heard you had something hot going."

"I did...man, I fucked up." He took another pull from his beer, and told his friend what had happened, the man nodding every now and then, but not saying anything until his friend finished. 

"Hold on a second." Walking inside, he padded through the apartment, past his beautiful wife working on another contract, into the back bedroom, returning several minutes later.

Jamie was still sleepy, but she loved her uncle David, so she did not mind being woken up. The happiness at seeing him was written in her eyes and on her face, and Andrea, her mother, would forever tell everybody that the young Sailor was her daughter's first crush.

David held the little girl, telling her about the horses, the motorcycle, and Discovery Place, which he had only stumbled across by accident after reading about it in the Free Times. She was enraptured by everything he said, and when he daddy told her it was time to go back to bed, she did so only reluctantly, and only after making him promise that he would still be there in the morning when she had to go to kindergarten.

David waited for Jason to return, then thanked his friend. He got the point, and knew what he had to do, which was easier said than done.

A week is a lot of time to build anger. It is also a lot of time to cry. So by the time she climbed out of the cab, paid the driver, and walked up to the front door, she was emotionally exhausted, too much so to notice the light on in her house. 

Things did not seem odd, until she opened the door, and there were no kitties. She wanted to blame him instantly, but that made no sense, why would he harm her babies? The thought instantly drove a searing pain through her heart, and the cycle of anger began again. Then she smelled it. Something smelled good in her house. She was not alone.

"Angie?"

"She'll be over later to check on us." David stepped out from behind the dividing wall in the kitchen, dressed in nothing but jeans and a bandana around his head, a towel hanging from his jeans, making him look like a bus boy that had forgotten his shirt. His hands were up in a kind of defensive position, and the look of fear on his face was genuine.

"Before you just unleash, I just want to say that I deserve everything you are about to say, and that every negative descriptor you have applied to me in the last couple of days is true, and that I am fully aware that I have a life time of begging for forgiveness ahead of me. I just thought I would get a head start on it by cleaning your house and making you dinner."

Then she realized why the cats had not come to the door. They were playing in the flowers. In the flowers that seemed to fill all the spaces that could possibly hold a pot, vase, or bouquet, in the flowers in all the colors of the rainbow plus some, in all types, shapes, and sizes, the flowers that made the room look like something out of a dream, in the flowers that each seemed to hold a card saying simply "I'm sorry."

And that's when the tears came. He was there again, holding her, cradling her, sliding onto the couch with her, kissing her softly. She slid naturally into his lap, finding the comfort in his arms again, letting herself get caressed and cared for, until suddenly she realized whom she was kissing on. The punch to the chest probably hurt her hand more then him, but it made her feel better.

"I deserved that."

"Yes, you did."

"I'm incredibly sorry. I made you dinner."

"After which you will wait on me, hand and foot, for the next nine months, and I'll decide if I'll forgive you or not."

"Your wish is my command." He smiled when she punched him again, and then they kissed.

"Have I told you today that I hate you?"

"Speaking purely technically, today only started eight minutes ago, so I think the answer would have to be no, you have not."

"Things like that do not endear you to me, at all."

"What is it that I can do for my queen at this early hour?" Propping himself up on one arm, he leaned over her, kissing her swollen stomach, and then nibbling on her arm. He would have attacked her breasts, but they were sore lately, and that course of action had been designated as high risk as of late.

"Feed me, Seymour." It came out in a deep rumble from her face being pressed in the pillow. For whatever reason, this very smart woman had a hard time with eating for two people, and hated to admit that she was hungry basically all the time. It was a problem he was long familiar with, having a metabolism that burned a thousand calories every time he blinked, but she didn't appear to be a big fan of it.

"Any particular cravings?"

"My scientific mind says water, salt, and sugar. So I want a purple Gatorade, chocolate ice cream, and a slim Jim." Slim Jim's were another recent addition to their shopping list, having never made an appearance before. The greasy, salty processed meat was an anathema to him, but she had discovered them as of late, and he was ready for that.

Hearing the wrapper rip was like soft release to her, then he placed the skinny piece of nourishment on her lips, and she almost swallowed it whole, feeling him leave the bed, and hearing him slide into the black track pants that were his night time uniform.

"Take my car, the roads are still wet."

"Yes, mom."

