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Uninvited

By: LilyTigress



Author's Note: Thank you to my fabulous Lit friends for editing! You really helped me see this through. And a special thanks to the real life James and Grace. Your story, no matter how it ends, is something you must never regret.

"Grace arrived late last night. Poor thing was tired after the red eye flight from Toronto," Mia said taking a seat at the breakfast table.

At those words, James dropped the muffin he was about to eat into his coffee mug. The resulting splash sprinkled not only on the pale blue damask table cloth, but his shirt as well. Trying to cover up his flub, he responded to his sister's comment.

"Last night? I didn't even hear anyone come in," he blotted at his once pristine white polo. He didn't expect to be as flustered as he was.

"Well, she phoned me from the airport a little after nine because she didn't want to wake up the house. What a sweetheart. That girl doesn't have a thoughtless bone in her body."

The mere mention of Grace Chen sent a spark straight to James' head. Whip smart, funny, and with maturity beyond her age of 32, James' experience with her was limited to a list of e-mails and short phone calls over the last year. Grace lived on the west coast in sunny San Diego, while he resided in the hustle and bustle of the east coast in Boston. Incredulously, over these short missives, he felt the impossible happen. At his distinguished age of 50, James had developed a school boy crush for a woman he had never met.

It started out simple enough. James called his oldest sister Mia last summer with a quandary. He was supposed to be in San Francisco for an important business meeting within 24-hours. However, his assistant was not able to secure a hotel for him. Did his big sis know anyone who could help him? Mia referred him to the daughter of her college roommate and best friend. 

"Gracie, she's Ava and Roger's daughter, works with a boutique hotel chain. I'm sure she'd be happy to help," Mia rattled off her number and sent an introductory e-mail before hanging up with James.

When James contacted her an hour later, "Gracie" turned out to be most helpful and congenial young lady. Her voice was so soothing and upbeat; James thought he could see her smile through the phone.

"Auntie Mia sent me an e-mail about your situation. I can't ever refuse her! Let me just call down to our hotel at Union Square, the marketing director owes me one anyway. Would a king room work? Is there a number I can reach you at?"

When James arrived the next morning, he was flabbergasted. The room was a loft suite and at a rate that would qualify as a small miracle even for the stingiest of the budget business travelers. As he stood in the foyer of the suite, the bellboy coughed to get his attention. Turning around, he was presented with an envelope. After tipping the bellboy, James sat down and opened it. Inside was an e-mail from Grace.

Dear Mr. Owens:

Hopefully you'll find these accommodations satisfactory. Don't worry about the price, it is not a typo! Please enjoy yourself during your stay. If you need anything else, during this stay or at any other location, I have listed my contact information. I hope you will send my kindest regards to Auntie Mia and Uncle Nate! Once again, enjoy your stay and good luck in your ventures.

Warmest regards,

Grace R. Chen

The business trip was a soaring success and James was extremely grateful for Grace's assistance. Before leaving, he left an e-mail of his own for Grace.

Dear Ms. Chen:

Your assistance has single-handedly sealed an important deal for me. The suite was perfect for meetings (as well as sleeping in!). If chance happens to have us cross paths in the future, I would very much like to repay you for the favor. Name your price! And as for further business...what do you have in New York next week? I'm joking; I will be contacting your reservations center for that myself. Again, thank you for your assistance and I will certainly pass your greetings to Mia and Nathan.

Sincerely,

James Owens

It was the start of a seemingly platonic situation. Every few weeks, James would call Grace to see about last minute rooms. She would happily help. Their e-mails and phone calls got longer. Each instance gave him a peek into the type of person she was. Grace heard about James' family and business travel experiences, in turn James learned about her life and goings on. More often than not, he left the phone call or finished reading an e-mail laughing due to her quick and lethal wit. From what he gathered, she was an outgoing girl who enjoyed many interests. As their communications became more frequent, James noticed that he was anticipating hearing from her. Once, she went on a business trip for two weeks and James thought there was a space missing in his life.

He brushed that feeling aside quickly. I can't possibly have an attachment to this young woman, James thought. But still he couldn't deny that he wasn't beginning to feel something when his phone rang or another e-mail showed up. However, denial was one of James' strong suits. He simply refused to believe that a connection was forming with someone he'd not even met. Besides, she was a good deal younger than he, and that just didn't seem at all right to James or his sensibility.

A few months later, while visiting his niece Kara, he finally set eyes on Grace. Well, sort of. While relaxing in the library of Kara's home, his eyes fell on a photo of a group of people that he assumed were Kara's friends. They were all very nicely dressed and looked like they were having a great time. He picked up the frame and smiled at the very picture of youth in its prime. Thinking about himself, he longed for those days of long ago. Having recently celebrated his birthday, moments like this were more frequent. Sometimes he just ached being as old as he was and divorced. 

"What do you have there Uncle James," Kara asked bringing in coffee and dessert. After rebuffing a toddler asking for a cookie, Kara took the photo from him hands. "Oh I see you found the picture from our trip to Las Vegas last month. What a blast!" 

She started pointing out people in the picture and their connection to her life. Kara moved from person to person, until she pointed out a figure at the corner of the picture.

"...and that's Gracie, we've known each other sinc-"

"Did you say Gracie? Grace Chen?"

"Why yes, that is Grace Chen. How do you know her?"

"Your mother put me in touch with her when I was in a jam. We've spoken on the phone a few times and correspond by e-mail." He couldn't believe his eyes. James estimated she couldn't be more than five foot one. She was a little stockier than some girls, but she had all the right curves. Grace's raven colored hair and almond shaped eyes complimented her face. A smile lit up her face and outshone anyone else in the picture. As he studied the picture, he realized that Kara had kept moving on with her musings about Grace.

"Gracie is such an amazing person! She's so funny and adventurous. I've never met anyone who can know and talk about so many things! It's a shame that she doesn't have a man in her life...what a catch!"

At that, James knew the gentle squeeze around his heart was the first stages of infatuation. He'd been through it enough. Ever the proper man, he pushed those feelings down every single time he spoke to Grace. However, those feelings were about to break out to the surface.

As the summer drew near, Mia was insistent that James join the family in Falmouth, MA for the summer season. Mia's husband did well enough that they owned a summer house just outside the idyllic little town. While Cape Cod was a great place to go, James didn't feel like it. He kept putting off his sister trying to come up with a better excuse than the last to stay in Boston. In the middle of June he received yet another call from Mia. She would not be deterred.

"James you simply must come down. I know you're going on vacation for the next two weeks soon. What are you going to do? Waste it in your apartment?"

"And what's wrong with that?" James was irritated at the fact that she was pushing the point.

"Nothing, you stubborn hermit. But your family wants to see you! And besides we're going to have the Porters over starting next weekend..." James tried to zone out the droning on the other end of the line until, "...and little Gracie will be coming to stay for two wee-"

"Alright already, Mia! You win. I'll be there Friday." 

Now the small shadow in his life that was Grace Chen had a form. And it was upstairs in a room two doors down from his own. 

Grace awoke with the sun warming her face. At first a little startled at her whereabouts, she gradually gained her senses and stretched out in the four poster bed. The flight and ferry to the Cape last night was really pushing it and she barely remembered plopping down into bed after a quick shower and a hasty good night with Mia and Kara. Rolling onto her side, Grace checked the clock. It was nearly 11 o'clock. 

"Well, enough of this lazing about – it's vacation time!" Hopping out of bed, Grace walked to the window to see what daylight had brought about. She was greeted with a beautiful view of the green backyard, with its stately trees providing shade. The vista stretched out into the currently clam, blue water that made the Owens-Fraser Family summer house picturesque. Grace noticed a group of kids playing in the backyard. She smiled at their hassle free existence that was a three month summer vacation. Off in the distance, she noticed two figures making their way from the private dock that serviced the house. 

Grace's breath caught in her throat. Staring at the forms making their way to the backyard, she wondered which one was James? 

James. As Grace closed her eyes, she heard his tender and gentle voice in her head. How many times had she wished his sweet laugh on the phone would change into an admission of interest in her? In the past year, the e-mails were cordial enough, but it was the phone calls that nursed her dream alive. James always asked how she was doing and she would ask the same, soon a fifteen minute business phone call turned into hour long conversations amongst friends.

"But who am I kidding? What do I know about this man?" Turning away from the window, Grace fought with herself. She knew what his favorite cologne was. How much he enjoyed music and movies. She knew he liked a good hot dog and soda at a baseball game over cigars and scotch at the bar. Grace knew from all these little tidbits that he was a man who was kind, knowledgeable, and caring. But was it enough to fall in love with him sight unseen?

"And he's old enough to be your father," Grace sneered out loud, "You always have that going for you." 

Getting dressed, she continued to berate herself. Grace had always considered herself to be pragmatic and logical. This fascination with an older man really threw her for a loop. But where did it land her? Early thirties and without a boyfriend. How can she have it all when she didn't even get some? Tying her sneakers on then looking in the mirror, Grace took a deep breath.

"Why shouldn't I go after him? Why the hell not? Go get 'em tiger!"

Now if only she could convince the person in the mirror to do it.

James casually strode into the expanse of the backyard. He and the other male family members had just returned from a less than successful fishing trip on the dock. Either way, it felt good to be in the air and sun of the Cape. Glancing around, he noted that the house cook had already started grilling up the burgers and hot dogs for lunch. His grand nieces and nephews ran about while the adults lounged around. For a moment, he felt bad about turning down his sister's numerous invitations before coming. Making his way to the cooler, James almost had forgotten how nervous he was earlier.

"Uncle James! Uncle James!" He looked up in the direction of the house and saw Kara. After cracking open the soda in his hand, he waved to Kara who motioned him over. As he walked over, Kara excitedly turned her back to him and was talking with someone at the entrance of the covered porch.

"I can't believe you two haven't met...that's so funny that you two have gotten to know each other that way! I'm sure he'll be glad to meet you," Kara turned and was face to face with her uncle and said, "Oh! Uncle James...this is..."

James never heard the formal announcement of her name. He didn't need to. Looking past his niece, he saw her and knew. Her short, black hair was tied back into pigtails. She removed her sun glasses to reveal a pair of beautiful brown eyes. And though casually dressed in khaki shorts and a fitted green polo shirt, she was as feminine as can be.

"Hello, Mr. Owens" she took his hand – it was so small in his, "I'm glad to finally meet you."

Is that all you can come up with Chen? She thought to herself. Oh come on! But what else could she say? The man towered over her by at least a foot. His salt and pepper hair was mussed by the sea breeze. His hazel eyes smiled down at her. And the rest of him! Well, let's say that time was very kind to him. Desperately trying to make a good impression, all Grace could do was smile back. A moment before she felt like a complete disaster, he replied.

"Mr. Owens? Such a formal greeting," James stepped forward and embraced her, "I believe we're better acquaintances than that, Grace." 

James almost couldn't let go. He caught a whiff of her perfume. What was it? Tea roses, yes that was it. Stepping back from the hug he looked down at her. Grace just seemed so delicate in his arms. He couldn't believe that they were actually standing there together. 

Kara excused herself to go tend to a crying child. Both Grace and James stood there in a moment of uneasiness. All those safety barriers provided by e-mails and telephone lines disappeared much to the chagrin of the two people standing together.

"Um...would you like to go get a drink and grab a seat?" James ventured, "It looks like lunch is almost ready." Grace nodded and she took the arm he offered as he escorted her into the familial fray. "So, Mia said you took the red eye from Toronto last night...soda or water?"

"Water please," Grace watched James bend down and reach into the cooler. Her heart fluttered as she stared at his backside. "Uh...yeah, Toronto. I had a last minute training session with a hotel property we just purchased into the portfolio."

"Well, I'm...I mean we're glad you made it." Another self-conscious silence befell them.

What the hell, Chen? Grace smiled on the outside, but felt like a gawky teenager. Pull yourself together!

It was Mia who saved them from catastrophe. "Gracie, sweetheart! I'm so glad you're awake. Did you sleep well?" Mia grabbed Grace's hand and led her to where she was sitting. Glancing back at James, she smiled while Mia chattered on. James smiled back and followed them.

Food and group conversation seemed to help everyone relax. James insisted Grace take the last lawn chair. Conversation drifted from topic to topic. Grace was so preoccupied with her nerves that she didn't realize how hungry she was. Attacking her burger with gusto, she finally found the familiar groove that was discussion. Once the food was gone, everyone leaned back in the sun, satisfied and sated. Mia's husband Nathan, joined James on the grass, kicking back.

"So James, how about those Bo Sox? Can they do it again?"

"Always faithful, Nate. Always faithful." Baseball was one of those things sacred to James. 

Mia sipped her iced tea, "Bah! Baseball. I was never really much into sports growing up. Honestly, I don't see the point." James was about to lecture his sister on the virtues of baseball, when he was caught unawares.

"Baseball is the life blood of American sports." James turned to see who had said that. He was shocked when he realized that it was Grace. Downing the rest of her water, she continued animatedly, "It's the ultimate team sport. Nine guys on a field. It's nostalgia. It's history. It's something that is completely ours. How can you not like it?"

Kara laughed, "Gracie, I forget what a fanatic you are about baseball. I remember in college, she would always be pouring over the sports section in the middle of a lecture."

"Hey, I'm a MLB girl through and through. Nothing better than an afternoon at the ball park for me."

"Well, I don't know about baseball being the ultimate team sport," Nathan said getting up, "But I know I'm in the mood for some football! Who's in?"

A mix of kids and adult males moved about picking sides. The ladies got up and moved their seats to watch the game. Grace got up from her seat and jogged out to where they were playing. Shaking himself, James got up and called out to her.

"Grace, wait up!" She stopped and turned around. Hand on her hip, she smiled that smile he already felt like he couldn't live without. "So, who do you root for?"

"The Padres, naturally."

"The Padres?" James tried not to snort. "An NL team?"

"Oh, a baseball snob, Mr. Red Sox?" They started walking again, "Next thing you'll tell me is that I have no appreciation for the tradition of the game."

"No, I wouldn't think of ever insulting you like that!" They shared a laugh.

Nathan called from the playing field, "Grace, James...you guys in or what?"

"I'm your girl Uncle Natty!"

"Great! James, you play on the other side to make things even."

James was incredulous, "You like football too?"

"Yes, I do," Grace replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Now try and keep up with me, okay?" Playfully, she slapped James' bottom with her hand and ran away. 

Grace Chen, do you have any idea what you've done to me? Shaking his head, James joined the game.

He was hooked on her. Hooked like an addict. The day progressed and James found himself trying to stay close to her. After football, an afternoon excursion on the family boat was organized. On the boat, he called her up to the bow any time he needed assistance with something. After about the third time, she settled herself next to him where they talked amicably for the rest of the trip. Kara was right; Gracie did know a lot of stuff to talk about. They laughed at similar jokes. They told stories. She was intellectually equal and very quick. This was something he hadn't had the pleasure of experiencing in a very long time.

Arriving back on the dock, everyone went their separate ways before dinner. Grace was disembarking and headed up back to the house, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. "Hey, can I walk with you?" It was that honey smooth voice she had become enamored with. James brought himself even with her and slowed down her walking pace.

"Sure. I'm just headed up to the house." A small shiver went down her spine as she realized that everyone was ahead of them.

"Let's take a detour. Have you seen the gardens around the house? They're really pretty this time of day."

Grace looked up at James. She was struck at how boyish he looked, even with those gentle laugh lines. "That...that would be nice."

They walked side by side, talking about books they had recently read. To Grace, it was oddly comforting. Almost like one of their telephone calls. When they reached the garden, James changed the direction of the conversation. "You know, I really do appreciate all the help you've given me over the last year."

"Oh, not a problem at all, James." Hands behind her back, Grace walked at a deliberate pace. She felt happy to be in his company. She hadn't felt that way about someone in a very long time. "I'm only glad to help."

"Well, thank you anyway." Sunset was almost upon them. Everything was touched in a gold hue. The scent of the sea mixed with the sweet hyacinth that surrounded them. James inhaled, trying to find more words, "So, uh, what's going on with your life right now?"


Uninvited



Today is Friday and this was a long week end. My five friends, from high school and college, and I had planned on spending the weekend at a mountain lake cabin with fishing, beer, poker and relaxation. Nothing anywhere near a situation called strenuous. We were just going to relax and catch up on much needed rest from the past strenuous two months. We all worked for the same firm yet in different departments. Our wives had been convinced to having a hen party together and enjoying themselves.

I pulled into the driveway, shut off the engine and jumped out of the car enthusiastically, ran up to the house and began loading the things I'd been gathering for the past month into the car.

There was no need to take a sleeping bag for the cabin had bed clothes, but I did need a fishing pole, tackle box, my creel and my digital camera. You know to take a picture of that big one that didn't get away.

I took a couple of pairs of shorts and T shirts along with some sandals and extra socks, threw in a pair of slack pants and a light weight long sleeve shirt for the cool evenings and mosquitoes. I loaded the beer I was to take along with my share of the food. Went back into the house to double check and make sure I'd missed nothing, called to my wife to kiss her goodbye and received no answer. I looked around and didn't see her so supposed she had stepped over to the neighbors. I shrugged and went out the door and locked it.

The sun was going down and the afternoon shadows were lengthening and my car was in one of these. I got to the car, opened the door and slide into the driver's seat and noticed my pretty petite wife was sitting in the passenger's seat.

I said "What are you doing here?" 

She answered, "I'm going with you" 

I balked. "This is a men's get together and not for women." 

She answered "Are you planning on having women up there?" 

"No, of course not." I said, "We may rent an X rated or porn movie, but that would be the extent of it."

She retorted "Then you should have no objections to me being there."

I answered, "The guys will make a slave out you 'Get me a beer' or 'Clean this place up' or any number of things". 

She answered pertly "Then I'll be a slave to you all. I will be at your beck and call at any time for anything."

"Honey", I said, "I do not want you to go. I ask you not to go.

She answered very sternly, "If you are not going to have women up there and all you're going to do is fish, drink beer, and play poker then you should have no qualms of me being there." 

I came back with, "With you wearing only a bikini or shorts there's going to be some grabby feely and I don't want that". 

I know that at parties at home whether at my place or one of the others these guys were always gawking at Angie. I could tell by the tents raised in their pants.

Angie is a petite 5'6", 127 pounds with a very attractive 36-25-36 body. Along with some nice C size tits, and well shaped legs, she was very easy to look at and desire. 

She looked at me very seriously and said, "I know these guys too and I don't think any of them would take advantage of me. Especially while you are there, so I'm going. Get used to it. Besides it may prove interesting." 

She said this with a very mischievous and devilish gleam in her eyes.

I opened my mouth to retort, but just looked at her with a mixture of disbelief, shock and some kind of surprise. I closed my mouth, started the car, backed out of the driveway, and headed for the mountains. It was a three hour drive to the cabin and it was spent in awkward silence.

I concentrated on driving and did not look over at her. She sat a bit turned with her back slightly to me staring out the window. From time to time I could see her squeezing her legs together. Again from time to time she would cross her legs or change the crossing and squeeze them together. At one point I noticed (or thought I did) a spot appear in her crotch as though she was getting wet. So she kept changing the crossing of her legs.

When we finally got to the little town where we usually replenish our supplies I drove through it, turned off onto a dirt road and on up to the secluded cabin. The cabin was hidden from the highway by the trees and yet had a beautiful view of the lake. There was only one car there when we arrived so I parked under a tree and out of the drive yet saw to it that I could get out without having to disturb any of the guys to move their cars.

I turned to her and asked again. "Angie, I ask you to reconsider, take the car and go back home. I'll catch a ride back with one of the fellows." 

She looked at me defiantly and said, "We are here and I'm going to stay." 

I looked back at her dejectedly and submissive and sighed "OK." 

I got out of the car and started unloading and carrying the supplies into the cabin. Angie came in with her little ditty bag with whatever she was going to wear.

The cabin consisted of one large room which was the living room and kitchen combined a small bedroom and a bathroom. There were bunk beds in the living room that we guys usually slept on. There was a table centered in the living area with benches on four sides. This doubled as an eating area and a poker playing area. I showed Angie to the bed room and told her that was to be her room, so she began making herself at home. I didn't pay any attention to her after that.

Jim Arlington was the only person there, but he was outside somewhere and didn't see us arrive. Ray and Bud Dalton, Brad Dubrinski and Jason Remske should be arriving at anytime. Within the hour all the guys had shown up and unloaded their cars. It was about 8:30 P.M. and pretty dark for there were no city lights to guide us.

After everyone settled down I informed them that Angie was here and that, though I had unsuccessfully tried to dissuade her, she insisted on coming and promised to cater to our every need. They all knew her for we all chummed around and visited each other. They were very surprised, but gave a shout of agreement.

I again told them that she told me she would wait on them hand and foot and even be their slave. She stepped out of the bedroom and confirmed the story. She was still in her shorts and halter top. But I didn't notice the so called wet spot I thought I saw on the drive here.

One of the guys decided to test her and called out laughingly, "Angie get me a beer." 

Angie dutifully obeyed and served it to him bowing low as she did. Her halter flared at the top and you could see she wasn't wearing a bra.

It remained a bit testy for the remainder of the evening and at 10:00 P.M. everyone was ready to go to bed. I made up my bed on the bunk I usually used while there and crawled in. 

Angie stuck her head out of the bedroom and made the remark, rather sarcastically, "Aren't you coming in here?" 

I said "No, I don't sleep with slave girls," and turned over. She said no more.  Next morning was Saturday and we slept until 9:30 or 10:00 and started rousting around. Angie came out of the bedroom wearing a bikini and began fixing breakfast. She fried up a bunch of bacon, some eggs, and hash brown potatoes. Coffee helped wash it all down.

While the gang was eating and teasing each other I was busy getting my fish pole and tackle box ready. When I was through and without a backward glance I went out and walked down to the lake and the structure that was used as a pier. I prepared my fish rod and baited the hook, then cast out. I could have used a spinner, but I chose to bait, cast, sit and wait.

After about a half an hour the guys started straggling down and began baiting their lines. We each started out at the pier but as the morning wore on we began fishing other areas along the shore. I was about a half mile from the pier and not having much luck I put on a spinner and began spin fishing.

I heard a voice behind me and turned to see Angie there. "Having any luck?" She asked. 

"Yeah," I replied, "all bad." 

"Why didn't you eat any breakfast this morning?" She asked. 

I replied "I'm doing what I came out here to do and I'm doing it the way I normally would."

About that time I got a strike so I turned my attention to my fishing. I'd hooked a nice sized trout and it put up a terrific battle. I landed it, took it off the spinner, placed it in my creel and resumed my fishing.

Angie asked, "What am I supposed to do all day?" 

I turned to her and replied, "I and the guys are doing what we came out to do. You, at your own suggestion, wanted to be a servant, so be a servant. You can clean the cabin, or make the beds, or scrub the floors, or sun bathe. Keep yourself occupied."

Just as she was turning to leave I added, "I don't know if any of the guys will want lunch, but as a rule we fish until supper time then put some meat on the B.B.Q. You might give that some thought." With that she left.

I fished for the balance of the day and caught several more nice trout. As the sun began to ebb, the shadows where getting longer and I noticed I was hungry. I packed up my gear and headed back to the cabin.

When I got there everyone was already there and the B.B.Q. was going. Taking a tally of the days catch I discovered we had caught enough for a very nice fish fry on Sunday. I offered to clean the fish and prepare for it, but I was out voted by two of the guys, Brad and Jason.

While we were eating and Angie was parading around in her bikini one of the fellas, Jim Arlington, said, "Angie you are not dressed as a servant girl." 

Unexpectedly he reached over and untied her bikini bra and pulled it down. Then Brad reached over and grabbed her bottoms and pulled them down. Now she was exposed in front of all the guys. 

She looked over at me kind of surprised. I just shrugged and mouthed "You brought it on yourself." 

She mouthed back, "Ok, we'll see what happens." With that she stepped out of her bottoms and finished removing her bra, looking at me with a triumphant gleam. 

I mouthed, "It's going to be costly."

During this time I took photos of both guys taking her clothes off without them even knowing I was doing it. I had set the camera in such a way that no flash would go and the pictures still turn out fairly clear.   It was now time for poker. The B.B.Q. mess had been cleaned up and everything was put away. Jim called for a beer and Angie brought it. When she bowed and handed it to him Ray reached over and grabbed a hand full of pussy. Angie just side stepped a bit to allow him a good feel.

I took a photo while he fingered her for a few minutes.

Poker started. The table was set up and the cards dealt. I did not play for I wanted to be able to take photographs without too much notice.

Angie came in, looked around and remarked, "This isn't fair. You guys are all dressed and I'm naked. To make it really fair you should also get undressed." 

I thought about this for a moment, kicked off my shoes, stood up and took off my shirt, then unfastened my shorts and let them fall to the floor. As soon as the fellas saw what I was doing they followed suit. In less than two minutes everyone was naked. I took some photos which included Angie amongst them.

Jason called for a beer. When Angie brought it to him he pulled her down on his lap. She made the remark, "A lot of good this will do. You aren't hard enough to go in." 

Jason said, "Then do something about it." 

Angie got down on her knees and took his cock in her mouth and began sucking. It didn't take long for him to get an erection, then Angie got up and sat on him placing his cock in her pussy. 

I'm taking photos of each move. 

Each person's face could be seen clearly. Not only the two performing the action but the other fellas standing around watching, anticipating. You could see the gleam in their eyes.

The excitement was extreme and was radiated on their faces as the erection each of them got harder. Since Jim was the nearest to Angie and Jason she grabbed hold of his erection and gently pulled him to her. When he was close enough she took him in her mouth all the while bouncing on Jason's shaft.

For some reason the poker game was forgotten.

Jason began breathing hard getting close to a climax. Angie stopped bouncing, removed Jim's cock from her mouth, got down on her knees again and took Jason's cock in. Just as he started to spurt she removed the penis and allowed the sperm to shoot into her mouth for everyone to see. 

I'm snapping photos.

You could see the sperm on her tongue very clearly. I just hoped my pictures would show the same. Then she took just the head into her mouth and sucked it dry. When finished she turned to me deliberately, stuck out her tongue to show me how defiant she could be, then swallowed the stuff. 

I'm clicking away on the camera.

Yet in all this I did not get aroused. I was disgusted, very dismayed and actually horrified at Angie's behavior and actions. Yet I think I half way expected it. 

While everyone was distracted by Angie I got dressed and, taking my camera, went outside. Looking in the window I saw I could get photos of all the gang very clearly. And with the zoom feature I got some very clear pictures of their faces and actions.

I stayed outside for about a half hour. I was getting chilled in the night time mountain air so went back inside. They were still going strong with Angie trading from man to man giving what each desired. I thought about going to bed and try to get some sleep, but decided that would be impossible with the lights on and all the action, so I sat on my bunk and dozed. Pretty soon the lights went out and everybody went to sleep. Me on top of my bunk, fully dressed.

I must have slept for it was full daylight when I awoke and the sun was up. I looked around and saw the guys were still asleep. But I noticed one bunk was a bit crowded. So slipped over and saw that Angie was in bed with Jim and her hand was on his cock and her tit was either in or near his mouth. I took a picture. A very clear picture.

While everybody was asleep I had an idea. Took my camera and replayed every photo I had taken, and to my amazement they turned out clear and precise. With my limited knowledge of cameras and especially a digital camera with all its settings I was amazed and pleased. Even the ones taken from outside. Of course I was outside in the dark and they were inside in the light. I suppose that could have made the difference.

The guys were beginning to stir around. Angie woke up with a start and sat up in bed. I glanced over at her without her seeing me and after looking around, seeing me, she got up went to the bathroom and washed her face and hands.

I could hear her mixing something in a bowl. It sounded like she was mixing eggs for an omelet or batter for pancakes. It was pancakes and they smelled delicious. While they were cooking she fried up some eggs and bacon. The coffee she began earlier was making and its aroma added to the delightfulness of the room.

The guys were rousting about, washing up and moving around. No one looked at me. As soon as some of the pancakes and eggs were ready I got a plate stuck a fork into a pancake and pulled an egg on top of it , dished up a half cooked strip of bacon, poured some syrup onto the pancake and sat down at the table to eat. The unfinished poker game was still there. I just shoved the cards aside and ate.

Angie noticed that I only took one pancake, instead of my usual three, only one egg instead of two, only one strip of half raw bacon instead of my usual three crispy ones, and no coffee, which I usually love with this kind of breakfast. As a rule in the mountain air I have an enormous appetite, but under the circumstances I just didn't want to eat her cooking. I drank a glass of water.

I went out the back door onto the patio and just stood looking toward the lake breathing in the fresh mountain air. After about fifteen minutes I went back inside. 

The fellas were just finishing their breakfast and I said, "Well fellas we have another nice day for fishing and relaxing. If you will excuse me I'll be going down and try my luck."

With that I grabbed up my fishing pole, my tackle box and my creel. My camera was fastened to the creel strap and kind of out of sight, and headed for the door. Angie looked at me but said nothing. The guys didn't act like they even heard me.

I was at the pier, sat down my gear, prepared my line, baited the hook, and cast in. My mind wasn't really on fishing so didn't expect to catch anything. After sitting there for a while the fellas began drifting down. They looked a bit sheepish so not much was said.

I wasn't having any luck where I was so I meandered down to where I caught so many yesterday. I put on a spinner and began to spin cast. After about fifteen minutes I caught one. I dragged it in, unhooked it, released it back into the water and watched it dart away. For the rest of the day I would catch and release. And think. What was I going to do once we were home?

I saw no reason to take more photos for they would just be a repeat of yesterday. An idea began to form in my mind, not a plan, just an idea.

When the afternoon came and the sun started down I gathered up my things and went back to the cabin. The fellas were already there, had the B.B.Q. fired up and the fish fry going. Jim and Angie were nowhere to be seen.

As the fish were being removed from the grill the two of them came out of the cabin. Everyone knew what they had been doing. For even though they tried to hide it and act nonchalant they had a guilty look about them.

I took pictures of the fish fry. The fellas were joyful and joking. Angie was still naked. She went over to Ray Dalton's chair and sat on the chair arm. Ray reached around and began fingering her pussy. I took some photos. Sunday night was a repeat of Saturday night so I took no photos. I walked around outside until I got chilled then went in and lay on my bunk. It was around midnight or one o'clock in the morning. Finally the lights went out and we all went to sleep.

Again I was the first one awake and up. I started into the bathroom, glanced in the bedroom and noticed two heads on the pillow. I quietly walked into the bedroom and saw that this time Jim was in Angie's bed. And they were clutched. I got my camera and took a photo. Then I went to the bath room.

It was about noon when the gang started moving about. Angie got up and started fixing breakfast. After they all had something to eat I remarked "Well this is our last day and it is noon so what shall we do? Shall we fish for another couple of hours or just go on home?"

There was silence for a few seconds then Jim commented, "Personally I'd like to just laz about for a while and go home a bit later tonight." 

The rest of the guys agreed and even Angie chimed in with her agreement.

I nonchalantly walked over to the fridge, opened the door and looked in. I saw that there were only a couple of bottles of beer left so I remarked, "If that's the case I'll go get some more beer. We are about out." 

I walked toward the door, snatched my camera up off the bunk and walked out.

Angie and one other person were watching me out the window. I know it was Angie and someone was rubbing her tit, so I began taking some pictures of the cabin and surrounding forest. In reality I was taking pictures of the license plates of all the cars there. I got in my car, started the motor and backed out.  

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Jim asked Angie, "Do you think he knows about us?" 

Angie answered, "I don't know. I've been very discreet so I don't know how he would know, or even suspect. I can usually read his actions and expressions, but I haven't been able to here. At least I was able to fuck you first in front of him, and I enjoyed his expression when I sucked your cock. No, I don't think he suspects us."




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They turned from the window walked to Jim's bunk and fucked again. Angie didn't care if one of the other guys did walk in on them. She would just fuck him as well making believe it was a continuation of last night. So she just enjoyed what she was doing.

***************************************************   I drove straight through the town and toward home. I kept to the speed limit even though I was in an extreme hurry to get home and implement the rest of the plan that developed from the idea I had earlier. I kept my mind on my driving as hard as it was. Yet as I drove I couldn't help but remember that Angie spent most of her time with Jim. As the other guys wanted she would perform then return to or near Jim. And the thought did come to me that Angie and the guys would suspect something for I should have been back with the beer by this time.

I took my cell phone out of its hiding place and turned it on. There was a message from Angie. Probably using one of the guys cell phones. She wanted to know what was taking so long and if anything was bothering me. She left me a number to call her on. I erased the message. Then dialed an attorney I knew. Actually we, too, had gone to school together, we just didn't get friendly.

He answered on the third ring. I identified myself, told him briefly what I wanted. He started to ask questions. I told him I would explain fully if he would agree to meet today even though it was a holiday. He agreed and we made an appointment for five P.M. I looked at my watch. It was early enough for me to get home, make copies of the pictures and put into place the rest of my plan. It was two thirty when I drove into the driveway. I got out taking my camera and cell phone with me. 

I entered the house and went directly to my computer, turned it on and waited for it to warm up, then I plugged in the camera. The pictures came up on the screen clear and beautiful. The color was much more than I'd even hoped for. Nothing was left to the imagination. Everything was clear and to the point.

I made eight copies of each of the pictures, plus another eight copies of the picture I received anonymously in the mail six months ago of Jim and Angie in a very promiscuous and compromising position. I got out eight manila envelopes, sorted out the picture so each wife got a complete set and placed the pictures in the envelopes. Then I got the prenuptial agreement and made two copies, one for my attorney and one for Angie.

I looked at my watch. It was only three forty-five, but I was getting suspicious of the group coming home since I did not show up with the beer, so I packed a suitcase with some of my clothes that I thought I would need for the next few days, got in my car and left.

