40 comments/ 51695 views/ 21 favorites My War By: leapyearguy "Hey Sarge, man, I gotta go," the sweet young PFC said with some urgency. Looking over at her from my station in the passenger seat of the deuce and a half, I asked politely as not to break any regulations, "Well sweet cheeks, do you need me to hold your hand? If you gotta go then I'd advise you stop the truck and go," "But... but there isn't any privacy, where am I supposed to go?" she asked holding her crotch. She couldn't be fucking serious could she? "Look baby cakes, we're in a combat zone, where the hell are you going to find a powder room out here? If you have to tinkle, stop the fucking truck and drop 'em," Her eyes were pleading with me now, and she was almost in tears. Me? Well, I was questioning the sanity of women in active combat roles. This shit never came up in Nam, fuck I was getting way too old for this crap. "Alright pull it over," I ordered. The truck ground to a halt as I dug behind the seat for an old tarp. Walking to the front of the truck, I screamed out to the grunts peering out of the back. "BE ADVISED, THE FIRST HEAD I SEE POPPING AROUND THE SIDE OF THE TRUCK WILL GET A BULLET BETWEEN THE EYES. The PFC here has to pee and she would like some privacy, ANY QUESTIONS GENTLEMEN?" I barked. I held the worn canvass up and watched as she ran to the other side. I heard the splatter of a heavy stream hit the soft dirt, within seconds I was standing in a puddle of mud. When she'd finished, I folded the tarp in half and threw it to her. I pointed at the ground with a scowl on my face, "Next time point that thing somewhere else," I growled. "Now that you're fresh as a daisy, could we please MOVE OUT?" I ordered. We mounted the transport vehicle to cheers and chuckles from the troops in the rear. I thought about my twenty plus years in the service, man, things had changed. I wasn't that fresh-faced boot that did two tours in the Nam, now I was a gristly old relic that hadn't known when to quit. Hell, I couldn't quit, I tried once after Nam and after ten years of dysfunction I found I couldn't stay away. Civilian life just didn't agree with me, my marriage went to shit and I couldn't keep focused on a career. So I did the only thing I could do to keep my sanity, I came back to the fold. The idea that I belonged to the only outfit in U S history that had lost a war compelled me to re-up. It wasn't easy to get back into fighting trim after my vacation. I worked my ass off to stay up with all those kids. Physically, any one of them could run circles around me at first, but I had a mental toughness that you can't buy. War is the only place to learn that, and either you learn, or die. Those boys hadn't faced the terror yet, but I had for seven hundred and thirty eight days. The dust filtered in to the cab as the miles clicked away, the only similarity to this war and my war, the war in the jungle, was the heat. Why the fuck can't somebody start a war were its seventy degrees. Back in sixty-nine, it was the rain and humidity; today it's the dust and the sand. Then we threw bodies at the enemy, now its smart bombs and aerial ordinance. Patrolling this long dirt road, I'm starting to feel more like an armored highway trooper than a soldier. The monotony of the miles and the same stretch of road, were grueling. What the fuck are we doing here? The same as back in my war I suppose, not winning, maybe some things don't really change. We aren't trying to win, we're just here. We're on the ground getting shot at, and barely holding our own. I know, I know, there are political considerations, civilians to worry about, but tell that shit to the poor mommy that just found out her son was killed for a political consideration. Here I am thinking again, that's the trouble with this goddamned place, too much time to think. Enough about what I think, I don't make the rules; I get paid to follow orders. I made my choice, this is my chosen career. *** As we arrived back at the FOB, forward operations base, my work could now begin. There was the never ending paperwork, reports to be made, check the troops. Make sure the babies had clean diapers on, get them fed and burped. Remind each and every one of them how important a clean weapon was, hold their hand and tell them a bedtime story. Then to top it all off, I had to fill in the Lieutenant on our days activities. Tell the twerp how many speeding tickets we wrote and ask permission to go out and do it again tomorrow. He would give me tomorrows orders and the rah, rah speech. Maybe some fucking day, he would give me something different. No shit, the LT cut the platoon a break, all but me of course. They would get to sit around this beautiful resort, while I took a leisurely drive through the country side in my graciously appointed Humvee. Minimal danger the LT had said, minimal my ass, in a country where you can't distinguish a housewife from a combat hardened soldier, nothing is minimal. "Alright cut the shit and listen up, the LT has given you slackers the day off tomorrow. I will need one volunteer, I need a driver," I waited for a reply, and I waited some more, "Well come on, don't all of you raise your hands at once." A hand appeared in the back, and I waited to see who it was attached to. PFC Kent, sweet cheeks, forty trained killers and my volunteer was an ex cheerleader, swell, just fucking swell. Kent and I headed out early, zero five thirty, we were to meet the package and deliver our payload to a remote destination eighty klicks to the north. The LT said aerial delivery was too noisy, too noticeable, we were sent in a single vehicle to quickly get in and get out. What were we carrying? I didn't ask, and I didn't care. You learn not to ask questions that you aren't going to get answers for. As she drove and I sipped coffee, Kent kept looking over like she wanted to ask me the secrets of the universe. I'd had all that I could take and finally asked, "WHAT?" At least she quit looking at me, for a while that is. She must have driven another twenty miles before she said, "Sergeant, you don't like women do you?" "I like them just fine, especially with their thighs locked around my fat head," I replied with a smirk. "You know that's not what I mean, you don't think women should be here in the middle of all this, do you?" "Kent, what I think doesn't mean squat. You're here and there's nothing that I say or do that will change that fact. I'm an old man Kent, you get comfortable with the way things are, it's not easy to accept change," I said stoically. She nodded and continued to drive. We made good time. We were on station at zero six forty-five. We didn't have long to wait, the operator arrived and the exchanges were made. From what I gathered, he was American, probably CIA. Not much was said but we weren't here for chit chat. I stowed the cylinder he gave me into the Humvee, maps were my guess. Knowing that he'd probably been here for quite some time without proper supply, I handed him my flask of bourbon. He took a long swig and smiled. That was the last thing he ever did. The side of his head exploded, and then the report of a rifle came. By the sound delay, a sniper had obviously taken him out. I grabbed the stunned PFC and hit the dirt, she was covered in blood and brains. The sudden shock had rendered her motionless. I took a chance and recovered my old friend from the front seat of the vehicle, I felt a lot better with my M16 firmly clasped in my hands. There was no doubt in my mind that whoever had killed the agent was still trying to get us in his sights. I had played this game before in Nam, but on the other end of the barrel. I put myself in the snipers shoes, and considered the angle of fire. I took another second to replay the kill shot in my head, the shot couldn't have come from more than three or four hundred meters away. I couldn't chance trying to locate Kent's weapon, so I jammed my sidearm into her trembling hands. "Can you use that?" I asked, nodding to the 9 MM in her hand. All I got back was a blank stare, "Goddamn it Kent, get in the fucking game here. Can you fire the weapon?" I asked a second time, my hands directing her face to mine to guarantee eye contact. She still couldn't speak but nodded her head rapidly. I had been where she was now, a long time ago in a rice paddy. The first time I saw a man deconstructed by a land mine, I shit my pants and didn't sleep for a week. I had to get her attention right now if we were going to get out of here in one piece. "Kent, get your shit together, are you with me?" she nodded again, but this time with some recognition, "Ok, I want you to stay right here and keep your head down," good, her eyes were trained on mine now, she was listening. I wiped some of the brain matter from her face, "I'm going over to that rock," I said, pointing to the large boulder twenty meters to our left. She grabbed the lapel of my coat, "No, please don't leave me here," she begged. "I won't leave you, I promise. I'm going over to get an angle on the shooter, I need you here to draw his attention. When I take off, I want you to fire two rounds, I don't care where, just fire away from me, ok?" I could tell she wasn't happy but she nodded. I was about to start the ball rolling when a burst of automatic weapon rounds rattled around the interior of the Hummer. Fuck! Either the sniper had changed rifles or we had another shooter. I fell back to where Kent was, the AK fire continued the pound our vehicle. I had to give Kent credit, she was scared but she didn't freak out. The bullets kept dogging us, and I loved this shit. No, I'm not totally crazy, I had enough time now to figure out his pattern. He was shooting at us in three timed bursts, then a pause to reload. I didn't have any idea if he was accurate, but he was consistent. I explained to Kent, and after a couple of clips she caught on too. I got up on my toes and was set to run. I gave her the thumbs up, she even managed half of a smile back. The third burst came and went for it, those twenty meters seemed like a damn marathon. I half expected to be cut down, but I made the outcrop. Now to find out if the bad guy, or guys, knows where I am. The next burst answered the question, the AK 47 rounds plinked off of the hood of the Humvee. I brought my weapon up to my shoulder, as his finger squeezed, I gave him a copper-jacketed heart attack. The siege seemed to be over, but I still had a feeling that our day was about to get more interesting. I looked over to see if Kent was ok, she was. It was usual for snipers to work in pairs, a spotter and a shooter. My gut told me that I tapped the spotter. I needed a way to draw him out to get a bead on him, all that was in my arsenal was Kent. I wasn't about to put her pretty little ass on the line, not to save my wrinkled butt at any rate. If the shooter were smart, he would be relocating. That's what I would have done, and if I move now I might just catch him on the run. Like a fool, I dropped my body armor to lighten the load. I needed speed and not the battle rattle as we sometimes called it. There was no time to even consider whether this was a bad idea, if he had time to set up again we were dead meat. I charged like Custer toward the dune, I would circle around to the left. There was a better than even chance that I wouldn't cover half the distance, and it was fifty-fifty if I would run into him head on or catch him from the rear. I was nearly to the dune and still no shot, as I rounded the hill my luck ran out. I got off the first few rounds, but at a dead run, I was hardly on target. The shooter didn't have time to swing his rifle around, but he was quick enough with his pistol. He fired twice, the second bullet