"I hate you."

"I know. Love you, too, baby." He kissed her forehead, and then she heard him leaping over hte railing and landing on the steps below, the cats scattering.

"NO JUMPING IN MY HOUSE!" That was good, she thought. Very motherly. Rolling onto her back, she felt her stomach, the skin soft from where he had massaged the cocoa butter into her. No stretch marks here, she had vowed. Closing her eyes, she could feel something pass her fingers, probably a foot, she thought. Yes, very motherly. Opening her eyes again, she looked right at Liger, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes huge as he starred at her.

"What are you looking at?"

The girl that worked the night shift at the 7-11 knew him by name. He had actually run into her once up at UNCC, and bought her lunch, so now she was what the military would call "highly responsive." The number was on speed dial, and by the time he walked through the self-opening doors, the items he needed were stacked on the counter, and all he needed to do was hand over the cash.

"I hope I have a boyfriend this supportive when I'm pregnant."

"I'm sure you will. Just make sure you don't kick him out when he acts like a total idiot one day. He can't help it, it's in our genetic makeup." He grinned at her, gathered up his purchases, and sprinted back to the car.

"I'M STARVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!"

"I'm sure you are. A bag of bones you are." He kissed her on the lips, then handed her the quart-sized bottle of Gatorade. He had discovered that flavor was less important to her then color, so it always had to be purple. Anything else was mission failure. He never failed.

Sliding out of his pants again, he slipped between her and the sheets, cradling her as she guzzled the electrolyte replacement drink, then propped her up against him, and slowly started feeding her ice cream. "You are so beautiful."

"Don't start with me, I can feel you poking me."

"That just shows that my words are true."

"You are a horny bastard."

"Who is deeply in love with the mother of his as of yet unborn child."

Turning her head, she kissed him gently, snuggling into the crook of his neck. "You love me?"

"What do you want?"

"To know if you love me!"

"Yes, I love you, more than anything in the whole world."

"It's the mating instinct. The male is genetically programmed to protect the womb until the child is born, then he moves on."

"I'm not going to move on!"

"That's what they all say." But he could tell from her voice that she was being facetious. "You won't love me! I'll be old and worn out from chasing around your child! You'll love it more then me!"




The Filly & The Stud Ch. 03



"It?"

"The parasite that has taken over my body!"

He kissed her softly, setting the ice cream aside. She never ate more then about half of it, then some sort of internal regulating mechanism kicked in that prevented her from becoming a total glutton. Running his hands up and down her body, he caressed her, gently teasing her, making her purr despite herself, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling.

Despite what she had predicted, their sex life had not really abated with pregnancy. It had simply grown and matured, from the wild slam fuckings she had been so used to and loved with such abandon, to the gentle loving that made her feel safe and secure in his arms, where he would hold her as he made her feel good. Over time he had become more and more careful, but after a thorough review of the literature and a long conversation with their doctor, she had assured him that they could have various forms of sex all the way to childbirth. Especially him going down on her, which he did just then, making her moan out.

She had to pee often now, and her fear of accidentally peeing on him was bordering on phobia now. But he had overcome that as well, altering his technique and using more of a top down then bottom up approach to her clitoris, stimulating it from all sides at once, making her whimper and sigh with contentment as she felt the pleasure race through her. 

He had become a more patient lover, who took his time to take her to incredible heights over and over, slowly, letting her relax in between peaks, kissing her lips and nibbling her ears, before sending her into orbit again. He could put her to sleep doing it, helping her get past the uncomfortable self-image she sometimes had of a beached whale.

With a smile on her face she responded to his movements, rolling onto her side as he kissed his way up her body, gently worshipping and caressing every part of her, licking and nibbling here and there, touching her in all the places that demanded attention, not missing anything. She was never sure how long this took, but it seemed to be forever, a dream of touch and safety, feeling supported and warm in his arms and lips.

She felt his cock push against her pussy, and slowly he slipped inside. He did not enter her all the way, just enough to tease her clit, moving back and forth with slow, easy movements. His hips were moving in a controlled circle, the fat head rubbing across her clit each time he pushed inside, and it felt too good to be real, always giving the experience a dream like quality.