I drove around for a few minutes then chose a motel, one that normally would not choose. After getting checked in and my things brought in I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes. I was more exhausted than I realized for when I opened my eyes and looked at my watch it was nearly time to meet the attorney.

I was almost five minutes late when I walked into his office. It was not overly rich, but it was a far cry from the slums or the gutter. In other words he was reasonably well off but not wealthy. I somehow felt he would not over charge me.

When I sat down he looked at me plainly and asked, "What's going on? Why are you here?" 

I explained the situation as fully and explicitly as I could. I showed him the pictures I took during the past weekend. Then I showed him the one I received six months prior and had made me suspicious. I also gave him a copy of the prenuptial agreement.

"What do you want me to do?" He asked. 

I outlined my plan briefly. 

He said, "I can have these preliminary papers drawn up tomorrow and you can have them by noon." 

I said, "No deal. I would like them drawn up quickly so I can have them when I walk into my office at ten tomorrow morning." 

He scratched his head and asked, "Well, can you pick them up at nine-thirty?" 

I said, "Probably not for I have a very heavy schedule between nine and ten so the pickup would have to be earlier." 

He thought a moment and said, "How about eight-thirty? I'll see if my secretary can come in a half hour early and get them out." 

I exclaimed, "That's crowding me but I'll work it in and be here at eight-thirty sharp." 

"Ok, fine." He said. We shook hands and I left.

I started back to the motel, but I had to drive around for a while for I'd forgotten which one it was. Then I remembered the receipt I'd put in my jacket pocket. When I got into my room I was so exhausted that I just lay down on the bed, but I couldn't relax. I guess I lay there for a half hour or so. I got up and went outside I noticed they had a restaurant and a bar. I went into the restaurant and ordered coffee. It was brought to me in a bit of a sloppy way. It appears as though the waitress either didn't care or had some guy on her mind. I took a drink of the coffee and it tasted like Missouri river mud. I took another swallow. It tasted just as bad so I left it and went to the cashier to pay for it. 

As I was taking change out of my pocket I commented, "That is the worst coffee I've ever tasted." 

I went to the bar and ordered bourbon on the rocks, and sat there nursing it.

Pretty soon I felt a presence near me and a female voice said, "Buy me a drink?" 

I looked up and saw a female, not too shabby to look at, getting on a stool next to me. 

I said, "Why should I buy you drink?" 

The voice came back at me, "You looked lonely and I thought you might like some company." 

I retorted, "If you are anything like my wife you've fucked more than one man and probably have a disease. Besides I don't pay for pussy." 

She replied, "Who said anything about paying for it. I'd be happy for a meal and a bed for the night." 

"OK", I said. "I've two beds in my motel and there's a restaurant next door. Let's go."

So we went to the restaurant, with the terrible coffee, and ordered some food. I let her order what she wanted and I noticed she was conservative and didn't order the most expensive nor did she order a large amount. Even the coffee was better. After we'd finished eating I led the way back to my motel room. I indicated one of the beds and told her to shower and go to bed. She showered and crawled into one of the beds. Then I showered and crawled in the other one.

She rose up on one elbow, looked over at me and asked, "Aren't we going to sleep in the same bed?" 

I retorted, "Little missy after what I've been through for the past six months and spending this past weekend watching my wife gangbanged by five of my so called friends I'm in no mood for sex." With that she turned over and I went to sleep.

When I awoke the next morning it was later than I expected, looked around and she was gone. When she left I do not know, but I had a hunch so I got up and looked in my bill fold. I normally do not carry much cash with me, relying on either my debit card or one of my credit cards. Sure enough the five and a couple of ones were missing. So I guess I did pay for pussy after all.

I washed my face to get the sleep out of it, shaved, dressed and at precisely eight-thirty I was at the attorney's office and picked up the divorce papers. I was waiting at the bank when they unlocked the doors. I talked to the bank president, since I'd been a customer of theirs for many years, and explained the situation to him. I cancelled all Angie's credit cards and drew all the money out and closed the account. I fully intended to open an account in another bank, but since this is a community property state I decided not to and keep the money until after the divorce. I'd have to hide it somewhere and just tell everyone I'd spent it or gambled it away.

I made one last stop at a real estate agent and put the house on the market with instructions that it was not to be sold at not less than fair market value, and the proceed were to be divided 50-50. This way neither one of us could "sell" the house at a ridiculously low price, and then after the divorce buy it back.

Then I delivered the envelopes to the five wives by dropping them in their individual door mail slots. In Beth Arlington's envelope I had inserted a note, along with the pictures I took, telling her to get a physical for V.D. and pictures of Jim and his four other women, along with a copy of the report from the private detective I'd hired. All the other wives received just the pictures.

I got to my office just before ten A.M. and went directly to Bob Harrington's, my boss, office. I laid the envelope, with the pictures and my letter of resignation, on his desk and asked him not to open it until I said so. He agreed. Then I went back to my office. It was just on ten A.M.

My secretary, her name is actually Jane Walton, told me I had several calls from Angie. But since she didn't know what was going on or where I was she could only say I had not yet arrived. I told her that the next time Angie called to just tell her that I had just arrived but was not taking any calls from her.

Knowing Angie she would show up in person and demand to see me. So I instructed Jane that when Angie arrived to show her into my office, follow her in and remain there as long as she was in my office.

Shortly after that the phone rang and Jane answered. I could hear voices but could not distinguish words clearly, but I assumed it was Angie. I looked at my watch. True to my prediction Angie arrived about ten minutes later and demanded to see me. 

Jane got to her feet and walked over to my door and opened it allowing Angie to enter. She stormed in with Jane right behind her. She placed her hands on my desk and leaned over in a very domineering and authoritative manner, trying to make me look submissive, or cuckolded, and demanded, "What the hell is going on here? What do you think you're doing?" I gestured toward a chair indicating for her to sit down. She sat.

I politely, slowly, and deliberately took the manila envelope prepared for her out of the center drawer of my desk and shoved it in front of her. She looked at me rather dumbfounded. The envelope was bulky so she knew it had several items in it.

When she pulled the contents out the pictures of the weekend were on top and she got a good look at herself and the guys. I had the pictures of her and Jim Arlington on top. 

She looked over at me with a stunned expression on her face and said, "You took pictures during the weekend? When? How? No one saw you taking pictures except those of the two B.B.Q.s and outside the cabin?"

At this point I picked up the phone and punched the key for my boss's office. He picked right up. 

I said, "Bob you can go ahead and open that envelope now." 

"Ok", he said. I hung up.

I turned back to Angie, took out the pictures of Jim and his four other women. 

I handed her the one of her and Jim and said, "I received this anonymously just over six months ago and got suspicious." 

Then I handed her the other four, that I also got anonymously, one by one and when I got to a certain one I said, "This 'lady' has been busted for prostitution a number of times and been in to a doctor at least three times for v.d.

"Here is a report from a private investigator I hired to check on your activities with Jim Arlington. It appears that Mr. Arlington is a poon hound and has been cheating on his wife, Beth, for a very long time. Now, I have no documentation of him ever having treatment for v.d. but he could be a carrier, and you have been having unprotected sex with him for at least six months.

"Did you ever wonder why I suddenly started wearing a condom during our sexual encounters?" 

I didn't refer to it as love making. Just sex. 

Angie was stunned, stupefied, dumbfounded and humbled. She stammered, "David, - daring, I can explain."

I yelled, "Explain! – Explain! How can you explain your breaking your marriage vow to 'forsake all others in favor of your husband'?

"How can you explain sneaking around, meeting and having sex with that cock hound? Not to mention the prenuptial agreement we signed before our marriage." 

With this I reached over, spread the photos and papers out in front of her and pulled out the prenuptial and laid it on top of the pile.

She bowed her head submissively then humbly and quietly asked, "What do you want me to do?"

I came back, "I want you to go pack whatever you are entitled to by the prenuptial agreement and get out of MY house." 

I emphasized the word MY. 

"I want you completely out of MY house today. If you can't haul it all at once perhaps you can get that fuck head to haul it for you. That is if he is still capable of moving when Beth gets done with him. Or maybe you have another fuck hidden somewhere. Now, get out of my office." 

Angie slowly got to her feet and started for the door, I stopped her, gathered up the photos and papers, shoved them back in the envelope and handed it to her stating, "Better take these with you. Your lawyer may want them. Or you can keep them for a souvenir." She took them and walked out the door. My secretary went back to her desk.  I didn't know what transpired with the five guys. I assumed they had lunch together, as usual, and reminisced and relived the weekend.

I was exhausted after the meeting with Angie so I told Jane I was leaving for the rest of the day. I drove around for a while and wound up in Central Park. I stopped, got out of the car and started walking. I just walked. Thinking of nothing in particular. Not even of Angie. Letting my mind clear. The air smelled fresh and I acted as though I hadn't a care in the world.

Time passed rapidly and before I really knew it, it was five P.M. I wasn't really ready to go home and I discovered I was a bit hungry. I drove to a McDonalds, had a hamburger meal then drove back to my motel. I wasn't ready to face the house yet. When I got to my room I took out my cell phone and discovered I hadn't turned it on from when I turned it off for the meeting with Angie. I turned it on.

I found I had five messages. Two were from Angie begging me to reconsider. No apologies, no 'I'm sorry'. Just for me to reconsider. I erased them. 

One from Bob Harrington, my boss, wanting to know what I suggest he do about the situation. I'd have to think on that one. 

The last two were just telemarketing nuisance calls. I erased them.

I lay down on the bed and stretched out letting my mind go blank or numb, closed my eyes and just rested. I dozed. When I opened my eyes again an hour had passed. I dialed Bob Harrington's home number. It rang three or four times and a female voice answered. "Hi Marsha, this is David Pershing. Is Bob around? Is he available? Can I speak to him?"

She answered back, "Hi David. Yes he is here and does desire to speak with you, just a minute." 

A few seconds passed and Bob's voice said, "Hello David." 

I spoke, "I'm returning your last call to me. In answer to your question as to what should be done to or with the five is not a decision I can make for I'm not in a high enough position to have authority. Plus, if you do anything too harsh they can retaliate and say the firm is interfering in their private lives. And it would be so. All I can do is make known my feelings and make a suggestion.

"My feelings: Angie and the men involved did an act that affected the lives of six families or at least twelve people. I've dealt very severely with Angie. I feel the men should be castrated, then hung up in the lunch room with their testicles worn as a boutonniere. 

"My suggestion is: Let's see what the wives do. I think their form of punishment will be more severe and memorable than anything you or I can do. The most you can do is discharge them for indecent or inappropriate behavior. And, as I said before, that is interfering in their private affairs."

"OK" Bob said, "I'll take that under advisement and make my decision accordingly. Now, about your resignation. There are two openings coming up with the firm. One is in Chicago and the other in Tampa, Florida. They are both equal and pay the same. It would be a good promotion for you. Will you reconsider and withdraw your letter of resignation?"

I replied, "I will reconsider on one condition. That is that none of the five men nor their wives, nor my soon to be ex knows about it nor can they even find out about it. On that condition I will give it some very serious thought and let you know in a day or so." 

"Fine", Bob said, "Ill expect a call from you in a few days. Goodbye."

When I got to my office the next morning, I noticed that Jane, my secretary, was very quiet and forlorn. "What's the matter" I asked. 

"Haven't you heard?" She answered, "It appears that when Jim Arlington arrived home from work last evening his wife Beth was waiting at the door for him, as usual. Only this time she had a very large cast iron skillet in her hand.

"When he came through the door she swung that thing like a baseball bat, hitting him with the flat bottom, smashing his nose over his face and breaking his cheek bones. Then as the momentum of the swing carried her around, she swung again like an upper cut, shattering his jawbone. He passed out and she called the police. Not 911, but the police. He was taken to the emergency room at the hospital and, I guess, had extensive bone reconstruction surgery.

"This morning Beth was sitting by his bed when he woke up with his head in bandages and his eyes swollen shut. She couldn't show him the pictures she had but she described them to him, and told him she was getting a divorce. And from the sound of things, she retained the same lawyer you did."

"That's ironic." I said.

"Not only that, I got word that when Ray Dalton arrived home he was met with a 410 gauge shotgun blast. It seems that Marion tried to take his genitals off, but aimed too low. The shot just missed them, but did give him a very serious vasectomy. He will never have children.

When he woke up this morning she was sitting by his bed. She showed him the photos and informed him that she was pregnant and of her decision to get an abortion and a divorce. I haven't heard about Bud Dalton, Brad Dubrinski or Jason Remske. I assume the results will be basically the same." 

"Thank you, Jane." I went into my office and phoned Bob Harrington. When he answered I identified myself and informed him I had considered his offer. I chose Florida.

 A month and a half later I phoned my lawyer and asked how the divorce was proceeding. He informed me that it was going well and that Angie had not contested it in any way, and that the house had been sold. Now all I have to do was wait for the closing and my share of the proceeds of the sale.

 He also informed me that Jim Arlington and Angie had moved in together. And that she came home from work one day and caught him and another woman in bed. That's not all. She discovered she had a very serious STD that will take some special medication to treat. (I bet that will be expensive. Serves her right.)

The other three guys are separated from their wives pending the girl's final decision as whether or not to divorce them.

I'm in the process of moving to Florida and staring a new life. 



Uninvited



Ben surfaced slowly from sleep, savoring every moment of the sluggish, dreamy warmth in his head as shifted position slightly. He knew he was losing the moment, his brain gradually shifting gears to wakefulness, but there was just something so wonderful about waking up without an alarm that he wanted to make it last. His eyes slowly opened...

...and took in the woman next to him.

Ben closed his eyes again, very tightly, just for a moment. Then he opened them again. The woman was still there, huddled under the covers, snoring in a just-barely-audible tone.

Some men might have been used to waking up next to strange women, but Ben knew that they at least had a few prerequisite conditions they met before it happened. Ben hadn't left the house all night, he didn't drink, and nobody had been throwing any parties in his apartment. No guests or visitors, no practical jokers, so who was she?

Ben pulled back the covers a little and just stared at the woman for a long moment. She was naked--at least, what he could see of her was naked. He didn't want to disturb her just yet, at least not until he could greet her without an awkward lack of recollection as to exactly how they'd wound up in the same bed together.

She was beautiful, as well. Sleep lent her features a child-like innocence, and her slim, boyish figure helped complete the illusion. For a moment, he wondered if some runaway teenager had slipped into his house looking for a place to spend the night, but then she shifted just a little in her sleep, and her short blonde hair fell away from her ears. They tapered up to tiny points.

It was a dream. It had to be a dream. He'd been writing too much for too long, shunning his friends and ignoring his family, and now he was having crazy, vivid dreams. That was it. That was the only answer. He'd prove it. He reached out to touch the girl, knowing she'd have the insubstantial, unreal touch of a dream-figure.

Her shoulder was warm under his hand. She smiled in her sleep and wriggled up closer to him. Ben took his hand away gently, not wanting to wake her.

No dream. But how--when--why-- Ben stilled his brain. No point in sounding like an old-school newspaper editor. This whole thing seemed crazy, but Ben hoped that by gathering his thoughts and back-tracking, he might remember.

She hadn't been here when he'd gotten home from work, that was a near-certainty. The door was locked, and the...elf? Fairy? Vulcan? She probably didn't have a key. Maybe she could magic her way inside, walk through solid doors, but...Occam's Razor. 'The simplest solution is usually the correct one.' Assume he came home to an empty apartment.

Lord knows, he'd made enough of a habit of that over the last few years. Ever since Annie had died, he just hadn't really made the effort to socialize. His friends had been a lifeline, keeping him together during those first few terrible months when it seemed like his whole world had shattered, but he'd known deep in his bones that there'd never be anyone to replace Annie. He just wasn't the dating type. If she hadn't sought out the quiet, bookish young man with the notebook he kept scribbling into during class and asked him what he was writing, Ben knew he'd never have found anyone at all. It was cold comfort, now that Annie was gone, but he knew that brief as it was, it was better than nothing and it would never have been long enough.

He shook himself out of his reverie and continued reconstructing the night's events. He'd been grocery shopping, so his hands were full when he came in, but he'd just moved away from the door long enough to set the bag down on the counter before he turned back to close it. That had to have been when she came in. He'd closed it, locked it, put up the chain. He hadn't opened the door since then, all the windows were shut and he was on the third floor even if they weren't. She must have slipped in during that split-second his back was turned.

He thought back to the mundane matters of his nightly routine, checking his voicemail--his sister had called again, worrying. She said he was "becoming a recluse." Probably true, but not in the way his sister was thinking. Ben admitted he had a tendency towards solitude, even one that had worsened when Annie died. But in general, he made a conscious effort to fight that tendency. Dinner with his friends every week, visit to his sister every month. He didn't skip those often, because he knew that every time he did, it would make it easier to skip it the next time, and the next, until soon he'd forget how to be human at all. Annie wouldn't want that.

But when he was working on a project, he suspended the rules just a little, and the last few weeks, he'd been writing heavily. Ben stifled a laugh, not wanting to wake the woman sleeping next to him. It sounded like alcoholism when he put it that way. In a sense, it was. Annie had once joked about him "writing to survive", but they both knew she hadn't been joking. Ben wrote because if he didn't get the words down on paper, they crowded out his thoughts and made his life a misery of constant distraction. Every session in front of the computer screen helped get the words out of his head where they were frozen, pinned down, not subject to the vagaries of thought and memory.

When he'd come home from work last night, it was with words filling his head as he drove. He remembered turning on the stove impatiently, wanting to toss a pork chop on and eat quickly so that he could get to writing. His thoughts kept drifting over to the work in progress as he rummaged around in the fridge for some vegetables to go with the meal. He never felt like he could write fast enough, get enough words down on paper in each session in front of the computer. He couldn't keep pace with his own imagination, that was the problem.

Well, that, and the fact that he'd accidentally cooked both pork chops. Just further evidence of his distraction, Ben supposed. Tossing one pork chop into the skillet was deliberate; glancing down and seeing two simmering gently in the pan was evidence of a mental lapse. It wasn't a big deal, or anything. The second chop would reheat fine. (Crap. No, it wouldn't. He'd never put it away. It was probably still sitting there in the pan.) Just one more example of absent-mindedness brought on by the need to write. He'd decided he really needed to finish eating and get some of this down on paper before he went nuts.

The writing hadn't gone badly, despite weird computer glitches that occasionally got on his nerves. The thoughts had seemed to flow well, even though he wouldn't really know until he sat down to revise it. He remembered occasionally getting up for a soda, a break, a chance to stretch his legs. He hadn't seen any strange woman during all that. Where had she been hiding? In the bedroom? Under the bed, perhaps? She was slim enough to fit. In the closet? It wouldn't have been hard to hide in there, either.

Which meant she'd probably seen him...Ben blushed a little as the woman stirred in her sleep, rolling over just enough to expose her left breast. Wait. That had happened later. Go through step by step.

He thought back to the writing again, the strange and annoying behavior of his PC. He still couldn't figure it out. Every time he'd taken one of those little breaks, when he sat down, the computer had jumped to a different page of the document. Didn't matter how long he was away, whether he was just running to the bathroom or drinking a soda or washing dishes, he'd get back and it wasn't where he'd left it. Never happened while he was sitting there.

Hang on. Occam's Razor, Ben told himself again. There'd been another person in the apartment. He knew that now. She must have been in the study with him while he was writing. That would fit the facts--it'd explain why he never saw her when he left the study, it'd explain why his computer did funny things when he wasn't in the room...she must have been reading what he'd been writing.

Which meant that she hadn't seen him in his room after all. Ben breathed a little sigh of relief. Not that there was anything too shameful about it. He'd been a little wound up after writing, and decided to masturbate. He had urges, the same as any man, and he'd gotten all too used to the idea that if he didn't relieve them, nobody else would. So he'd put in a videotape, fast-forwarded to a scene he liked, and...

Ben smiled faintly at the memory. It had felt good. Better than usual, in fact. He'd been pumping up and down on the shaft of his cock, but it had been like fingers rubbing his whole body. His skin had felt sensitized, electric with pleasure in a way it hadn't in years, and Ben remembered his nipples tingling and stiffening like an imaginary tongue was running over them, remembered his balls seeming heavy and full and tickling with pleasure. He'd drawn out the pleasure, let it build and ebb for what seemed like ages before finally coming onto his hand. It had felt...

A little memory clicked into place, a stray thought that had been nagging for his attention for several minutes now, and all thoughts of the end of the night were forgotten. He'd taken a break from writing to wash the dishes. He'd washed the plate, the glass, and most particularly the pan. He remembered, because the grease was always tough to get off and every time he washed it, he kept thinking that the Teflon was almost completely scraped off and it was time to get a new one. He had most definitely washed that pan, and that pork chop wasn't in it.

It wasn't in the pan, it wasn't on the plate, he hadn't put it away, and he hadn't eaten it. The pork chop vanishes, to mangle Hitchcock. Time to abandon Occam and take up company with Sherlock Holmes. 'Once you have eliminated the impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.' Ben looked down at the girl and her tiny pointed ears again. Perhaps Douglas Adams would be better. 'I, however, do not like to eliminate the impossible.'

Suppose that this girl, this strange fairy girl who was this very moment lying in his bed sleeping like a baby, had some power. Suppose that she could be...not invisible, there were too many laws of physics that broke and too many ways that she would still have been spotted. Suppose that she could affect people's minds, make them fail to notice her. Like the Shadow. She could cloud the minds of men (and probably women too, wouldn't be much use otherwise), and even if she was standing two feet away from Ben gnawing on a pork chop, even if she was in the same room with Ben reading his unfinished novel whenever he stepped out of the room, even if she was in bed with him...he blushed again...licking his nipples and fondling his balls while he stroked himself, he wouldn't notice her. He'd be convinced he was all alone.

And now she was asleep, he realized as the final piece of the puzzle clicked into place. Her ability must be a conscious one. When she fell asleep, whatever hold she had on his brain relaxed and he noticed her. Yes, a very sensible theory for a very unusual situation. Only one way to test it, though.

He gave her shoulder a tiny shake and said, "Time to wake up."

Her blue eyes opened dreamily, still a little glassy with sleep. She smiled a tiny smile, so beautiful to behold, as she looked at him. She let out a little sigh...and then her eyes opened all the way with an expression of panic, and she disappeared.

"Wait!" he said, leaping out of bed. "Wait, don't be afraid! I'm not going to...I won't hurt you or anything! I promise! I just...Who are you? Why did you come into my house?"

He was racing through the apartment now, trying desperately to figure out where she might have gone. All the while, talking, knowing she could hear him even if he couldn't see her. "I know you're in here!" he said. He didn't, though. Not anywhere specific. He looked in the study, in the kitchen, but he already knew that looking wouldn't do any good. He'd never see her, not even if she was right next to him.

"Please, don't go. I want to know..." Ben wanted to know who she was, where she'd come from, why she'd chosen to visit him, why she'd decided to stay the night, whether she liked the book. He wanted to know everything, but he could already feel the thoughts fading from his mind. It was getting harder to remember her with every passing moment, and he realized that even the memory of her was fading into that blindspot in the back of his head now. "Please, just...just don't leave yet," he said plaintively, not sure if he was speaking to the woman or her memory in his mind. He tried to fix her image, but it just slipped away further and further as he concentrated on it. He clung to one detail for as long as he could, the color of her eyes. They were...were...brown? Green? "I just...I just want to talk..." He trailed off.

He looked around the living room. Strange dream, really. Funny how vivid it seemed. That was always the way of dreams you got just before waking, though. You were just awake enough that it seemed to make sense to leap out of bed and run through the apartment shouting for an imaginary woman. Ben rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and went to grab a shower.

Once he'd showered and dressed, he headed for the study. Might as well start the day with a little writing, and--he sighed in frustration. Had he really left the chain off and the door unlocked all night? Lucky no burglar had come calling. He locked the door and slipped the chain on, and went over to his computer. Sitting down, he turned the monitor on.

There was a document open on the screen. Ben squinted at it; had he written this, sometime in that last weird dream? He must have. Something he'd probably thought at the time would go well in his novel, a message from an Elven Princess. It didn't make any sense in the waking hours, though.

*****

Dear Benjamin,

Thank you for your generous hospitality. I know I should never have let you see me, but I had stayed so late, and your bed was so soft and warm and welcoming that sleep overtook me, and our glamour does not work when we are not awake to cast it. You were kind to me at a moment when I was vulnerable, though, and I shall never forget it.

I hope you forgive me the intrusion--my family tells me I take too great an interest in the human folk, but your eyes told such stories. I had to follow you home and find out what they were. (The novel is lovely, by the way. There's a typo on page 127, though. You spelled "judgment" as "judgement." Don't feel bad. It's a common mistake.)

I expect to be punished when I return home--out all night following humans, and falling asleep in one's house to boot. It may be many weeks before I can return. But I promise I will. I need to know what happens next in your novel--and to the man writing it. And although trust does not come easily to my people, you have shown yourself to be such a gentle soul. Perhaps next time, I will let you see me as I see you.

Sincerely,

Liora

*****

Definitely not going to go into the novel, Ben thought. Still, some impulse prompted him to save it before closing it. There was an oddly sweet tone to it, something at once melancholy and cheering. Between that and the dream, Ben felt quite happy this morning as he opened up his novel and began to write.

THE END



Uninvited but Welcome



"I'm not exactly the marrying kind," Professor Hudson said, pouring two fingers of whisky into each glass before replacing the decanter on the bar. He turned and offered a glass to Paul, this semester's teaching assistant. The boy, flanked on either side by neat stacks of term papers, accepted the glass with the deference owed to such a rare luxury. The Professor was often giving him little treats, making him feel welcome, trusting him to grade essays and homework while allowing him to stay in the spare bedroom.

"Have you been with a lot of women?" Paul asked. 

Professor Hudson smiled. "My fair share. Why do you ask?" He lit a cigarette and let it linger on his lips before inhaling. He let his gaze drift down Paul's body, to the growing bulge in the boy's trousers. 

"You just seem... really experienced. Like I could talk to you about sex stuff without it being uncomfortable."

An opportunity presented itself. Professor Hudson strode over to the desk and stood next to it. His pelvis was eye-level with Paul's face. He looked down at Paul, who broke eye contact to stare longingly at his crotch. 

"Paul." 

The boy looked up. 

"Do I make you uncomfortable?"

Paul bit his lower lip and slipped his fingers into Hudson's belt line, unbuckling the leather and unbuttoning his fly. 

"No," uttered the boy as he grabbed the professor's hard bulge through the fabric of his boxer shorts. The older man took a satisfied drag off his cigarette, having known all along that eventually it would come to this.

There was a knock on the door. 

Paul jumped up to answer it while Professor Hudson stuffed his shirt back into his pants and buttoned up. On the doorstep stood Mona, Paul's girlfriend. Buxom and brunette, she strutted into the foyer uninvited but welcome. She set her purse on the coffee table and spat her gum into a wastepaper basket. 

"How's it hanging, fellas?" she asked with a flirting grin. 

"Don't you have bible study on Wednesdays?" Professor Hudson asked.

"Skipped it," Mona said, batting her eyelashes. "A little birdy told me somebody was going to be making a move tonight and I didn't want to miss it." 

The professor's jaw dropped, Paul played it cool. 

"I was gonna talk to you afterwards, sugar, but... she can stay right?"

"Yeah Professor, I can stay... right? I just want to watch... Learn." Her nipples visibly stiffened under her angora sweater as she took Paul's hand in hers, maintaining eye contact with the professor and biting her lower lip. "There's no harm in a woman getting an education, is there?" 

Professor Hudson smiled. He was no one to stand in the way of progress. 

"Come into the study," he said, and led the excited young bunnies to their lesson. 

Paul removed his shirt and pants, his swimmer's body golden in the glow of the desk lamp. He wore no underwear. Professor Hudson was transfixed by the beauty of the youth. Mona approached him and began untying the knot of his bow tie, and took his chin in her hand. 

"Sir?"

"Mm?"

"Is it alright if I make myself a drink?" 

"By all means," Hudson said, unbuttoning his shirt, watching Paul stroke himself. They shared a moment, excited and unspoken. This would be Paul's first time with a man. In a way, Mona knew more than he did. 

The clinking of glass. The unzipping of a skirt. The rustling of doffed trousers. "A Summer Place" on the turntable. The clunk of high heels hitting the floor. 

Mona, with gin on her breath and her body covered by little more than a pink lace brassiere and panties, stood barefoot and small between the two men. She placed hands on both of their waists and encouraged them to stand a little closer. Her breasts brushed their ribcages and their penises stood at attention.

"It's okay, I'll get you started." she whispered. 

"Give me a kiss, baby," Paul said. Mona's lips met his as she stepped between him and the professor. She arched her back and pressed her bottom against Professor Hudson's erect member. It rubbed against her drawers, a bit of precum dripping on the silk. Paul's tongue waggled in her mouth as she enjoyed the feeling of being sandwiched. She reached back and adjusted the Professor's cock to push between her thighs, and allowed him to feel how wet she was, while still focusing on her boyfriend. Hudson placed his hands on her plump ass and squeezed. 

Paul began to kiss down her neck to her breasts. She turned so Hudson could do the same. She reveled in four hands on her body, a cock in each hand, a mouth on each breast. She pushed their faces together, and felt the men begin to kiss. 

Mona grabbed some throw pillows from the chaise and tossed them onto the floor, and then led Paul to get onto his knees. She sat on the chaise with the professor, looking down at her boyfriend while stroking the older man's length. Paul didn't take his eyes off of the bobbing mushroom tip. 

"Do you want your cock sucked, sir?" she murmured.

"Teach him how," Hudson replied. 

Mona dropped next to Paul and sweetly said "Watch me." She licked her palm and used the spit to lubricate the long dick in her hand. She wrapped her fingers gently and firmly, and began to tug at his cock. Paul knew all about jerking off, but there was an artful way to Mona's precision here. She never brought her hand all the way to the head, instead conjuring up an excess of spit and drizzling it with her tongue all over the fat tip. Once it gleamed in the light from wetness, she took it into her mouth and sucked, using her lip to protect the flesh from her slight overbite and her tongue to guard against her bottom teeth. 

She quickly found a groove, sliding her head back and forth, fucking the cock with her mouth, at the same time getting fucked in the mouth. It was impossible to tell who was in control. They both clearly knew what they were doing. 

"Now you try," she said, slurping and directing Paul to climb up and put his head in Professor Hudson's lap. He let a thick glob of saliva plop into his hand and wrapped his fingers around the cock. He began to slide up and down, up and down. 

"Tug my balls, son," the professor said. Paul did one better. He took the sac into his hand and began to massage and lick it. He slathered it in spit while dabbing his face with the cock. He lobbed his tongue over every scrotum wrinkle, took each testicle into his mouth and sucked it individually before attempting and failing to consume the entire sac. The older man groaned and Paul knew he was doing the right thing. He began to work his anus open with the fingers of his free hand. 

Professor Hudson opened his eyes a smidgen and saw Mona sitting on the desk and frigging herself, slipping her fingers into the wet silk of her panties. It turned him on to watch her enjoying the sight of her boyfriend going to town on his cock and balls. They smiled at each other. She stopped and stood up, picking up the whisky from the desk and padding across the carpet. She handed the professor his drink, her fingers leaving smears of her pussy on the outside of the glass. He licked the translucent marks, savoring the taste before chasing it with whisky. 

Mona laid down on the chaise to watch comfortably, a perfect view to spread her legs and let the men watch her work on herself. Professor Hudson took one of her feet and planted a kiss on her toes. 

"Suck them," she said. She loved the tingly feel of his whisky tongue wrapping around her tiny tootsies, the suction not too hard, not too light, but just perfect. It sent vibrations straight to her clit, and she rocked the chaise with an approving thrust. 

The sight of his girlfriend's lovely feet in the professor's mouth was maddening to Paul. He abandoned his task and climbed on top of her. She began to giggle as he maneuvered his erection between her legs, yanking her panties to the side and stuffing his jealous young cock into her. 

"Aw, you wanna to get fucked, baby?" Mona chuckled. "You wanna get fucked?" 

"Uh huh," Paul muffled his moans by burying his face into the crook of Mona's shoulder, pumping his cock into her slick pussy, the panties adding an additional, pleasurable sensation. 

"Tell us how much you want to get fucked, Paul," Professor Hudson said, shifting his weight and getting on his knees. 

"I want to be fucked, I want to be fucked," Paul moaned, giving Mona the long stroke and arching his ass. 

"Say it again, baby, tell us again," Mona purred. 

"I want to be fucked, please fuck me, just fuck me," Paul said through gritted teeth, feeling the professor's cock pressing against his opening. Every thrust brought it closer, pushed his tight little hole open, drove him wild. Soon enough the whole head of the Professor's fat mushroom cock was gobbled up by Paul's hungry asshole. He rocked back, pushing it deeper along the shaft, loving every second of it, his rod as stiff as a horse's leg as he slammed Mona's dripping rose bud. 

She groaned in delight, feeling the weight of the two men on top of her. When the throes came, it was like the wave. First the Professor began to clench his hands and thrust harder, and then Paul sank his teeth into Mona's clavicle, and she tore the chaise with her fingernails. The Professor howled, Paul's scream was muffled by Mona's skin, and Mona emitted an unearthly sound. The chaise collapsed.



Uninvited Dick



"No, Tom. Please stop it!! I don't want to have sex with you tonight."

It didn't matter, however. Tom had come home drunk like every other night and was pressing me against the wall of our bedroom, forcing his rough dry fingers inside me. I had just started to get ready for bed and had my black silk robe open to the warm night air. My matching panties and bra were a delicate selection from Victoria's secret and they were doing a poor job at keeping the secrets hidden.