slammed into my right shoulder sending my weapon flying. My momentum wasn't affected though, as I continued at full speed directly at him. I put on my best war face and hit him hard with every thing I had. I tried to hold on as we rolled down the side of the dune. If he got a chance to aim his pistol at me again, the show would be over. As we came to a rest at the bottom of the hill, I got in a hard elbow to his chin sending teeth flying. I jumped to my feet trying to assess the situation at the same time, my KA-Bar knife filled my hand and I didn't see his pistol. The shooter spat a mouthful of blood in my direction as he unsheathed his dagger. We were at least on even terms now, it would be a hand to hand dance to the death. He circled to my right, trying to exploit the bloody wound in my shoulder, unfortunately for him, I fight left-handed. He struck, I slashed, his thrust, my parry, his blade glinted in the morning sun. Like a cobra and mongoose, the tango continued. The shooter's cheek bled from the razor sharp edge of my steel. My body began to betray me, my age was becoming a factor for the first time in my life, a life that may be over soon. I saw an opening, and dove in close. We struggled face to face, I was spent, the struggle would be over soon. With all I had left, I plunged my knife deep into his stomach. He returned my gift when his blade pierced deep into my thigh just below my balls. I fell backwards to the sand, unbelievably he was still on his feet. I struggled to defend myself from the coming deathblow. Three pops from a pistol, and the sniper slumped to his knees. Two more well placed rounds to the back of his head made gaping holes where his face used to be. Kent had gotten into the game, and just in the nick of time. She ran to where I lay bleeding in the sand, "Sarge, you ok?" she blurted with concern. The shoulder wound was ugly, but not life threatening. The frog sticker in my crotch was another matter. I was bleeding out, so I sent Kent to get the aid kit from the Humvee. I concentrated on controlling my breathing, hoping to slow the blood flow. I was running the LT's words through my head, "minimal danger", tell that to the CIA guy. Kent double-timed it through the soft sand to the Hummer and back, she stripped her armor and BDU jacket so she could work. She cut away the bloody material around the knife with scissors, she looked unsure what to do. "Come on sugar britches, you can do this, remember your training," I reassured her. " Sarge, there's too much blood I can't see," she sniffed. "You can do it Kent, see if you can get your belt around it above the wound," I suggested. She worked as quickly as she could, and in a minute or two had the blood slowed a little. Kent wrapped my leg as best she was able leaving the knife in place, she realized now that we had to get out of there as soon as we could. Grabbing my shirt she pulled for all she was worth, and between both of us, I was on my feet. Kent draped my arm around her neck, we started the painful walk through the loose sand back to the Humvee. The blade imbedded in my leg made it difficult to move, with every step I took, the pain grew worse. The short trip seemed to take hours, Kent was doing most of the work. Finally back at the shot-up vehicle, she tried to help me get in but I had something to take care of first. It would be a chore to load the dead man by myself but there was no way that I would leave him behind. Kent realized there was no point in arguing with me, she stepped up again and with all the strength we had left, he was laid in the rear of the Humvee. Kent wheeled us around and headed for the FOB. In my weakened condition, I closed my eyes and tried to forget the pain I was in. I felt the cooling sensation of rain on my face, the pain was gone now. Sand and dust were replaced by the thick grass and trees. The cool sweet smell of springtime filled my nostrils, my lovely Veronica laid back on a blanket, her thick red hair splayed like a halo around her head. With her arms outstretched, she motioned to me to come to her. We made love by the river for the first time that day, it was the first time and the last time. I shipped out for war the next day, I returned to her but we never really made love again. We fucked, we fulfilled our animal needs, but we never made love again. It was not working well for us and it was worse when I left her alone for another year in the jungle. We married soon after my first tour, but something inside made me restless. I had to go back to try and shake the uneasiness that was inside of me. I was more at home squatting in the bush waiting for Charlie. My time at home was filled with inner strife, something was missing. I willed myself to make it up to Veronica when I got back to the States. It never worked, I was different, and she was too. We couldn't communicate on the same frequency, too much distance, too much pain. She finally got fed up and went back home. I tried to talk to her a few times, but I think it was more out of guilt than anything else. She was never bitter towards me and that made it hurt all the more. The unnerving throb in my leg was back, the rain was gone. The Humvee sped down the road that was really no more than a camel trail. The pool of blood I was sitting in was now a thick quagmire of red mud. My shoulder ached, as I tried again to remain conscious. The bumps in the road sent jolts of pain from the knife wound, I felt the slice of the blade deep inside, worse than the initial thrust. I was drifting in and out now like I was on a three day bender, barely able to remember where I was or what I was doing there. The pain was nothing now, I knew pain and this wasn't it. Pain was the tears in Veronica's eyes as she packed to leave me. Pain was the fear that I would never she her again. The only real pain I'd ever known was attached to Veronica, and for the way I had hurt her. *** The sun was burning high in the sky now, it had to be near midday. The dogs were probably back at the pound sitting in the shade and licking their nuts, while the cheerleader at the wheel was slaving her ass away trying to save my miserable life. The lazy fucking bastards, they let a girl volunteer to do a soldiers job. This was no ordinary girl though, she had stepped up where no man would. Kent had done alright, better than alright, I'd be dead now if not for her. She took out that sniper like a trained assassin, her shots were true. That was a soldier on the field today, we were not alive in spite of her, we both lived because of her. A woman soldier, I never thought I'd live to see the day. There have been a lot of things I thought I'd never live to see, my twentieth birthday for example. The jungle can be a cold hard place at night, waiting, watching, death was always on your mind. What was out there watching you, will it strike tonight? Will I live one more day, one more hour? The fear so thick you can feel it in every thing you touch, each smell, sight and sound coated with the black sticky dread. Don't move, don't breathe, for God's sake, don't touch it. Maybe. Just maybe, it will overlook you one more time. There was no fear in my heart now, fear happens before battle, it's the unknown, the unspeakable. Now I was able to see my own death, whether it comes today or twenty years from now. I know that it will come and I have embraced that fact. I couldn't see it back then when my wife left me, I didn't see it yesterday. The man laying on the floor in the back of the Humvee, his death has come. His war is over, there is no fear, only peace. My thoughts were like the little steel orb in a pinball game, slamming into one wall and flying to the next. I suppose this was my version of my life flashing before my eyes, not much of a life really, who would be left to care when I'm gone... "I would goddamn you, don't be such a selfish prick," Kent screamed over the roar of the vehicle, "Keep talking, you have to stay awake. We're almost there." I turned my head to look at her, I wanted to tell her it didn't matter, but the words were stuck in my throat. My War It was Saturday the 15th Dec 1940 at about 07.30 in the morning when Lt Tony Nash RNVR wearily trudged homewards, he was feeling dirty and tired after traveling nearly all night from Portsmouth Harbour Station to London Waterloo, and then on to Stratford underground station, the nearest station to his home in East London. The underground railway platform was full of people still sleeping on the platform or, just beginning to wake to face a new day of queuing for food or getting ready for work. He was wearing his Royal Naval greatcoat, against the morning chill, and carrying his attache case and walking slowly with the aid of a stick. Dawn was just breaking, and there were signs of a wintery sun breaking through the clouds. The air was filled with the pungent smell of acrid smoke. He was very tired, his face showing signs of severe strain and he walked with a pronounced limp, as he picked his way with extreme care through the badly bombed streets of East London. His leg hurt quite badly, and it was long overdue for a long rest. The train had made painfully slow progress during the journey, having twice been diverted into sidings until the raids had finished, and then the railway company had to check the lines were still intact, or perhaps they were then stopped to let troop trains through. He was fortunate that as an Officer he had a reserved First Class seat. However many of the traveling servicemen were having to sleep in the corridors loaded down with their Kit and their Rifles. Even the toilets were full of people trying to snatch a few moments of sleep. Sleep had been almost impossible, with blackout blinds drawn, and the acrid smell of tobacco smoke polluting the air. The stopping and starting of the train, together with the incessant chatter of people, plus the lack of fresh air with the result that most travelers had given up the idea of sleep, and had decided to play cards or just to talk the night away. It had been still dark as he left the station and Ambulances and Fire Engines still made their way through the rubble, their bells ringing and klaxons sounding, as the tired crews still went about their errands of mercy, carrying on with their grisly heartbreaking work until it was finished, and they could then go home for a few hours hard earned rest. Tony stopped to watch two ambulance men carry the body of an old lady from a bombed out house. A fragment of her grey hair poking out from under the covering sheet. He stood and saluted as a token of respect as her fragile body was loaded into a waiting ambulance. An elderly man stood, his eyes full of tears, as he watched his deceased wife being carried away, while a younger woman, probably his daughter, tried in vain to console him, her arms round his shoulders. Her own tears trickling down her cheeks. The front of the house had been blown clean out, and Tony could see the pictures on the wall of the front bedroom, some tattered curtains, and a whole host of personal effects including a cracked chamber pot lying abandoned in the roadway. He guessed that it would be many hours before all the fires were extinguished, and any hint of normality returned to the City. The roads had to be kept clear and there would be a lot of work for the bomb disposal squads before they too could rest. In the next street attempts were being made by local people to bring some return to normality and householders were out sweeping the street, and children looking for bits of shrapnel that they could swop with others kids at school. People were setting out to work on bicycles, not really knowing whether their offices or factories would still be