Pulling him closer, she moaned out as he pushed in a bit deeper, rippling her body with release as he filled her as much as he dared, her pussy clamping down on the big shaft, remembering the feeling of him putting wave after wave of cum into her. Holding tight to his arms, she felt his balls smacking her ass, her clit still spasming.

"I'm going to put it in your ass." His voice was the same soft tone he always used when he was making love to her like this, a voice that conveyed affection and attention to the woman he loved, even as he described in graphic detail how he would rape her.

"Please don't...please don't...oh my god..." It was a game they played, and she already felt his fingers in her ass. She tried to pull away, but there was nowhere for her to go, and he gently bit her, holding her in place.

"Take it, slut." Pulling out of her pussy, he pushed into her ass, groaning out as he popped past her anal ring, the tight feeling of being so deep in her always overwhelming. She grunted with pleasure, squeezing down on him as he gently rubbed her pussy, sending her over the edge again.

It was a slow movement, in and out, and all she could do was lay there and enjoy it. It was rare for him to force himself on her now, to make her submit to his will, but it was something that she always looked forward to and craved, missing the feeling of being dominated and desired by a man who could not help himself but sexually take charge.

And so she lay there, with her eyes screwed shut, six months pregnant, getting ass fucked by the love of her life. He was as careful here as he was in all things concerning his pregnant little filly, holding her protectively, kissing on her softly as she took it, whispering in her ear how she was still his slave and his slut, and how she would be forever. She cried out in agreement, her body shaking with a powerful orgasm as he spent his cum up her ass, firing string after string of hot semen into her.

"You are mine."

"All yours baby, all yours. Your little filly."

"Yes!" He held her tight, kissing her all over. "You are so beautiful. I love you so much."

"You are crazy. I'm a freakkin' elephant. It's the hormones, and the pheromes they produce make you say crazy things." But she kissed him, and loved him all the more for it.

"You sure you still want to marry me?"

"More with every day."

"You are an angel." David giggled and kissed her again.

"Just shut up and fuck me again."

It was an incredibly peaceful scene. Liger was upside down, smushed into the armrest, his face contorted into a strange mask, paws tucked into himself, mouth half open, drooling on himself as he snored. Tiglon was on the other side, shuddering every now and then in his sleep, laying on his side, legs stretched out across the empty couch, trying to get his daily sixteen hours of sleep.

Between the two felines lay the newest of the three babies, and already the biggest. Amanda also had all fours sticking up, bug style, almost mimicking Liger, her body pressed into his, smushing him down as they all slept. She would shake occasionally, her mouth opening and closing, and it would always cause an up tick in the volume of Liger's snoring.

She watched them sleep like that, knowing that if grandma saw it, she would freak. Most people don't leave their newborns lying on the couch between two cats, without any type of protective barrier around. But her husband had determined, through experimentation conducted in the absence of mommy and grand mommy that the cats were very protective of the tiny human, and whenever she started to cry, you could be sure that one of them would come get you, and lead you right to her. She knew that they would not let her slip off the couch.

Smiling, she turned and walked into the room that had once been her sanctuary, her home office. As always, the sparkle on his left hand caught her by surprise, the titanium and platinum wedding band shimmering in the light. He looked cute with his glasses, and the textbook and note pad gave him a scholarly appearance.

"Studying?"

"Yes." He reached out, and she slid into his lap, kissing him softly. They stayed like that, kissing and necking, enjoying a moment of peace and quiet.

"You know...the day care at the hospital is rated as one of the top one hundred in the country."

"Really?" He had not known that.

"So...if you ever want to drop her off...and come up to my office...I do have one of the traditional couches...I'm sure we could work out some of your issues..." Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse, feeling him underneath her ass, seeing the lust in his eyes. "I'm sure that there is something we could...bring to light..."

"Yes...yes, I think so..." He sucked her nipples, and she moaned. They had become very sensitive since Amanda started breast-feeding. Reaching down, she freed his massive cock, stroking it, and then pushing it up under her skirt, right to the mouth of her wet, waiting pussy.

"And now...my young stud husband...your horny filly of a wife wants you to fuck her brains out."

"Yes, ma'am."

"And be quick about it, you never know how long the little terror will sleep." She smiled as he grabbed her, feeling as he pushed up into her, the feeling so comfortable and familiar as he took her, screwed her, held her, and protected her. A feeling she knew she would be enjoying for a long time.