I had started to light the candles in the room minutes before, just having turned off the light when my drunken husband burst in. He was a mess as usual and I had fallen out of love with him several months before because of his nasty drinking habit. Upon stumbling in, he had caught me from behind by my wrists.

"You fuckin' whore. Let me see what's under that robe." Tom had pressed his full body weight against me and had me smothered against the wall. His rancid breath wisping down my neck caused an illusory vile taste to come into my mouth.

Unfortunately, despite my laments I knew the procedure well: Tom would disregard me and proceed to force himself onto me as he did every night. He grabbed my lock of brunette hair and used his rough right hand to trace down my tummy and into my lace guard. Slipping his fingers past the waistband, he found my bald entrance. Without prelude or finesse, he began plunging his middle finger inside me. All the while, he continued controlling me through the lock of hair: he would pull me back off of the wall and slam me back against it causing his finger to maliciously pound inside of my pussy. With every violent thrust of his, I would grimace waiting on the finger to invade me further.

I held my head back with silent tears streaming down my face as I waited for the fingers to force my weak-spirited pussy to lube itself as he prepared to enter me. Getting his rotation down with his finger (the very rhythm he used on me when we were in college), my rebellious vagina started watering its mouth. I screamed out in frustration.

Tom took my hair and yanked my head back and slammed my head hard into the wall...As I felt blood coming down from my head, I started to feel his slithering penis enter me from behind. As I was invaded, my hips started to join in the mutiny that my pussy had signed onto and began pushing back against my husband; my ENFORCER. I started to audibly cry further as I lost the battle, yet again, against my asshole husband as he forced himself onto me and my body devoured every feeling of his penis that it could...I lost consciousness...

*********

I woke up, my chest heaving wildly in the summer night. My 36 C's were glistening with moisture from the recent nightmare and redevelopment of one of my many assaults by my ex-husband. My hands were shaking incessantly and my knuckles were white with the grip I held over the satin sheets. I looked to the side to see my husband, Michael, sleeping as peacefully as ever.

He was such a sweetheart to me. In the past, during times that I couldn't deal with my forceful dominating husband, Tom, Michael would always cheer me up the next day at work. He was never forceful and would always take me out to watch the inner city's fountain pools over lunch. Although he was never my type, being a bit passive-aggressive and timid sometimes, his cordial and nice manner had been a safe haven to that of my abusive relationship with Tom.

This nightmare hadn't been the first, or probably the last, of my onslaught of night terrors replaying the incidents where Tom had come home drunk and forced me to endure his penis. I hated myself for always falling victim to the way he had man-handled me. I never once called the cops on him and it was all because of the same reason: I didn't feel an assault case would go well when I had cum on myself repeatedly from the violent behavior.

Tears began to come out of my eyes as I looked at Michael. How could a person so nice and genuine end up with a nut case such as myself? I eyed Michael pensively: he had a buff toned body, long fluid hair, and gentleness about his face. He was the perfect juxtaposition to my ex. Tom was slim and in shape, with a cropped cut and an inherit angriness/grimace about his mouth.

Finally releasing the covers within my hand, I began the all-too-familiar search for the recesses below my waist. As I traced my nimble and lithe fingers down my body I already knew what to expect: My fingers came upon a trail that disgusted me to the very core. My pussy lips were inflamed and there was residue of a creamy texture that made me want to vomit. Tom had won again. Even though I was divorced from him and away from his misogynistic brutal behavior, he was still fucking me mentally and forcing my pussy to do his bidding. I took my hand and grabbed at the wetness, determined to wipe it all off and rub it on the sheets. I had a disobedient sadistic pussy who, even with being betrayed and invaded, decided to moisten itself just to get another dose of thick maniacal dick...

******

I couldn't be the victim anymore. It was time for a change. I had stealthily gotten out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. I wiped my tears, determined to never cry again from what Tom had done. I abandoned my "motherly" blandness of no make-up and got to fumbling with darkness. I began to don myself in dark accentuates: eyeliner and lipstick. I stared into the mirror, decidedly choosing to erase the old me. My right hand shook as I finished lining my full lips with the M.A.C lipstick. For this occasion, I needed the make-up to be as thick as my resolve...

With my sexy black robe still gracing my shoulders (the same one that Tom enjoying ripping off of me to get to my tight little pussy) and my dark look upon my face, I ripped off my bra and panties. I had to strip off the old me as much as possible; but the robe had to stay...I needed memory of my attacker, my fucker, my assaulter, my/his pulsating dick....my husband (of the past).

I traced a finger up to my lips and bathed it in my warm spittle, constantly massaging it with my tongue. My finger completely subdued by my saliva, I brought it to my left breast and circled the areola with an ever-evolving trance...I had begun to tame an inner me as I learned to control my bodily responses.

I was now ready...

******

As I walked down the dark hallways of the household I felt myself feeling as another person. How could I hold back excitement? I was going to get to do what most female victims could not: Make my aggressor suffer by my own hands...

I opened the bedroom door, making sure to be smooth as to not awake the squeaky hinges. Receiving just enough moonlight from the window, I laid my eyes upon my target restfully asleep in the double-sized bed. It was what I expected...

A very thin chest, unpopulated by any hair was rising up and down. The unmistakable snarl on the face almost made me want to curse out loud. I inspected the male specimen closely as I became jealous at the peaceful sleep he was achieving while I had lain many nights awake and tortured by Tom's fucked up behavior.

I strode over to the bed, taking my gentle hands and running them through the short-cropped hair of this low-life. The name attributed to this bulk of male: Jake. I shook my head, almost apologetically. It was unfortunate that Jake had resembled Tom in so many ways. From the slim build to the short hair, all the way to the naturally inset frown upon the face; Jake, Michael's son from his first marriage, had an eerily close resemblance to Tom. Jake/Tom had to pay the price for repeatedly fucking me again and again throughout all the torturous nights. It was not okay to forcefully take my pussy and make it cum over an uninvited dick.

As I stared down at Jake, my body started to respond with demonic fervor. Excitement had finally reached me knowing that I held power, finally. I reached my right hand down to my stepson's left cheek, stroking it lovingly. After all, this was my stepson whom I loved. I traced my thumb over the lips to outline the snarl as best as I could. The shape of the natural frown pattern was exactly like Tom's. I reached into my robe finding my bald lips and tracing them. This fucker was going to pay, indeed.

I threw my head back, continuing to stroke my stepson's cheek and mouth and preparing my kitty for vengeance. I could've laughed out loud, I was so happy. I broke contact with my vaginal lips, dissolving the wetness on my fingers by rubbing them together.

I'm not very tall at all (only 5'6") so I begin to reach my leg over the bed and subsequently over the young man's frame with ease. My sheer robe flowers around Jake's knees and calves as I complete my dismount. I take a deeper look into the youth's face. A smile creeps upon my lips as I realize: I'm in control this time. No man will steal my virtue, womanhood, or pussy from me ever again. I will never be made to cum without my own consent. My pussy belongs to me and now I will use it to steal back my soul from Tom...Jake.

I begin to mentally play a song in my head...Sade -- "No Ordinary Love". That song has always held the most perfect timings for rhythm. My hips catch the beat and tempo fairly easy as I start to rotate my naked kitten on Jake's cotton boxers. I start to close my eyes; I'm so happy at being able to take control. As I suspected, the dormant cotton boxers start to grow a phallus in its midst. I keep my eyes closed...I'm waiting on the newly seeded and growing phallus to reach contact with my lathered hot box. Meanwhile, I've removed my right hand from caressing Jake's mouth to holding onto the back of his neck for support. Jake, I meant Tom, was going to pay.

As I continue my slow grinding onto the cotton-protected penis, it finally grows up into a young man and timidly knocks, begging for entrance, to my hot pussy. I finally open my eyes, wanting to see if I've awakened Jake. He's still sleep, though. Running track every evening kept him pretty tired. With my free left hand, I bring it to my mouth and spittle a nice little pool inside of my palm. All the while, I continue my rocking feeling the young penis begging for entrance to tonight's most exclusive club. My palm cradling my spit, I reach around while rising up slightly so that I can get to the open slit on the boxers.

Fumbling around for a bit, I get my hand inside of the little cave and come into contact with a smooth and very hard penis. I gasp just a bit as I rub my lubricated hand up and down the shaft. The penis is easily three or four more inches longer than Tom's. I bite into my lower lip wondering what hell demon has blessed this young man with such an appropriate-sized dick. It's not long before my long lazy strokes become possessive and manipulative. I'm soon circling the head with my thumb and still balancing my body weight by holding onto Jake's neck. The only indication from him that he's alive is his pulsating cock in my hands and his steady breathing.

As I have now remoistened my hand several times in order to slather up my young stepson's dick, I'm now satisfied that his penis can get no wetter. I gradually pull the penis out of its hidden slot and bring it out into the night air. I lick my lips as I realize what I'm about to do: Steal from Jake what my ex-husband stole from me...innocence, purity, and wild sexual abandon. I rise up more slightly than before...I'm peering back down at Jake to make sure there's no eye fluttering or signs of awakening.   I'm now holding his fat dick in my hands by the base doing one last inspection of my prey. Jake's eyes are still closed, his breathing steady, and his dick is hard, wet, and waiting. I begin to lower myself. Slowly, oh just so slowly. The first contact of the juicy penis making its way into my lips causes me to stare down at Jake in a fashion related closely to retardation. Not only is this dick longer than Tom's, but quite thicker as well.

I'm sliding onto this massive missile not realizing the fact that I'm squeezing my poor stepson's neck harder than usual. Then I make the mistake. I whimper all too loudly while particularly digging my nails into the flesh of the neck. Jake opens his eyes...

"Wh- what's going on Sam?" There's nothing but pure fright on the boy's face. Unfortunately, it's too late.

******

Sam has long since adjusted her eyes to the darkness and is staring Jake down right through his pupils. Her grip hasn't released itself from his neck and she is more than halfway down the shaft of the penis. A crazy look has befriended her features and she's moved her left hand back to matters such as groping her own right breast.

"What are you doing?!?" Jake's voice is a hushed whisper as the intensity of the situation comes running to his attention: his father's wife on top of him riding his dick.

"Shut up, Tom! Don't you like it???" Sam having reached the fullness of the penis inside of her starts moving her body side to side to feel the head knock against her walls.

"What are you talking about? Why are you calling me Tom?" Jake has a bewildered look on his face and starts to struggle a bit under Sam's body weight.

"What's the matter, Tom? You've fucked and controlled me for years making my pussy cum involuntarily!!! It's my turn now!!!" Sam takes her right hand that previously cradled Jake's neck and starts to slightly choke him with it. Her side to side rhythm becomes a full rotation as her eyes seem to lose their sanity.

"Take it damn it. Just take it god damn it." Sam is holding Jake's neck and riding him in a clock-wise motion, starting to break down crying as she's doing so. Her head droops as she continues fucking the dumb-founded boy. The sobs coming from her frighten and scare him at the same time.

"Sam, I think you're confused. I'm not your ex-husband. Let me help you." Jake begins to reach for Sam's wrists to gain control of her.

Sam releases her grip from Jake's neck and pulls back before slapping him as hard as she can in his face.

"Don't fucking touch me, you fucking bastard!!!" Sam places her hand back around Jake's throat and starts to ride him harder. Her movements are so fast that the cum has started to foam around her lips. Jake's face is completely turned to the right from the impact and he's remaining silent.

Sam starts rising up almost completely off of his dick and thrashing her body back down in order to feel the full impact of his penis inside her walls. She starts mumbling nonsense.

"You fucking bastard...you fucking shit...you took my pussy from me...why did you force me to love it???!!" Sam started crying even more. The more she cried, the harder she rode Jake.

Jake didn't know what to do. His stepmom was fucking him in his dad's house without a condom and she was refusing to stop. He tried to calm himself but completely lost focus when he was slapped by her. Her riding movements had taken control of his penis and he found himself thrusting up to meet her moist vaginal walls every other moment. He couldn't betray his father like this.

Sam put her head next to Jake's and eyed him while asking him a question.

"Why did you fuck me all those nights?" Sam sobbed uncontrollably while resting her forehead on Jake's.

"Sam you have to believe me. I'm Jake, Michael's son, not Tom."

"YOU'RE A FUCKING LIAR!!!" Sam pulled her head back from Jake's and stared into his eyes as she begin to roughly grind her pussy back and forth over Jake's dick and into his pubic area. The friction killed them both but her pussy was being touched so much by his dick that Sam didn't care.

"You're fucking crazy!!!" Jake stared at Sam with a bewildered look. His dick was feeling all types of sensations and all of them lead to him wanting to cum.

Sam started laughing in between sobs and only grinding harder until she took one particular moment to tease Jake/Tom.

"You're not a fucking real man. You have to forcefully take your pussy you fucking weakling." She laughed out loud and kept slamming her overly-sensitive pussy over this massive dick.

Jake had enough. He grabbed both of her wrists; the one on his neck and the one that was still fondling her breast. He paused for a moment as her riding movements almost made him cum.

"Get off of me motherfucker!!!" Sam tried to pull her hands away but his grip was too strong. She resorted to riding faster and trying different rhythms.

In one swift movement, Jake had maneuvered Sam to the side still being inside of her and then yanked her up again to finally end with her on her back and him towering above her.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, you stupid bitch?!!??" Jake glowered down at her almost ready to smack her.

Sam had stopped her crying/laughing and was staring up at Jake.

"So what are you going to do now, Tom? Fuck my pussy even more..." Sam had her bottom lip stuck out as a little kid begging for candy.

"Sam, pay a fucking attention. I'm your stepson not your ex. I think you need therapy. I didn't fuck you nor am I Tom." Jake was breathing hard, having used up a lot of energy in flipping his stepmother over.

"You're a pussy." Sam smiled and spit up at Jake's face.

Jake lost it. He released her left wrist and smacked the front of Sam's face down on her nose. Sam kept smiling at him, still. Jake reached down to grab at her left knee and pull it to the side. He closed his eyes and asked forgiveness of the universe. With that being done, Jake opened his eyes again before plunged down towards Sam's body, piercing her vagina, yet again, and relishing how soon his dick banged against her walls.

The look on Sam's face was unrecognizable. She looked into Jake's eyes with a look of neither pleasure nor hatred. Her mouth just gaped open. Jake looked into her face.

"You bitch. You wanna do shit to keep getting fucked. Then fucking open your pussy." Jake pulled back and slammed into his stepmom again. Then again and again. Sam had started biting her lower lip again and bracing for the impact of her stepson's dick.

Jake wouldn't stop. He kept beating his stepmom with his dick and not giving her a chance to recover. She soon began sobbing.

"I'm so sorry Tom, why did I think I could take control of your dick? Why do you hold me prisoner with your dick?" Her face shook with vibration as her invasions became more violent and frequent. Her pussy started drooling all over the place like a fucking baby child.

"Shut the fuck up. You're going to get this dick now. You understand, bitch?" Jake placed a finger into her mouth forcing her to hold her gaze upon his now fiery eyes.

"Yes, I understand." Sam mumbled over his finger as she wrapped her legs around the back of Jake waiting/hoping to receive as much of his manhood as much as possible.

Her legs wrapped around him, Jake plunged in deeper and placed his lips upon his stepmom's and breathing heavily into her mouth. The feeling was starting to overwhelm him. His untrained penis wasn't able to take the contractions her vagina was milking his dick for and he felt it coming...

Jake pumped away faster and faster at his stepmother's vagina feeling the rise of cum deep within himself.

"Listen, bitch. Make sure you come here every night from now on. You're mine." Jake had placed his hand back on Sam's throat to ensure compliance.

"Yes, Tom. I'm yours forever. I'll be your pussy-slut forever. I'll never leave you again."

"You better not." Jake pumped for one last time before cumming deep inside his victim's pussy.

Sam was finally happy again. Tom had returned to fuck her unapologetically and give her the dick she wanted/needed without consent. Tom, well Jake now, was to be her new enforcer and she was ready for whatever ways he might force her to give up her womanhood. She had realized she was a slut from the beginning and needed forceful dick however she could get it.




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Sam lay there letting Jake's cum culminate in her own juices hoping Jake would take to drinking and fucking her at a moment's notice. She could finally admit that the only reason for getting with Michael was to find a younger better Tom.

Jake collapsed on top of her. Her pussy remained on fire as she thought about what type of new bitch she would be turned to...



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It has been suggested I post my fur stories in Fetishes. 

The stories in this category are most all far too cruel, rough and demeaning for my writings.

If you don't get the fur thing don't read this story or post your lame response.

This story cannot be posted elsewhere without my authorization.

Two girls with fur seduction and their future in mind leading to a different kind of life and relationships.

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I had a party this Saturday night, the first since my divorce well over a year ago. I had dated a number of times but to no avail in terms of a repeat date or anyone of interest. Just have not found any woman I care for or that loves fur in the same way as me. It's pretty obvious to anyone that I love fur since I have it all around the house as pillows, throws, spreads and, of course, I wear fur often now as well. 

My ex wife had no inclination at all to fur which I think was as much a reason for the incompatibility as anything. My Ex also had animosity to our marriage despite, or maybe because of, my business success? We married at College Graduation and I was very successful right away. I certainly did not slight her with time or attention. I'm sure there was some sound reason for her despising me in the end but she never revealed it to me. 

Love for another is so elusive at times. You think it is for sure and poof it vanishes. In hindsight I'm surprised it lasted two years and at least I'm quite young enough for a second pass at it. 

All my friends brought every available and attractive woman in town to this party I believe but none ended up in my bed last night nor even a future date. 

They all seemed to be interested in themselves and nothing else except for the one that just talked about the vicissitudes of marriage when she found out I was divorced. What a downer. Another was an avowed PETA member. I asked her to leave soon after arriving. Something like, if you have a problem with fur get the hell out! What a wasted evening.

A few were too drunk to drive home so they slept it off in the spare Bed Rooms and the Living Room. Most were gone or were about to leave when I got up. Trish, my Book Keeper and the last to leave said there were a couple of strange girls in the guest room where she had slept. She said I was in for a big surprise. 

As I went in to rouse them I found two young girls nude in the Arctic Fox fur spread embracing in their sleep. I do not recall seeing them at the party last night but I remember seeing and speaking with them at the Mall a couple of times. 

One was petite with long dark thick auburn hair looking barely a teen and the other was taller and slight to medium build with a rich natural sandy blond hair also long and very thick. The petite was pressed against the taller girl and the taller had well formed moderate sized breasts with wonderful large brown bulbous areola and fat nipples. 

The petite was sleeping with her face resting between the breasts of the taller so I couldn't see her breast clearly, her hair flowing over the tall ones breasts and face. The taller had her hand on the head and in the hair of the petite. They were obviously quite comfortable with each other and quite an erotic vision. 

The desire for what I saw was overwhelming and my cock stiffened, pulsing and I was about to cum in my pants. I was totally unprepared to deal with this situation as if one could be. It was all I could do to resist fondling them, fondling myself or getting into bed with them. 

As I turned to leave the tall girl woke and sat up in bed waking the petite, pulling the spread around her and covering her friend swallowing the two in the thick richness of the fur. 

She said "Please don't hurt us and let us stay for a while." 

I said "Of course I wouldn't hurt you and you should get up and get dressed. You need to explain what you are doing here." 

I might have sounded harsher than I intended, maybe in overcompensation for the sexual excitement I was actually feeling. What an incredible fur scene!

I went into the Kitchen to make breakfast for three. After a while they came in with furs wrapped around their still naked bodies. 

Right after my divorce I had gotten some very nice women's furs on eBay mainly because they were relatively cheap for the quality and I needed some fur in my life immediately. Since getting my custom made "male" furs and household furs I rarely use them now except for one or two. 

The Girls must have discovered them rooting around in the Guest Room Closet which is where I keep them. Since I had not cared about size in my purchases some of them more-or-less fit the girls. I use that term loosely. 

Mary, the petite, had on a short Red Fox jacket with red lining inside out with a generous full fur hood up over her head and fitting rather large on her but leaving her fully exposed from the butt down. What a delicate dark muff with sweet puffy labia you have Little Foxy Red Riding Hood. Mary was making no attempt to cover her breasts, smothering her face in the Fox hood. They were true tiny and petite tits with sweet little pink nipples being well fondled with Fox also. 

Shelly the tall had my full big sleeved large dark brown Sable coat turned inside-out draped over her shoulders leaving her marvelous breasts and beautiful large nipples fully exposed and surrounded by the Sable. 

This is my first, used, Sable that I got recently and I use it often. It was in my Bed Room closet. Shelly was obviously getting off on the very over sized Sable, fondling her breasts with the Sable and following her very hard, erect nipples projecting out like artillery projectiles as she came into the Kitchen. 

They came directly over to me, Shelly waving her gorgeous hair like a flag and embraced me between them, pressing breasts, furs and everything else against me. They catch on quickly as I was shaking and about to cum in my pants again. My hands were automatically running through their gorgeous lush hair and in their furs and bodies as they were slowly rubbing their bodies against mine. 

"We heard you are a very nice and gentle man and we are very much in need of protection and a secure place to live." They sure get to the point in a hurry. 

They are still stroking their bodies and me with the furs and beginning to run their hands into my crotch groping for my handle as they talk to me. 

They are obviously in a very sexually aroused state themselves, starting to breath quicker and heavier. Shelly has started stroking her vagina with the Sable, shaking slightly and quietly moaning as she does. I'm going out of my mind with desire, holding back cuming all over myself. We're all three about to go off like roman candles. 

This is way too erotic a situation with no questions answered.

Totally against my overwhelming desires I said "Sit and eat." 

Oh god, it's been so long since I've had a good lay, and in fur with two gorgeous young girls yet!! 

"We need to talk about this. After all I don't know who you are or if you are under age?" 

They still made no effort at modesty but never-the-less handed me an envelope with some documents in it and two Driver's Permits. 

(Shelly)"We just turned 18 and have started in College. We have been planning this for a long time. Mary and I have been close friends since we were very small and had clung to each other for protection since our Mothers nor anyone else would protect us from our Fathers and the Priest's sexual advances. We grew dependent on each other and love each other. It isn't that we don't like boys but they have wanted to screw us from very early also. We each have had safe sex a couple of times with boys but we were totally unsatisfied and our Fathers have been trying for years to screw us and we have managed to avoid them with each other's intervention."

(Mary)"Several years ago a High School boyfriend who had worked for you had told us about you so we have investigated you for several years now and actually talked to you at the Mall a couple of times." 

"I remember. I found it interesting at the time that two High School girls would want to actually talk to an adult. You were both quite intelligent and engaging as I recall." 

(Shelly) "Thank you. We knew about your divorce and we are sorry for you but we were happy for us when we found out and had hoped you would not find another girlfriend before we could pull off our 18th birthday plan for you to be our Guardian. We will do what ever you wish to stay with you since we know you will not harm or hurt us. We left everything behind except for the clothes we wore over here plus the papers. Or books and other things are at College in our lockers." 

They were sitting with their hands on each others thighs, stroking the others fur at the same time still fondling themselves with their own furs. Shelly had increased her crotch fur stroking and getting quite stimulated. They had clearly never encountered or had fur in their lives before. Shelly is trying to entice me I am sure but it has reached a level where she is getting out of control. 

"If you don't slow down Shelly you're going over the edge and I can't help you until we are done with our conversation." She backed it off and started to calm down. They are way beyond sexy and erotic and I am having a very difficult time holding myself together. No wonder they have been sex targets. 

"What do you want aside from protection?" 

(Shelly)"We want to get a college education and are willing to work for it. Any house work or anything at your Office?" 

(Mary)"We will meet your sexual desires out of gratitude. Besides we think we like you a lot all ready and would do it anyway." 

"You're lesbians right?" 

(Mary)"We don't know other than our dependence on each other. We are not attracted to other girls or lesbians if that means anything but we find each others' bodies to be very pleasurable and we know how to satisfy each others sexual and emotional needs. On the other hand we have had a crush on you since last talking to you in the Mall." 

(Shelly)"We do know how to pleasure each other without hurting the other. It has helped to ward of the depression and loneliness of our situation. Also it was a means of thwarting our male adversaries. We do like men in principal and find the idea of sex with a man exciting. It is just that our experiences have been very bad. We do find you very sexy and we are very attracted to you." 

"You say you want to go to College? How did you do in school?" 

(Mary)"We are both straight A students so far in College and both of us have tuition scholarships but we know that alone won't cut it. We are already having a very hard time financially." 

"Very impressive. Smart as well as sexy."

Shelly and Mary were now hugging each other out of habit or insecurity? It was very arousing as they gently touched and continued fur fondling each other and themselves in an obviously gratifying way. It was like they were doing it subconsciously but were also increasing there efforts to seduce me. 

"You have succeeded girls and I am about to loose it now." 

They were suddenly aware of my staring at their activities and they both blushed. Mary then leans over to Shelly and takes her whole tit into her mouth and sucks it out to the marvelous bulbous nipple squeezing and sucking it in her lips. Shelly lets out a soft long moan at which they get up and sit on each side of me. I was mesmerized and shaking over this vision, totally helpless with excitement and anticipation. 

They undressed me almost without my realizing it as they kiss me all over in a most erotic way continuing to fondle each other then both briefly sucking and kissing the head of my very stiff and dripping cock. 

(Mary, smiling) "Boy am I going to love playing with this beautiful toy."

We were in my bed as if transported. Furs from all over the house and closets were on my bed. That must have happened prior to them getting to the Kitchen when Shelly got the Sable. 

They had me on my back with my cock in Mary's mouth hardly before I could comprehend anything. What a beautiful sight with her sweet petite lips sliding down the entire length of my engorged cock. They were in control and I was loving it. 

Shelly laid over my chest as she began kissing me with the most penetrating wet kisses I had ever experienced. She is still wrapped in the Sable falling over me as well, her marvelous nipples pressing into my chest. She was also stroking my body all over with other furs as I ran my hands through her gorgeous and lush hair as we kissed. 

I could feel Mary's soft hair laying and brushing over my stomach and thighs as she caressed my tip with her tongue and pumping my rod full length in her mouth. She had me ejaculating taking in all my juices as Shelly was fondling and kissing me. My moans of pleasure sounded like they were coming from somewhere else mixed with the sucking sounds of Mary's lips. I was in such a state of ecstasy. 

Mary began alternating from my cock to sucking and fondling Shelly's vagina as she lay straddled over my body. Shelly was responding with pleasurable moans as was I stimulating our kissing, more like mouth fucking by then. We were consuming each other passionately amidst our orgasms.

I hardly realized it when Mary had slid my boner inside Shelly. Shelly was gasping and moaning with pleasure and climaxing almost immediately and uncontrollably with Mary having already sucked and fondled Shelly and me to orgasm. Mary had moved around and spread her wet vagina from her own orgasms over my face. I sucked Mary deeply and stroked her sensitive spot with my tongue. Mary quivered and moaned and began rocking on my face slightly as I sucked hard on her clitoris. 

Shelly had sat up over my cock and was pumping up and down for all she was worth her beautiful firm breasts bouncing ever so lightly as she pumped me to my great delight. Mary and Shelly were fur fondling each other as I continued ejaculating into Shelly. She moaned and groaned at her orgasms, her juices mixed with my cum flowing onto my stomach. I was still on my back having grabbed Mary under her arms and swung her around. Shelly slipped off me and as she did I slid Mary down on my well lubricated cock. I then pumped her up and down like lifting weights she is so light and small. She is willingly so submissive being very turned on to getting forcibly screwed. 

Shelly started fur fondling her and Mary was moaning weakly and shivering with a string of small orgasms. Shelly focused on totally pleasuring Mary with the fur and fondling everything that was not already occupied with my cock or other attention. I increased the force and speed of my dropping her and Mary suddenly shook violently with a massive climax beginning to bounce up and down under her own power on my cock screaming as she did. She suddenly went limp and collapsed on my chest like a fur coat being dropped with my cock still deep in her. Mary continued to quiver and shake from her orgasms. 

Shelly continued to fur fondle her including me all over. I kissed and stroked her body with fur as well. She smiled and kisses me softly and sweetly. I give her a series of long and penetrating kisses. Mary is moaning with pleasure of the afterglow. Shelly lays down beside me on her stomach moving around on the fur as she does and kisses me around the face and neck fondling both Mary and me with the Sable. Shelly is still very turned on and extremely excited.

(Shelly) "Please! What ever you want!!" 

"Do I have a choice?" as I felt Shelly's mouth envelope my cock with her hair all over me and Mary kissing me so sweetly while fondling my whole body with fur, dragging her hair over my body as she did. 

I ejaculated once more when I thought there was nothing left. 

"OK, OK. I surrender." 

They both sat up in the bed and hugged me fondling me with fur and holding my cock in both their hands like a ceremonial scepter in a pact saying .. "You would not regret this." 

They then hugged and kissed each other over my cock passionately, giving my cock one more suck each and began to rollover in the fur pleasuring each other. 

They are clearly getting into the furs in a big way extremely excited and obviously enjoying their pleasures. 

As they lay in the furs with Mary on top and both their vagina's staring me in the face. I swung over and slid between their legs slipping a big Fox pillow under Shelly's butt to get them lined up with my cock. I then kneel into both their wonderful cheeky butts, alternating screwing each as they pleasured and fur fondle each other. They were clearly enjoying this with mutual moans and sighing. It was fucking heaven. 

I wrapped myself in the Sable, fur fondling them as I screwed them both as much as I could three or four strokes at a time for each and not too fast. This kept them both highly aroused and very turned on together at the same level of near orgasm. They were both screaming for more on the verge but just short of orgasm as they kissed and fur fondled each other both extremely excited. I kept this up for quite a while, trying to see if I could set a record for the longest continuous arousal. They were going out of their minds with excitement and stimulation, begging for an orgasm, almost, almost, almost, almost there. 

I finally brought Mary and then Shelly to orgasm. Mary came with eight strokes nearly bringing Shelly to orgasm with her gyrations on top of her. Two strokes and Shelly exploded violently as they kissed with unbelievable passion. I gave her twelve strokes for her final pleasure and my explosive ejaculation as she screamed with excitement clamping down on my cock, milking it for every drop as I continued stroking in her. I gave Mary a couple of wet whacks with my juices still dripping from Shelly so she wouldn't feel left out. 

We all collapsed exhausted in the fur and were all totally satiated in a group embrace. 

We dressed, more-or-less, in furs and sat huddled close together on the Living Room couch in a Lynx spread and pillows with coffee having a conversation, still stroking and fondling each other, running my hands through their hair and they still fondled my cock. 

We talked about future arrangements now that we had sexually sealed the deal. I gave them the larger of the other Bed Rooms as theirs and permanent use of the Study. 

I agreed to fund the rest of their education above their Scholarships and living expenses in exchange for full housekeeping until their skills were adequate for work in the Office or other jobs. 

Mary slid over and straddled my cock kissing me while taking my stiff cock into her. 

"Thank you and you will not regret this for a moment." She was into an orgasm almost instantly and into a dream state of sexual pleasure. Her pleasure and enthusiasm at getting screwed is clear and very erotic. I hold her in my arms fondling her wrapped in the Lynx spread as she slowly slides and quivers from orgasm to orgasm slowly rising and falling on my stiff cock quietly moaning in her sweet small voice. She is obviously liking very much this males' screwing her ... or is she screwing me? 

Shelly was masturbating with the Sable embracing, fur fondling and kissing us clearly enjoying the fur experience and getting off at watching and feeling Mary and I in our pleasures. 

Mary finally looks up at me as she slows, rotating ever so slightly on my cock with the dreamiest gaze I have ever encountered and we kiss in the longest and sweetest kiss. It is a feeling of the culmination of her orgasms, mouth fucking me, flowing into me through her kisses as she shoots her tongue deep into my mouth. I had a wonderful, seemingly eternally long and soft ejaculation and orgasm as we kissed and she held me tight in her soft vagina gently squeezing my cock. I just got beautifully and sensually seduced. 




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Once again I owe a debt of gratitude to my team of wonderful men that clean up my mess and make it look like English is my native language. My wonderful editor, PapaKilo14, brilliant second editor Dan, my beta readers, the amazing Denny and the guy with the ideas, Black Phoenix. Hugs, guys.

I was expecting to clean my fish, open a bottle of wine and spend a nice evening lying on the sofa with a good book. What I wasn't expecting was to see an old, beat-up Ford truck sitting in my driveway with a thirty day tag on it from Tennessee. I wasn't expecting to see a woman sitting in one of the deck chairs on my dock either. I pulled the boat into the slip and put my fish in a bucket. When I climbed down I raised the boat up out of the water and when I went outside she was standing up.

I had intended to ask her if she knew she was on private property but when I saw her standing there I discovered I was unable to speak. She was young, maybe a little older than twenty and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She had long, ash blonde hair that hung straight down past her butt. Her eyes were startling. They were a pale grey color and I wondered if she was wearing colored contacts. It seemed odd that they were the same color as mine except lighter. Those eyes were huge and very expressive and there was a look of apprehension on her face. What a face it was. Her nose was aquiline, straight and with a few cute little freckles. Her cheekbones were high and her cheeks were a little hollow. Her jawline was strong, tapering down to a little pointed chin and her lips were red, although she wasn't wearing anything but lip gloss. Her mouth was wide and shaped like a recurved bow and her lips were full and puffy, begging to be kissed. Again, it was the most beautiful face I had ever seen and it was hauntingly familiar. Where had I seen her before? She looked like she'd been in an accident. She had a black eye and the left side of her face was discolored with bruises. She also had a big, fading, purple bruise on her left arm.