standing when they eventually arrived. But they all knew full well that the following night would mean yet another night sleeping in the underground station, or in an air raid shelter. The George and Dragon public house bar room door was open and he could see that the Woman's Voluntary Services were providing the Air raid Wardens and other rescue services with free cups of Coffee or Tea and sandwiches, as they had a chance of a few moments break from their onerous task. A Warden just leaving the bar shouted to him" Come on in Navy there's a cuppa just waiting for you. "Tony shouted. "Thanks pal but I'm nearly home now." Many shops were boarded up, but still open for business as the owners desperately tried to earn a fragile living amongst the bombed out ruins. Tony gave a little smile as he saw one shopkeeper with a boarded up front had written "Fuck you Adolf we are still open for Business as Usual." Farther on a small queue of housewives, were waiting for a local greengrocer to open, as they chatted amongst themselves. One woman seeing him shouted "Up the Navy ."and they all joined in to give him a small cheer as he limped past them on his way home. They made Tony feel a little guilty, as he thought to himself, that they were the real heroes, these were the people, the ordinary people who carried on day after day with little food and looking after their families, doing vital war work, and doing all the things that normal human beings did on a daily basis despite the best efforts of the Luftwaffe. Germany he thought could never ever beat these people. Tony had just left Haslar Royal Naval Hospital at Gosport the previous day. It had been a long painful few months as he recovered in Haslar Hospital from his injuries, sustained on the 4th June when he had made his last return from the Dunkirk beaches. His life had been in the balance for over a month, the doctors and his own indomitable spirit had survived in the end, and he had made a long slow recovery from his horrific injuries. Now he had been given sick leave until the New Year. Now all he wanted was to get home, see his wife Sarah and catch up on some sleep, and when he woke, to go and have a pint of Brown and Mild beer with his father at his local. Tony had been seconded from the battleship HMS Howe and given command of the thirty year old stern Paddle Steamer which was manned by naval volunteers from local shore bases, and ex navy pensioner volunteers to meet the emergency. The ship had no guns except for the arms brought aboard by the army survivors, many of whom were also killed or injured by the raiding aircraft. The final trip when he had been injured, had been the third time they had visited the Dunkirk beaches. It was to have been the last trip they could make anyway, as the Germans had almost reached the beaches when they had left this last time. The intermittent fire from soldiers Rifles and Bren Guns had done little to deter the Luftwaffe on their mission of assassination. It had been the unexpected arrival of an RAF Hurricane fighter plane which had driven off the attacking JU88 and probably saved them from further casualties or being sunk. The Fairy Queen had just made it back to port, before she gently settled down alongside the jetty. But Tony had not been conscious, as he too was carried ashore to a waiting ambulance, and then rushed to a local hospital as the doctors battled through the night to save his life. It was only later after he had been transferred to a Naval Hospital that he was told how he had been cheered ashore by the grateful soldiers, whose lives he had helped to save. It was three weeks later when he really regained full consciousness for the first time, surfacing from the unending waves of pain. Then he had been told that he had been awarded the Distinguished Service Cross for gallantry. He was one of several serviceman, who had received awards from the Surgeon Admiral representing the King. Gradually with the help of the dedicated nursing staff, his own dogged determination, and the skill of the overworked physiotherapists that he had gradually recovered to something nearing full fitness. The Medical Board had told him that it was highly possible that he would be discharged from the Navy on a medical pension, but only time would tell, and much depended on how well he recovered from his injuries. His parents had visited him in hospital every week, and he had received two very brief fleeting visits from his wife Sarah, who apologised for the shortness of her visits, but she use the excuse that she was working in a munitions factory on war work. However there seemed to be a coolness between his parents and Sarah, which the more he thought about it caused him some concern. Sarah and he had been an item virtually since their early school days. They had grown up together gone to school together, and it seemed ordained that they should eventually marry. Which they did three months before the outbreak of hostilities. Tony had been a Sub Lieutenant in the peacetime RNVR and had been called to full time service in September 1939. He had been promoted to Lieutenant some two months after his call up. His home in Stratford was one of a typical terraced house with an outside toilet, and open coal fires. They had gas for cooking and some heating, and his father had paid for Electricity to be put in just before the war started. On arriving home he opened the front door with his key, and let himself in. His mother was working away in the kitchen and when she heard the kitchen door open. She thought it was his father, and she said "About time you roused yourself Fred Nash or you will be late for work again." Tony said quietly "Hello Mum." His mother gave a little shriek, as she turned and hugged him. His father entering the kitchen said facetiously. "There you see Hilda Nash, I've caught you at long last in the arms of a bloody sailor after all these years." Tony shook hands with his Dad and his mother now in tears, turned to pour him a cup of tea. Tony felt exhausted and he slumped in an armchair, his leg throbbed, and he knew that the physical weakness was partially caused by the weeks he had lain in bed. The doctor had told him that if he took care, he would gradually get his muscle tone back. He was told to rest, and take moderate exercise when he felt like it. He knew full well that he was some way from full fitness and that he had only been allowed home because of the extreme pressure on beds. The hospitals were still dealing with a lot of long term wounded from Dunkirk, and casualties from the Battle of Britain air attacks, and were glad to release beds to cater for the ever increasing numbers of incoming casualties from the war. By the time his mother had poured his tea he was fast asleep. His father looked down at his sleeping son and said quietly. "Just let him sleep mother, the poor bastard has earned it" "How about Sarah?" his mother asked. "The lad will be able to deal with it better when he has slept for a while." His father said as he picked up his lunch bag and left for his work in the nearby docks. It was about midday when there was a loud banging on the front door. As his mother opened it a very pregnant and a hostile Sarah Nash, Tonys' wife burst through the door. "Where is he? I know he is here because he has been seen. I bet you have had a lovely time slagging me off." "He has been asleep since he came." His mother told her. As Sarah burst through the kitchen door, she saw her husband lying in the chair still with his overcoat on, just wakening from his deep sleep by his wife's shouting. As he saw Sarah he gave a big smile which turned to wonder, and then to a mixture of amazement and anger as he saw her condition. "What ......" "Yes you can talk I bet you have been putting it about, while you have been away. So OK I had a bit on the side and I slipped up." Sarah stopped talking as Tony stood up, for the first time showing signs of fear, as she saw the anger on his face. "I have been totally faithful to you all the time I have been away." Tony said quietly. " I have been tempted then I thought of you, and I have never once stepped out of line once." "That' a big lie." Sarah said with a big sneer on her face. Tony was incensed as he raised his hand as though to strike her. His mother shouted. "No Tony!" "So that is why you were wearing that loose coat when you came to visit me, and would not take it off?" "Well if you had died, as they said you might, there would have been no problem for me - would there?" "What an evil thing to say, you bitch" His mother said as she now joined in the argument. "Get out of thus house NOW." His mother shouted, as she grabbed a rolling pin from the draining board. Sarah tuned and almost ran out of the house, in tears herself. Tony slumped back in the chair. "Why didn't you tell me mother?" He asked . "You were ill, and we did not want to cause you any distress when you regained consciousness, and we thought it was a matter for the two of you to sort out." "Who is the father?" "I am told that he is a worker from the docks. He is still living with his wife as far as I know." His mother said. That Evening It was that evening that Tony now having found out the name of Sarah's lover from his father and decided to call on to ensure that she knew about her husbands affair with Sarah. "I don't particularly want to sort him out, I want to make sure that his wife knows what a lying cheating bastard she is married to." Tony told his father. His father would not let Tony go on his own, but insisted on going with him. The house was not far, and Tony knocked on the door. A very young looking blonde haired lady came to the door. Tony noticed that she had a bruise on her cheek which had been adeptly reduced by some clever make-up, and Tony's father asked her hesitantly "Are you Mrs. Bridges, the husband of Reg Bridges who works on number three dock?" She looked very hesitant as she answered. "Why is he hurt?" Tony replied. "No not yet." "I gather he is not here?" Tony asked. "No he is working overtime." "Yes he may be, but not at the docks.? Tonys father said caustically. Tony then said. " I came home today, and found out that my wife is about eight months pregnant, and your husband is the father." She did not look as shocked as Tony thought she ought to be. "You had better come in and we can discuss this in private." She said quietly. At the same time looking around to see if any of the neighbours were listening. They sat down and for about five minutes. Tony's father told her exactly what he knew, and he said. " I know for a fact that he is not working overtime tonight. So we can guess where he is now can't we?" Eventually his wife looked up at them, her eyes were full of tears. "I am so sorry. It is not the first time this has happened. Can we go and get the proof, and then we will know what to do?" Tony said quietly. "I am sorry Mrs. Bridges I don't want to cause any trouble for you, but I do think that you should know what is happening. In a way I am glad that I found out what my wife is like before we started a family. It has been a big shock for me to come home and find this out for myself." As they walked to Sarah's home Mrs. Bridges turned to Tony and his father and said. "Please call me Tina." Tony said "OK but only if you call me Tony " When they arrived at the house Tony opened the front door with his own personal key, as it was where he and Sarah had been living with her mother, since they had first married. Sarah's mother stood up in alarm. as they walked in the house. Tony took no notice of her, as he climbed the stairs slowly to the bedroom slightly handicapped by his injuries, where as they had expected Tina found her husband in bed