My eyes drifted down, irresistibly drawn to her chest. There were two amazing breasts resting there, high and perfectly placed. They were very large, extremely well shaped pillows of femininity. I started getting hard just looking at them. Her waist was very narrow and her hips just exploded out. I couldn't see her ass but I knew I had to. If it fit the rest of the package this was the absolutely most sensuous woman I had ever imagined. She smiled and when she spoke her voice was low and husky, like old, smoky whisky and smooth, twenties jazz.

"Did I pass the inspection?" she asked. "Hello Random; you are Random Jordan, aren't you?"

"No," I lied. "He just lets me use his dock when he's not here. I'll give him a message if you tell me who you are."

She looked a little confused, and then she laughed. "Don't worry; I'm not here for anything unpleasant. Well, it may be unpleasant to you for a while, but I promise it's going to get better."

"Will it involve you helping me eat these fish and talking to me?" I asked.

"If you want me to," she said. "You may not after you find out about me."

"Oh no, I'm sure that isn't going to happen," I told her. "Why don't you have a seat and tell me why you're here while I clean the fish. I won't be five minutes. Would you like something to drink?"

"I think a dark lager beer would be nice," she said.

That's what I drink. "Over there in the refrigerator," I indicated the direction. "Bring me one."

She sauntered off to the refrigerator and my jaw dropped. She had on a little blue sun dress with orange flowers and her ass did match the rest of her. I could see it jiggling under that tight, thin little dress and that sight would have given a dead man wood. It was spectacular; large, perfectly round, and you could have stacked cups on it. She looked over her shoulder, caught me watching and smiled.

My face burned and I flopped the fish on the cleaning table and turned on the water. I had them filleted by the time she got back with two Samuel Adams Bock beers and she stood by me and drank from hers while I rinsed them off. I got some fresh veggies and some boudin sausage out of the icebox I had by the grill. I turned the grill on and gave her some skewers and a knife. She cut the veggies up into chunks, seasoned them, coated them with the olive oil I handed her and put them on the grill. "We're going to need a little more sausage," she said.

I got out another package, "You really hungry?" I asked.

"Yes, but there are two more of us," she said. I looked around but didn't see anyone. "They're in the truck, and I expect by now they're really hot and thirsty," she said. "Can I go get them?"

I nodded and watched that butt jiggle away. Damn, she was hot! This was going to be a great evening!

Then it all went to shit. When she came back she had two more absolutely gorgeous women with her. The problem was, I knew them. One of them came running and threw herself on me, babbling and weeping and trying to throttle the life out of me with her hug. The other one was older and she just looked around. I disengaged myself and turned the fish.

"Hello, Bailey, Silvia," I said. "Imagine seeing you here."

I hadn't seen Bailey for 22 years. It had been longer than that for Silvia. It hadn't been long enough. She looked even better than the last time I saw her except she looked like she had been fighting. Silvia was the same way. They were bruised and battered but the bruises looked a week or so old.

"Taken up boxing?" I enquired.

The girl laughed and I decided I was going to make her do that a lot. Now that I looked at the three of them together they were obviously related. Of course, I knew Silvia and Bailey were related. Silvia was Bailey's mother and Bailey was my ex-wife. Well, for all I knew she was still my wife. Like I said, I hadn't seen her for more than twenty years.

"You should see the other guy," Bailey laughed.

I chuckled. "Well, ladies, it's been nice but I've got some packing to do," I told them, turning away toward the stairs. "Enjoy the house."

The girl grabbed my arm. "You're staying," she said. "I desperately need to talk to you."

"Are they part of the package?" I asked.

She nodded.

"No thanks," I said, trying to free my arm without hurting her.

"Help me," she said to the other two and they all three wrapped themselves around me like boa constrictors.

"Please, Random," Silvia begged. "Just have dinner with us and then if you want to go we won't try to stop you. If we wanted to harm you we'd have shown up with the police. Please, I'm begging you, just finish dinner, give us an hour and then we'll never bother you again." She dropped to her knees and hugged my legs. "Please, Random, I'm begging."

The other two knelt down there too and three women were hugging my knees. It was ridiculous. I pulled them up. "Dinner and an hour, right?"

They nodded and all three of them were all over me, kissing me all over the face and squeezing me like I was their favorite teddy bear.

"Let me cook," I tried to disengage. "You... what's your name?"

"Raney," she said.

"Raney, go up in the kitchen and bring back a bottle of white wine out of the refrigerator. Better get two. There's a corkscrew in the top right drawer of the bar."

The other two wouldn't leave my side. It was like they were afraid I'd bolt if they weren't touching me. They were right. This was a bad situation for me. I'd been hiding from them for 22 years and now they had found me. I turned the sausage and the vegies, buying some time.

"You look good, Random," Bailey said. "You're just as big and beautiful as you always were. You're getting a little gray up there," she ran her fingers through my hair. I drew away instinctively and I could see the hurt in her eyes.

"You two haven't changed a bit," I said, trying to cover the awkwardness. "Still the best looking women in any room."

Raney came back with the wine, put it in the icebox and brought two more beers for the other two. She looked at them and they went and sat at the bar, drinking thirstily. She pressed herself up against me and put her arm around my waist, leaning her head against my shoulder.

"Thank you for staying, Daddy," she said.

"What?" I stared at her stupidly.

"I said, thanks for staying, Daddy," she repeated. "I really needed to talk to you. I need to get to know you so badly. I only found out about you three years ago and I hated you for a while. I know the truth now, and I really want you in my life."

I gawked at Bailey. "She is," she said. "I'm so sorry, Random."

She had a file folder in her hand I hadn't noticed. She waved it at me. "DNA tests," she said, "in case you don't believe us." The problem was, now that I saw her and things clicked, I did.

"The fish is done," Raney said.

I couldn't move and she laughed again and walked me over to a barstool beside Bailey. "I know it's a shock, Daddy. You'll get better in a minute." I took a swig of my beer and shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs. She went back and took everything up on a big platter and brought it to the bar. "Where are the place settings and plates and glasses?" she asked.

I pointed to the sidebar and she opened the doors and got stuff out. Silvia got up and opened a bottle of wine, pouring four glasses and putting them in front of us. "I know this is overwhelming, Random," she said. "I'm very sorry too. I know I played a big part in it. I'm going to spend a long time making it up to you. I'm so sorry. I badly misjudged you and I've never regretted anything more in my life." Bailey was putting napkins by our plates and doling out the silverware.

I looked at Raney. She was so beautiful it hurt. "Why... why didn't you tell me?" I croaked.

"We'll explain everything," she said. "Can we eat first? I'm starving. We haven't eaten since last night."

"Of course, I'm sorry," I said.

"No," Bailey said. "You don't ever get to say that to any of us. No matter what you do, you don't get to say that."

Raney took one of my hands and Silvia took the other, they both took one of Bailey's and they bowed their heads. "Thank you, God for this food," Raney said. "Thank you for bringing us here safe and thank you for letting us find Daddy. Please, God, let him love me, Amen."

Tears were running down my cheeks like rivers and they were all crying too. "Look at us," I wiped four faces with a napkin. "Those allergies are awful this time of year."

We all laughed and they ate like wolves. Raney loved the boudin and we ate every scrap of the fish. I had a peach pie and some ice cream and we ate that too. The mosquitoes were getting bad and we moved indoors. We were well into the second bottle of wine. The women all came and sat in a little circle on the floor in front of me. Raney reached and held one of my hands in hers.

"I didn't tell you because I couldn't find you," Bailey said. "You just disappeared. Why did you do that, Random?"

"Well, let's see," I pretended to think. "You served me with divorce papers and promised that you were going to rape me in the divorce," I said. "I'm not the kind of guy to just relax and enjoy the rape. I figured if you couldn't find me I would be hard to rape. You moved in with my asshole former best friend and business partner that set me up for the rape. Is that enough?"

Her eyes filled with tears again. "I'm so sorry," she said. "I was wrong. I thought I was right, but I wasn't. You have to know how it looked, Random. You saw the pictures. That's all I had to go on. You never even denied that it happened."

"No, it would have been a lie," I said. "I never lied to you, Bailey. I was in the wrong. I shouldn't have been there, but it wasn't what you thought it was."

"I know that now," she said. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't want to hear anything I had to say," I told her. "You wouldn't have believed me anyway. Someone had been telling you stuff like that all along. 'He's a player. I knew this was going to happen. It was just a matter of time before he cheated on you. You're too good for him.' Don't you remember?"

I heard a sob from Silvia. "I'm so sorry, Random," she wept. "I was wrong about you. I was just a stuck up bitch and I've been regretting it ever since. I screwed up bad. I hope you forgive me someday. It's us that weren't good enough for you. How can I make it up to you?"

"Well, the apology was a good start," I said. "Do you know what the last twenty years have been like for me? I've basically been on the run. I live off the grid. I work for cash. I have throw-away cell phones. I look over my shoulder, thinking there is going to be a knock on the door every day and it would be the police, there to arrest me because I didn't want to be raped. The woman I loved more than life hated me. I felt like my heart had been cut out with a butter knife. I agree that it was my fault. I shouldn't have been in that bar. I shouldn't have been at that party. I got drunk and passed out and lay like a hog in a mud hole all night. But, I didn't take Christine to that party. I didn't undress her or make love to her. She and Jack set that up and took those pictures. They did it to get the business and he did it to get you, Bailey. They set me up and they set you up and you fell for it. Did you marry him? Are we divorced?"

"No, and no," she said. "I lived with him for fifteen years before I found out the truth, Random. You have no idea how that makes me feel. I fucked a lying, scheming bastard for fifteen years! I was such a fool. All the time, the only man I've ever loved was living like a fugitive." She broke down into helpless weeping.

Raney pulled her sobbing mother into her arms and Silvia held her too. Raney looked up at me. "I've known for two years," she said. "You see how we're beat up? Jack did that to us."

"Why? Why would he do that?"

"He found out we knew," Silvia said. "Bailey found out he was cheating on her. We'd been looting the company, getting ready to leave and he found out. He beat the hell out of us until Raney hit him over the head with a bowling trophy. She knocked him out and we did quite a number on him"

Bailey laughed. "We played patty cake with his nuts. I don't think he'll be okay. I'd be surprised if they stay attached."

"So why are you here and how did you find me?" I asked.

"We hired detectives," Silvia said. "Of course, they've been living with me since we found out. We didn't tell Jack why she left him, but we started looking for you. You were very hard to track. No one had heard of you for more than fifteen years. We started putting together your history until we figured out you were somewhere in southeast Texas. You made a mistake when you bought that lift for your boat. One of the secretaries that worked for that company recognized you. She went to college with Raney and Raney had told her she was looking for her father. She'd seen your picture. We had to find you, Random. I know you're probably too badly hurt to ever accept me or Baily back into your life, but Raney is innocent. She doesn't deserve any of this. We had to do it for her. We're here because we're afraid, Random. We're afraid of Jack and his crew. We're afraid he'll find us and kill us. We took over two million out of the business and without that money, they're history. We need your help. I know I don't deserve it, and maybe Bailey doesn't, but you can't turn Raney away. Please, we'll do anything. I'll be your personal maid for the rest of your life. I'll crawl. I'd die for my daughter and my granddaughter, Random. Just tell me what to do."

"I feel the same way," Bailey said. "I did a terrible wrong. I should have given you a chance. I never let you explain. I never told you I was pregnant. I've been a horrible person, Random, but I've changed. I'm so, so sorry. Please help us. We know you aren't married or permanently attached. You know how to stay hidden. It was just an accident we found you. Please, do it for Raney and I'll be your slave. Beat me, call me a whore, I'll take it. I deserve it, just help Raney."

I looked over at Raney. God, she was gorgeous. This was my little girl! What in hell was I going to do? "Of course I'll help," I said.

I couldn't get another word out because I was buried under three sobbing women that were thanking me and kissing me and just making it nearly impossible to breathe.

"Stop it!" I shouted. "Let me breathe, God damn it. Let me get a word in edgewise here. I'm still really upset with you, Bailey. You too, Silvia. You just don't get to come waltzing back into my life and act like the last twenty-three years didn't happen. We have a lot of talking to do and a lot of thinking to do. I can't do that with you all over me like this. You can stay here for as long as you want. I need to get away and get my head around all this."

"Oh no, you aren't leaving me," Raney said. "I've just found you and I'm going with you. I'm sorry Mom, Grandma, but you made this mess, not me. I'm going with him. I got cheated out of 22 years with my father and I'm not going to miss another minute."

There were a lot of tears and words and we finally got it sorted out. We sat around on the sofa and got caught up on our lives. There was a lot of catching up to do. They were all over me. There were two of them pressed up against me all the time and they traded places and it seemed like they couldn't believe I was real. They would reach out and caress my cheek or feel my hair or squeeze my arms or legs. It was very disturbing, especially when Raney did it. I've described her, but her mother and grandmother were two of the best looking women you'll ever see. At 63, Silvia looked forty and a hot forty at that. She had always been drop dead gorgeous and she had aged like a fine wine. She was slender and willowy and one of the sexiest women on earth. Bailey had all her looks except more plush and curvy and at 44 she was looking better than she ever had. Then there was Raney. She made the other two look plain and skinny. She had freckles like my Mom but otherwise you could tell she was Bailey's daughter. She had a lot of her mother's mannerisms, down to pushing her hair behind her right ear when she was nervous. I couldn't believe she was mine!

We finally went down and got their luggage out of the truck. 

"What's with the old truck?" I asked.

"We paid cash and there wasn't any record of the sale," Silvia said. "We didn't want any paperwork and the guy wanted the money. It runs good, so we bought it."

They had a million bags. We were all exhausted by the time we got them settled in. There were only three bedrooms in my house. I let Bailey have my room and I took the sofa. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't a bed. She came out after a while and asked me to sleep with her.

"I know you probably don't believe me, but I've never stopped loving you," she said. "Please, I can't stand the thought of you being out here. Make love to me, Random. No strings attached. I won't expect you to love me or get back together with me. I promise, just come in here and pretend this is the night we made Raney. Isn't she gorgeous, Random?"

"She's amazing," I said. "I can't wait to get to know her, Bailey. Are you sure about this? You know it isn't going to change anything between us."

"I know," she said. "I just want to be happy for one night. I promise you won't regret it."

Against my better judgment I let her lead me to my bed. She just had on a long t-shirt and when she took it off I couldn't breathe. She was just as sensuous as I remembered. Her body was just as spectacular as the first time I saw it. Those breasts were just as big and firm and her nipples were just as sensitive as I remembered. Her right one was shaped a little different than the left and she could still cum by me sucking on it. I loved all over that body I remembered so well and when I went to work on that little pussy she went wild. She still had that little blonde landing strip and her clit was still as cute and sensitive as I remembered. I made her cum four times with my mouth before I slid up and sank into that moist tightness. She groaned.




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"God, Random; take it easy, baby. It's been a long time and I forgot how big you are. Damn you've got a big cock. No one has ever stretched me like that. Slow, big boy; let me get used to it again. Oh, Gooodddd!"

It was like sliding into a jar of hot molasses. She was so wet and so hot and so tight that I could tell I wasn't going to last long. I groaned. "It's been a long time, Bailey. I'm going to cum really soon."

"It's okay," she moaned, "me too. I'll make sure the second time is even better."

She wasn't lying. She came on about the fifth stroke and I didn't last much longer. I filled her up. I can't ever remember cumming so much. I just kept pumping and she became a hot, sticky swamp. I never lost my erection. It sagged a little but she did this little squeezing thing with her muscles inside and after a few of those I was as hard as ever. This one did last a long time. She did all those little tricks I remembered and some new ones too. She tried a couple of different positions and we finished with her flat on her stomach and me pounding her little pussy from behind, her sweet ass firm against my groin. When I unloaded in her she screamed into the pillow and her body convulsed in a huge contraction. I rolled off and she was all over me, just radiant with the afterglow.

"Thank you, Random," she said it a hundred times. "I forgot what an amazing lover you are. I want you to know that I love you. I always loved you and I always will. I was so angry with you when I saw those pictures. You know how Mom was always telling me it was just a matter of time until you cheated on me. It made me furious at her, but deep down I guess I was just so insecure. I always wondered why you married me. You could have had anyone. You were so smart and so good looking and so much fun. I was so jealous and when I saw those pictures of you with Christine I just lost my mind. I should have trusted you more."

"I don't blame you, Bailey," I told her. "If I saw pictures of anyone like that I would think just what you thought. The problem was, you never gave me a chance to prove I didn't do it. You just burned down the world around us. There was nothing I could do. I told you what happened in an e-mail and in a phone message. I guess you never got them. When you served me with the divorce papers and left me that message about what you were going to do, I just took what I could get and ran. You didn't leave me a lot of options. This all started with me."

"I got them; I just deleted them. No, you didn't do anything wrong," she said.

"Yes, I did. I put myself in a compromising position," I insisted. "I was very stupid. No adult has any business getting that drunk. I was so immature and so stupid and it cost me everything. Do you know, I've never been drunk since that day? I get a little buzz sometimes and maybe a little more if I'm at home and not going out, but I swore to myself that nothing like that would ever happen to me again."

"We were just a couple of kids," she said. "We got married too young, Random. Maybe if we had been older we could have been strong enough to get through it. It could easily have been me in those pictures. I passed out at parties too. I was lucky I was never raped. A lot of girls I know were. We were both pretty stupid and immature. What are we going to do, Random? We've lost our way. Do you think we can ever get it back?"

"I don't know how," I told her. "You lived with the man that destroyed us for years. You were best friends with his sister, the woman that helped him. Your mother did her damnedest to break us up long before this happened. I've had a daughter for twenty years I've never seen. God, she's beautiful, Bailey. I don't think we can go back. We might go forward. You say you love me. Is that true or are you just saying that because I make you horny?"

"You do make me horny; you always did, but I do love you, Random. I was raging against you for years, but the only reason was what I thought you had done. If I hadn't loved you, I wouldn't have cared. Do you love me, even a little?"

"Yes, I do," I told her. "I always loved you. I've hated you at times too because of the way I've had to live my life, but like you say, if I didn't feel something I just wouldn't care. Maybe we can move forward, I don't know. I've gotten used to living this way, not having anyone or anything to worry about except the police. Right now I'm just so mixed up and confused I need to get away from you for a while and adjust to this. Maybe after a few days or a few weeks we can get together and talk. All of us need to say a lot of things. I think I might just be too angry or too hurt or just too emotional right now. I'm afraid I'll say or do something I can't ever take back. I don't want to do that. Will you give me some space?"

"Yes, oh yes, Random; this is so much more than I ever dared to hope for. I'll do anything you want, but I don't think Raney is going to give you any space. Do you want her to? I'll try to talk her into staying here if you want me to. I'm just so afraid you disappear again and I'll never find you again. Do you mind taking her with you?"

"No, I'll take her," I said. "God, Bailey, I have a daughter. I want to hug her and kiss her and get to know all about her so bad it's killing me."

Now she was really crying. "I know, baby; I'm so sorry you didn't get to hold her and love her when she was a baby. She was the sweetest little thing. Jack thinks she's his, you know. I've got movies of her and pictures and everything. I brought them for you. You can keep them and look at them and talk with her about them. Jesus Christ, I'm so sorry, Random. Please, hold me and try to forgive me."

I held that soft, silky and amazing body against mine until she was calmer and she slid down and took me in her mouth. "I can't get enough of you," she said. "I love this cock, I always did. Can you fuck me again?"

It turned out that I could and it was as sensational as the first time after senior prom. We slept the sleep of the exhausted and the well fucked and she woke me up when the sky was turning gray in the morning. "Random, you can't be here when Raney wakes up yet. I'm sorry, but all our relationships are so fucked up that we don't need complications."

I actually agreed with that and I went back to the sofa for a couple of hours. I got up at seven and Bailey got up too. We made breakfast and drank coffee. She kissed me a hundred times and told me thank you for the night nearly as many. I went and packed my bag and Raney came out with hers. She ate breakfast and Silvia came in. She got a cup of coffee and came to where I was sitting at the bar and plastered herself against me.

"Thank you for what you're doing, Random," she said. "You're a good man. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize that. Take care of my granddaughter." She kissed my cheek.

I was definitely not used to this woman being nice to me. She had been a copper plated bitch as long as I had known her and this was very awkward.

"I'll take care of her like she was mine," I smiled at her and she chuckled.

Bailey hugged me too. "Thank you, Random," she said. "Please don't go away and leave us here. I know you'll be tempted to just disappear again. You might even talk Raney into it. Please don't take her away from me."

"We'll be back," I told her. "Just be patient."

I gave them keys to the house and my truck and Raney and I went down and got in the boat. The other two women were confused about that and I explained that we were going to my hideout place. It was way up in the swamp up the bay and the only access was by boat. They waved as we pulled down the cut and I could see that they were crying.

Raney stood at the bow, holding on to a cleat and she was a sight for sore eyes. She had on a pair of board shorts and a little t-shirt kind of thing that barely contained her breasts, leaving her belly bare. She had something on under it, either a bikini top or a really heavy duty bra. I suspected she needed one with the size of those amazing breasts.

Her hair blew out in the wind, streaming behind her like a pennant, and she just looked like a million dollars. We had a pretty good ride ahead of us so I opened up the cooler and offered her a beer. "You are old enough to drink, aren't you?" I asked.

She laughed, throwing her head back and flipping her hair behind her. "You gave me beer and wine yesterday; don't you think it's a little late for Daddy to be checking his little girl's ID?"

I just grinned at her. "I've been 21 for three months," she said. "My birthday was April the fourth."

We left the lake behind and started up the Sabine River. I have a jet boat and I can run in less than six inches of water. It comes in handy running up through the swamps. It was nearly thirty miles from the house to where we were going. We flew along and the birds and gators got out of our way. There were little high places here and there, trees marking the elevation around the dry land. My cabin was in the trees on a fairly high spot. It isn't visible from anywhere but by air but you can see the dock in an open area of water. We pulled up and Raney jumped off and tied us off. We picked up our stuff and carried it in. There's just one big room inside, aside from two bathrooms, and she looked around for a while before helping me carry in the coolers with the groceries and beverages. She talked like a magpie the whole time. Everywhere I went she was right there, getting the generator running, chasing away three feral hogs that had taken up residence under the docks and just staying close. After we got settled in I took her out in the river and we set some jug lines. I asked her if she wanted to fish with a rod and she decided she did. I threw a net until we caught some shad and baited her up a couple of hooks. She caught a fairly large catfish; about ten or twelve pounds, and then hooked into a monster alligator gar. It was probably over fifty pounds and several times I thought it was going to drag her over the side.

It took her twenty minutes to subdue the beast and we admired it for a while before slipping it back into the water. She was bursting with excitement and threw herself on me, kissing both cheeks and nearly knocking me down. She wrapped her legs around my hips. She was surprisingly heavy and I had to grab her to keep our balance, my hands instinctively clutching and closing on the hardest and absolutely most amazing ass I'd ever felt. She didn't seem to mind and I gave it a squeeze. She giggled and slid her legs down until she was standing, her big breasts mashed against my chest and looked up at me quizzically.

"You like?" she asked,

"I'm not insane or gay," I told her. "I think my little girl is the most beautiful, sexiest woman I've ever seen or imagined."

"Thank you, Daddy," she said. She let her hands fall down to my ass and gave me a squeeze. "You're pretty nice too."

She whirled away and baited another hook. "I've never been fishing before," she said. "I love it! This is what fathers do with their kids, huh?"

"I always wanted to," I told her. "I never thought I'd have the chance."

"Is it as fun for you as it is for me?" she asked.

"I'm ecstatic," I told her. "Thank you, baby."

She liked catching fish but not so much waiting to catch fish. I pulled up a couple of deck chairs and we drifted, our legs propped up on the side of the boat, drinking beer and catching up on our lives. She took off her shirt and shorts after a while and she had a bikini on underneath. All that spectacular brown skin came out to play and she oiled up with sunblock. The sight of her made me very uncomfortable. This was my daughter, for Christ's sake; I kept telling myself. My body didn't listen. I had never met her before yesterday and she was still the most amazingly gorgeous woman I had ever seen. It was hard to believe that she was all real but the jiggle of all that delightful flesh told the tale. I had to adjust myself in my shorts to avoid embarrassment several times and she caught me once. She grinned up at me and there was a mischievous glint in her huge gray eyes. I noticed there was a green tint to them today and I attributed it to reflections off the water.

"Daddy, do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.

"Only since yesterday," I told her.

"You mean me?" she laughed.

"Yeah, I think I'm going to spend the rest of my life trying to be around you," I told her. "It will probably annoy the hell out of your future husband."

"He'll just have to understand," she said. "Maybe I'll marry a girl though."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, I like girls too," she said. "Are you disappointed in me?"

"No," I told her. "I actually think it's kind of hot. Now if you were my son and interested in men I would think you were crazy. I've never understood how girls are attracted to men."

"Well, you kinda have something girls don't," she laughed. "I mostly like men. If the right girl were to come along though... When are we going back?"

We ran the jug lines and caught half a dozen more catfish and headed back. I'm not a big fan of catfish but if you cut them thin and get them pretty crispy they aren't bad. I fried them up and cooked hush puppies and she made coleslaw and fried potatoes and onions. We ate like pigs and went out to watch the sunset. I fired up the citronella lamps to keep the mosquitoes away and we drank some old cognac. I went in and got a couple of good cigars out of the humidor and clipped them. When I came back I asked her if she had ever smoked a cigar.

"No, but it sounds fun. Can I?"

I lit her up and she coughed for five minutes, slobbered and tears flowed down her flawless cheeks. I laughed until it hurt.

"You don't inhale, Raney," I finally managed to gasp. "Just puff it and enjoy the taste. Cut it with the cognac when the taste gets too strong."

"Now you tell me," she choked out. She punched me in the chest. Once she stopped crying she actually enjoyed it.

"Daddy, how come you left and never tried to explain?" she asked me. "I was really mad at you even when I found out what really happened. Mom and Grandma lied to me for years. They told me I was that asshole's daughter. Even when I found out by accident they still lied to me. Even after I found out what happened I was really angry because you didn't stay and fight for me. Why didn't you fight?"

"I never knew about you. I felt too guilty to fight at first," I said. "I put myself in a really awkward position. I got knee walking drunk, passed out in a motel room and left myself open to anything. The only reason I didn't cheat was because I was physically unable to. I wasn't really in any moral position to be pissed off. Your mother never gave me a chance to explain. She moved in with Jack the next day. She personally served me with divorce papers two days later. "I'm going to rape you in this divorce," were the only words she ever spoke to me until yesterday. I cleaned out the company accounts, and I was on a flight to Costa Rica that night. I stole all that money and I'm a wanted man. I hid for years in South America and then here. I knew your mother and Jack would be out for revenge. The problem is, she was the one that actually slept with someone else. I never tried to prove it, but I think she was sleeping with Jack before they got the pictures. I always suspected she asked him to set me up. Look how she moved in with him the next day. That tells me there was something going on before. Silvia always wanted them together anyway."

She looked at me and she was very troubled. "You aren't going to let them come back, are you, Daddy?"

"No, I'm not. I'm sorry, baby, but that bird has flown. I want to be with you, but not her. I don't trust her."

"How long do I have before you take me back?" she asked.

"How long do you want?" I asked.

"We can't leave them wondering for too long," she said. "It would be cruel. Can I have the rest of the week?"

"You can have the rest of my life," I told her. "I'm going to stay in your life, Raney. I don't know how, but it's going to happen. I'm not sure how you feel about hiding me from your mother, but I want to see you often. If you let me, I'll arrange to see you all the time."

"How?" she asked.

I took her around to the back of the house and through the trees to the helicopter pad.

"Daddy, how do you have enough money to do all this?" she asked. "What are you planning to do?"

"Well that depends on you," I said. "I was going to just fly out of here. I have a place in Belize and I was going there. I've made a lot of money buying and selling real estate in South America. I don't trust your mother and grandmother. I don't know what they have planned. So far as I know, this could all be just one big trap. I'm not asking you to betray them if that's what you think. This is very hard for me, baby. I feel like I'm walking through a minefield. Tell me what to do. What do you want?"

"I don't think they're going to betray you," she said. "Jack nearly beat us all to death. I don't see how they could have faked that. I guess it's possible. I need to talk to them, find out what they want. Will you take me back tomorrow? I don't like Mom very much because she's lied to me so much. Grandma is just as bad but I think they thought it was best for me. I'm convinced they love me. I think Mom loves you too. I think you're wrong about her. She never loved Jack and I don't think she was cheating with him before. I can't tell you how many times down through the years I've caught her crying when she thought no one was around. She's been looking for you really hard since she found out Jack and Christine set you up. That's how he caught on that we knew. One of the PIs slipped up and he found a report. He was furious with Mom and Grandma. Grandma let us come and live with her and her security people kept Jack away. He caught us at a hotel when he beat us up. He was angry about the money Mom stole too."

"I'll take you back," I told her. "I don't know how long I can wait before running. I feel exposed and I'm afraid Jack or some of his boys will track you. We need to either permanently put him out of commission or get the hell out of Dodge. He's a dangerous and unscrupulous man, Raney."

"Somehow, I never knew that," she said. "I always thought he was an asshole, even when I thought he was my father, but I was never afraid of him. I'm still not afraid of him. He couldn't take three women. He's just a pathetic loser. I know he has a crew that backs his plays but by himself he's nothing. I wouldn't like for him to bring them and find us. Now you've got me worried."

"I'm sorry, baby," I told her. "Don't worry about it. The chances of him finding us are like winning the lottery. I can't believe you found me. It was just an unlucky chance. Let's go to bed and I'll take you back tomorrow. I feel more under control now. Can we go back in the evening so I can spend the day with you?"

"I'd love that, Daddy," she said.

I made smoked sausage and scrambled eggs in the morning for breakfast and we drank coffee on the deck and watched the birds. I have a big wooden lounge chair with a soft cushion on it and she brought her coffee and sat with me, snuggled up against me. I felt my heart swell with love. I put my arm around her and she rested her cheek on my chest, occasionally lifting her head to sip her coffee.

"I want to stay right here forever," she said. "You can't possibly imagine how good it feels to have my Daddy hold me. I could hate you and Mom for not letting me have this. You fucked up, Daddy, you and her both."

"I know, Raney. I'm very, very sorry. Don't be a drunk, baby. Get a little high, have a little buzz, but do it with safe people in safe places and never lose control. Look what it cost me. I'm so sorry. I'll spend the rest of my life regretting not getting to hold my baby for twenty years. I'll work as hard as I can to make it up to you. I know I can't, but I'll try. My only excuse is I never knew. I've only known you for two days, but I love you, Raney."




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She looked up at me and those big gray eyes were liquid pools in the rain. "I love you too, Daddy. I never knew I would feel this way." She pushed up a little and brushed my lips with her full, puffy ones. "Just hold me until we have to go and talk to me, okay?"

We stayed there until the heat and humidity became oppressive and then we went inside and took up an identical position on a big recliner, sipping iced tea and talking together in low voices. In the late afternoon I began to think we should be getting ready to leave but she seemed reluctant to move.

"Raney, we need to be going," I told her.

"I know," she wouldn't look at me. "Daddy, I have something to tell you. I don't know how but I have to."

"It's okay, you can tell me anything," I said.

"I stole the money Mom and Grandma took," she said. "I transferred it out of their account and into mine."

I wasn't expecting that. "Why did you do that?"

"I don't trust them," she said. "They lied to me all my life. I was thinking about just leaving them and staying with you. At least you never lied to me. I didn't know what kind of person you'd be. I needed to get to know you a little. Now I'm sure I want to stay with you. I'm an adult, but I don't want to be alone. I need someone... something I can count on. I think that's you, Daddy. I can't count on them. They say they've changed, but I don't know. Maybe they have but I just can't trust them. I don't know if I ever will. God, what am I going to do? I don't want to lose them."

She broke down into sobs and I held her close. "You can count on me, Raney. I feel like you do about them. Do you want to give them a chance? I know how to do it."

"How?" she wept. "How can we ever trust them?"

"Make them earn it," I said. "We take off tomorrow for Belize. Invite them to go and see what they do. If they go, that's good. If they try to get us to go back, we'll know it's a trap and we tell them we need to think about it. We come back here and disappear. What do you think?"

"I want to trust them," she cried. "I love them, but I'm scared."

"Yeah, me too, baby," I petted her soft hair. "She's your mother, Raney. Let's give her a shot."

She composed herself and we went back. Bailey and Silvia came out and downstairs when they heard the boat. They ran out to the dock and smothered us with hugs and kisses.

"God, thank you God," Bailey said. "You brought them back to us. I was so afraid I'd never see you again." She turned to Raney. "I know you took the money, Raney. It's okay. I'm so sorry, baby. I know you don't trust me. I wouldn't have blamed you if you just kept running. Thank you for giving us another chance."

"You won't regret this, Random," Silvia was stuck to me like a leech. "Thank you. You'll see."

"Mom, Grandma, we've decided we aren't going to stay here," Raney told them. "We're going South. I'm not telling you where yet. We want you to come with us."

"We're going to Mexico?" Bailey asked. "Yes, the answer is yes. Mom?"

"I'll do anything," Silvia said. "I already said that. Whatever you decide, Random. I'll be your slave for life; just tell me what to do and when to pack."

"Pack now," I told them. "We'll leave in the morning. We need to take everything we're going to need for a long time. I suggest you go shopping. Get personal items and clothes for the tropics. Medicine, whatever you think you'll have a hard time getting in another country. Silvia, you're staying here while Bailey and Raney go. I'm sorry, but I don't trust you all to go away with her."

She looked hurt and so did Bailey but they took it. "I understand," Silvia said. "I haven't earned anything. I'll make a list."

They took my truck and they were gone for three hours. Silvia hovered the whole time. She asked me a dozen times if she could get me anything and her eyes never left me. It was creeping me out and finally I made her sit down.

"Silvia, just relax," I told her. "I'm not about to vanish."

"I'm just so scared," she said. "I don't want to disappoint you. I'm afraid you'll change your mind and leave me. Please, I'll do anything, Random. I know you aren't back together with Bailey and maybe you never will be. I'm hanging on by a thread. I know that and I want you to know how tightly I'm clinging to that thread. I know I'm old, but I still look good, Random. I'm not being vain. I'm a wretched person, but I look good on the outside. If you want me, all you have to do is give me the slightest sign."

I looked at her. She did look good, very good. Her body was slender and tight and her face was to die for. I decided to test her. "Okay, Silvia," I said. "Slide over here."

She didn't hesitate a second. That hot body was pressed against me and her lips lifted for mine. I kissed her and she tried to probe my tonsils. When my hand slid inside her shirt and up to one hard little breast, the nipple was rock hard. She moaned when I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger.

She pulled back for a moment and stared into my eyes. "You don't really want me, do you, Random? This was a test."

"Don't get me wrong," I played with that hard little nipple. "You're as sexy as hell, Silvia. I'd ordinarily fuck you to death, but I'd be afraid you'd bite my dick off. For as long as I've known you, you've hated me. Maybe we'll be friends yet or maybe you'll start hating me again. You never gave me a chance to be friendly. Let's see what happens."

"I'm sorry for being a bitch for so long," she said with tears in her eyes. "I won't bite your dick off, Random, but if you're ever interested I'll try to fuck it off. I'm kind of a slut and you're very good looking. You always were. I thought Bailey was just lusting after you. I never knew she really was in love with you. Hell, I lusted after you too, but you were just from the wrong side of the tracks. I'm sorry. I screwed everything up."

"I know you're sorry, Silvia. Please stop apologizing. You have really cute titties, do you know that?"

She laughed and pulled up her shirt, showing them to me. They were really, really cute. I wanted to give them a suck but I pulled her shirt down and just held her. She felt amazing in my arms. It was very hard to believe she was 63-years-old. She had a body like a woman in her twenties and her face didn't look much older.

"How do you stay so young," I asked her.

She laughed again. "Good genes and hard work," she said. "I've spent more time in the gym and spa in the last thirty years than you'd believe. I eat right and I use lots of skin care products. I still know how old I am when I get up in the morning. I feel every year."

"Yeah, me too," I said. "Why did you hate me, Silvia?"

"After George passed, all I had was Bailey," she said. "I wasn't interested in getting married again. We'd always thought she would marry Jack. Then you came along and she was only interested in you. It just seemed like all our dreams were blown up when you walked into her life. I don't know why I was so addicted to those dreams. It just felt like I needed to keep them alive to honor George. You were so handsome and so nice and it was hard to hate you, but I did. I knew your reputation, Random. You're like your name. You bounced around a lot before you and Jack started your company and you were quite the lady's man before you married Bailey. I figured it was just a matter of time before you cheated on her and left her. I'm sorry, but I told her that. Then when Jack and Christine did what they did I thought it was just like I thought. I'm so, so... no, you said you didn't want me to apologize any more. All I can tell you is I was wrong, horribly and disastrously wrong and I'm going to work hard to make it up to you. That's part of what showing you my tits was about. It's not all about that. You're very beautiful and like I said, I'm kind of a slut. I won't try to hide it. I'd love to fuck you. If you want me all you have to do is ask, okay?"

"I'll keep it in mind," I told her. "We're going to a kind of rough place, Silvia. You're kind of a high society gal; you think you can handle that?"

"Ha!" she snorted. "I can handle anything you can, buster. I can do anything for my girls. Just give me a shot."

"You're not going to be living with me, Silvia. You'll be close, on the same property, but you and Bailey will be sharing a small house on the property. I'm not trying to string you along, but there are a lot of issues we need to work through. I'm keeping Raney. She's an adult and she wants to be with me. I didn't try to lure her or talk her into it or anything. It was her idea. I hope you don't hold that against me."

"No, I won't," she shook her head and her hair swirled around her. "I know she doesn't trust me. Why should she? I lied to her for years about who her father was. I don't deserve her. I'm going to be trying as hard to win her back as I am you. None of this is your fault, Random."

"Thanks," I petted her silky hair. "Could I see those cute little tits one more time?"

She grinned. "Anytime you're ready to do more than look," she said. "You're just making me horny now and if you don't plan to get me off it's just cruel."

I laughed and kissed her cheek. "You're right, and we'll see."

I held her and we talked until we heard the girls come back. We went down and carried thousands of bags up. Well, it seemed like thousands. I took the couch again and this time no one joined me. I slept fairly well, but I was stiff in the morning when I got up. I made coffee and started carrying their bags down. I made a lot of phone calls and got things set up to leave. The neighbors would keep an eye on my place and the cabin would have to fend for itself for a while. They got up and we cooked everything perishable. What we didn't eat we took with us to eat on the way. We got on the boat and Silvia and Bailey sat down while Raney stood beside me with her arm around my waist, bracing herself against me. She stayed there for half an hour before she sat between them.

Bailey and Silvia loved the cabin and we had a debate about staying there. Raney wanted to stay too, but it was too small for the four of us and we'd starve before long. It was just too far up in the swamp to be practical for more than two people. I took them out to the helicopter and we made a million trips. I have one of the Bell 429 GlobalRangers. It has a range of about 400 miles and I had made arrangements for fuel stops. We could cruise at about 170 mph and it was at least ten hours of flight time to where we were going. Counting fuel stops it would be closer to twenty. I was going to have to sleep at some point. We strapped in and took off. It was a long flight for the girls and they took turns sitting by me and talking to me on the headphones. We spent the night in the chopper at Ciudad Victoria. I slept for six hours and we were back in the air. The girls woke up when I fired the turbines up but they went back to sleep once we were in the air.

My place is near Sarteneja and I have a pad to land the chopper on. It's a beach property and the nearest neighbor is five miles away. We tied down the bird and I went and got the utility vehicle to haul our bags with. There are two houses on the property, about a hundred yards apart. We went to the smaller one first and got Silvia and Bailey unpacked. They went with us up to the main house and they were impressed. It's a big, stucco place with lots of rough wood inside. The main floor is all open with rough beams supporting it. There's a half bath off the living room and the kitchen is at the south end. It has a wraparound deck and a master suite downstairs. Upstairs has a loft bedroom with a bath and my office. The bedroom looks down onto the living room and it's over the master suite. We put Raney in the loft and got her squared away. We needed to go grocery shopping so I got out the Jeep and we went to town. I sent the girls to the market for fresh fruits and vegetables while I got canned goods and staples. By the time they got back I was ready to go and they picked me up and loaded everything. We stocked both places and decided we would eat dinner together every night at the main house. Raney and I left them to settle in and went home.

She walked in with me, arm in arm. "I can't believe this is our house," she was a little choked up. "How long can we stay here, Daddy?"

"Forever if you want to," I told her. "What do you want to do with your life, Raney? Do you want to go to college, get a job, or just have your father love on you for the rest of his life?"

"Yes," she said.

"Yes? There were sort of some options there, Raney," I chuckled.

"I have 90 hours at college," she said. "I want to graduate."

"Well, we can't stay here forever then," I said. "You're an illegal immigrant. We need to get you papers. Where do you want to go to school?"

"I was going to the University of Tennessee," she said. "I want to go anywhere close to you."

"There's a University in Belize City," I told her. "They allow international students. I could move us there until you graduate. If you want to go back in the States, we have some problems to take care of."

"You mean Jack," she said. "What could we do?"

"There's the nuclear option or the hide and sneak option," I said.

"Why didn't you use the nuclear option?" she asked.

"Your mother would have been collateral damage," I told her. "I don't have to worry about that any more. I'd like that option. If you want to go here, we won't bother."

"I want to stay here," she said. "I don't like having to stay here. I want to be free to go back if we want to without having to hide and sneak."

"Okay, I'll take care of it," I told her.

"Just like that?" she asked. "What will you do?"

"I'm not going to tell you how I'll deal with him," I told her. "After I take care of that I'll probably have to go to jail for a while."

"No!" she wailed. "I don't want to ever go back then." She threw herself on me, sobbing hysterically.

"You can go back," I told her. "With him gone, no one will be looking for you. I just can't go back as me. I don't mind hiding and sneaking. I'm used to it. I have an iron clad identity. I can go anywhere, do anything, I just can't be me. I took a lot of money and didn't pay taxes. We'll be fine though. I just couldn't let Jack or your mother find me. He'll be gone; she's not looking for me. Everything will work out."

She eventually calmed down and Silvia and Bailey showed up for dinner. They could see Raney was upset and they cooked and let us talk it out. She was happy again by the time dinner was ready. We ate and they were all full of questions about Belize, what we were going to do and what was going to happen. They seemed happy with the situation and almost eager to do something to get Jack out of our lives. I didn't tell any of them what I was going to do.

What I did was hire some mercenaries out of Lima, Peru. They worked cheap, but they were first class. Jack went away. I believe he wound up in Iraq, because they sent me a picture of a bunch of Shiite looking guys celebrating around the body of a dead westerner. No one understood how he got there or why he would be running through the streets toward the green zone with clothes on made out of American flags. His construction headquarters blew up at lunch hour one day and the fifteen guys that worked there went to the hospital. Three of them died and the rest suffered grave bodily harm. Apparently they had been storing explosives in an unsafe manner. Problem solved. I told the girls and we had a party.

Silvia and Bailey became beach bums. Raney joined them a lot and I got an even darker tan. We did a lot of things together and we started getting comfortable around each other. Both of them hinted broadly that if I was ever interested they were available. They went in to the tourist stops and I know they did a lot of dancing. I think Silvia did a lot more than dance but Bailey was always home early. She was there for dinner every evening and she seldom went home before nine or ten.

Raney was my world. We spent every available minute together. I found out she loved horses and we rented some and rode a lot. I hated the brutes but I loved her and it made her happy. That was enough for me. We got her papers to enter the University and found her an apartment close to the campus. When she left I promised to spend every weekend with her. She was very clingy the week before school started. I drove her down and stayed the night. In the morning, Silvia picked me up. Raney cried when we left and hugged us both like she was never going to see us again.

"I'll be back next weekend, Honey," I assured her. "You're going to be fine. Do good and make me proud."

"I will, Daddy," she promised. "I love you so much."

"Me too, baby," I kissed her and Silvia drove us away.

Both our eyes were moist. "She's a good girl," Silvia said. "I can't believe how sweet she is after everything that's happened to her."

"We don't deserve her," I said.

The house was big and empty without Raney. I never dreamed I would miss her so much. I guess having her after all these years was just something so new and precious I didn't want to miss a minute. She was a big girl though and I knew my time with her was limited. She'd make friends at school and the way she looked she'd probably find a lover in no time.

I woke up Sunday morning and made coffee and ate a pastry. I heard a noise around back and when I went to the window Silvia was there, working in the garden. I poured her a cup of coffee and took it around. She had on cotton gloves and a little sun dress. She was kneeling on a rug and planting some herbs. When she looked up there was a smudge of dirt on her cheek and she looked adorable.

"Good morning," I said, handing her the cup of coffee. "What are you doing, Silvia?"

"I'm planting oregano," she said. "I know you like to cook with it."

I was surprised. I couldn't imagine what was going on in her head. "Why?" I asked. "What's up with you, Silvia? Is this part of the 'be nice to Random act?'"

Her eyes welled up with tears. "It isn't an act, Random," she choked out. "I thought you would like it. I'm sorry."

She turned away and hurried off down the path. I felt like an asshole. I ran after her and caught her at the gate. "I'm sorry, Silvia; that was very rude of me. Come inside for a minute."

She was still crying but she let me lead her into the house. I sat down with her on the sofa and hugged her close to me. "I just can't get through how much you hate me," she sobbed. "I try and try, but you still say mean things to me all the time. I don't know what to do, Random. I want you to love me, but I just don't have a chance, do I? I love you, Random. I know that now. I can't stay here anymore with you hating me like this. I cry every day, I can't eat or sleep and it's killing me. Please, just let me go away. I'll try to stay close to the girls, but I can't live like this. I know I deserve it, but I'm just not a big enough person to be around you when you're so mean to me."

Now I really felt like a heel. I looked down at this beautiful woman I'd hated for so many years and the hate was gone. I couldn't see her like that anymore. I just saw this soft, vulnerable, extremely gorgeous woman whose heart was breaking and I felt something different. I couldn't catch my breath for a minute. These thought and feelings were swirling around in my head until I felt like I was going crazy. This couldn't be happening! How could I possibly feel this way? This was Silvia, but it was a Silvia I had never known before. Her soft blue eyes peeked up at me and tears trailed down her face. She must have seen something in my eyes because her head swung toward me and her silky hair flared around her face, a few strands sticking to the tear trails down her cheeks.

I cupped her cheek in the palm of one hand and marveled at her beauty. I brushed the strands of hair away and she lifted her hand to mine. "Random?" there was a soft question in her whispered words.




Uninvited Guests



I pulled her to me, swinging her around onto my lap, straddling me, her dress riding up those fantastic legs. "No, Silvia, you can't go," I whispered in her ear, holding her cheek to mine. "I can't let you go now that I've just discovered how wonderful you are. You can plant herbs in my garden any time. That is, as long as you come in here and do this;" I took her face and held it between my hands, pressing my lips against her trembling ones.

She melted against me and all the excitement of this fantastic woman in my arms trembled and sobbed into my shoulder.

"Oh, thank God," she wept. "Thank God! Thank you, God. Random, I've been praying for you to give me a chance. Oh, my God! I can't believe this! Oh, I'm about to burst! Thank you Random, you're never going to regret this, I swear to you."

She sat up and pulled her little dress over her head and she was naked underneath. Her slender, beautiful body was on display for me and she pushed one hard little breast into my mouth. The nipple sprang erect and I pulled on it firmly with my lips, giving it a graze with my teeth and stretching it out before letting it spring free. She felt like a young girl in my arms and her reactions were immediate and strong.

"Oh, God," she moaned. "I love you so much, Random. I haven't felt this way since... since George. I'm going to cum so hard, Random. I've had sex but I haven't made love to anyone in 25 years. Play with me, baby! Take me, make me your slut. I'm only for you, Random, only for you."

I stood up and carried her in to the bed. "This is a big step," I warned her. "I love you too, Silvia. I love this Silvia, not the old, bitchy one."

"She's dead," she promised me. "This is the new me. I'm going to love you so much. Bailey loves you too, Random. You know that, right?"

"What are we going to do about that?" I asked.

"I hope you can love her again," she said. "She needs you, Random. She needs you as much as I do or Raney does."

"So where does that put me and you?" I asked her.

"In your bed," she laughed. "I'm going to try to fuck you to death. Tomorrow I'm going to be too sore to do it again. I hope you're going to bring her in here and do the same thing to her. You think you can handle both of us?"

"Probably not," I told her. "I'm not eighteen any more. One of you is probably too much for me."

"I have plenty of Viagra," she laughed. "I think you'll be fine. I think I have a lifetime supply. Now shut up and play with me."

I was happy to oblige. She was quite a toy. Her nipples were long compared to the size of her breasts and they were very sensitive, especially the left one. She shuddered and gasped every time I got it in my mouth. She had such a tight, hard little body that she was tremendously exciting and excitable. It felt like making love to a young girl, she was so light and flexible. Her skin was incredible and every muscle group in her body was defined and visible. As I kissed my way down that ribbed belly she was as bare as a baby down there. I don't know if it was permanent or she was really good at shaving, but she was smooth and incredibly sexy. She was also not very wet. I knew it wasn't from not being excited because I'm sure she had already cum twice by the time I got to her cute little button. I flipped it with my tongue and she went wild, bucking and pulling my head into hot pussy.

"Oh, God, Random, I need a finger inside," she gasped. "Do you have any lube? I'm over the hill and I need some help,"

I laughed. "I just happen to have just the thing, and if you're over the hill most twenty-year-olds have crashed and burnt."

I pulled a tube of lubricant out of the bedside drawer. I don't know why I had it, but it may have been a relic I just never got rid of. It was unopened and I coated my middle finger with it, giving her gorgeous little pussy lips a good gob as well. I went back on the attack, strumming her clit like a guitar string and sliding my finger into that incredibly tight pussy. She groaned and writhed around until I was afraid I was hurting her.

"You okay up there," I asked.

"Oh, my God yes!" she nearly screamed. "That feels so good, Random. I'm just so horny for you! Please, don't stop; I'm about to cum again!"

I stretched her pussy lips with my fingers and did a number on her clit with my tongue and she came again, wordless cries coming from deep inside her. When she started to relax I jammed my finger back in, curling it up and finding that spot that sent her off again. She came constantly for what seemed like minutes until she began to beg.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, I'm cumming so hard! You're killing me, Random. Stop, baby, I need to rest for a minute. Please, Random! Please stop! I can't... I can't..."

"One more time," I coaxed her. "Cum for me, Silvia, one more time."

"No," she shrieked, "Please, Random, I can't... oh my God!"

Her voice rose to a scream and she spasmed convulsively thrashing around so much my mouth lost contact with her sweet little pussy and then she just froze for a minute and collapsed, every muscle going limp.

I slid up and her eyes were vacant. She had actually passed out! I had heard of people passing out from orgasms but I never really believed it until then. When I kissed her lips she stirred and mumbled something. Her eyes snapped open and she cried a little.

"Jesus, Random, you nearly killed me. What the hell is wrong with you! I told you I needed to stop!"

"I don't think so," I told her. I coated my cock with the lube and she tried to slide away.

"Wait!" there was a panicked look on her face. "Wait, I'm not ready!"

I pinned her down and sank into all that heat. She was wet now. In fact she was dripping and I didn't need the lube. She shrieked again as I sank into her.

"Jesus, Random, not so fast. Easy! God you have a big cock. Please! Gentle with me, I'm old and you'll break me. Oh! Ah... my God, how much is there? It's been so long. Random! Not so deep, you're too big for me!"

In spite of all her protests she was thrusting up into me as I sank fully inside her. I let her rest then, just soaking and letting her calm down a little. She didn't wait long before I felt inner muscles squeezing me like a hot fist. Damn, she was good. We began to move, finding a rhythm we both liked and she was so amazingly responsive that it blew my mind. She came easily and often and it went on and on. I came after ten minutes and she pushed until she rolled me over and climbed on top. She went to work with her extremely talented mouth and in another ten minutes she had me hard as a rock again. I pushed her off and then pulled her up on her hands and knees, her little, hard round ass up in the air and her face on the pillow. I slid into her from behind and it was like she was a virgin all over again. She was unbelievably tight, like sinking into hot melted wax, and I pounded her little pussy until she collapsed, lying supine beneath me as I mounted her and continued to punish her tight little body. She came a million times and I lasted until she begged me to stop. I didn't stop until I had flooded her slit again and when I lay beside her, cuddling her hard little body against my big one she cried like a baby. I kissed her over and over, all over that beautiful face and she told me she loved me a hundred times.

We cuddled until about four in the afternoon and she said she needed to shower and try to compose herself before Bailey got there for dinner. She rose unsteadily to her feet and walked gingerly to the bathroom, a long stream of cum running down her thigh. She looked back at me and laughed. "Damn, Random, you've damaged me. Bailey is going to know! I'm not going to be able to walk right for a week." She ran back to the bed and kissed me, throwing herself on me and telling me she loved me a dozen more times. She showered and I joined her about half way through. I petted and caressed her sexy body until she pushed me away and got out. I could hear her moving around and when I came out she was dressed. I pulled on shorts and a t-shirt and we went downstairs. We had dinner well under way when Bailey came in. It took her about five minutes to catch on.

She looked at the mother reproachfully, "Mom! You slut! You fucked Random, didn't you?"

Silvia blushed. "Yes, Bailey, I'm sorry but I love him too. I'm so grateful and so sorry about how I treated both of you and I'm so in love with him. Please don't hate me."

Bailey looked from one to the other of us. She burst out laughing. "I guess I can't be mad. I threw him away, and I don't own him anymore. You're in big trouble, Random. Since you don't seem to have a conscience, I'm not holding back any more either. I can't believe you fucked my mother!"

"She's smoking hot," I told her. "Besides, I love her too. She's changed, Bailey; hell, you've changed too. You're both just really sweet girls now. How does that happen?"

"Lots and lots of regret, some humble pie and a steady diet of eating crow," Bailey said. "We're major fuck ups, but we're not stupid, Random. We know what kind of a man you are. Mom, why are you walking like that? Oh, my God, you're sore, aren't you? Jesus, Random, she's sixty-years-old! Did you break her?"

Silvia and I laughed hysterically. "That's just what she said," I gasped. "You really are mother and daughter."

Bailey looked at us like we were crazy and stalked off to bring the food to the table. It was a very strange meal and they both stayed really late. I think they were both waiting the other one out. Finally Silvia laughed and stood up. "Night, Random, night baby; see you both tomorrow." She walked away and Bailey came and sat on my lap in the recliner.

"Random, do you still love me?" she asked.

"I never stopped," I said. "My feelings have changed down through the years. I didn't like you for a long time. You changed into some evil doppelganger. Now you've changed back into the sweet girl I married. Which one is the real Bailey?"

"Both," she said. "I'm sweet to the sweet. I fucked up, but so did you, Random. I asked you not to go to that party without me. When you did and I got those pictures, what was I supposed to think?"

"I know, but then you just went all viper woman and scorched the earth. I had the evidence ten days after the party but you were moved in with Jack and filed for divorce."

"Is there any way back for us?" she asked.

"You mean being married again? What do you think, Bailey?"

"No, I don't think there is," she said. "I think we killed that. It was mostly my fault. What are we then?"

"We can be friends," I said.

"I want that, but I want more," she said.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Lovers, parents, buddies, people that spend a lot of time together, all of that."

"That does sound like something we can do," I said. "What about Silvia?"

"Did you ever dream of a mother/daughter threesome?" she laughed.

"Not with her," I couldn't keep from chuckling. "I was always afraid she was going to emasculate me in my sleep. You're not serious?"

"Dead serious," she said. "I'm not Raney, I'm not much into women, but I'd play if you would. I do love my Mom and as you said, she is smoking hot. No rush, just think about it, Random."

They took turns sleeping with me the rest of the week. It was astonishing to me that two women I thought were hard boiled bitches that hated the earth I walked on were now total sluts for me. Bailey did things she never did for me while we were married and Silvia was no holes barred. I made them go home after supper Friday evening. I was worn and I needed to rest. I was flying up to spend the weekend with Raney Saturday morning and I wanted to be fresh. I slept twelve hours and felt dead that morning. I slouched into the shower and by the time I had my second cup of coffee I felt great. Raney picked me up at the airport and I had forgotten how gorgeous she was. She took my breath away and she made me drive back to her place. I found out why on the way. The jeep had a bench seat and she was all over me, pressing against me and laying her head on me while I squeezed her with one arm. It was like she had been drowning and I was a life preserver.

"I missed you so much, Daddy," she told me over and over. "How are Mom and Grandma?"

"They're great, baby," I told her. She looked up at me and I kind of got uncomfortable. I didn't want to keep any secrets from her. She sensed something was bothering me.

Those huge gray eyes searched my face. A smile slowly spread across her features. "You got together with Mom, didn't you? Did you sleep with her?"

"Well, yes; is that okay, Raney?"

"It's fantastic!" she crowed. "I wanted that more than anything."

"There's something else though," I told her. "We've agreed that we can't be married. There's too much water under that bridge. We're kind of lovers and kind of just friends. We burnt a lot of bridges and we're just trying to see if we can build some new ones. It's kind of complicated."

"It always is," she sighed. "We're not complicated, Daddy. I just love you. You love me. Why can't it always be that simple?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "Stuff happens and it gets complicated, especially where Bailey and Silvia are involved."

"How is Grandma involved?" she asked.

"Well, I don't know how to tell you this," I began.

She looked up at me. "No!" she gasped. "Really Daddy? Grandma? Oh my God! Both of them?"

I nodded sheepishly. "Are you mad?"

"Hell no," she laughed. "Grandma is hotter than lava. She told me she wanted you, I just thought you hated her too much."

"I did, but she's changed," I said. "So has your mother. I've only met one person sweeter. I don't know how to explain it but they're just so much fun to be around, they're so nice to me and they're so sexy. They're really impossible not to love, baby."

"So who's this paragon that's sweeter than them?" she asked.

"You Raney, my baby girl is the sweetest woman on earth," I squeezed her tight.

She looked up at me. A really strange light passed through her eyes and they looked almost silver.

"What?" I asked. "You are. I've never met anyone that makes me as happy as you."

She burrowed into my side and nuzzled me with her cheek. "Me too," she said. "I feel right when you're with me, Daddy."

I put my stuff in her apartment and she dragged me off to go sailing. She didn't know how but she knew I did. She had rented a boat and we were going to stay out and come back Sunday evening. It was a nice little boat with a comfortable cabin. It was all automated and easy to sail. We took it out and had a nice leisurely sail. I took the helm and she sunbathed on the front deck. When she pulled off her shorts and t-shirt she had on the tiniest bikini I'd ever seen. My jaw dropped and she laughed when she saw me. That bikini was just three little scraps of cloth and some strings. It hardly covered her nipples and her ass was completely and gloriously bare. She had to be shaved naked because there wasn't enough material in those bottoms to cover any bush. I swear, you could nearly see the top of her slit it was so small. All that sexy girl was on proud display as she lay on her stomach on a towel. She stayed there for an hour or so and then rolled over. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I was thankful for the mirrored shades I had on so she couldn't see me staring. After about thirty minutes she took off her top and there those luscious breasts were in all their glory.

I have no idea what size bras women wear. I wouldn't hazard a guess, but those breasts were awe inspiring. She kind of arched her back up and they rose up over her like the Himalayas. Her nipples were totally blended with her areolae, just peaks on peaks, jutting up like miniature features and totally erect. She was completely without a thought about baring them in front of me and my cock was as hard as an iron bar. I was totally uncomfortable but if she didn't mind showing me, I guess I didn't mind looking.

She lay there for another thirty minutes and then put the top back on. The image was seared in my brain though. Her nipples stayed erect and she came back, swishing that fabulous bare ass and got us two beers. She glanced down at my crotch and smiled. "Jesus Daddy, I'd think you'd been getting enough to keep you in check!"

I blushed furiously and she laughed at my discomfort. She wrapped a towel around her waist and put my arm around her bare shoulders, pressing herself against me. I could feel one of those big, rock hard nipples drilling a hole into my side. I stroked the silky skin of her shoulders and she shivered, sliding her hand around my waist. We stayed like that, just sharing an intimate moment until we pulled up under the island we had picked out.

We threw out the hooks and she got out the snorkels and fins. We played in the water, chasing the fishes until she found a big turtle. We followed it for a while and a medium sized hammerhead cruised by. She was delighted with everything and I was delighted with her. We caught four spiny lobsters and cooked them for dinner along with shrimp we had brought with us. We had fresh, steamed vegetables and fruit for desert. After dinner we lounged around on deck, smoked a cigar when the sun went down and drank enough beer to have a little buzz. She lay beside me, her head pillowed on my arm and we gazed at a million stars. It was the perfect night, she was the perfect girl and my heart was full. We talked in soft voices and I petted her hair, her arms and her shoulders, just loving the feel of my little girl, delighting in the sound of her husky voice.

We called it a night around midnight. I noticed a problem right away. There was only one bed in that cabin. She climbed in the tiny shower and I wondered what was going to happen. She came out wrapped in a towel and I used the shower to rinse the salt off. I pulled on boxers in that cramped space and when I came out she was under the sheet. I could see a little with the light of a three-quarter moon and I asked her if she wanted me to sleep on deck.

"Don't be silly," she said. "I knew this boat only had one bed when I rented it. Are you afraid of me, Daddy?"

"Terrified," I told her.

She laughed for a long time. "Just get in here," she flipped back a triangle of sheet. I climbed in and she turned toward me, her body hot against me and lay with her head on my chest, one leg and one arm over me.

"I like this," she murmured.

I stroked her back and it felt like silk under my fingers. Then it hit me, she had no shirt on! Her bare breasts were against me and now that I noticed I could feel one hard nipple crushed along with a big breast against my side. I stealthily slid my hand down until I should have felt panties. There was nothing!

She giggled softly. "I don't wear clothes to bed, Daddy."

"Jesus Christ, Raney," I groaned. "What are you doing, baby?"

"I'm seducing you," she whispered in my ear. "I love you, Daddy; don't stop me. Let me show you how much I love you."

"No, don't, Raney," I protested. "I love you too, baby. You don't have to show me anything."

"I know," she said. "I want to. You're fucking Mom and Grandma; why do I get left out?"

She sat up and the sheet fell away. All that gorgeous, amazing sexy body was bathed in the moonlight and it was a sight that could wake the dead. She climbed onto me and lay on me, her hands holding my face and pressing those full, luscious lips against mine. It was too much. She was just too gorgeous, too appealing and I was just too in love with her to hold back. I crushed her to me, my hands everywhere, lush flesh, firm and muscular, filled my hands, my mind, my heart. She was a wild thing, her body throbbing and heated beyond any normal human temperature; she felt like she was running a high fever. I had never had my hands or lips on anything remotely like her.




Uninvited Guests



I realized that as beautiful and sexual as Silvia and Bailey were, they weren't in the same league, not even in the same universe as this amazing daughter of mine. Her perfect face was bathed in half-relief in the moonlight and she kissed me like it was the last kiss at the end of chaos. Her mouth was hot and moist and incredibly mysterious. She tasted like cinnamon flavored toothpaste and girl. My hands roamed freely and settled on her ass, sinking my fingers into rounded globes that filled my hands to overflowing. It was soft and jiggly and then it flexed under my fingers and they were touching steel. She was incredibly muscled and I couldn't get enough of that ass. I've admired many in my life, but I had never seen, much less felt anything like this.

My cock obviously had no conscience and she reached down and grasped it in her hot little hand. "Jesus, Daddy," she gasped. "I've felt a few of these. You have a big, fat cock! This is going to take a while. I've never had anything like that inside me."

I was jealous that she'd had anything at all inside her, but it was inevitable that a woman that looked like her would have plenty of opportunities. I couldn't imagine her holding all that sexuality inside without exploding. She moved up until I could reach those giant titties with my mouth and I licked and kissed them all over, avoiding her nipples until she growled in frustration and took my face between her hands, forcing my lips onto one big nipple. It was evidently very sensitive because when I drew it into my mouth and let her feel my teeth a little, she tried to suffocate me. She moaned and shook and she was obviously cumming without me ever touching her pussy.

"I'm on fire," she moaned. "Oh my God, Daddy, this is just what I imagined it would be like. It's good, it's right Daddy. This is what I need and I'm never going to let you go."

As she came down, shuddering against me I wrapped my arms around her and turned her over, pinning her down and taking control. I just had to kiss every inch of her. I held her face between my hands, kissing her forehead, her eyes; those high cheekbones and one for the tip of her cute little nose. By the time I got to her lips, she was reaching for mine with her eyes closed and a look of ecstasy on her beautiful face. The little tip of her tongue was peeking out from between her lips and I sucked on it, crushing her puffy lips with mine and tasting the fresh fruit sensation of her incredible lips. I swear she tasted like the pineapples we had eaten earlier.

Her neck was long and elegant and as my lips moved over it and into the hollow between her neck and collarbone she giggled, shivered and hunched her shoulder up as that spot seemed very ticklish. Her skin was as smooth as brown silk and when I reached those magnificent breasts she was ready for me to taste them.

I couldn't get enough. They were the most amazing things I had ever touched. I thought kissing that firm round butt would be close, but these breasts! Her nipples were very sensitive and I tried to make sure they never forgot being loved. She shuddered and held my lips locked on them, pulling me into those big pillows until I had to breathe and pulled away. I traced a line of fire down over the flat plane of her belly and found her bare and slick, her excitement making her wet and musky. I needed to taste her badly and it was everything I dreamed it would be. I started behind her knees, kissing up those amazing legs, nibbling on the firm flesh of her inner thighs and finally tasting her juices around that mystery between her thighs. Her little pussy was beautiful, pink lips like rose petals opening for my tongue and she was tangy and sweet at the same time. I licked her dry and wet at the same time, lapping up all those delicious juices and leaving her temporarily clean. At the rate she was seeping she wasn't going to stay that way long. I eased my tongue around in that fragrant little pussy and my nose teased her clit as she was gasping and moaning her pleasure. Her fingers were tangled in my hair and she was making wordless cries that were the most erotic sounds I'd ever heard.

She came almost immediately as I fucked her with my tongue and the contractions just mounted when I sucked her little bud inside my lips. I worked it with my tongue and she just kept cumming, spasming over and over until she started pushing my head away. I slid one, then two fingers inside, curling one up to stroke that bundle of nerve endings up inside her and she screamed, bucking until I could hardly hold onto her. She had an amazing capacity for orgasm and I milked her for everything she had to give. She finally just went limp, totally exhausted and I moved up over her, sliding off to the side so I could just hold my baby. I caressed those erotic mountain peaks and pinched her nipples gently, kissing her cheeks, her eyes, her lips.

She finally turned and put one arm under my neck, gluing herself to me and kissing me breathless. "Daddy, you made me feel so special," she said. "I can't believe you can make me feel like that. I love you so, so much and I want to do this again and again. I want to be your lover so bad. Can we?"

"Yes, honey," I told her. "Of course we can. I want to be with you however you'll have me. I just never thought... I never dreamed... God, I just love you so much."