with Sarah. Tony ignored Sarah and her lover, as he opened the wardrobe, and started removing his personal clothes and belongings. Sarah sat up in alarm, as Tony's father and her lovers wife confronted them. Tina started raving at her husband. Sarah said. "This is the end - we are finished, and you don't lay a finger on me. "You bloody hypocrite I bet you have been having it away every night with some doxy or another." Tony looked at his wife. "I have never slept with another woman in my life, I have always been faithful to you despite many temptations." Sarah looked up at him." I don't believe you." Tony looked at her." I loved you, but now this is the end." Reg Bridges sat up in bed and opened his mouth. Tony just looked at him. "One word and I ram my fist down your throat." Tina grabbed a hairbrush and started hitting her husband about the head. Being naked he was at an obvious disadvantage , He raised his hand to strike Tina, but Tony intervened and hit him right on the point of his jaw. He flopped back in the bed not moving. Tina looked at Sarah. She was sobbing as she spoke. "This is not the first time he has done this, but now he is all yours I will put his clothes in the outside Loo for him to fetch." Sarah and her mother by now were all in tears for different reasons. The whole incident only took about four minutes. Meanwhile Tony had finished packing his meagre possessions, and his father took his case while Tony picked up his guitar where it was leaning in the corner. Tony caught hold of Tina's arm and said. "Come on Tina we have finished here." Tina was quiet as they walked home, then she turned to Tony and asked quietly. "Could I ask you a favour Tony please? Do you think you could stay with me tonight in case he comes home and he is violent towards me again? " Tonys father said I have another better idea. "I have got a complete set of locks at home and we can soon change all your locks for you. I will nip home and get them." Tony agreed anyway to stay with her, but he pointed out. "I am still a bit handicapped with a wonky knee, but I will certainly stay and keep you company!."' Next Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Repercussions While Tony and his father were kept busy changing the locks Tina was busy packing, or rather throwing her husbands possessions into a couple of old potato sacks. She then unceremoniously dragged them out of the back door and stashed them by the outside toilet. When Tony tried to help her she refused saying "This is a job that I must do and have had the satisfaction of doing myself." After Tony and his father had finished changing the locks, his father left to go home, and Tony and Tina settled down. They talked for a long while about many things and the war. She cooked a nice meal with her meagre rations, and they had a long talk getting to know one another. Tony found himself quickly warming to her. She was both gutsy, and extremely charming, and had a very extrovert personality. She was a natural blonde, and she was quite petite with a lovely fair complexion and a very witty sense of humour when she was completely relaxed. All of a sudden with -out really realising what was happening Tony found Tina in his arms, and they were kissing quite passionately. Tina without speaking took him by the hand and led him upstairs to the bedroom As they entered the bedroom Tony grabbed her and kissed her. She broke away from his kiss and within seconds she was naked, and lying on the bed looking up at him expectantly. Tony hesitated and he said to Tina. "Look Tina you don't really want to do this, because parts of my body are not nice to look at, my injuries are still healing and the scars are still very new." She looked up at him and said almost angrily. " Tony love, never be ashamed of your scars they are scars of honour, and you should not ever feel ashamed of them, or shy about them." Tony still not totally reassured shyly removed his shirt and exposed his body to Tina . "By God they did gave you a hammering. " She said. But now come here please Tony!. Holding her arms up to him A few seconds later and he had joined her on the bed. Tina made Tony turn on to his stomach, and she gradually went round his scars and kissed each one. "There my darling man my kisses are magic, and they will help your scars to heal. " Tony faced her now feeling a little more relaxed. He realised not for the first time just how extremely beautiful she was. She looked even younger with no clothes on, just like a young teenager, she was so slim with a beautiful complexion, but her breasts were small, and gave the impression that they were the breasts of a young girl, and not a fully formed woman. They started to kiss and fondle each other. My War Then Tony said "Tina you are only the second woman I have ever made love to. There has been only Sarah before you. So if I am not very good at this I am sorry." Tina said. "That's not a problem, in fact I think I am honoured that I am to be your second. In fact you are almost a virgin." They had little giggle over that remark, as Tony stroked and sucked her breasts, and her nipples, and she in turn started kissing down his body, running her tongue over his erection then she plunged her mouth down over his cock. Her long blonde hair tickling his thighs as her head bobbed up and down. It was a good feeling, but she was going too fast for him and he was too big and he could feel her teeth scraping along his cock. So he gently pulled her away. "I think I am too big for you honey, you are hurting me." "I want you to make love to me properly Tony. When your husband leaves you for another woman it damages your self esteem. He has not made love to me properly for a long time. He always pleaded he was too tired Now because of you, I now know why " She said quietly. Then she added "I will always wonder whether he went away from me because I was a bad wife or lover. I can never be sure can I?" Tony pulled her down next to him. "Are you sure you want to do this Tina- we hardly know one another yet? Look love, you are a very pretty girl, and you could get any man you want." . "Except my husband!" Tina remarked with a trace of venom in her voice. "I think that is rubbish!" Tony said. She did not reply, as she just kept on making love to him so he let the subject drop and enjoyed holding her, he kissed her and fondled her breasts, and then he ran his hands down to her groin. She moaned gently, obviously enjoying the feelings that he was giving her. She was still gently fondling his cock with her hands, quite enthusiastically although she was very quiet. So he kissed my way down her body and started kissing her thighs gradually working in to the lips of her pussy. Tony licked her clit, and she responded quite violently tossing her body round the bed and moaning Tina started to nuzzle his neck and lavishing little kisses on his cheeks and then his eyes. Her love making had suddenly become quite vigorous, They had a long sensuous kiss and then he pushed her legs apart as he positioned himself to push into her. Then Tina asked. "Can I come on top Tony, you are rather bigger than I am used to, and it will be easier for your leg?" He was quite happy to do it that way as he lay back and she straddled him. He could see that she was nervous. She placed the tip of his cock between her vagina lips, hesitating for just a few seconds, as she then just let her weight drop gently down on to him. The sensations for him were out of this world, she was quite small and his cock was for her on the large side, and although she was quite wet she really had to put her weight on to let it penetrate her properly. Tony looked up at her, and there was still a hint of nervousness in her eyes, and then she gave him a little smile, he breathed a sigh of relief as he knew she was relaxing and enjoying it. He heard Tina suck in her breath and then he felt her relax, she gave a little gasp and then he knew he was as deep inside her as he could go. She flopped forward on to his body, covering his face with passionate kisses. Then she started moving her hips in unison with him, her moans increased, and she started moving with increased enthusiasm. She was giving little shrieks and moans and Tony knew that all was well with her and she was enjoying herself. He was surprised at the exotic feelings she was giving him, her vagina muscles were working, vibrating and massaging him as though she was an old pro. Quite quickly he was creeping forward to his orgasm, and to his relief Tony felt her body tense as she gave little moans and shrieks as she had a number of small orgasms and then he felt her body stiffen, and then she gave out a loud wail as without warning she had her first major orgasm She flopped forward into his arms and they stayed locked together for several moments as they recovered their breath. Then Tony slipped out of her as their juices flooded out on to the counterpane. Tina looked at him and spoke quietly "Was that as good for you as it was for me? She asked. Tony looked at her. "Well I know you are a good cook. Now I also know you are a fabulous lover, so I think your husband must be allergic to blondes, or else he is off his rocker!" Tina grabbed him by the ears and whispered pulling him close as she kissed him and then said . "Thank you lover!." It was later about 9.30 that evening and Tina and Tony were down stairs in the lounge sitting and listening to the war news on the radio, and recovering from their exertions. The sirens had sounded, but so far nothing much was happening very near them, and they were just relaxing in each others company. They were both in their own way feeling a bit down after discovering the treachery of their respective partners, but to a certain extent they were compensated by having found each other, although Tony in his heart was not sure how far the relationship would or could develop. Suddenly there was a banging on the front door and Tina nervously stood up switched off the light and peeped through the blackout curtains. "Its my brother Dean." She said excitedly. She opened the door and threw her arms round the mans neck. Tony stood up and after a moment she introduced Tony, and Dean introduced the lady as the first Mrs. Bridges . The story came out that the lady was named Beryl, and she was married to Reg Bridges, and she had subsequently given birth to two children with him. He had disappeared when he got his calling up papers for the Army. She produced a wedding photograph, and a marriage certificate. She maintained that they had never been divorced. Tony looked at Tina and said. "That means you are not legally married then." Tina gave a whoop of delight after it gradually sunk in, and then the story of their adventures of that day came out, and Dean was bristling with pent up anger especially when he saw his sisters bruised eye. "Tina said "Tony is staying the night with me in case he comes back and tries something. Dean said "That's good of you mate, now you can go home, because I am here now." Tina butted in. "Hold on bruv, this is my house, and Tony is staying with me tonight with me, in my bed." He looked at Tony and then said. "Sorry Sis, but at least you are going up in the world having an officer as a boyfriend." While Tina was getting some food for her brother and Mrs. Bridges, Dean told Tony that the family had not approved of Reg Bridges in the first place. Neither he or Tina's other brother went to the wedding as they knew that he had a reputation as a bully, and they were against him marrying their sister. Their parents went to the wedding to show some level of support for Tina. Tina had met him when she was working at the Wolverhampton Hippodrome when she had a part in the