"I know," she said. "It's like I've been living all my life wearing heavy winter clothes and then someone gave me a pretty dress. I feel so free and so happy and just so loved. Everything is like a fairy tale. All my life I thought that asshole was my father. After I found out about you I had a lot of mixed emotions. I wondered what you would be like. Grandma showed me your picture and you were so beautiful. You were big and rugged looking and I kind of fell in love with you. Then I got to meet you and you're so wonderful and I just want to touch you all the time. I know it's kind of weird, but it's not like we've been father and daughter and you gave me bottles when I was a baby or anything. I just see you as a man, a big, kind, incredibly handsome man that I can't keep my hands off of. Do you know what I mean?"

"I know exactly what you mean," I told her. "The first second I saw you on my deck I thought you were the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. I had no idea who you were but I knew I wanted you. I knew that I was going to have you no matter who I had to kill to get you. Then when I found out who you were there was just this warm, amazing feeling in my chest like I needed to hold you and protect you, but that other thing didn't go away either and I was beating myself up over it. I was afraid it would make you feel like I was all creepy or something."

"It made me wet," she said. "My pussy is dripping every time you touch me and my nipples are so sore from being hard and rubbing against my clothes that it's been driving me crazy. Daddy, I want you in me now. Go easy, it's been a long time for me and not very often, okay?"

"Yes, baby, I never want to hurt you," I told her. "I'm going to make this special for you."

I flipped us over until I was on top, those amazing breasts crushed against my chest and she reached down, grasping my cock and centered it into all that heat and moisture. She groaned as the head parted her lips and eased inside. She felt so hot and so tight over me. She was incredibly slippery, like someone had dumped oil into her and I just kept moving, slowly sinking into her incredible tightness until our pubic bones bumped gently together. I think she came again when I was entering her from the moans she was making.

She wasn't a virgin but it was obvious that she wasn't very experienced. She tried to hurry and I was having none of that. This was going to last until she couldn't take it anymore. I pressed her down into the mattress and took her face in my hands, kissing her gently and then nibbling on her ears.

"Raney, easy, baby, there's no hurry. I'm not going anywhere."

"No!" she protested. "I'm burning up!"

"I know," I caressed her face. "Me too, but I want to love you, not just fuck. We can do that later. Let it build, baby. Just relax and let me love you."

I saw her make a visible effort and her breathing slowed. The flush on her skin lightened and she started kissing me back. I lay on her, just concentrating on her lips, teasing them and flicking her nose with my tongue. She giggled and relaxed. The urgency was gone and I slowly withdrew until I was just within her entrance. I eased back, all the way inside and she groaned again. I moved with agonizing slowness and she responded, her hands on my back sliding down and then back up with our movements.

We built a cadence and soon I could feel her start to tremble. Her knees came up and she spread herself for me, thrusting against me in counterpoint and she was doing a slow writhe. Her hips were moving to meet me and she changed her motion, circling around and trying different things. She was exploring and I was ecstatic to let her. She quickly found what she liked and then began to search for what I liked. She was a very smart and intuitive young woman and I could tell she was going to be an extremely good lover. Her body assured that and her motions quickly changed into something that was exquisite. She could do this little gripping thing with her inner muscles and she was so tight to begin with that it felt like a hand, squeezing me at the bottom of each penetration. It was incredibly erotic and as her trembling grew I could tell we were going to go off together.

She began to buck beneath me and the urgency was back. "Daddy, I'm... I'm going to explode!" she moaned. "I've never... never... oh my God! You're so big and you move so damn well. Please Daddy, harder!"

I was on the edge myself and then I felt her stiffen and she screamed, I fired all barrels. I don't think I have ever felt that intense a sensation in my life and she was bridged up under me, every muscle straining in a huge contraction and then she was gasping, moaning, writhing in a continuing spasm of pleasure, calling out my name, crying and clutching at me. I kept her at that peak as long as I could until she just went limp. Pulling me down on her incredible body and holding on for dear life. I kissed her over and over, all over her face and rolled, pulling her on top, still inside her, feeling her inner contractions as aftershocks pulsed through her body.

She rested with her head under my chin and her breasts crushed onto my chest. Her cheek was on my chest and she giggled.

"What?" I asked.

"I can hear your heart and it's about to explode," she laughed. "Don't have a heart attack, old man."

I laughed. "I just might. God you're something special, Raney."

She sighed. "Thank you, Daddy. You make me feel special. I never really thought so. I mean, I know I'm pretty and I'm not stupid, but no one ever treated me like you do before. You just look at me different, like you could just look at me forever. There's something in your eyes I've never seen before. When you touch me it's like you just pour your heart out through your fingers. I just know and I can feel it. You love me like no one else ever has."

"I can't help it," I told her. "How could I not love an angel?"

She slid off to lie half over me, rubbing her hot little pussy against my thigh. "What are we going to do?" she asked.

"About what?" I asked.

"Well, about me and you," she poked me with one slender finger. "What about Mom and Grandma? I'm kind of feeling mixed up. I know I love you, but I know I love them too. It just seems like we're all tangled up."

"What do you want to do?" I asked. "Do you want me all to yourself? Do you want me to stop making love to them? I'll do whatever you want me to."

"I'm not jealous or anything," she assured me. "I couldn't be jealous of them. I know you love me in a special way no one else can ever touch. I know you've loved Mom for a long time, even when she was so mean to you. I don't know what to think about Grandma. She's a recent development. I know you're not going to get to see me during the week and I'm glad they're with you. I get very lonely. I have some girlfriends I've met and it's getting better. I have to study a lot too. I need to think about things a lot. I don't make up my mind very quickly, Daddy. Once I do, I'm sure. When you come next weekend we'll talk about it some more."

"Do you think you might like to go out on dates with guys you meet?" I asked her.

"Would you mind?" she asked.

"No, well in a way I would," I said. "You're my baby girl and I probably won't think anyone is good enough for you. If you met someone and fell in love, it would be kind of bittersweet. I would hate it, but I'd be happy for you at the same time. Do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I think so," she said. "I'm not going to go out with anyone, I just wanted to know how you felt about it. How long does it take old men to be ready to go again?"

With her sweet mouth wrapped around my cock it took about two minutes. We were rougher this time and I took her doggie style at first. She loved that and we tried a couple of other positions, ending up with her lying on her side with her leg over my shoulder while I pounded into her until we both blew up again. The third time was just before dawn and it was slow and sweet again. I think she came a million times that night. Her voice was hoarse from screaming the next morning and she was walking funny. My balls ached from cumming so much and we both needed a vacation.

We took the boat back and took a little nap together at her apartment before I headed home. She kissed me goodbye and promised to call every night. It was a promise she kept. Silvia and Bailey were waiting when I got home and I was dreading the encounter. I had no idea what I was going to tell them and I fully expected them to have butcher knives waiting to cut my junk off when I got there.

Instead, they were as excited as hell. Raney had called them and told them all about it. In fact, they let it slip that they had known she planned to seduce me before I left and they were all excited to hear my side of the story.

"Is she as good as she looks?" Silvia asked, rubbing her hard little boobs on my arm.

"Mom!" Bailey said. "You don't have to tell us if you don't want to, Random. I'm just so happy for her. I'm happy for you too. What I want to know is if you're still going to sleep with me. Are you, or are you just going to be with Raney?"

"She hasn't decided yet," I told them. "For now, nothing's changed except Friday I'm resting so I can be with her."

"Two nights apiece," Silvia told Bailey. "I'm so happy too, Random. So, how was it?"

"It was spiritual," I told her. "You know she goes both ways, Silvia. Take a crack at her and we'll compare notes."

She laughed, "I just might! Bailey has too many hang-ups and she won't."

"You're such a slut," Bailey told her laughing. "You never know. I promised Random a mother/daughter shot. I meant you and me, but if you keep that up it might be me and Raney!"

Silvia looked at her and I think she was stunned. "Really? I'm surprised, honey. I'd love that." She looked at me. "Random is dragging ass. How about tomorrow, big boy?"

I wasn't dragging that much with the thought of the two of them together. I decided discretion was the better part of valor. "It's a date," I said. "How would you ladies like to stay over tonight? Just sleep and rest and cuddle?"

"I didn't bring my PJs," Silvia laughed. "I'd love to. Bailey?"

"We have overnight stuff here already," she said. "Let's eat dinner and go to bed. We'll rest and have that threesome tomorrow."

I found it almost impossible to get to sleep. I was exhausted, but the feeling of those two naked, amazing bodies against me and knowing who it was was almost more than I could stand.

My cock was painfully erect and it wasn't going to go down with these two incredibly sexy naked women pressed up against me. Amazingly, it didn't take them five minutes to drop off. Bailey was snoring softly as she always did when she was sleeping on me. I tried to relax and think of painful things, boring things, difficult things. Finally I went to sleep and it was full of three monsters, carnivorous and dangerous, taking the form of beautiful women. They killed me and ate me several times in gruesome ways and when I woke up I was alone in the bed. I was soaked in sweat and adrenaline was pumping through my body. I got up, changed the sheets, took a shower and went back to bed. I woke up again just before noon and went down to get some coffee and become human. The house was quiet and empty. The jeep was gone and I supposed Silvia and Bailey had gone into town.

I made a sandwich and found some chips. A Mountain Dew completed my lunch and I went out on the back deck to eat it. Silvia was working in the garden. Evidently just Bailey had gone. I ate and went back inside, getting a Dr. Pepper, Silvia's beverage of choice, and went to site on the bench behind her and watch her. She was humming happily to herself and didn't notice me for a while. She looked so cute and her little song was just adorable. She was spreading mulch and she had on a little sun dress and cotton gloves. She noticed me after a bit and jumped up, dancing across the flagstones to give me a kiss.

"Hi, lazy; is that for me?" She took the soda and drank thirstily.

"You know we have a gardener?" I asked.

"Yes, but I like gardening," she said. "I like to grow things, Random. I'm planting tomatoes here and hibiscus over there. I'm going to have a nice herb garden too so we can cook with it. I like fresh herbs and I try to eat healthy things. I'm old and I need to take care of myself. I'll take care of you and the girls too."

I pulled her down onto my lap and held her. She sighed and relaxed in my arms. "Where was this amazing creature all my life?" I asked her.

"I've always been here," she said. "I never liked you, Random. You were just too smooth, everything came too easily to you and you were just too emotionless. I thought you were bad for Bailey. I was always this way with George and people I loved. When I love someone, I'm very nice to them. I look out for them. I was wrong about you. I love you, Random. This is the me you get from now on."

"I like this 'me,'" I told her. "If I had gotten this 'me' all along, we could have all been... no, forget that. I'm sorry, Silvia. We're moving forward."

There was pain in her eyes when she looked up at me. "I'm sorry, Random. I'm trying to make it up to you," her eyes began to fill with tears.

"No, honey, please don't cry," I squeezed her. "I'm the one that should be sorry. I love you too. Let's not spoil the moment. Kiss me and smile for me."

She did and I squeezed her again. "Good girl. Now, I want to ask you something. Why aren't you and Bailey angry with me about Raney?"

She buried her face in my chest. "I think I would be, maybe her too," she said. "The thing is, we both know we blew it with you. We're so grateful you let us be part of your life again. We also know that you didn't seduce Raney or anything. I know it was her idea and she's a grown woman. She told us she was going to be with you and there was nothing we could do about it. Either we accepted it or not, she didn't care. I love my granddaughter, Random. I'm not about to lose her over you or anyone else. Since her mind was made up, I'm going to support her, no matter what. If it means I can't be with you, so be it. I'll still love you and want you, but she comes first. I feel really bad for Bailey though. Do you think you can... Raney can... I don't know. Hell, Random, this is all so fucked up. How did it get this way?"

"I don't have a clue," I told her. "I don't know what Raney's going to do, Silvia. If there's any way possible, we'll figure out some way for us all to be together. The problem is me. I can't keep up with you, hot woman. Now there are three of you."




Uninvited Guests



Everyone is getting everything they desire. I totally lost interest in trying to categorize any sexual definitions or preferences since I was getting more than I had ever dreamed of let alone wanted. Want is no longer part of my vocabulary.

(Mary) "I never thought sex with you would be this exciting and I have never had such powerful or wonderful orgasms. We knew that you would be kind to us and not hurt us but the pleasures of heterosexual sex with you is far beyond my expectations. It's the first time in our limited experience that we have fully enjoyed sex with a man. You took me into another world." 

(Shelly)"When we talked with you at the Mall the last times we noticed the furs you were wearing then and thought they were beautiful and how sexy you looked in them. I even got a mild sexual charge and tingle out of it at the time. We thought then how nice it would be to have you hug us in fur and to be in our own furs. Maybe we were subconsciously hooked even then. Little did we know just how exciting having sex could be in fur until last night when we sneaked in during the party and slept on the fur spread." 

(Mary)"Yes, we got nude and went crazy with the sensations of fondling each other until the other woman came in and crashed. We quietly fondled each other even after that. For a while we shut ourselves in the closet with the furs so as to not be heard. It was even more exciting and cozy with all those wonderful coats." 

(Shelly)"It was then that we realized we made the right decision for sure to seduce you into being our Guardian. We became very excited about the whole idea and anticipating sex with you." 

"So seduction was your plan?" 

(Shelly)"Yes, we had never thought of it until we realized we had no sure shot way of convincing you. That is when we came up with the seduction plan." 

"Well thank you for being so very good at convincing me of something I would have jumped at if you had proposed it to me in the middle of the Mall. I certainly know you are serious beyond a doubt now."

"One rule for propriety sake. No fondling or overly affectionate displays in public with each other, including between you two. The two of you are hot sex kittens as it is without your displays. Wearing furs you two will be the strongest of Guy magnets. We do need to have at least the pretense of propriety. Also, if you decide to start having sex with others, it's only fair that you let me know before hand. I will never interfere or be upset as it is probably inevitable. I will also let you know if a woman comes along in my life, not that you wouldn't know anyway." 

(Mary) "OK. But don't be surprised if you get your butt or cock grabbed or otherwise fondled when no one is looking. We have discovered that our touching and fondling is what keeps us sane and we are including you in that now." 

"I can certainly live with that and may make my own opportunities to steal a feel."

That night after retiring I awoke around 2AM and found the girls in my bed asleep each side of me. They brought the Arctic Fox fur spread with them. How thoughtful. Good thing I have an extra large King Sized bed and several fur spreads as this would become normal. 

So much for "Their Room"! Shelly was snuggled up close in front of me still in the Sable and had her hand gently holding my now permanently stiff cock. I gently rolled her over on her back and slid smoothly into her as she awoke moaning quietly as I kissed her. We had quiet intercourse as she wrapped her arms and legs around me. I proceeded with slow strokes. Shelly is so fine at holding at the edge of orgasm before release. 

We screwed this way for half an hour or more kissing deeply to quiet our moans. I pumped her smoothly, spasmodically ejaculated generously into her long orgasms. It was the finest love making I had ever had with many to cum. I finally get to have quality time sucking Shelly's marvelous tits and her wonderful big nipples. She is pleased in the extreme that I so love them. 

Mary is smiling sweetly in her sleep and we fondled Mary's vagina with the Sable for a few minutes until she is quietly moaning in her sleep and breathing a little heavily. Mary is clearly into a very sexy dream by then. Shelly kisses her lips softly as I kiss and softly suck her sweet tight puffy labia tucking the Sable snug in her vagina and around her. Shelly and I wrap our arms around each other again both still aroused, hugging closely sliding my still stiff cock into her as we fall back to sleep in the middle of slowly moving in and out of her. 

In the morning I had a short and near violent round of intercourse with Mary upon waking. She had super sexy dreams all night last night she said and was near orgasm when she woke saying she had orgasms in her sleep and demanded my immediate attention. Mary recited her very sexy dreams at breakfast that led to the urgent need to get screwed again. 

Shelly and I smile with our secret. We sex showered together, Shelly and I making sure Mary was fully satisfied, then had breakfast, Mary still talking of her dreams in amazement as we ate. Hugging and kissing all around almost too much and we were off to the Office and school to register for the winter quarter. 

I tell a few at the Office that the girls are live in housekeepers while they attend College. I got lots of "yea, sure" looks, especially from Trish but it was never mentioned or discussed again as they moved into my life and my interest in finding a woman vanished and was never, ever discussed again.

All day I was thinking that the whole thing could not be real. I clearly had a very active sex dream. I expected to awake from this dream at any time and they would not be there when I got home. 

Each would be a prize unto themselves and there are two of them. This is every guys wildest sex fantasy, boy-on-girl-on-girl. They are so different. Not only are they so different physically but their personalities as well. I recall that from when I talked with them at the Mall those times. Mary is somewhat shy and retiring and Shelly is very outgoing and spunky. They are sure different sexually. Mary is so sweet, submissive and coy and Shelly is more aggressive yet very attentive. 

I thought about our shower this morning and how wonderful to do all these things together. They are so pleasant and playful. I have the felling we will always shower together. My ex and I only showered together a few times and it was anything but exciting. I'm sure glad I don't have to chose, I don't think I could. Being with both is a fantasy dream come true. I love them both.

Upon returning home that evening it was confirmed to be reality as two excited, scantily fur clad nude girls met me at the door kissing and fur fondling me immediately. What a welcome home. Unlike anything my ex would ever dream of engaging in. They had me undressed and wrapped in furs in a wink. The house was very clean with a fur nest in waiting in front of the fireplace with a nice fire going. All the Party mess was cleaned up and I could smell a roast in the oven. We were engaged in sex almost immediately. The softness and pleasure of their bodies is indescribably erotic. Is this my new future? Erotic sex forever? 

They are both already very adept at fur pleasuring and clearly love it as much as me. The way they pleasure themselves and each other with fur would be enough on its own just to watch. I am involuntarily ejaculating before I realize my level of excitement as I watch them off in a dream world of pleasure over fondling each other with the furs. Shelly clearly gets off fondling Mary's clitoris with the Sable and Mary does not protest as she drifts into a perpetual orgasmic dream like state, breathing heavily as she does. 

I volunteer by fondling the rest of Mary with fur as she leans back against my chest and I have my cock between her butt cheeks as Shelly does this. Shelly then catches my ejaculation, sucking my cock and her head and hair into Mary's crotch sending Mary into another orgasm with her thick blond hair. Mary suddenly clamps Shelly's head between her thighs, grabbing fists full of Shelly's hair and Shelly responds by moving her head against Mary's vagina causing Mary to erupt in yet another moaning orgasm. Shelly moves from my cock to Mary's vagina sucking her into yet another climax. 

Mary is lying back on my chest during all this with her hair laying over my bare chest and in my face having further cock stimulating effects while I continue fur fondling Mary's breasts and face, shooting into Shelly's mouth yet again. Shelly is doing an incredible number on my cock. 

I then turn this into my cock in Mary doing it doggie style and Shelly lays back under Mary. Shelly gets it after Mary with Mary sandwiched between, kissing and fur fondling Shelly. Intercourse with Shelly is fantastic and Mary enjoys watching us and tending to Shelly and me as we screw. Shelly is much more energetic in her screwing. Each has her pleasures with both together at times. We are all always fully satisfied and beyond. Pleasuring each other is the ultimate pleasure.

We have a very nice dinner. It seems that the girls had learned how to cook at least to a basic level as they say, out of self preservation as neither of their moms was any good at it at all. It seems the girls raised themselves out of necessity. We sat around in furs eating dinner and watching TV. We hold and cuddle with each other and fur fondle each other from time to time as the mood would strike us. 

It was then that I started muff diving them. They are both so sweet and tasty, going into orgasm at the touch of my tongue to their sensitive spots of their clitoris. This is one thing they have done from a very early age with each other and they both love having it done to them. Having me do them is now a special treat for them. The other gets to watch and assist.

I love to hold Mary's petite body in my arms and fondle her all over with fur. She is like a doll. It is very easy to bring her to an orgasm in any number of fondling ways including stroking up her thigh to her clitoris them increasingly push the fur into her clitoris, sucking her clitoris or "bouncing her in my lap", on my very stiff cock of course. She loves the shear erotic pleasure of the orgasm. I had never enjoyed having sex with petite women before but Mary is so sweet and submissive in her responses. 

Mary's hair is incredibly sensual and she knows how to use it to maximum effect on Shelly and me. Screwing her in the furs makes up for her small body. She is very good at using the furs now. Caressing and fur fondling her small body is extremely erotic.  

Sometimes I will lay over top of her pushing her deep into the furs and ram her very hard repeatedly to climax. She loves the aggressive intercourse and initiated it by requesting I ram her to see how she would like it. Then she said not to stop. "Harder please." It's such an extreme contrast to her petite and delicate body with her delicately plaintive grunts and moans with each ramming. This is when she screams with an explosive and massive orgasm and goes limp. She often will want a repeat. Shelly says this is very new and different for Mary. 

(Mary) "I didn't know about it until we started making love and found I couldn't get enough of your cock in me hard enough and I suddenly had these fantasy thoughts of you pounding your cock into me violently and I had to have you try it. I cannot get enough now." 

I know she has been totally satisfied and is ready for extended soft fur fondling for the pure pleasure. Shelly likes to do the followup. 

(Shelly) "Mary is so much more satisfied now. Fur fondling her after intercourse with you provides her with much more gratification with the pleasuring and it shows." 

They hug and kiss in such a passionate and sensual way that I cannot help but ejaculate with the erotic vision. Shelly sucks me off when that happens. I love to hold her head to me with my hands in her lush and gorgeous hair. It makes the ejaculation that much stronger. 

Shelly also likes to pump up and down on my cock to the extreme. She will get into a groove and just not stop. She will climax herself into utter exhaustion one after the other, way beyond satiation to collapse. This is new for Shelly also. Both the girls are now totally addicted to the male side of sex as a necessity in their lives. Again categories fail me.

I began to dress my girls in fur, leather, silk and cashmere from the second day since they literally had no clothes. They like my selections for them very much and though they have salaries to buy their own things now, they depend mostly on my selections and purchases as I do not consider them as their "income". I will buy for them anything they request. 

It is almost purely for my pleasure though they obviously take great pleasure in wearing the clothes as well. They began to wear the furs that fit I had bought previously right away. Mary loves the Silver Fox and Red Fox jackets. It is hard for me to not overdress them for casual as I want everything to be the very finest. 

I got for Mary a white mink fully lined, reversible denim jacket with fur hood and a lynx lined hooded dark reddish brown leather jacket. Shelly loved the hooded sheared brown Beaver jacket and blond mink lined, reversible hooded tan leather jacket for daily school wear. These were my first new fur purchases for them for casual and school. Two beautiful dolls for dress up. This is what playing with dolls is really about. 

Their displays are a reward in themselves as well as the daily pleasures of their visions which they share generously, most often only partially clothed around the house. I began to get them fur bras, panties and bikini sets. What a vision that is!! They went out of their minds over them and there is now a variety as regular items. 

They will model the latest cashmere sweater and nothing else or the latest fur and nothing else. They wear the furs, cashmere and silk as casually as most girls wear denim. The wealthiest girls in class look cheap beside them. They are both envied and admired. 

It's a lifestyle neither had ever experienced before but took to very naturally. They were always on the outside in secondary school and now they are the reference. Shelly and Mary are viewed as close friends and enigmatic, remaining aloof intentionally having only a few close friends. This served them well as their past had taught them the perils of being found out. I try to make life as easy and complete for them as I can. 

They continued from then on to sleep with me in my bed going to bed together now. Falling asleep during sex without guilt is incredible. Where does the sex and dreams begin and end? I asked them about this situation after the first week. 

(Shelly)"We just feel so much more secure and want you to feel us with you as much as possible. The emotional warmth of your body next to us is also very satisfying and comforting." 

(Mary)"I love the occasional sex in the middle of the night with you or have you fur fondle me while I sleep. I love being so close to you all the time giving you my body. We just want to be as close to each other and you as much as possible. We love it most when you are in us as well. We're still quite insecure I am sure. Maybe this is overcompensation but it just feels so good and comfortable." 

I never received any communication what so ever from their parents even though they know where the girls are. I called them and left several messages. The parents did mail them other important documents. No notes. They were disowned and abandoned. Their brothers and sisters never communicated either. This says a lot about their loneliness. The girls rerouted their mail here permanently and changed Doctors as well since they couldn't trust their original ones.

Shelly and Mary were enrolled in the University for the fall. Mary began taking Mathematics as a major and Shelly started into Chemistry and Nutrition. They both did extremely well from the very first. My financial investment in them Is certainly not wasted. I'm already a Billionaire off my emotional and sexual investment. 

They are both very smart and intelligent and it was no time at all before conversation was about a lot more than sex and house chores. Not that it was all that even in the beginning. We actually have an otherwise very normal life doing very normal things and talk about what most intelligent folks talk about. Their growth and development was very rapid. Sex changed as well. It was no less frequent and interesting but initially they were only 18 after all. 

Sensuality was emphasized with both sex and attire. In attire casual chic and tailored chic were the emphasis though Shelly liked the rough casual styles as regular. I got Shelly a loose cut rough and coarse wool tweed jacket with hood and leather trim and ties lined in Crystal Fox. She jumped me screwing me for two hours. She wears it everywhere often with just a cotton or cashmere Tee shirt and Jeans. My clothing budget increased to accommodate the new clothes and furs. 

They were breaking new ground in being sensual-in-fur, sophisticated or rough. They make me stiff just walking around in the house. They look like Models and get responses as if they are. They are constantly approached for "acting" jobs and legitimate Modeling jobs. They will occasionally take a Modeling gig for extra cash but both say that it is not the life for them.

After their Sophomore year I asked them more seriously about guys and their plans for the future and us as a quasi Family, having been together for over two years by then. 

(Shelly) "I love being with you even more now and none of the guys I have met, though much nicer now, have changed my previous opinions or feelings. I still love the intimacy that I have with Mary and now with you. Sex is much more complete but it is a lot more than that. You are becoming very dear to me and have moved into my heart." 

(Mary) "I feel the same, in fact my feelings for you have grown much stronger. I think Shelly wants to say the L word. Yes I am in love with you. Life, our life and sex outside of this relationship is hard to imagine now." 

(Shelly) "Yes indeed. Life seems so much more complete with us than anything else I could think of. It's like I would loose so much without it. We are a family that loves each other very deeply." 

(Mary) "Not a normal family but a family none-the-less. Not at all dysfunctional as are so many other "normal" families. It is certainly less abnormal than our biological families that looked normal from the outside but where we were horribly abused, unloved and rejected. We are loving, supportive, creative and caring of each other." 

"I love you both and don't think I would be at all happy without you both in my life any more. I hope you stay forever".

It was beginning to be clear as Mary began to work at my Office that she would end up there as an Engineer, and a damn good one at that. She loves the work. It fits comfortably with her well ordered mind. Her dainty image again contrasted sharply with designing heavy steel and concrete structures. 

Shelly was struggling to figure out what it was that she would end up doing given her interests and talents. Shelly was taking over more and more of the cooking chores at the house as she was becoming very good at it. Cooking was becoming quite an art for her and she started to take more advanced chefs' courses outside of the University. Mary never quite got past the basics. Both professionally and as a family we have grown and filled out with our respective roles emotionally and or respective tasks. 

The Girls continued to have me dress them, most often literally dress them. This has become an erotic experience we began to have from when I first started buying clothes for them. "Please dress me." In a most plaintive tone from them both. Sex or an least intimacies in some form is usually involved. 




Uninvited Guests



I dress them daily when they are going out for the day or to class. This is from their nude bodies including undies to the finishing touches. It is a sexy morning ritual of sorts. Fondling them in the process is unavoidable and eagerly anticipated. They say that not only am I very good at my wardrobe choices for them but they adore the extra touching attention and it makes the clothes somehow more sensual to be dressed and presented as gifts. 

I think it is also compensation for the attention they never received growing up in an over compensating way. Of course I am happy to indulge their psyches. It is incredibly erotic for me to dress them and it certainly makes my day, particularly fixing their lush and thick hair letting it flow over my face as I kiss their neck or flow around my cock as they suck me off. It's my reward. I have gotten very good at hair styling having never done it before. They are both gorgeous, each in their own way. 

Mary is incredibly sensuous given her very dark Auburn hair, brown eyes and pale skin. With her doll like body she drives guys crazy. Fur on her is a must even to class and totally natural. I got both of them some very casual and stylish fur jackets that go well with jeans or skirts early on. They emphasize their cute cheeky butts. Mary is a very sophisticated and tailored dresser and I buy for her and dress her accordingly. She is a killer in White Mink or Fox with white cashmere and silk. Alternately in Blackglama Mink with black silk and leather. I love caressing Mary through the silk and for Mary it is an almost instant orgasm particularly if I am also wrapping her in fur at the time. She is drop dead gorgeous in her new thick dark Sable coat of course. The Innocent Little Girl look works beautifully on her as well with her petite body and girlish face, she is incredibly sexy. 

That really turns Shelly on. Mary loves to be worshiped as she is dressed and I indulge her to the extreme. Shelly occasionally does this to Mary as well. Mary has become "The Child" of the family. Shelly and I enjoy pampering her. Shelly loves getting her tits sucked by a fully clothed Mary as she is nude. It drives Shelly crazy. I make sure Mary is The Queen when she leaves. It reinforces Mary's sense of empowerment and self worth. 

Shelly is great with the Desert look of tan cable knit cashmere, leather pants and a thick Crystal Fox. With a more athletic body, blue eyes and tan complexion she is fabulous in other casual styles as well. Shelly looks great in almost anything so I get to experiment a lot with her. Fur on Shelly is incredible with many choices. The ultimate favorite for Shelly is a very full, hooded, full length Lynx with its thick and lush qualities which go so well with her hair and the rest of her as well. Even her new light brown Sable is not quite as fine a picture. 

I will find myself fur fondling and hugging her as I put on her fur almost unconsciously. She melts at the attention and she frequently sucks me off in the middle of my dressing her or takes me into her and we screw with her fully clothed and me buck naked. Her Crystal Fox, Lynx and Sable are particularly exciting to slide my cock through the lapels as I grab her buttocks through the furs ramming into her vagina, my whole body pressed against her furs, her fur clad arms wrapped around me, holding me to her tightly. This is the height of erotic sensations, topped off with a long wet penetrating kiss while I'm still in her. Shelly says it is intensely erotic for her as well and loves to do that a lot. It's her sense of control and I love submitting to her will. 

I most often dress them while I am naked as it is such an incredible turn on and they love the sense of control it gives them. They, in turn, dress me after they hug and fur fondle me while I am still naked and they are fully clothed in their furs. It doesn't get anymore erotic than that.

Together when they hug in their furs it is the essence of fur eroticism and extreme sexuality. When they hug me together with us all in fur I still cum all over myself with the sexual and erotic experience as with the first day. One of them will usually circumvent that by taking me into them as I get excited and we get off fully clothed. Shelly is the one that most likes doing that. Shelly and I will sometimes screw in (secluded) public. Shelly and I get a real thrill from it. Mary freaks out with the thrill of the excitement watching and aiding us, being totally turned on and unhinged having to be screwed immediately on getting home.

Sleeping together in the same bed is now normal. I got a slightly bigger than Super King bed and a very large Lynx spread when the mattress needed replacing last time. That also led to a redesigned Master Bed Room with large and thick Alpaca rugs around the bed and very thick carpet pad to accommodate the three of us and our various activities more comfortably including a very fur lush specially designed Dressing Room carpeted fully with Alpaca rugs as well for our dressing activities. All is in a very opulent Art Deco style. 

After graduation Mary did come to work in the Office as an employee. Over time the folks at the office simply came to accept our situation as "normal" and without question. Most folks don't have a clue as to our private life of course. Only our closest friends and my parents share our private life and the knowledge of our relationship. My parents totally freaked when they first found out but came to terms especially when they finally met and got to know the girls. 

Shelly had several different jobs as a Nutritionist at a Hospital and then at a Nursing Home. They all loved her and wanted her to stay and though she liked the jobs and had a great sense of accomplishment she was still in search of her calling. 

One of my clients was telling me about a building downtown near the entertainment center that was available but not yet on the market. It is a very nice Historic building ideal for rehab. We bought it to do just that and designed it for office spaces on the upper floors, maybe even for us to relocate our office. 

Shelly was with Mary and I on site one day at the beginning of our analysis of the structure and I made an offhand remark about a Restaurant being ideal for a part of the building at street level and Shelly's eyes lit up like a lighthouse and she had to do it. I said if she wanted to do it I would underwrite the loan. 

She and the Restaurant were a phenomenal success. It flew to the top and is one of THE in places to eat and be seen in the area. Classical music ensembles and soloists play on the week ends and it is packed. The business lunch crowd is to overflow every day and she regularly host conferences and other events. We have lunch and dinner at the Restaurant regularly now instead of at home since we designed in our own semi private Family dinning nook. 

One evening at dinner shortly after the opening I again asked about the long term nature of our relationship and where we are to go from here. 

(Mary)"The fact that I found out this morning from the Doctor that I am pregnant with our first child should answer the question for me. I should have said something but it just happened and was quite accidental. I am so happy that I am and I hope you are both happy as well." 

"I'm very surprised but elated and totally supportive. I somehow never thought I would be a father, particularly with our circumstances." 

(Shelly)"I have been thinking about that myself. With all the sex we have it would be hard for one of us not to get pregnant. An atypical family indeed." 

(Mary)"Our passions are still undiminished in our mutual affections and our love for one another grows daily. We are each number one and we mutually share our affections for one another and no one else. I feel married and we share everything in every way in our life as a family unit." 

"I am glad I never had to make a choice because it would be an impossibility. I love you both deeply and we all have love for two in each of our hearts. Now there will be the children to love as well." 

(Shelly) "Married in every loving and important way." 