pantomime "Puss in Boots." Reg her husband was a stage hand their, and had charmed his way into her affections. As Dean talked Tony could see that he was obviously very proud of his little sister as he extolled her ability as both a Pianist and Singer. It was about 10,30 that the police knocked at the door and told Tina that Reg had been arrested for bigamy. They took possession of the marriage licence and wedding photographs and also his personal belongings and Tina and Mrs. Bridges were both requested to call at the station to make a full statement the next day. The next morning Dean had gone as he had to work and Tina and Mrs. Bridges both went to the Police Station together. Before they went Tony looked across at Tina. "Well I suppose that I should be going home now as long as you are alright." Tina smiled happily at him. "Yes thank you Tony I should be OK now." "Shall I see you tonight?" Tony asked. "Well I'm working until about 10.00 o clock providing there is not a raid. What had you in mind?" "Well I thought I might go to the George and have a drink, they usually have a good sing song going and I thought you might enjoy it?" "Yes I like a good sing song , but I tell you what, if I don't see you before, pop along here after closing time and I could be very easily persuaded to give you breakfast in the morning again." Tony kissed Tina. "I am sorry for what has happened, but I do not want to lose touch with you Tina. I feel that you are the only good thing that has happened to me in the past 24 hours." Tony's mother was glad to see him and he spent the day talking about Tina. His anger and disappointment about Sarah still nagged him. It was hard to forget the girl he had grown up with, and all the intimate moments they had shared together, but when he thought of Tina he found it hard to contain himself, he just wanted to be with her. He told his mother that Tina had again invited him to stay the night ,and for a moment Tony thought he could detect a hint of disappointment in his mothers eyes. After tea Tony and his father went to the George Public House for a drink. They had to push their way through the packed bar, and for a moment Tony had a feeling of panic, but his father caught his elbow and people seeing him in uniform, and walking with the help of his walking stick they made way for him. The landlord greeted Tony enthusiastically. Tony had at times when he was home from university played his guitar for the patrons at the George, to earn some extra pocket money, and he was well known by a lot of the regulars. Many of them offered to buy him a drink, which having already got a drink Tony politely refused. Suddenly the Landlord rang the bell for silence he stood on a chair behind the bar, and said. "Ladies and Gentleman I am pleased tonight to welcome home Lieutenant Tony Nash. RNVR As some of you know Tony earned the Distinguished Service Cross and was badly wounded whilst commanding an old Paddle Steamer with a crew of volunteers on four crossings across the channel and back to Dunkirk. He saved a lot of soldiers from capture, and also saved many lives, although on the last crossing he himself was badly wounded. Tony nearly died from his wounds, but after a very long stay in hospital we are glad to say that he is back with us, and is well on his way to a full recovery. Now ladies and gentleman, will you please join me in singing with me and for Tony "For he's a jolly good fellow?" Tony was quite embarrassed with the refrain that everyone joined in and had many people started to pat him on the back and wish him well. Suddenly the landlord reached across the bar to Tony, and handed him a guitar would you like to join the pianist, and give us a few tunes. Tony was quite embarrassed and his father urged him to join in. With his fathers help, and with the crowd making way for him he found himself at the piano looking down at Tina who was the resident pianist. She jumped up and embraced him kissing him on the lips passionately, to the chorus of many cheers from the other patrons. Together they played a selection of Christmas music, until the bell rang to announce that an air raid warning had just sounded and patrons were invited to move downstairs to the cellar. But Tina got her coat, and hand in hand they walked home to Tina's house to the sound of distant anti-aircraft fire, and the light of probing searchlights as the Luftwaffe made their presence felt over the London dockland. It was almost 9.00 am the next morning when there was a loud banging on the front door. Tina opened the door to find Tony's mother standing there. His mother asked Tina "Is Tony still here?" "Yes he is still in bed." Tina replied. "Well young lady, I am a bit angry with him, he is my only son and he seems to be spending all his time with you ." Tina tried to interrupt, but his mother held up her hand. "Let me finish." "I can see he is attracted to you young lady, his father likes you, and I would like to get to know you, so why don't you pack your bags and move in with us, and by the way that also includes Christmas as well." Tina burst into tears and threw her arms round his mother and whispered. "Oh thank you that would be lovely." Chapter 3 next Chapter Three Christmas . When Tony awoke Christmas morning Tina was lying in bed with her head on his shoulder. The sheet was thrown back, as her hand slowly moved over his body, moving down lightly tracing his wound scars and onwards to play with his pubic hairs and gently stroke his erection. With this attention his erection soon grew and turning he lovingly embraced her. She slipped quietly out of bed, her slim naked body exquisite and silhouetted against the morning light. She stood looking down lovingly at Tony, amidst the crumpled bed clothes. He had turned on his stomach breathing heavily, and she could clearly see the reddish brown wound marks on his back slowly healing a bit more each day. Then Tony turned to look up at her, holding out his arms to her. Tina smiled and quickly returned to the bed straddling his body and looking down at the passion in his eyes as he gazed back at her. Smiling happily she slid down his belly till her sex was rubbing against his cock, her nipples teasing his chest. She could feel his hips thrusting upwards under her as she kissed him passionately her tongue forcing its way into his mouth probing and exploring. Then she moved down the bed as she took him in her mouth her tongue stroking the underside of his cock, shaking and trembling from the pleasure his hips were thrusting wildly upwards as the agony of desire swept through his body. Then she fell forward into his arms and kissed him lightly on the cheek. For the first time she realised that she was being loved, instead of just being used as a sex object. Her ex husband was now for her a thing of the past. Now she had found Tony, life had taken on a totally different meaning for her. She lay her cheek on his shoulder, and taking his hand she placed it on her breast. Tony could feel the warmth of her breasts as he played with her bullet hard nipples. Her heart was beating very fast. her arms round his neck holding him tight as she bent down to kiss him. Tony lay there enjoying the feel of her soft flesh. The very closeness and the warmth of her sent a fire to his stomach that set his whole body trembling. She was really beautiful, he had noticed her extraordinary beauty when he had first met her despite the stress of the occasion. He looked into her face, as he focused on the shape of her lips, the tendrils of her beautiful blonde hair as it lay on the slope of her neck and the feel of her body trembling with her desire for him. Tony could restrain himself no longer, He kissed her gently on the lips, as he pulled her forward into his arms. His head once again clutched to her heaving breast, while he allowed one hand to rest on her bosom . He wanted her, too, with a need that overwhelmed all rational thought. As the kiss deepened, he traced the curve of her jaw with his fingertips, then he ran his fingers through her hair again, feeling the softness, as it flowed on to her neck. He felt her cool fingers as once again she felt his cock, while he cupped her now hard breasts; he could feel them warm in his hands. He shifted his thumbs to stroke the hardening nipples, as they moved closer together embracing and kissing fiercely. Tony released her, turning round he bent his head down to her groin, stroking the smooth skin with his fingers. He kissed her vagina, flicking his tongue in and out quickly. Her hips jerked rapid reaction and she groaned, as her hips moved, as now her hand on the back of his head forcing him even harder against her now swollen and wet vagina. His tongue reached in, touching her clitoris, now very hard and excited. He felt her body tense, then twist in ecstatic agony of contortions as she thrust her pelvis upwards from the bed. Her head was flicking from side to side as little moans of pleasure forced their way through her lips. Tony could not last any longer. He got up kneeling over her, his cock erect straight out in front of him. He looked down at this lovely creature, for a brief moment. "Tina I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known and I love you!." She said nothing, as her arms came round him in an almost bone crushing hug. Tony tucked his arm under her neck, leaning on his elbow as he looked down at the passion in her eyes. He kissed her once again lightly on the lips. She looked up at him speaking through clenched lips. " Please darling love me. I want you, very badly!" She was fondling his scrotum. Her hand was soft and cool, as she lay there gazing up at him. His hand was still stroking her vagina, making little excursions inside. He could feel the dampness leaking on to his fingers, as her body twisted and turned underneath him. He could feel Tina moving under his thighs, as she positioned herself to take his cock in her hand to guide him into her vagina.He entered her slowly, savouring every little advance. With each stroke, he slowly withdrew, slowly entering again and again as each thrust took him slightly deeper, into her depths, ignoring the soft moans of pleasure being squeezed from her lips, Tina was moaning louder and louder, her body was quivering and rocking, her legs were locked tightly behind his back, holding him still inside her. It was not long before their bodies started to quiver together, pushing against her pelvis the first orgasms came, little short bursts of activity, getting even longer and more intense, as their love making got more frenetic. Finally it came far too quickly for Tony, in a long shuddering climax together. she screamed. "Don't stop Oooh. Please don't stop". Their coming lasted for what seemed a very long time. Slowly they relaxed on to their sides, gazing into each others eyes. His cock still inside her, and still ready for more. It was then that his mother knocked the door and entered with two cooked breakfasts on a tray. "Happy Christmas you two." She warbled. They replied with a "Happy Christmas" and they all kissed and hugged. "Just take your time and get up when you are ready. Your father and I are going to the eleven o clock service and we would love you to join us. But it's up to you," His mother said just as she left them. Tina looked at Tony " I would love to go. I think we have a lot to be thankful for this Christmas don't you think?" The family gathered for lunch after church and Tony marveled that his mother had been able to get together such a wonderful feast. She had been lucky enough to get a fresh chicken, and a small piece of Pork, and Tina had scrambled together enough ingredients to make a small Christmas Pudding with some fresh home made custard. Then to top it all a few mince pies appeared from out of the depths of the pantry. After lunch they gathered round the Radio to listen to the King speaking to the Commonwealth at 3.00 pm. Their thoughts went out to the people of Europe who were spending their Christmas under the Nazi Jack Boot, and all the many families who had been separated by the war. Then Tony who had only a week of his leave left said. "I don't really need to use my walking stick any more, and I think that I have gained most of my fitness. I think that the doctors will probably pass me fit for sea service again." A week later Tony had a full physical examination at the Haslar Royal Naval Hospital at Gosport. After his review the Surgeon Commander said. "Lieutenant you have made a fantastic recovery, but in our opinion you are not yet fit for Sea Service. But others have noted that you have an Honours Degree in Business Studies and that you are also fluent in German. You are however fit for light duties." My War "Tony replied, '"Yes Sir." "We have been requested in these circumstances to ask you to return you to the Royal Naval Barracks. I don't know what they have lined up for you, but I think that your academic qualifications will probably be put to good use. "Will I ever be fit for service again sir?" Tony asked. The Commander smiled. "I would almost bet that in a year or so - you will be perfectly fit if you continue the present progress. It's not only your body which has taken such a pounding, but we are increasingly finding that physical injuries such as yours also have sometimes inflicted psychological damage as well. You also need time for your mind to heal as well." The next morning he was interviewed at the Royal Naval Barracks by two civilians and a Commander from the Naval Schoolmaster Branch. They questioned him on his academic abilities and seemed to have a full resume of his academic career in front of them. The Commander then questioned him in German and seemed very satisfied with the outcome." He was then told that in the following morning he would be receiving his written orders, but he would be returning to London for another weeks leave before reporting to his new posting, which would be at the Admiralty in the New Year.". The following morning the Barracks Commander sent for him. He greeted him with a smile. I have been asked to give you your orders personally, and explain the unusual circumstances that have warranted this situation. First of all congratulations are in order, as you have been promoted to acting Lieut Commander RNVR. This is in line with the new responsibilities that you are being given, so the first thing for you to do is to pop along to the tailor and get your uniforms altered. You can then go home and on the 5th January you report to room 44 at the War Office 10,30 am. I know nothing further about the appointment other than its top secret. Anyway Good Luck." Tony saluted and left his mind in a whirl. He was home by early evening, both Tina and his parents were taken aback when they saw that he had been promoted. The following few days Tina and Tony thoroughly enjoyed themselves. The evenings were spent in the pub with Tony and Tina entertaining the patrons. When the Luftwaffe arrived as it did every evening quite regularly, they moved to the cellar which acted as air raid shelter and Tony took his guitar and the sing song would continue until the all clear sounded. Eventually the last day of his leave arrived, and they had to face their parting. Tina sat down with Tony and said quietly. " Tony you have given me a wonderful Christmas and utterly restored my faith in men after the rat that I thought I had married. I am 100% sure that I am in love with you, but we can do nothing until your divorce comes through anyway, but this time I think we both want it to be right. I am going to join ENSA, or if they do not want me, I will join one of the other services. I want you to have a few dates with other women. I want you to be sure that if we marry I am going to be the right woman for you. You need to relive those wasted teenage years that you had with Sarah. You have only known two women, and you are in many ways like a teenager, and you don't have enough life experience to be absolutely sure that I am the right wife for you. I want you to be one hundred per cent if we marry that I am the right woman to be your wife. When your divorce is final, we can then decide whether we want to marry or not." Tony was shocked. "Are you giving me a gentle brush off Tina?" Tina with tears in her eyes said. "No darling, perhaps its because the last few days have been so wonderful. I want to be absolutely sure that we are both right for each other. Next time I want to be married for life." Chapter 4 Next Chapter 4 Room 44 As ordered Tony reported to room 44 at the War Office on the 5th January. It was a cold January day with flakes of winter snow in the air. Room 44 was more like a department with a large conference room with side rooms. He was a little surprised to be met by a very young and very attractive sexy blonde female Wing Commander in the RAF. He noticed that she wore the wings of a pilot which was unusual for WAAF. They were the only two people in the room and she gave Tony a big friendly smile and invited him to sit down. "I am Wing Cdr Sadie Rowan and I expect that you are as surprised as I was, when I found myself here It was only yesterday that I found that I had been appointed to command this new unit. I was also surprised, and highly delighted to find that you had been appointed as my second in command, but I don't think you remember me do you Commander?" Tony said "No maa'm I am sorry but I must be blind or drunk not to have remembered you." "Well I am not surprised, because it was on the Fairy Queen, on the return from Dunkirk that I saw you standing on that open bridge. I was there when you were so viciously gunned down. I saw you valiantly struggle to your feet, time and time again, to try and keep command of the ship, and get us back safely, and when you did finally collapse, I helped the army medics bandage you up when they attended to you." "I hope you will excuse my poor memory in those circumstances maa'm Tony said, but I knew I would have remembered you had I been fully conscious." She gave a little giggle." Well Tony down to business. I was only briefed yesterday . This is a new unit set up to search out nasty people, who also came across with us from Dunkirk, and who don't really want us to win the war, or who in many cases find themselves being blackmailed into working for the Nazi's and who keep selling our secrets to Adolf. Our new unit will comprise a mixture of both civilian and service people, all with a variety of expertise which should be useful in our task. We do not have any power of arrest, because it is essential we must remain incognito in order to continue our work. In other words we find the nasty people by various devious means, collate what evidence we can, and turn them over to the boys in blue or MI5. You are an expert in signals, and also Business Administration Graduate, and you are also fluent in German. I am a psychology graduate and fluent in French,. tomorrow we will be joined by about twenty more people who between us we have to get organised and get working." Tony said "It sounds interesting , but it all sounds as though it could be a bit dangerous." Sadie then said. "That was my first thoughts as well , but on reflection maybe it will be more interesting than dangerous. You see most of these people are not real agents as such, they just listen to rumours or they approach service people, get friendly and probably buy them a few drinks, seduce them, or even blackmail them into revealing little bits of what seems non important information, by finding out what unit they serve in, where they are stationed and what sort of equipment they have. It works like a jig saw with lots of snippets of information coming together to complete the bigger picture. They are also interested in the war factories, where they make guns and airplanes and things." We see all the posters about careless talk and its amazing how a number of rumours can lead to the truth being discovered. For this reason care has to be taken in various ways. Apparently there was a destroyer in Portsmouth only last week which was issued with tropical kit, and soon everyone was saying "Oh they are off to the Med or the Far East, especially when they got jabs for Cholera. The dockies went home and told their wives, the crew went ashore, and were talking about what they were going to buy their girl friends in Gibraltar and so on in the local pub. So you can see how a little thing like that can tell the enemy a lot, that's why the government has to clamp down on careless talk. Our intelligence picked up from an agent, that the Germans already knew that they had been issued with tropical kit." "Did they get to the Med?" "No Tony they offloaded the Kit at Scapa and the Admiralty sent them to Iceland instead. We also know that some of these involuntary agents are required to report back on how accurate the Luftwaffe were the night before in bombing raids, or they are even told to light fires or flash torches near armament factories to guide the Luftwaffe on to their targets." We have to do what is necessary to get the goods on these people within certain limits. "Well Sadie my marriage is on the rocks, my wife found another man, and so I suppose it may not be too much of a problem, if I have to put myself out a bit. Some of it could all become a bit boring I suppose " Tony said. "We also have to look at one or two so called neutral consulates. If we can prove that they are obtaining information, and passing it on to the Nazi's, the government will act. But on some occasions we can also use informants by priming them with false and misleading information and so the idea is that we will make them work unwittingly for us without their knowledge. In your case you are going to be billeted with the Second Sea Lord, and you will have a desk in his department at the Admiralty. You will be given a non essential task which is to be made to sound very hush hush as we want to draw some of these people on to you. I will be doing something similar in the Air Ministry. We will be given freedom of movement but we report our movements back through our admin officer here who we will met tomorrow." Sadie looked at her watch and then said. "Tony we have a lunch appointment with our titular boss from MI5 where we will be further briefed. Before we go please call me Sadie when we are on our own, we have to work closely together, so to a large extent service formality must go out the window, so at times will our uniforms. We are also free to wear civilian clothes if we consider it helps us in our job, and Tony I for one propose to take full advantage of that concession." The gentleman from MI5 who was their titular boss was a typical civil servant. His name was Arthur and he was very pleasant, and very informative, but Tony felt that there was a certain amount of reluctance on his part to give too much away to amateurs like them. It was a pleasant lunch, on completion of their lunch, he handed Sadie a pile of files of personnel and a list of people and places where service personnel had recently reported being approached, or had noted some suspicious behaviour, or perhaps they had been quietly pumped for information in a pub or club somewhere. There were also many reports of people seen acting suspiciously. In most cases there was not enough evidence for the security service, or the police to act, or enough personnel available to investigate all the complaints, and this