Shortly after this I was able to get Shelly pregnant, much to her delight, as well. We proceeded to have our Lawyer draw up the necessary documents to cover our situation for mutual responsibilities, custody, insurance and wills. After my divorce I wasn't sure if there was one woman on the planet whom I could love and who would love me and now there are two permanently in my life. Bounty of riches.



Uninvited Hotel Guest



It has been a long day of meetings and you are really looking forward to the end of this business trip. Going home to your own bed and your husband will be a big relief. Returning to your hotel room you kick off your shoes and begin disrobing to get ready for a shower. Stripping down to your bra, panties, garter and stockings, you hear a knock at the door. 

Throwing on a bathrobe and walking to the door you ask, "Who is it?" 

"Hotel maintenance, ma'am. We've had a report that the fire alarm in this room is faulty." 

"Could you come back some other time, I'm not dressed." 

"Sorry, ma'am, hotel policy requires me to check it out." 

You open the door and I walk in carrying my maintenance bag. As you turn away to get some toiletries from your suitcase you don't notice me locking the deadbolt and security lock on the door. 

Walking to the alarm, I take a cursory look and respond, "Let's see what we have here, shall we?" 

"Will this take long, I'm very tired", you ask. 

"Well, it's a good thing I showed up as there is already a fire starting." 

"Where?" 

"Right here in my pants, bitch." 

You look confused for a moment and I tell you, "Why don't you take off that bathrobe and let's take a look at your fine body, slut." Realizing what is happening, you run to the phone to call for help, but I get there first and rip the phone out of your hand. You attempt to scream, but I push you against the wall and cover your mouth with my hand. 

"Ahh, Ahh, none of that", I say. "Why don't you make it easy on yourself and don't even think about screaming." I pull you away from the wall and again order you to take off the bathrobe. You begin breathing harder in fear, but slowly remove the robe. While rubbing my crotch, I look you up and down, reveling in your beautiful body. As you try to cover your breasts with your arms I lick my lips in anticipation of what is to come. 

"Damn, you're hot, bitch."

"Please stop, please", you cry. "I'm married.....I've never been with anyone but him."

"You think I care about that? Now, take off your bra and panties.....but leave your stockings on, it turns me on." 

You try to run for the door, but I am on you like a shot and pushing you on to the bed, straddle your back as you lie face down on the bed. "Fine, I'll do it myself", I say and reach down to unhook your lacy bra with one hand while the other pushes your face into the pillow to keep your cries from being heard. Telling you not to move, I then use both hands to pull your silky panties down your legs and on to the floor. Grabbing you by the hair, I pull your now naked body except for your garter belt and stockings up and drag you over to the dresser where your suitcase lays. 

"Let's see what we have here", I say. "Not one word", I growl. With one hand still holding you by the hair, I rifle through your suitcase. 

"What's this, a diaphragm, a two piece teddy, condoms, and some warming body oil? Why, you damned slut, why would you need this?" You don't answer and I say, "Maybe you were hoping to fuck your boss during this trip? Sleep your way to the top? You filthy whore." I push you back toward the bed and, throwing the teddy at you, order you to put it on. You hurriedly put the teddy on in an effort to cover your nakedness. I again rub my crotch as you put the teddy on. 

"Damn, you're hot, I can't wait to have you." You run toward the door screaming and I grab you and throw you on to the bed again. Pushing your face into the pillow again, I lean over and whisper in your ear, 

"What did I say about screaming? Do it again and you won't like what I do." 

You begin to quietly sob and I pull out a pair of handcuffs that were in my pocket. 

"But, just to make sure, I'd better use these." Pulling your arms behind your back I lock your wrists in the handcuffs while you continue to cry and beg me to stop. 

I laugh and say, "Not yet, baby, the best is yet to come." and I take off my shirt while straddling your back. Pulling you up, I drag you to the chair in the corner and throwing you in it, order you not to move. You begin to cry more and shake your head when you see me take off my pants and see my cock standing at attention, gorged with blood and rock hard. 

"Do you like what you see, cunt?" I ask, as I stand naked before you. The tears are running down your face as I pull you out of the chair and force you to your knees. Sitting in the chair, I say, 

"Take me in your mouth, bitch, I want to feel your lips sucking my dick." You shake your head defiantly, so I pull your face up to my crotch.

"Don't you like the smell of my manhood? Now take me, suck me." Forcing your head down, you are forced to take my cock in your mouth. I hear you gag as you taste my musky cock, feel it slide over your tongue and down into your throat. You struggle against the cuffs and try to pull away, but my hands force your head up and down my swollen shaft. I moan at the feel of your soft lips and wet tongue against my cock, "Damn, bitch, that feels so good." Pulling your head off, I say, "Now kiss it, lick it, make love to my cock." Trembling, you slowly lean over and kiss the tip of my cock and then lightly lick it. 

"You can do better than that, whore!" Holding your hair, I run your face further into my crotch as your tongue slides along the entire base of my shaft, from tip to balls. 

"That's more like it", I moan as I look down to see your body trembling as you continue to suck my dick. 

Taking your face in my hands, I order, "Now, blow me, bitch, I want you to suck me dry." Before you can react, I force your mouth back on to my cock, shoving my entire cock deep in your mouth. You gag again as my dick slides deep down your throat. Grabbing your hair, I force your head to ride up and down my cock, faster, deeper. With my other hand, I reach over to cup one of your breasts, feeling your nipple underneath the silky softness of the teddy. Becoming more aroused, I rip the teddy top off you and see your beautiful breasts swaying with the motion of your face as it continues to suck my cock. 

Pulling your face back, I say, "No more force here, I want you to want to suck me. Your choice, suck me or not." You shake your head violently.

"No", you cry, so I reach down and grabbing a nipple, twist it hard. You yelp in pain and I say, "Want to reconsider?" Laughing, I watch as you willingly lower your mouth on to my cock as my hands begin to massage your breasts and tweak your nipples feeling them grow hard under my touch. My breath begins to grow rapid as I feel your tender mouth milking the cum from my cock. Feeling my orgasm approach, I grab your hair and push you back and stand up. 

Taking my cock in my hand, I begin to stroke it furiously and pulling your face close, say, 

"I'm going to cum on that beautiful face of yours." 

You try to pull away, but my hand is wrapped tight in your hair and forces you to face me. Finally, with a roar, I explode. I look down to see my first shot hits you in the right cheek, the second wad of jizz smacks you in the forehead, the third lands around your mouth and the last lands in your hair. 

Your eyes are tightly closed as I continue to beat my meat forcing out all the dregs of cum unto you. Spent, I release my cock and smear the cum all over your face.

"Look at the mess you made, slut, clean it up. Lick my cock clean." Forcing you back down, I make you take my cum covered cock in your mouth and force you to lick the cum from my cock. 

"Do you like the taste, cunt? Don't tell me you don't." 

You spit out some cum onto the rug, gagging as you try to expel the taste of my seed. I reach down and, grabbing the torn remnants of your teddy top, wipe your face clean of the cum. Pushing you to the floor, I lay next to you. You try to squirm away, but I force you back down. Leaning over, I take a nipple in my mouth, swirling it with my tongue, sucking and nibbling it to hardness. 

My hand reaches down and I slide my fingers under your teddy bottom and begin to massage your clit. You cry out and I cover your mouth with my other hand. Your muffled moans are all I hear as I continue to suck your nipples. My fingers continue to rub your clit and I feel you growing wet. Your breath grows ragged as you again struggle to get away. 

"You know you love it, whore." and I smile as I see your body begin to undulate with the motions of my fingers. Your wetness grows and I feel your juices on my fingers. Your panties soon become sodden with your unwanted lust. But, I notice your struggles have stopped and you do nothing but lay there as I rub you to climax. I remove my hand from your mouth to hear your pants of desire. Your legs are spread wide as I alternate between rubbing your clit and sliding my fingers deep in and out of your pussy. 

Finally, you cry out as you orgasm. Your legs close around my hand and you gasp as your climax overwhelms you. You continue to moan as your waves of passion diminish, then you begin to cry as you feel the shame and guilt of being forced to orgasm against your will with a man who isn't your husband. Pulling my fingers free, I slowly I lick your juices off each finger.

"Damn, you taste good, slut." Grabbing you, I pull you up and toss you on the bed. 

"Please stop, please", you whimper. 

"Baby, we've only just begun." 

Reaching into my bag, I pull out another set of handcuffs. Flipping you over on to your stomach, I unlock one of the cuffs on your hands. Flipping you back over on your back, I take the open end of the handcuff and lock it against the steel railing of the headboard. You beat on me with your free hand, but I shake it off and taking the other set of handcuffs, lock it around your free wrist and then to the headboard. Now, your hands are locked in handcuffs that are attached to the headboard. 

Looking down at you, I can't help but admire your perfect body and lick my lips in anticipation of what is to come. Moving to the foot of the bed, I reach down and grab your soaking panties and slide them down. I love the silky softness of your stockings against your legs and can't help but notice your pussy hairs are slick wet with your cum. In defiance, you scream for help.

Covering your mouth with my hand, I say, "I told you, bitch, no screaming. Guess I'll have to do something about that." I grab a roll of duct tape from my bag and remove my hand from your mouth. Taking your teddy panties, I force them into your mouth and tearing off a strip of tape cover your mouth with it. You gag as you taste your own cum on the panties in your mouth. 

"See how good you taste, whore, can you taste your shame, your lust?" 

I laugh as you cry at the indignity of having to taste your own sex. Moving to the foot of the bed, I lean down and forcing your legs apart, I lower my face down between your legs and give you one huge lick from my tongue running it up and down your pussy. You attempt to pull away, but I pull you back. 

"Come here, whore, I need to suck you." 

Slowly, I begin to lick your pussy. Wrapping my hands around your legs, I run my hands up and down your thighs feeling the silky smoothness of your skin and the satin softness of your stockings. Plunging my tongue deep, I feel you recoil as my tongue probes your womanhood. Your musky scent and sweet taste drive me wild with desire and I feel myself growing hard again. Forcing your legs down, I look up to see your head thrown back, your hands balled into fists as my tongue again forces your passion to the surface. Your slit is wide open as I again plunge my face deep into your snatch. 

Roughly, I run my tongue up and down the lips of your sweet pussy, alternating between sucking you, and licking and lightly biting your thighs. The power of bringing you to orgasm against your will is overwhelming to me and I begin to concentrate on your clit. Licking, biting, sucking it, I feel it grow hard. 

Your screams again turn to muffled moans as you again orgasm. I open my mouth wide to accept all of your lust juices. Pulling your legs together, I hold them against my head as your cum runs into my mouth and down my face and chin. After you have stopped moving, I rise up and wipe my face on the bed sheet. 

"Damn, bitch, I thought I was going to drown in your cum." 

Walking to the table, I look through your bag and grabbing the oil, say, 

"This is what I want." 

I squeeze some on my hands and begin to rub the oil on your body, starting with your stomach and working my way up to your tits, rubbing the oil all over. You begin to moan as you feel the warming action of the oil begin to work on you. Taking more oil, I slowly slather it on my now rock hard dick and balls, feeling the warming of the oil feed my lust for you. 

Straddling you, I slide my cock between your breasts, the oil on your tits and my cock allowing our skin to slide together. Pushing your tits against my dick, I use my thumbs to massage your nipples as I continue to fuck your tits. You look away and have your eyes closed as your tits harden under my touch. 

The feel of your soft skin against my cock and balls is electric and I have to stop, lest I cum on your chest and I don't want to do that. Coating my fingers with more oil, I reach back and force them into your twat. Again, you moan and you open and close your legs as the oil warms your pussy. 

Laughing, I say, "Feel good? Want some more?" as I force more oil in your pussy and rub some on your clit. Standing, I rub more of the oil on my cock and balls. My cock is now ramrod straight. 

"Now it's my turn, whore." 

Realizing what is coming, you try to scream and move away, but I lower myself on to you, forcing your legs apart. Taking my cock in my hand, I lower myself into you, feeling the warm softness of your pussy envelop my cock as I slide my dick in you. You continue to scream as I slide in and out of you, but all you can manage are muffled sounds, the gag cutting your screams out. Placing my hands on each side of your face, I force your head to face forward and order you to open your eyes. 

"I want you to see me enjoy every second of my fucking you. Watch me moan and gasp as I fuck your goddamn pussy, bitch." 

Crying, you watch my face twist in pleasure as my rhythm increases, my thrusts growing harder and deeper. Tears of shame run down your face and over my hands still holding your head forward. 

"Why are you crying, cunt? Wasn't it your intention to have a hard cock inside you tonight? I'm just helping you realize that fantasy." 

My thrusts become more frenzied and my breath comes in ragged gasps as your tight pussy milks my cock. 

"Wrap your legs around me. I want to feel your legs wrapped around my ass, now." 

I smile as I feel your legs surround my ass, your stockings soft against my skin, my shaft sliding ever deeper into you. The only sounds in the room are my gasps of pleasure, your cries of shame, guilt, and lust, and the squishing sounds of our sex, made louder by your flowing juices and the oil on our flesh. 

My loins are on fire and the only thought I have is that I need to fuck my woman. The bed creaks and rocks with our motion as I continue to fuck you at a frenzied pace, my cock sliding deep in you, pulling almost all the way out and plunging into you again. 

Leaning down, I take a nipple in my mouth, sucking and biting it as I continue to pound your twat, then doing the same to the other. Finally, I raise my head and whisper, 

"Baby, I'm going to cum in you now." 

You make one final feeble attempt to stop me, but with one final thrust, I explode inside you. I cry out in ecstasy as my seed shoots deep in you. Our motion continues as my cock continues to spew its milky white cum into your wet, tight pussy. My face is buried in your neck as my passion subsides.

Spent, I roll over to catch my breath and mutter, 

"God damn, bitch, but you are a good lay."

As I unlock the handcuffs, you coo, "Well, I should hope so, lover, heaven knows we've done this enough on these business trips. My husband is beginning to wonder why I have to attend every trip with my boss."

"Maybe if he fucked you like the slut you are, he wouldn't have to wonder."

Taking you in my arms and feeling your soft skin, I feel my cock growing harder.

"So, what shall we try next? Doctor-nurse?"



Uninvited Night Guest



Darkness in the room only showed the gray shadows of the curtains and black shadows of the entrance to the kitchen and hallway. The old man had been sitting for a while on the sofa with his back to the window. His chest heaved with the inhale. Then, his belly pumped vigorously churning the held in breath in his stomach.

Clarence had been doing advanced pranayama yoga for about an hour. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness. He knew the place of everything anyway from the years that his apartment had slowly aged and become an old bachelor's home. His right pinky finger closed the left nostril and shot fiery air out of his right nostril. According to ancient scriptures, stimulating the right nostril is good for hunting, martial art, as well as defecating.

As he lowered his hand onto his lap, his eyes followed the hand in the half light. The hand was skinny. Then, the slenderness was youthful and attractive. Now, the slenderness looked frail and consumed. Invisible, yet he knew were the blotches of age freckles. They always made him sad as a reminder of the lost youth that he would never get back. Those moments of running and cajoling were spent so quick and thoughtlessly.

Behind him, the floorboard sounded a soft stump. At first, it seemed like a neighbor was passing. However, the neighbor's food steps were always focused and swift. Another step outside, he could hear the hollow wood of his door being touched. The barely visible shadow of the door opening was in his eye corners. He froze from shock. He was used to suspending his breath for minutes at a time from the yogic breathing exercises.

A small stature stepped silent like an Indian into the room. The hooded shadow walked straight for the desk. Hands shuffled items on his desk. The movements were round and feminine. The method was systematic one piece at a time rather than like an experienced thief straight for the typical honey pot hiding spot. He remembered the handcuffs in the top right drawer.

With the help of his walking cane, he pushed himself on his feet silently. One step at a time, he stalked the thief. The thief's movement had something playful about them like a young person. Silently, he kept his breath in check by constricting his throat. The slow breathing calmed his heart, except for the occasionally spurt of energetic bum-bum. The tension was most visible in the coldness of his skin. The adrenaline had cut off all blood flow to his extremities. His arms felt cold and sweaty.

The thief was unaware in the darkness of being a step away from home owner. He patiently waited for her to reach the top right drawer. The thief even noticed the handcuffs and placed them on the desk, as if to take them later as loot. With a swift hand, he swiped the hand cuffs, pushed the hand cuff levers through to open them, and clasped the thief's hands in the handcuffs behind the back.

With the arms disabled, the fight was equal between the old man and the young thief. The shaky hands of the old man tried to grab the soft sweater. The thief turned and twisted, yet had no plan. The old man had a plan. And, little by little his pulls and pushes moved the rambunctious thief into the hallway and finally into the bathroom. With the small bathroom window for privacy, the thief was helplessly punching with the shoulder into the darkness.

The old man however knew exactly where to feel the doorknob for the cabinet with the rope from his kinky past. He put one rope loop around the leg beneath the knee. The thief's body struggled vigorously. However, patiently like a boa, he waited for his chance to place another loop of rope around the leg neatly right next to the previous rope loop. Then, he connected the rope loops with rope loops that he made above the knee. The leg was now locked into a completely flexed position.

Immobilizing the other knee was much easier. The thief was more constricted and started to tire. He moved only faster laying the bondage. The final move was to roll the thief onto the belly. From there, he placed the underarms next to each other to place loops of rolls across both underarms. He carefully left a one inch gap between the arms. Later, he placed loops of rope crosswise over the rope loops in the middle. Thus the original rope loops tightened their noose.

During struggle, he had identified the thief further. Once, his flat hand had landed on her belly with the sweater pulled away. The skin had been soft and warm. Beneath the skin were small and strong muscles from regular workouts. Once, her fleshy butt had pushed him abruptly in the face during the wrestling. Another time, short hair had hit him on the chin almost like a soft shaving brush. He had a young woman captured in his bathroom.

He pulled the two rope ends from her wrist over each shoulder to pull her arms high into an even more locked position. He was careful not keep her throat free to not endanger her. Then, he fiddled the rope through her armpits to bondage her boobs with a long run above and a long run beneath her breast. Why he did that, he didn't know. He did it, because he could. He was taking advantage of the situation.

Finally, he placed a strip of gray duct tape over her mouth from the first aid kit. Then, with the door closed, he turned on the light. She was a black woman in her mid twenties. Her cheeks were colored with pink make-up on the cheeks. The color looked artificial. However, black women get away with artificial colors. Their dark skin makes color attractive. She looked sexy with her pink cheeks and the vibrantly blue eye shadow. Her hair was a short two inch buzz cut. Every hair stood straight up like a thick broom. The tips were colored in a light blue.

Her eyes were black and gloated with the anger of a wild animal being freshly captured. She had a ghetto look on her face. Her body was, small compact, and trained. Her pants looked freshly bought and neat. They had the look of a cheap store like American Eagle. However, they looked good on her tight body.

He towered over her in an old Docker khaki with tears at the knee and stretched wife beater undershirt. He was tall for his age. His hair was radiantly white and combed back. His eyes were bleached pure and blue by a long life. His cheekbones were high. He looked down at her pensively.

With the last piece of rope, he tied the knee bondage to her hip and pulled the knees apart. The young woman lay spread eagled with bent knees on her back on top of her tightly bond arms. She gave up her struggle, because she could only do stomach crunches.

He braised himself on the bathroom counter, "I want you to nod for every other person that is out there with you."

The thief shook her head vigorously with her hair flying.

Clarence kneeled onto her bicep with his sharp, skinny, old knee. He felt her soft bicep. She screamed a voiceless scream under her duct taped mouth. The duct tape ballooned a little under the powerful scream. Tears ran down the outsides of her eyes. He lifted the knee.

"Now, not to tell me how many of your thug friends are robbing an old man."

She shook her head again, this time under heaving shrieks.

"So be it."

He left her in the darkness of the closed bathroom. With Ninja silence, he retrieved the handheld Taser from his nightstand and threw on a shirt. Creeping along the shadow of the outside wall, he left through the back gate.

The street was empty under the single lazy street light like every night, except for a plumber's van with green and yellow signs. A slogan promised, "We repair what your husband fixed." Visible in the side mirror, was a black young man with puffy cheeks and a black French beret hat. An elbow in a blue shirt rested on the rolled down window holding a lit cigarette.

He slowly walked towards the van leaning heavier on his cane then before. The other hand waved in the air at the driver: "You can't park here. You get towed away. That neighbor always calls the cops, that wench. The tow truck driver always gives her a twenty, that cheap wench. I don't like her doing that. That's why I am telling you, before they are here."

While talking, he had covered the whole way to stand next to the driver window. The driver sat there with an open mouth and leaned forward to scan the neighboring windows. The old man appearance always disarmed people. People always let their guard down, when they see an old man with wrinkled skin that divides the cheeks into flabs. He reached his head inside of the window and started looking around curiously.

"C'mon man, you can't be sniffing around in my van. Get your head out, weird old man."

The driver always smiled warmly like telling a puppy to let go of a sleeper. It had only been a ruse to get close to the driver's body. He snapped the Taser at the driver's neck and zapped him. The load click-clack of tens of thousands of volts convulsing through the driver's body sounded harshly. Under the uncontrolled convulsion, the driver drunkenly managed to push his hand into Clarence's direction once before sinking into sweet nothing.

Clarence dragged the body into the back of the van. He tied the man's ankles together and tied that to his throat. The man's body was bending backwards by the pull like taught bow. He tied the man's hands. It always felt weird to tie man. There was the strange intimacy of getting so close and personal with somebody. However, he had no mercy for male criminals. He left the man in a stress position that was sure to torment the man, when he would get back up.

Sweeping the front of the building, he ensured that nobody else was hiding. He jump-hobbled at the garbage cans like someone was hiding behind it. He apprehended a few more shadows before feeling assured that it was only two of them.

Inside the house, he grabbed the young woman under her shoulder and dragged her to his desk. Feeling her frame, he remembered how small and soft the bodies of young women are. He had forgotten in his ten years of abstinence after his wife had died. Bending forward, he smelled her hair. Clean orange scent filled his nostrils.

In the light of his living room, he looked at her on the floor. He was sitting in his office chair with the metal wire glasses on. Her face and body was that of a ghetto beauty. All the white women in his neighborhood had great bodies according to the specs: The personal trainers shaped the muscles, the yoga instructor gave them a serene look, the cosmetic surgeons lifted and raised the breasts, and the expensive boutiques covered their bodies in luxuries fabrics.

However, beneath the pretty lacquer, he could see their boring and bitchy lives. Whenever he took a real look at them walking down the street, it made the core of his being shiver to find so much emotional distortion and pain inside those human vessels. This young woman however had done expertly with her simple funds. The clothing and makeup was evidently cheap, yet made her alluring. Her taught cheeks and darting eyes were full of vitality and the punch that was required facing a ghetto world full of obstacles. He instantly loved her.

"Do you know a Bobby?" asked he rhetorically. Then, he waved the outside man's driver license in front of her face. The young woman erupted in shrieks of anger. Her eyes glowed. Her nose wrinkled and made her look like a panther.

He chuckled at the display of emotion. How young and inexperienced, did he think to himself. The woman acted like she was caught in a children's play. The woman did not properly assess her situation and prioritize threats. He liked her. The evening wasn't going to be another dull, lonely night after all.

"I won't hurt you. I want to take the tape of your mouth, so that we can talk. If you scream, we put it right back on. Nod, if you are going to be quiet."

She nodded with a new submissiveness. Her eyes showed more white than before. He paused for a moment considering isopropyl to dissolve the glue in the tape to make it less painful. Then, he realized that the isopropyl would leave residue that the police could use as evidence that he had crossed the line of home defense.

So, he ripped the duct tape. The skin pulled away from her face in long strings, because it liked sticking to the duct tape more than to the face. The young woman huffed with a red face to suppress the scream of pain. The sticky side of the duct tape had an imprint of her fruity lip stick and pale concealer makeup.

"What did you do to Bobby?" hissed the young woman with unabashed poison.

"Oh," chuckled Clarence, "Bobby will be sore for a few days, but he is fine. Is he your little love bird?"

"My hommie is none of your business."

"That is a yes, alright."

He picked up his cherished clipboard from the desk. It was a metal clip board. It made a loud clack, when he opened the cover. With his legs crossed and the pen at the ready, he started interrogating her.

"What is your name?" said he harshly and with authority.

"I am not talking to you or the police," said the young woman. She pouted her voluptuous Negro lips even more. The shape of her lips was very sexy.

"We can always do it the other way," stated Clarence dryly.

He rolled her to the side. With her tight bondage, moving her was as easy as using the right levers of her limbs. He felt her big ass that lusciously filled her pants. He slipped his fingers right next to it into her back pockets to pull out her ID. During the turn, the sweater moved again. He saw the low scar on her bellow from a c-section. Ghetto kids and unwanted pregnancies, though he to himself. His eyes traced along the bumpy scar.

"Jessyca, 24 years old, a Scorpio. I better watch out for that stinger."

He neatly clipped the ID on the clip board.

"Tell me about your robbing plan, the whole thing, from the surveillance to the sales of my goods."

Jessyca pressed her lips together and rolled her lips inside. Her belly started heaving with over arousal. The adrenaline was wearing off and the panic was setting in. Her eyes turned glassy. Her body started shivering. He pulled himself away from watching panic ravish through her body. He got on the floor behind her.

"Take deep long breaths. That will calm you down. Breathe into my hand."

He placed his hand where her belly button was approximately. And, then he breathed loud breaths to guide her. At first she rebelled taking her breath exact oppositely. However, after five breaths, she followed his lead. And, the soothing relaxation made him follow his direction eagerly. The last pushed breaths rushed out of her and then she relaxed her back into his other arm that was holding her up. She let herself go and cuddle into his arm. She even closed her eyes.

"That's good girl. Once you are calm, your mind will help you see clearly."

While she calmly almost napped on the floor, he made a hot coco with steamed cream on top. He spiked it with upscale vodka that was too smooth to be tasted over the thick chocolate and extra spoon of sugar.

"Here, Jessyca, have some coco. It will help you calm down."

Her mouth eagerly spouted forward, when he offered her the cup to her lips.

"Ew, tastes like old people's medicine."

"Well, I am an old man. And, that's the brand that we all used to buy back then."

Jessica's eyes looked around the room. A bookshelf had five medals stuck on a pillow. Next to it were faded black and white photos of lads in uniform smiling."

"What are all those medals? Are you army? I served in the army."

"See kiddo, with a calm head, you are already thinking about befriending the enemy. Yes, I was a green beret. And, I served proudly every single day, except for one."

"What happened that day?"

He looked at her boobs under the sweater. He could not see the shape under the thick fabric. However, his mind feverishly tried to imagine the delicate chocolate mounds beneath.

"Well, I was repairing rifles in a backroom. Those rifles were worth one hundred pops on the black market. That was quite a heap of money then. I thought that taking a few parts here and there, I could make extra rifles without anyone knowing. The sergeant always through the incoming parts which such carelessness on the ground."

"However, the sergeant was not a slouch. He kept track of every single part. And, I was court martialed for theft. I am really glad for it though."

"Gran pa, how could you be glad about a dishonorable discharge."

"Well, the bus home was a long trip, a very long trip. This fella next to me started telling me about Jesus. At first, I thought it was bull crap. However, as the miles dragged on, it dawned on me that my life was a waste. And, I welcomed the savior into my heart. That was the turning point in my life. On that trip, we made a big list of all my sins. And, I went to all the people on the list one by one to ask for forgiveness and do repair."

"You crazy mother fucker have tied me down for a bible sermon?"

He smiled benevolently: "Let out your resistance. It is the devil talking. Jesus holds out his hands and he wants to take your burden. All the guilt about the things you did. All the heaviness of your hard life, he wants to take care of you. Humor me. Tell me something that you feel guilty about."

"I feel guilty about popping you one in the head, once I get out of here."

"I see the fierceness in your eyes. In your world, you have to fight a lot to survive. I feel that. And, to survive, you have to push down the feelings of regret, or you can't keep moving forward anymore. That scar on your belly. Did your baby survive?"

Tears welled in her eyes listening to him recount the feelings of her life.

"Charlie died. Died. Vishay popped me with a brick. She popped me over nothing, over pulling on her golden necklace. The doctor did an emergency c-section. Charlie was born blue. Blue. I have never seen a human that blue."

She cried and sobbed in his arms. He caressed her cheeks and hair soothingly. Her skin and her felt so soft and youthful. He looked down at her chocolate colored skin with the hues showing luxuriously in the light. Her whole body cradled itself into his other arm holding her. A slow erection moved in his pants.

"Dear lord, please forgive Jessyca for her carelessness. I lay before you her love for her child and her innocence. You died for her to take the weight of her shoulders. We give you her guilt for her son Charlie."

Her face warmed and calmed with the soothing voice of Clarence.

"The first time, we broke into a home, there was this woman. She was not supposed to be there. She was. She rushed at us. I popped her in the face with my elbow. She fell awkwardly. The image of her unable to get up and crying at me for help with her nose slowly bleeding drop by drop onto the floor with bright red blood. Every week, one night, I dream about that face."

"Dear lord, Jessyca has done terrible wrong to a wonderful woman, one of your beloved children. Out of the depth of her heart, she wishes for forgiveness for what is unforgivable. With your endless love, lord, please take her into your bosom."

She had this look on her face of clarity after a big emotional release. With each confession, she grew warmer and peaceful. She gave him her trust deeper and deeper. She listened to him explain about forgiveness, gods love, and meeting all the people that she had hurt or harmed. He diligently made a list of deeds, robberies, and names for her. And, the softer, warmer, and unguarded she became the hornier and more aroused did he become. His mouth was filled with sweet saliva. His penis was glowing sensuous warmth into his body.

"You seem like a good woman. I will make you a deal. I will drive you to the police station. And, you will confess yourself to the crimes. If you confess to all the crimes that you did on your own, I will let you get off this one. It will look good on you to come in out of your will, rather than me calling the police."




Uninvited Night Guest



She nodded with a relieved smile and understanding of her responsibility. The weight of the emotionally intense night drawing on dropped off her. The idea of being with cops that had to follow the law was soothing to her.

"There is only the matter of the memory card. I really need that memory card. Where did you hide it?"

Her eyes popped open with fear. He looked at her intently with the hand stretched out.

"I really need that memory card. Was all this confessing only a show to lull me?"

"I don't have one." Her mouth popped open wide with spit, teeth, and tongue showing expressively that she didn't have it. "Maybe, it fell on the floor. Could you look?"

"It's not on the floor. I will search you."

With that, he manhandled her, pulled on her clothes, and fondled her body. He indiscriminately grabbed her boobs, felt her ass, squooshed her mouth between his fingers. Then, he adjusted the ropes to pull off her pants and sweater until she was lying in her underwear with her legs tied together in an almost corps like position. The arms were behind her neck pushing out the chest and boobs. There was no memory card. It had been a ruse of plausible deniability to search her.

His lungs were breathing harshly. He read her body from the toes to the face. Her toes were painted with turquoise polish and yellow flowers. The sensuous arches her small feet were delicious. The skin on her legs was so smooth that he could make out no skin sells. It was like satin covered her legs. The briefs were pink with lace and tiny bow at the front, barely covering her well formed thighs.

Her boobs were small in diameter yet full round balls in a purple bra. He looked down at her snatch. Her pubic bone was delicate and clearly curved the panties. That panty was a thin, almost non-existent fabric that clearly showed the bone structure beneath of the pubic bone. Beneath, there would be a neatly shaved snatch with smooth vulva. Her vaginal tube would be moderately moist from regularly daily constantly flowing lubrication. He could sink his large white penis with the age spots into it. It would be so easy. It was a two feet from his hands. A little slide to the side of the panties, and his penis would slide in so smoothly, the glorious act.

She looked at him placid, submissively with a face asking for forgiveness and help to show him that she was no longer bad and really did not have the memory card. The old man must have been mistaken and righteously upset at her. She honestly did not want to commit another sin.

He bit his lip hard. He realized that he had gotten carried away. He clearly felt the lust in him. He realized that he had crossed the line of justifiable action for home defense. Raping that woman, no matter how delicious she seemed, would land him in prison with serious charges. He bit his lip harder to steady himself in.

They sat in silence. She looked at him with hurt and pleading eyes, her body laying soft, open, and submissively for the taken. He struggled with his inner demons, the temptation that was so strong and easy in front of him, and the terrible consequences that were so distant and abstract.

His eyes kept looking at the mound on her pelvis, the spot where the pelvis curved from the flat belly to beneath and where the shape separated into two valleys of her vulva. It was so tempting under that thin fabric.

Pretending like he had thought of ways to hide the memory card, he said, "You have to hide it right on your body." He felt his sentence was spoken as an unconvincing actor.

He fingered her mouth to look under her tongue and in the cheek pockets. She willingly opened her mouth and let him search her. The trust had been so strong. Because of her emotional release and relaxation, her mouth was full of saliva that painted a shiny film on his index finger. His boner was raging hard in his pants.

Then, he took off her bra. He felt her nipples. Her face clenched for a second. To continue the pretense, he felt the edge of her bra diligently, while really he was trying to sniff the soft smell of her tender boobs emanating from the bra cups.

He tenderly pulled the panties down with their skinny fabric. The great Christmas gift had been as gorgeous as he had imagined it. The skin had been diligently shaved around her coochie. The vulvas were beautiful trim, youthful lips. The inside vulvas showed just a bit to tease. And, they were glistening from daily secretion. He inhaled deeply. He could smell the clean scent of her vagina.

Overcome by temptation and titillation for bliss being so close, his mind blanked. He had wanted to pretend a cavity search on her vagina. However, he just plunged his big penis into her. It went in smoothly before either of them realized that they were fucking. It had been so unreal like a holiday tropical island showing outside the doors of a home in Maine.

He started fucking her in and out. She was too drained from the night to put up a fight. She somewhere had started trusting him too much. Too many unexpected things had happened that night to start accepting all the unusual things without resistance. She submitted to her raping.