was where the Room 44 unit came in, your job is to go and investigate the suspicions from members of the public, and to either verify or discount the suspicions. You look listen and report back, on no account are you to take any actions yourselves." Sadie and Tony spent the afternoon going through the files of Personnel that had been allocated to them They all seemed to have quite distinguished records, and between them a multitude of skills. He also noticed that most of the service people had all suffered serious injuries of one type or another and were on light duties. The unit was mostly men, but their was a sprinkling of women usually with specialist skills. One woman who was to become very important to the Unit was a civilian lady called Tracy Morgan, a middle aged woman who had been seconded from one of the other ministries. She was appointed to be the executive officer and handle all the administration. She would have two other women and a retired army officer to work with her. The next morning, they had an assembled crowd of about 35 people from different branches, both senior NCOs' and officers of the three services plus a few civilians. Between them they had a whole range of specialists. The one thing they had in common was the bewildered look on their faces as they came into the room one by one, especially when they viewed the motley assembly of uniforms from the different services. As Tony looked round the room it was quite a sight with a myriad of uniforms and personnel, very few of them being acquainted with one another. Sadie insisted the doors were locked and a sentry posted outside before she opened the meeting. She went through the aims of the unit and then turned over the meeting to Tony to cover the administration aspects of the project. Tony and Sadie had decided that initially he would keep each service in their own service groups. This would encourage people to get to know each other The five civilians formed a group of their own. He explained that later the groups may well be reformed later, but much would depend on the measure of their success. He finished by saying. "This is a new unit, a lot of us between us have seen a lot of active service, and received some horrific injuries but this is something new, and we will just have to feel our way as we go. We probably will not have a long life, but with the evacuation from Dunkirk and the continual drift of people making their way across the channel in small boats we now have many new people in the country, and we have no means of checking their backgrounds. If we do our jobs properly we will save lot of lives and help to win the war. Mot of these people are being blackmailed into helping the Nazis as they have relatives back home in Europe. The Nazis threaten to send their relatives to concentration camps unless they co-operate" Sadie pointed out that the following day they would start a training programme which would last about two weeks. She explained how the many agents who had had slipped into the country through the evacuation of Dunkirk posed such a big threat. They were not necessarily professional agents, but in the main their job was getting low level intelligence, and they themselves were still in the process of getting themselves full organised. Four of the civilians attached to the unit would concentrate on intercepting radio traffic keeping a 24 hour watch and would work with the various police, and army signal intercepting units and reporting suspicious radio traffic. She gave an example of the type of thing they were up against, by describing how an aircraft factory near Birmingham had been earmarked by an agent lighting three small fires in oil drums round the perimeter of the factory which would guide aircraft on to the target. She said fortunately a policeman found them and quickly had them re- sited them round an empty field nearby. The field shortly afterwards was saturated with high explosive and incendiary bombs. At the end of the meeting she told all of them that they would be billeted for the next two weeks in the Thistle Hotel near the War Office, but further accommodation would be sorted out by the Administrative officer, depending on where they were to be stationed. Most of the service people would be attached or located near to military units or airfields around the country and that was one of the reasons why they had been selected from the different services. You will have virtually nominal duties and will have freedom to enter and leave your duties and barracks whenever the need arrives. This will be arranged with your new C.O's but that is all they will know. You must resist any discussion of what your real purpose is. It is important that you get to know as many of your messmates as possible and where they go in their free time, because that is where the 'German nasties" will contact them in their search for information." After the meeting Sadie and Tony had a little chat, and they decided that they could continue their discussions over dinner later. It was about 7.30 when Tony opened the door to a ravishing looking Sadie standing there looking seductively at him. She was wearing civilian clothes and she was looking absolutely lovely. She was wearing a long black evening dress with a silver fox fur and she had her hair tied back in a sort of a bun at the back. He got a whiff of exotic perfume as she passed him. She came in and he closed the door looking meaningfully at Tony as she put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door knob. As he did. Sadie walked over and took the phone off the hook and said to the operator "Please do not put any calls through until I call you." She was acting very peculiarly and had a very nervous expression on her face The look on her face made Tony stop short and look at her. "Tony I know this is an unusual request but I want you to fuck me please, for me it's a sort of therapy, but I also want you to know I am scared shitless at the thought of having sex with any man. You see what many people do not know, in fact only my superiors know the truth, and that I was raped on the way to Dunkirk by about ten drunken SS Storm troopers, and the thought of having sex with any man since then now scares the shits out of me." Tony looked at her he put out his arms and took her in a cuddle." I am so sorry and I think I can perfectly understand your fears. But Sady I am not very experienced in sexual matters." They stood there for a few moments as she lay her head on his shoulder. Tony could feel her slim body trembling as she lay in his arms. He released her and stood back and said sit down and I will get you a drink. As he was dispensing the drinks, he asked. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?" Sadie just nodded. "What were you doing in France in the first place, and how did you manage to escape?" "Yes Tony you do need to know." "I am, or I was a ferry pilot, which meant that my job was to ferry new aircraft from factories to RAF stations. I had to deliver this new Hurricane to a fighter base near Paris, and I suddenly realised as I was coming in to land that there were German planes and vehicles on the runway. I banked away and turned for home, but I was caught with a burst of fire from an ME 109, so I hedge hopped until I ran out of fuel. I managed to put my kite down in a field and set fire to the plane with the help of some Royal Engineers and a few cans of petrol. We had just finished when a Waffen SS patrol caught us. I was held in a deserted farmhouse, but the Royal Engineers were ruthlessly executed straight away. It was that night which became my night of terror. The next morning an officer turned up and had me tied up. They did not know I speak a bit of German, and he berated the men for raping me. He did not mince his words. He told me in English that I would stay there until they returned from their patrol, when I would be taken to a Prisoner of War Camp. I told him that I would be making a formal complaint to the Red Cross about my treatment, as I should have been treated as a prisoner of War as I was in RAF uniform and the fact that I was a woman should not be held against me. He did not argue, but before they left he sent the patrol off with the Sergeant, while he announced that he was going to check my bonds. However, he loosened my bonds considerably, and I think he wanted me to escape. It only took me about five minutes before I was free. From there I made my way on foot towards the coast and about two hours later I came up with a platoon of the Coldstream guards. I told them what had happened and they took me to the beach at Dunkirk. A padre arranged for me to get aboard the first available boat, as a matter of priority, and that was your Fairy Queen." Tony sat there stunned as she finished her story, he said quietly "I am so sorry if I have stirred up any bad memories. "No Tony as my number two, I think you needed to know." "If there is anything I can do for you please let me know?" Tony said quietly. "You already have Tony. I saw your bravery on the return trip that day, and you and some of the soldiers went a long way in restoring my faith in human nature. I saw you struggle to your feet twice after you were wounded to try and handle the ship, and it was only when an elderly Petty Officer took over from you, that you allowed a medic, and myself to dress your wounds, and try to make you comfortable. When we got into harbour the squaddies all stood and cheered and clapped you as they took you away in an ambulance. You were unconscious." My War "It matters to me," she croaked. My blurry eyes stared in fascination, how could she know what I was thinking, was I dreaming? From that moment on, it was a confused commotion of tearing clothes, needles and darkness. My war was over, my body had signed a cease fire agreement with my brain. *** I could feel the rain again, sparse droplets falling to my cheek and pooling along my nose. I opened my eyes expecting to see myself back down by the river. But I saw her, PFC Kent, standing watch over me with tears falling slowly. "I don't know which is worse, the tears falling on my face or when you pissed on my boots," I groaned. A smile quickly spread over her face, "You old fart, you ought to be thankful it was only your boots that got pissed on," she sassed. "Yes ma'am," "You think you're going to live?" she asked trying to wipe the tears away. "Seems like I don't have your permission to die, I guess I'll have to pull through." She blushed at my comment, "You scared the shit out of me out there," "That's my job, scaring all the young recruits, I reckon I'll make a man out of you yet," I rasped. "Oh, here we go again, here comes that girls don't belong here routine..." "No, you'll never hear that from me again. You're a soldier Kent, and I can't think of anyone that I'd rather have for a backup. I was wrong, and if you tell that to a soul, I'll have you scrubbing latrines for the rest of your tour, you got that private?" She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead, "You don't scare me anymore." "Knock that shit off, I got a reputation to uphold. The next thing you know the Lieutenant will be in here trying to get a hand job." Then out of the blue she asked, "Are you ever going to see her again and explain?" "See who, explain what?" "Veronica, your wife." I looked at her like a deer in headlights, I was stunned. Where had she come up with that? There wasn't another living soul besides Veronica that knew that story, that was something I kept locked away in a secret box in my brain. I had no answer for her, all I could do is stare. "You did a lot of talking after you were hurt, I didn't understand some of it but..." I didn't let