He fucked her passionately. Her warm, small, juicy, and young naked body curved onto his old, bony skin. She mechanically responded to his deep and passionate tongue kisses. Their tongues filled with more sweet saliva. He fondled her back, ears, breast, and ass. He caressed and pinched her nipples erotically. Her body half responded to all the erotic stimuli with receptive movement and fuzzy good feelings.

Her tight pussy milked his large penis. Her hips gently received each one of his strokes with a little bent forward. His penis head touched her cervix with each stroke. She almost whispered 'take me.'

Then, big goops of semen that had been building all night from his constant erection were sputtering into her black body. She kissed him deeply one last time. Then, he lay there languid. His mind started working again. He realized that he had committed rape. He realized the prison term for it. He realized that despite the ease of it all, he had committed rape. At the same time, he still felt the coziness and happiness for sexual intimacy with the young woman that his heart, that had turned stone years ago, so much longed for to come back alive.

A rational thought told him to rape her again, because he may as well get the most out of spending the rest of his life behind bars. However, emotionally he felt so disgusted with himself. All the guilt that had been wiped away by horniness crashed over him. He began sobbing like a little child. And, he rolled his body off her.

His shaky fingers started untying her knots. His whole body was curled over. Tears streamed down his face. She was regaining her cover. Her face took back the tough façade that she usually wore, as she felt the upper hand. She got silently dressed. She thought about popping the old guy in the head. However, there was something about guilt and forgiveness that she experienced that night that made her hold back.

Before she stepped into the dawn light, she turned in the doorway back to the tall old man crying in a fetal position: "Welcome to another day in the hood!"



Uninvited



"Not much. Mostly work stuff. I've been traveling a lot lately." Grace chuckled softly, "I often tell my friends that I don't have time for a boyfriend."

James' heart leapt, "No boyfriend? Surely you mean you don't have time to spend with your boyfriend."

"No. I don't have one. Let's just say I'm a bit too much for them."

"Oh come now, surely..."

Grace halted and looked at him, eyes wide, "There is no surely, James. It seems I'm not the type men look for." For a split second, James saw bitterness in her eyes. Thinking back to that day in Kara's library, he realized that Grace was the only one not coupled with anyone in the picture. It's a shame she doesn't have a man in her life, Kara said. 

James took her hand, "Aren't you being a little hard on yourself?"

Grace looked down, feeling his eyes on her. What was that she saw in them? Longing? Did he figure out her secret desire for him? All day, she had masked herself and tried to just be next to him. A moment ago, he somehow tapped into the one thing that made her feel vulnerable. She knew now that he was taking notice of her. But why did the one thing she want scare her?

"Grace?" James squeezed her hand in his own. She had fallen silent and he became frightened. Did he hit a nerve? Had he closed the door on his chance? He took her other hand as well. "Gracie, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, James. I, uh," she sputtered trying to find her words. Looking back up, she wondered if his eyes had ever left her. Now that she had his attention, she couldn't bear it. "I'm just not good at taking compliments. Thank you." She removed her hands from his grasp. Before he could protest, she began walking again, "We'd better get in. Dinner will be ready soon."

James stood in the garden and watched her disappear into the shadows of sunset and into the house. In that short thirty seconds, both James and Grace thought they would die from the ache in their hearts.

Grace was pretty subdued at dinner. James figured he was crowding her, so he took a seat at the opposite end of the table. Except for a few minor cracks at a political figure, she kept to herself. She excused herself from the table saying that she was tired. After wishing everyone good night, Grace stood under the warm shower and tried to make sense of it all. So far, James was everything she had imagined and more. Now she was running scared. Deep down she knew he was what she wanted. Logical Grace kept popping up and reminding her of the age difference and the fact that up until today, James was a silhouette in her mind. Why am I being so damned cautious? Grace flopped down onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. Okay, so what? He's older. Big deal. James obviously felt something for her. She saw the hurt look in his face as she broke away from him in the garden. She also knew that James made her feel different. Falling into a fitful sleep, Grace continued to fight within.

The next morning brought new hope to James. Last night, he felt like an idiot prowling just outside Grace's door after everyone had gone to bed. He desperately wanted to mend whatever fence he broke with her, but couldn't bring himself to knock on the door. What was he going to do? She distanced herself after their sunset walk, as if terrified of him. Stalking back to his room, James made up his mind. Their moment in the garden showed him what he needed to do. He would chase Grace, even if it cost him everything.

After morning services in the family chapel, Mia announced that she was going into town to shop. This prompted the household to agree and spend a day in the village of Falmouth. As large as the party was, three cars were commandeered in order to transport everyone. Kara and Grace quickly rounded up the children and portioned them off amongst the vehicles. When it came time to depart, all that was left was for Kara and Grace to strap in. James moved to the young women standing in the driveway. "Okay ladies, there are two seats left. One seat in Nathan's van and one in the Mustang with me. Kara, why don't you..."

"Why don't you go ahead and ride with James, Grace?" Grace did not reply and James' heart sank. Kara grabbed Grace's arm. "I need to keep an eye on my rug rats anyway. You two enjoy the drive down!" Before Grace could protest any further, Kara bolted and got into the van with her parents. 

James stared at his niece. Was he mistaken, or did she just wink at him while pushing her best friend towards him? Kara stuck her head out of the car window and yelled. "Hey, don't do anything I wouldn't do Uncle Jamie!"

James made a mental note to leave a sizeable chunk of money to Kara when he died. Turning back around, he caught the vision that was Grace. Today, she wore a pale yellow sun dress and a pair of white ballerina flats. As far as James was concerned, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. 

"Well, Gracie. I guess it's just us." 

"It would seem that way, wouldn't it?"

"Listen, I don't know why you took off out of the garden. But whatever it was, I'm sorry." James opened the door to the car as a gesture of peace. "I enjoy your company and I hope you can forgive me. Now, let's go enjoy the town, okay?"

A smile spread across Grace's face. Hopping into the convertible, she commented, "There's nothing to forgive James. Besides, how can I refuse a ride in a classic like this?" 

Falmouth's scenery was perfect. As they cruised down the road, James pointed out the cranberry farms that made the area famous. Grace, wind in her hair, admired the houses and historical monuments on the way. James was gracious enough to stop for a moment along the coast so she could snap a picture of a lighthouse in the bay. They caught up with the rest of their party in the town center. After a light lunch at the Coonamessett Inn, the group split up and shopped. 

James and Grace ended up walking around with Mia and Nathan in and out of the various stores and boutiques. Straggling behind them, James told Grace about his childhood and growing up during summers at the Cape. Grace thrilled in hearing about his life and accepted his hand when he offered it to her to hold while crossing the street. In comfortable companionship, they traveled down the sunny streets of the village. At one point, Mia and Grace wandered into a local jewelry shop while James and Nathan haggled with an old family friend for a couple of cigars in a shop next door.

Mia was contemplating a bracelet, when Nathan wrapped his arms around her saying, "Whatever you want Mia dearest, you deserve it." Grace watched the light in Mia's eyes dance as she showed the bracelet to her husband.  I hope that I can be that happy one day, she thought turning to a nearby case of necklaces.

"Is there anything that catches your eye, Miss?" The clerk was in the process of opening the case. Grace shook her head.

"Oh no, I was just-"

"She was just trying to decide what she wants," James' deep, resonant voice startled her from behind. Catching herself, she turned to him. His hazel eyes were on her face, "Well, Gracie, pick something. My treat."

"I-I, oh, I couldn't." Turning back around, she stared at the clerk as if to ask for his help in getting her out of this situation. James was insistent.

"You have helped me out of so many times this year. This is the least I could do for you." He stood next to her and touched her arm, "Please, Grace. You will insult me if you don't." Electricity shot up her arm where he touched her. The look on his face was quite sincere, and Grace felt her heart melt. Her eyes scanned the glass case. Looking from item to item, Grace couldn't decide. She was trying very hard not to abuse his generosity and hoped to stall long enough to find an excuse not to buy anything. 

"Choose something Grace," he said putting his arm around her and then letting go. "Make an old man happy, will you?"

"You are hardly old James Owens," Mia chimed in. She and Nathan had completed their purchases. "Possibly insane, but not old. And what are you two up to?"

"I simply want to give Grace a token of my thanks for all her help. But she seems to think that none of it is deserved."

"Oh Gracie, you are too sweet." Mia leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Let him do what he wants, honey. You deserve it." A coy look developed on Mia's face. "Well, you two duke it out. Nathan and I are going to meet up with the rest of the group and head back to the house. We'll see you at dinner!" Grace helplessly watched as Mia and Nathan took off, leaving her alone with James.

James nudged her, "Well, I'm waiting." Grace looked up at him. His eyes pleading with her silently. Taking his hand, she turned back to the glass case. In the very corner, she spotted it. On a thin sterling silver chain it hung. 

She pointed to the object. "That one. The little silver starfish in the corner."

"Excellent choice, Miss," the clerk remarked. The clerk and James quickly worked to finish the sale. In no time, they were out on the street again heading back to the car. On the way back, James went inside the local grocery to pick up a bottle of wine for dinner. Grace told him that she would meet him at the car a block up.

When she got into the car, she opened the bag from the jewelry store and took out the box. Grace fingered the delicate sterling piece and felt a warm glow envelope her. It seemed silly, but the small gift meant a lot to her. Grace wondered though, why James was so insistent in buying her the necklace. Remember his pleading look, she mulled over what it meant.

"You really picked out something nice, Grace." James was standing outside the car looking at her with those wonderful eyes.

"Well, thank you again for the generous gift. I still don't think I deserve it." She watched him get into the car, admiring how nicely he filled out his khaki pants and tailored button down shirt. James always seemed to be so put together. 

"Well too bad Miss Gracie, I believe you do deserve it. And my opinion is the one that matters right now." Taking the box out of her hands he removed the necklace. "Turn around, you need to be wearing this." Grace turned and lifted her bobbed hair. Fumbling with the clasp, James tried not to pay attention to the softness of her skin and the form of her neck. How he wanted to kiss the back of her neck and pull her close to him. He settled for letting his hands trail fleetingly down her back as he pulled away. "There. Now, let's take a look."

Grace turned back around and looked in the rear view mirror. The charm was just right. Not too big, not too small. It was framed perfectly by her dress. Without thinking, she leaned over and kissed James on the cheek. The scent of her rose perfume made him heady. The contact of his warm skin on her lips astonished her. Both James and Grace fought to hide the stunned look on their faces. Recovering and settling into her seat, Grace spoke.

"For what it's worth, thank you again, James. You are too kind to me." The deep blush in her tan cheeks belied the calm response. As James started the car, Grace simply smiled as he took her hand and kept it in his on the drive home.

Dinner was early that night, and it was a veritable feast of seafood, laughter, stories, and jokes. Taking a seat next to each other, James kept a close eye on Grace's reactions as he brushed his hand on her leg or held her hand underneath the table. They said very little to each other on the way home, and once they arrived, dinner was served. How James ached to tell her what he was feeling! The angelic laugh and dulcet voice captivated him to the point that he couldn't take his eyes off of her while she spoke. Her mind worked so quickly, and he admired how sure-footed she was on any topic. When dinner was done, he felt a small tinge of loneliness as Grace got up and went with Kara out to the covered porch to listen to some music. He got trapped by Nathan to join the men for a cigar in the study. As she left, Grace turned and smiled. James took it as a silent promise that they would see each other soon.

When he finally escaped the musty boy's club, James found Grace outside alone, sitting astride the homemade swing, singing along to the CD player. Standing at the doorway of the covered porch, he spied on her. She still donned her sundress, but because of the breeze, had added a delicate white cardigan. Being as small as she was, her bare feet barely grazed the blades of grass beneath her. Grace was laughing and swinging along in the waning sunlight to Van Morrison's "Brown Eyed Girl." James prayed silently to himself: Please don't ever let me forget this picture of her. She's absolutely perfect.

Head flung back, her voice carried into the air, "Standing in the sunlight laughing...slipping and a sliding..." James moved toward the tree noting that her back was to him, "...My brown eyed girl...You are my brown eyed girl!" 

Leaning against the tree, he laughed, "Do you think Van knew he was writing about you when he penned that song?" Grace turned around and saw him standing there. Another blush crossed her face and her own deep brown eyes sparkled. Not knowing how to respond, Grace simply turned around so that she was sitting squarely in the swing. Taking advantage, James stepped behind her and gave her a push. Around them, the ocean lapped softly in the distance and the birds sang their final songs before the evening. 

Grace didn't dare turn around. Picking a spot on the lawn to stare at, she tried to center her mind. There was no doubt about it; she was very much attracted to this handsome man. But the conflict still raged inside of her. Never had a man showed as much care and thoughtfulness than he had in the last couple of days. Recounting the stolen glances, shy smiles, and especially the displays of affection they shared that afternoon, Grace couldn't help but give herself to him. Yet there was this unmentioned gap. It was filled with hazards in her mind. Their age. The distance between their homes. The fact that this was her best friend's uncle. Yes, she wanted him body and soul. Still she couldn't let go of the fear that it could all come crashing down on them.

It was tearing her apart. As she stared down the grass, she was oblivious to the fact that James was trying to get her attention. When she glanced up, she was face to face with him. He had squatted down in front of her and looked quite concerned.

"Grace, what is it?" His hand brushed her face, "Gracie, are you crying?" So obsessed with the battle raging in her head, she failed to realize that the drama was now playing plainly on her face. James wrapped his hands around hers as she held onto the ropes of the swing. He called to her again, "Grace. Talk to me, please."

Those eyes! Those big, brown, beautiful eyes! They were welling up before him and all James could think of was how to make them stop crying. She closed them shut and took a deep breath. Grace opened her eyes. Her voice was a little shaky as she spoke.

"I'm sorry. I've just been...been thinking so much the last week." Gulping for air and composing herself, Grace looked directly into his soft hazel eyes. "When they told me you were coming...I...something inside me just...clicked." Her voice dropped to almost a whisper, "Talking and writing with you this past year, well, it was comforting."

"I know. I was thinking the same thing."

"But you don't understand, James. Whenever you would write or call, you would always make me feel special. Getting to know you this way..."

"...made me fall in love with you." His words made her stop dead in her tracks mentally. Taking a leap of faith, James continued. "Grace, I don't pretend to understand how the world works, but somehow I've fallen in love with you."

"With only phone calls? E-mails?"

"I know, I know. This all seems improbable."

"And our ages..."

"Don't think I haven't thought of that, Grace." A shiver broke through James' body. But he soldiered on, "I tried to pretend that what was developing wasn't happening. Then Mia invited me to the house, and then you were here. You were in the flesh here." He took her face in his hands, "And I just knew, Grace. I knew."

Grace rested her head in his hands. A tear trickled down her face. She then straightened herself up in the swing, "How can you know, James? How can we really know? What if you're wrong and this is just some sick and strange crush?" The ferocity of her statement caught him by surprise. She stood up and got off the swing abruptly. Grace walked a wide berth around him.

"Strange? You're calling me falling in love with you sick and strange?" Scrambling off the ground, he blocked her path to the porch. Grace tried to walk past him, but he wouldn't budge, "Grace! Don't tell me you don't feel the same way. Didn't you fall in love with me too?"

"You speak of my love like you have experienced love like mine before!" Grace's voice had a slight edge to it. "But how can you really know? I know when I dreamed of love, I didn't expect it to come like this! What girl ever thinks that her Prince Charming would be old enough to be her father?"

"And you think I willingly invited this? Grace, I am an old man, but I know that I have never felt this way about anyone." James tried to reach for her, she side stepped him. "Grace...I know how you feel. I'm scared too." 

Once again she tried to walk past him, but he gathered her in a fierce embrace. "James," she cried, "Please just let me by." She struggle against him weakly, "Just let me go."

Pulling back, he looked down at her. Tears stained the perfect face before him. The conflict and concern bearing witness down her cheeks. It was almost too much to bear. James knew he had to try. Once again, taking her face in his hands, he bent his head down to her. Time stopped. He tilted his head and whispered, "But, I love you. I love you Gracie, I do." 

His lips grazed hers at first, like a test. Passing the litmus, he let go of her face and held onto her for dear life. He kissed her deeply and with all the longing in his heart. It was the way he had wanted to kiss her since yesterday when he first met her face to face. At first stunned, Grace kissed back with as much heat and passion that she could muster. Her body was pressed onto his, and she felt a warm glow inside her. But as quickly as it came, the warmth left her as she came to her senses. Her hands were on his chest and she pushed with all her might. As James stumbled, she brushed past him onto the porch. Before entering the house, she turned. 

"I'm sorry I barged into your life." Wiping her eyes dry, she entered the house. James stood rooted to the spot feeling as if everything he had done in his life was for nothing. He was cut open and bleeding from the heart, and for a moment, he didn't care if he lived or died. 

The next two days were pure agony for James. Aside from the occasional greeting during meals, Grace stayed away from him. On Monday, she took off on a bike and spent the whole day at the beach. On Tuesday, the women went back into town for a spa day. Grace was sending the message that she didn't want any part of him. James wandered about the house brooding. Wanting to respect her wishes, he hung back from most activities and gave Grace the space he thought she needed. But it came at a heavy price to his heart.

For her part, Grace tried to put Sunday's revelations behind her. Convincing herself that it was for the best, she tried to enjoy her vacation. Deep down, she worried at how she could spend the next week and a half here with James. Sitting on her bed Tuesday night, she contemplated leaving early, making some excuse about an emergency at work, but she knew Mia and Nathan would talk her out of it. It pained her to look at him. Grace knew that she had hurt him. She sat on her bed toying with a box in her hands. She had to end this obsession. Grace simply could not reconcile her feelings and her logic when it came to James. Sliding off the bed, Grace caught her image in the mirror. A bittersweet look crossed her face.




Uninvited



"This has to end tonight, no matter how much it hurts."

It was shortly after midnight and the house was quiet. Peeking her head out into the hallway, Grace felt her heart beat hard in her chest. Like a prowler, she crept down the hall. Two doors down, James' bedroom door was cracked open and the light on. Good, he's awake. It might be easier this way, Grace thought. Arriving at her destination, she took a deep breath and pushed open the door. James was slumped in a chair, head resting on the desk having fallen asleep there. His forehead was furrowed with worry and an empty scotch glass was near his hand. He was still wearing his jeans and polo shirt. Grace touched his head and stroked his hair, trying to gently wake him up. He stirred in his seat and turned his head.

"Oh, Gracie..." he mumbled in his sleep. Her hand flew back and Grace felt her resolution waver. With tears welling, she decided not to wake him up. Instead, with a shaky hand, she placed the small box she had been holding on the desk next to him. 

Kissing him on the forehead, she whispered, "I wish I were a braver girl." Grace turned around, exited the room without stealing a glance back, and silently made her way downstairs. 

In a haze, James thought he heard someone in his room. Waking himself, he sat up almost knocking the scotch glass off his desk. Quickly catching it, he knocked something else off the desk onto the floor. "What the heck?" Bending down he picked up a small box off the floor. Standing up, a cold, hard realization hit him and James glanced from the closed bedroom door back to the box several times. He figured if he did that, the truth would never hit him. He knew too well what it was. Opening the jewelry box, James was confronted with Grace's way of trying to say goodbye. The little silver starfish dangled from its thin chain. He made his way to the window, feeling lost and abandoned.

Grace tried to clear her head. She kept walking, not really knowing what she wanted to do or where she wanted to go. She just knew she needed to get out the house for a little bit. She needed to be somewhere where the guilt wasn't so overwhelming. Somewhere James couldn't find her when he eventually woke up. Almost as if on auto-pilot, she grabbed her sneakers from the porch, laced them on and took off for the dock. It was the only place that she could think to go. Feeling every inch the coward, Grace pushed through the door of the covered porch and ran.

In the moonlight, the starfish charm shined. James just stared at it heartbroken. Why, Grace, why won't you let me in? Looking out the window, he searched the stars for an answer that never came. Sighing, James pondered if it was time to give up this chase. Maybe she's right. Maybe it wouldn't...what the...

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of movement. Pressing his head to the window, James saw Grace moving briskly across the backyard. Where was she going at this time of night? She was only dressed in her pajama bottoms and a thin cotton shirt. Seeing the trees sway in the night breeze, and remembering the news, he knew there was a chance of a summer storm. Glancing about the room for his jacket, concern took over in his head. He located his jacket and grabbed a throw blanket off his bed and took off after Grace.

Letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, James look about frantically. Even though they were secluded from any general public traffic, the thought of Grace out in the dark alone scared him. He oriented himself in the direction he saw her run to and realized that she was heading for the boat dock. The air was chilly and the wind was starting to pick up. What in heaven's name possessed you to come out here, Gracie? James shivered in his thin windbreaker. Remembering her own state of dress with alarming clarity, he called out her name.

As he got closer to the dock, he searched it with his eyes frantically. The waves were starting to slap heavily as he neared the dock. Still no sight of her. "Grace!" he barked out into the night air, "Gracie, where are you?" James came to a dead stop at the start of the dock. "Gracie?"

Her tiny form was seated at the end of the pier, leaning up against a post. She was hugging her knees to her chest and staring blankly out into the water and sky. Like a delicate doll, she was perched on the edge. James cautiously approached her. Hearing his soft steps on the wood, she turned her head slightly. "What are you doing out here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." He waited. She stood up and faced him. Goosebumps ran up and down her arms, it only added to the heartbreaking picture of her. James extended his arms, "Sweetheart, come here."

She shook her head, "Please don't call me that."

"Grace, come here, you're shivering." He proffered the blanket to her. "At least put this on, honey." He moved towards her, "You shouldn't be out here." Grace just stared blankly at him. Clouds were moving in behind her in an almost ominous sign. With the fear eating at his heart, James' words rushed forward, "Look, can't we talk about this?"

"There isn't anything to talk about James. I made up my mind already." Grace took a few steps forward as the wind blew at her back. "We can't."

"You never gave me a good enough reason why!" James was fighting for her, against whom or what he didn't know. But damn it, I'm going to win! Feeling bolder, James walked up, wanting to stake his claim. "That's the least you owe me, Grace. At least tell me why you can't return my love." Raising his voice a little, he pleaded, "Tell me why this isn't going to work!"

The stoic then stirred. Why was she fighting this? She felt tired. Tired of fighting her feelings, tired of hiding from him, and tired of pretending she didn't care. "I don't have an answer for you, James." Crying and sobbing, she broke down. Her legs gave way and she fell to her knees, "I'm too scared to try! I'm too scared to fail. I love you, James, but I just don't know if that's enough!"

Sprinting to her side, James embraced her as he knelt down. Her body was wracked by her sobs and her skin was cold to the touch. Quickly, he unfurled the blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders. Soothing her as best he could, he held on to her, "It's okay, Grace. It's okay to be unsure."

How can you say that to me? How can you comfort me when I've done nothing but push you away? Grace looked into his eyes as if seeing him for he first time, "James, oh my...James, I'm so sorry..."

"For what?" A gentle smile broke on his face and he wiped away her tears. Indeed, why was she sorry? Or why was she ever afraid? He was here for her, even after the pain she put him through. Grace opened her mouth to answer, but before she could, James kissed her fully on the mouth. The kiss was deep and soul shaking. Grace felt all her fears leave her and kissed back.

It was electric. The moment his lips touched hers, James knew he had finally won the battle. Her body warmed and surged with life as she returned the kiss and his embrace one hundred fold. Reluctantly, their lips parted and they came up for air. Heads touching, arms entwined, Grace spoke in a whisper, "I love you too. I knew it when I first saw you coming towards me on Saturday. I was just too sca-"

She was cut off by another kiss. Now that he had gotten her to admit it, James felt more alive than ever. He wanted her, he had always wanted her, but right then and there, he needed to make love to her. James let his hands roam her body. They memorized every curve and line that they could. Pulling her closer, he murmured into her ear, "Grace, I need you."

She had felt his need growing against her. Luckily, her needs were growing inside her as well. She merely nodded in assent and for the first time in two days, Grace smiled genuinely. As if lending its approval as well, the sky opened up and started to rain. Taking her hand, James helped Grace up and they started to move.

"We're never going to make it back to the house before we get soaked!" He led her off the dock and hung a quick left. The rain indeed was starting to come down harder. "Come on, we'll get shelter in the boathouse until it passes." Grace held the blanket over her head as James managed to get the door open. They dashed inside as the first roar of thunder came.

The boathouse was empty save for two skiffs and some supplies. Shaking the water off the blanket, Grace laid it on top of the flat bottom of one overturned boat. James had found the switch to the small lamp that lit up the room, but for the most part, the only light came through the two large windows that flanked the room. Lightning provided the night light. A sudden flash with a clap of thunder startled Grace and she jumped. Turning around, she was startled once again as she discovered James standing right behind her.

Their eyes locked together, James marveled at her. Not wasting anymore time, he once again kissed her deeply. His hands invited themselves to touch her skin underneath her thin shirt. Grace's tongue fought its way into his mouth as they savored the kiss and the heat that was between them. Stepping back, Grace caught sight of the bulge in James' jeans and smiled. Flattening her palm, she rubbed at it while looking up at him.

"I need to make amends with you," a wicked smile crossed her face, "and I think I know where to begin. 

Grace's delicate fingers tugged at James' polo shirt and she managed to get it over his head while he kicked off his shoes. A well defined chest was her reward. James closed his eyes as she stroked his chest and belly. He was so drunk with her touch that he did not even hear her unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. Opening his eyes, he was startled that Grace wasn't in his line of sight. He was about to call out to her when he felt her hands on his legs. Looking down, he caught her pulling down his boxer briefs. The sight made him moan.

She had dropped down onto her knees, peeling off his clothing bit by bit, until he was naked before her. Grace gasped when she saw his cock. It bobbed in front of her, heavy with want. Licking her lips, she breathed, "I'm sorry for hurting you, James. I hope you can forgive me." With that, she took him whole in her mouth.

As her tongue worked his swollen shaft, James couldn't believe she was asking for forgiveness. That was mostly because he forgot what she wanted forgiveness from. Grace's mouth was closed tight around his thickness. Her lips dragged along, hitting every vein and bump along the way. Finding a handful of his ass cheeks, Grace forced him deeper into her waiting mouth. James groaned as her sensuous mouth moved up and down his cock. He could feel the electricity build in his spine. James' hands ran themselves over her smooth black hair, as lightly as he could so as not to disturb her exquisite work. 

Grace was ravenous. She thrilled at every moan and groan that came from his mouth. It made her want to pleasure him more. Pulling her lips to the head, Grace let her tongue swirl around it like her own personal treat. "Grace, honey. I'm close." His words were strained and his breathing labored. She didn't stop. Grace massaged his balls as she doubled up her efforts. She felt his hips buck involuntarily; enjoying the power she had over him. "Oh god, Grace! You have to let me up, baby!" 

With a pop, she released him from her mouth. She kept her hand at the base of his cock and looked up, wanton and excited. Grace started to stroke him again; James took her by the shoulders and got her to her feet.

"Where did you learn to do that?" She just smiled at him, his manhood still prominent in her hands. Taking the hint, James nipped at her neck, grabbed her by the waist and sat her on the upturned boat. "You are going to be some treat, Miss Gracie, I can tell."

Reaching for the waistband of her pajama bottoms, James couldn't keep her eyes off of her. Grace's face was lit with lust. She pulled off her shirt, revealing a wonderful set of breasts. Lifting her ass, James worked both her pants and panties down in one smooth move. Tossing her garments aside, James let his eyes fall upon her naked form for the first time. Perched on the boat, she was a breathtaking sight. The slope of her breasts, the swell of her hips. She was perfect to him.

Moving between her legs, he kissed her slowly. He savored her mouth and lips, while his hands caressed her breasts. His thumbs brushed gently on her nipples. The brown areole tightened at his touch. James kissed down her neck guided by an invisible map on her body. Her arousal was obvious, and her scent filled the room. His left hand traveled down her stomach and between the slippery cleft between her legs.

"Grace, I want to pleasure you," James slipped two fingers into her waiting pussy, "I want to taste you," his thumb found her engorged clit, "I want to fuck you until you pass out." His words drove her wild as she began to grip his fingers with her pussy. Kissing down to the top of her breasts, he controlled the pace of Grace's slow burn into passion. Taking a nipple into his mouth, James lovingly suckled and teased it with his tongue repeating the treatment on the other one. He felt Grace jump and place her hands on his back, trying to keep balanced. Kissing his way between her breasts, James increased the speed of his fingers. She felt exquisite, warm and ready for him. Descending to his knees, trailing even more kisses down her angelic body, James parted her legs and gazed into her eyes. "You are so beautiful."

Grace leaned back and braced herself on her elbows. She watched James' face disappear, and then felt his tongue slowly lick her pussy lips. "Oh, yes," she hissed and closed her eyes. He kept his fingers inside her, snug and stroking all the right places. Meanwhile, he was trying to devour her whole. Grace cried out as her clit was pulled into his mouth. James gently sucked and tugged on it expertly, relishing her taste. His fingers plunged in and out of her, bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm. Gripping the blanket, Grace moved her hips to take advantage of his ministrations. Bracing her legs on his shoulders, James let his tongue join his fingers. He drank her up like a fine wine. As his other hand found her swollen nub, she rocked onto his face, grabbed his head and went into the stars in pure bliss.

Feeling dizzy, Grace felt the after glow of a most satisfying orgasm. Looking back down with hooded eyes, she saw her lover smile back at her. James took his time coming back to her. Affectionately, he kissed her thighs with suede soft lips. Those golden hazel eyes stayed locked into hers seemingly invalidating time and space. With the sound of rain falling outside, all there was at that moment was Grace and James. Finally.

"You can't imagine how long I've dreamt of this," James stood up, warm palms sliding up her body. He supported her back by drawing her into an embrace. Grace kissed his lips, faintly tasting the reward of his oral efforts. One arm encircled his neck, while the other traced a finger on his face. Tilting her head, Grace inspected his features, amazed at his love. James kissed her again, "What are you thinking of?"

"About how stupid I was. How much time I wasted being afraid."

"Don't say that, honey. You weren't being stupid."

"Oh, but I was!" Her voice dropped to a whisper, "Why did I ever fear..."

"I do not want to wonder what should have been. I want to concentrate on what I want to give you, Gracie."

"And what would that be?"

"Well, eventually, I'm going to give you the world." James stepped forward, letting the head of his cock press at her needy entrance, "But for now, I want to give you another thrill."

His lips crushed hers as James' swiftly entered her. The effect on Grace physically was immediate, her body arched and she raised herself so that she could accommodate his girth. Once he had hit bottom, he held himself there. Grace felt herself spread, almost to her breaking point. She relaxed as her pussy embraced his member and squeezed down on him. Wrapping her strong legs around his waist, she silently signaled that she was ready. 

The pace was steady at first. They couldn't bear to look away from each other. Their faces laid bare to the sheer joy of their lovemaking. James marveled at how tight and wet Grace was. He fit her like a glove. Leaning back slightly, Grace let one hand slide down her body, where she flicked at her clit. The sight of her pleasuring herself stoked the fire within James. Wanting to watch, he followed her hand. The combined sight of his member pulling out, glistening with her sweet honey, and her fingers working her clit, was almost too much. The deliberate pace soon turned into a free-for-all. 

"Oh, James...please!" Grace cried out and he slammed into her. Her body jerked and she felt like she would die without release. James loved watching her face twist and turn with each thrust. His own body started to use pure instinct and the familiar tightening at his sack warned that his own release was eminent. Not wanting to just let it happen, James brought his lips to Grace's ear.

"Come on, baby. I want to feel you come on me." She groaned at his whispered plea, her hips thrusting to meet his assault. "Yes, that's it Grace. God, I love you..." He gasped, barely able to control himself. He'd never felt so hard before. Never had a woman made him feel so complete. "Oh, sweet Grace, you make me feel like a man."

It was more than Grace could take. Her body stiffened and she wailed as if weeping. Underneath her, she felt the boat slide forcefully under their weight. Her pussy clenched and released a flood that covered James' cock and pubic hair. Grace held on tight to James' strong body, trembling and screaming in his arms. "Oh...J-James...YES!"

With her punctuated release, James felt himself give in. He exploded, pressing his body onto her until her back was flush with the bottom of the boat. His cock pumped like his heart in his chest. James kissed Grace's neck and shoulder, his moan muffled by her hot skin. Grace knew she was completely filled and now overflowing with James. His hips moved on their own, continuing to propel his member into Grace. Their senses were seared with the ecstasy of their union. They had given each other everything that they could give, knowing it would not be the last time.

Slowly, James' sense returned to him. He laid his head on her chest. The gentle rise and fall of her breathing lulled his own exertion. On weak legs, he brought himself to stand over her. What a sight she was. Grace's face bore the look of satiation. Her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat. She lay limply with her eyes closed on the boat, her tan skin contrasting greatly with the white wash of the skiff. Her lips trembled as if she were uttering a secret prayer. Grace seemed oblivious to the world and she radiated sensuality. What a sight indeed, James thought.

Wrapping her in the blanket, James gently lifted her off the skiff, and lowered both of them to the floor. On the wood floor, he nestled Grace to his body, forming a protective layer around her. Only then did James realize that the storm had passed. The window across the room now showed a full and beautiful moon that washed the room in a silvery blue. He felt Grace stir next to him. Looking into her placid face, James covered her cheeks in kisses. Grace's eyes fluttered open, seeking out the familiar. When she had found and focused on James, she smiled shyly.

"Hey there, angel," James tightened his embrace around them.

Snuggling closer to him, Grace whispered, "I love you."

"I love you too. Thank you for barging into my life, Gracie."

"No, thank you for inviting yourself into mine."