her finish, "Just forget you ever heard any of that, that's none of your business. All that happened a long time ago..." "Sarge, you need to clear the table, just talk to her." The doc came in and broke up the party at that point. Kent said goodbye and I sulked over being found out. I ratted myself out, all those feelings that had been locked inside were stirred up to the top of the pot again. I was recovering and would be on the next transport out to Ramstein. I'd be checked out in the hospital there and back in the states soon. I was patched up but still had some trouble walking, I had scars now instead of open wounds. I'd been home for about a month but I was still going to the hospital for physical therapy, the wounds don't heal as fast on us "old" folks. The docs had me doing a lot of stretching and bending, I spent a couple of hours in the pool each week to help the sore muscles heal. When I wasn't at the hospital, there was a lot of time for me to remember. I had no way of forgetting what Kent had said. Maybe it was time to try and talk to Veronica and try to remove this lump that had been stuck in my throat for the last thirty years. I sucked it up and limped down to the pay phone. It took a while and more than a few tries to information, but I had a phone number in my hand. I was sure that my fingers wouldn't do what my brain was telling them, I expected a wrong number. "Hello," it was her, her voice was familiar to me even now. "Veronica?" I waited for the click at the other end, the signal that she had hung up on me. It didn't come. "So, this is a surprise, it's been a long time, how are you?" "As screwed up as ever, maybe worse." "That's not possible, how could you be?" she quipped. "I guess its time for me to stop being a caveman, do you think I might evolve? Can you picture me as an actual human being?" "Not a chance you old fart, it's too late for that." "Is it too late to say how sorry I am? How about a little understanding for a rusty old soldier?" "You still can't see it, can you? You're asking the wrong person, I'm not the one that can forgive you, that's not my job, it's yours." I heard the phone click as she hung up the receiver. I had expected for things to go a little differently, but I wasn't completely shocked. I listened to her words, but did I really understand what she meant? Not completely, maybe I never would. It seems that everyone but me knew exactly what I needed to do, all but me of course. My whole life at that point revolved around the hospital, I seemed to be doing everything there but sleeping. I got to know quite a few of the nurses, as I was always around. I sat in waiting areas for hours, but I was used to it after so many years in the military. There isn't much to do, so after reading all of the magazines a couple of times, I would offer to sort papers for the staff. One such boring morning, something caught my eye, a soldier I knew was here in the hospital. I didn't understand the doctorese, but I knew the name and thought I would wonder by and visit. It would be good to see somebody from the old outfit, at least I thought it would. PFC Kent, had been driving her deuce and a half when she hit a mine planted in the road. The fact that she was alive was good news, but you would have never known that after seeing her. She looked haggard and was unresponsive, she wouldn't even look at me. We'd been through a lot together on that day in the desert, she'd saved my ass. Kent had lost her left leg below the knee, and was not having an easy time accepting it. I stopped to see here every chance I could, but her attitude never wavered. The Doc encouraged me, he thought the presence of someone familiar might jump start her healing. It wasn't happening, she slid deeper and deeper into depression. My therapy was slacking off a little by then, but I seemed to be spending more and more time at the hospital. I was with Kent more each day, hell, I would even fall asleep sitting in the chair next to her bed. I'd been with her every day for weeks and she'd barely said a word. One night, sitting quietly together, I looked into her face and recognized a younger version of myself. I know that sounds idiotic, but she had that blank look about her that I had felt deep inside. I still felt that way some days, it's as if your will to go on were taken violently away from you. Your need to breathe sits off in a corner alone watching while you are powerless to react. Your pain and pleasure converse as if you weren't even there with them, you're left out of picture like an empty hull. In war, there is a phenomenon known as friendly fire, where soldiers are attacked by there own side. It is impossible to confront an unknown, unseen, and totally unexpected enemy. You can't fire back, you can't run, you're stuck in the middle. You sit with your head down and watch as your buddies die and fall in bloody heaps. Kent, like me before her, was attacking herself, a bloody firefight from within. I made the decision at that point not to keep my head down any longer, it was time for me to stop looking away. This was what Veronica meant, I had to do this to forgive myself. I had to stop being selfish and get on with life, it was time to look beyond my own fears for once. Kent needed me now, just like Veronica once had. I ran like a coward so many years ago, leaving my wife to deal with what I couldn't. Kent's legs wouldn't carry her now, so she was trying to avoid life by the only route she could. War is hell, but nothing like trying to reason with a pissed off uncooperative woman, it's a brain fuck from the first step. Each day, Kent's eyes tried to bore holes into me. Every act was met with angst or resistance, she fought my help like a samurai. I had finally gotten her to speak to me, I was now known to her as Sergeant Motherfucker, the prick, wormy cocksucker and a few other choice endearments. In my opinion, it was a step closer for her, she at least acknowledged my presence. Her battles with me meant she was alive, she was consciously choosing to reject my help. I started her on a routine, each day I would arrive at her bed with a wheel chair. It was the same every day, I, the cocksucker, would load a struggling and flailing Kent into the chair and limp along the gardens of the hospital. I was getting more exercise than I wanted and went home each night with aching, tired bones. During those walks, I tried my best to connect with her. I couldn't see any progress, but I wasn't going to quit. The strolls through the garden went on like clockwork with no outward change from her. I was by her side like a faithful dog, just hoping for a morsel to be thrown my way. Kent was a cruel master, not one single bone for this old hound. Normally, I would be at the hospital by zero eight hundred, but that day, the day things changed, I had an appointment I couldn't miss. It was sixteen hundred when I stepped off the elevator, the duty nurse hailed me as soon as she saw me. "Where the hell have you been?" she scolded. "Why, did you miss me?" I flirted. "Not me," she said as she pointed to Kent's room. "You're kidding," I said, and quick timed it to her room. She was sitting in her wheelchair, well goddamn, I couldn't believe it, she was saddled up and ready to go on our daily pilgrimage. So our walk started late that day, I was beat from a long damn day, but there was no way I was going to disappoint her. Kent was still taking the loss of her limb badly, she wouldn't use her crutches, and absolutely refused to look at the prosthetic leg. The wheelchair and I were becoming as much a part of her as her good leg. I discussed her release from the hospital with the Doc. He agreed it would probably do her a lot of good to get the hell out of there, but needed to be assured that she would be cared for. Cohabitation ain't all shits and giggles, there were times that I wanted to kick my own ass for thinking of it. Kent was redefining the term bitch, but I held my tongue, no need to upset the apple cart over minor inconveniences. I was fulfilling most of her basic needs, I cooked, I cleaned, I did her laundry, shit, I did it all but wipe her ass, and that's not to say I didn't help her onto the toilet. I wondered some times if she had me help so much just to piss me off. Her first bath was like two monkeys fucking a football, modesty had gone completely out the window by then, by the time I finally lifted her from the tub my clothes were wetter than she was. I knew she was capable of much, much more than she let on, but she continued refusing to admit it. I watched her strength build each week at her therapy sessions at the hospital. She was ready, but clung to the security of her wheelchair. The showdown came one night while she was in the bathtub, I pushed that goddamn wheelchair out the door and started cooking dinner. "Hey Sarge, I'm ready to get out of the tub," she yelled. "I'm busy." "Come on, I'm getting cold," she whined. "Not right now, I'm stirring the gravy." I shouted. "Stop fooling around and get me out of here," she commanded. "It ain't happenin' sweet cheeks, I told you, I'm busy." "GODDAMN YOU, GET IN HERE AND HELP ME," she screamed at the top of her lungs. I continued stirring my country gravy, I love that shit on hot biscuits. A couple of minutes later, Kent was standing in the doorway. She was dripping wet from head to toe, naked as the day she was born, and very noticeably steaming mad. It wasn't her nude body I noticed first, or the fact she was standing, it was that she had donned the prosthetic for the first time. "You rotten bastard, somebody ought to kick your ass," she hissed. "You got anyone in mind, or maybe you want to give it a whirl on your own?" I asked dryly, continuing to stir. I took the skillet off the burner and walked by her shivering body. I brought back a towel and wrapped it around her shoulders. Pulling her close, I held her tight while she cried for the first time since she stood over me back at the FOB. She let it out, tears, sobs, runny nose, and the whole smear. I couldn't help it, I was misting up too. The gravy was like glue by the time we got our shit together. Ah well, bad gravy beats an MRE any fuckin' day, and baby girl Kent was sitting at the table with me in a real chair, one without wheels. My bane, that damn wheelchair, was now obsolete. I never had to push it again. Kent and I walked to the hospital, it was never easy, but it did become less cumbersome with each passing day. Kent was emerging, and growing less tentative, she no longer worried about the way others perceived her and became comfortable with who she was. My role in her life was relegated from provider to roommate, I saw my self being sidelined. She didn't need me anymore, and I was happy and yet sad at the same time. The night Kent came home from her first date, I was packing my things in my old duffel bag. I'd decided earlier, when I saw the joy of life in her face, as she readied for her escort. It was time to bow out gracefully, I'd given her what I could, now it was up to her. "What are you doing, are we going some place?" she asked with trepidation. "Not we baby girl, just me," I answered as I continued to pack. "Why," she asked with tears welling up, "I need you, you can't... please don't do this." "I have to sweetie, you don't need an old man holding you back," I said as I slung the old duffel over my shoulder. I gave her a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, I had to get the hell out of there before I started to cry too. I walked away, it hurt, but I walked. Head up, chest out, shoulders back, one foot in front of the other. I marched off to war, my war. Maybe I'm wrong, it wasn't war. It was simply life, my life, it had been life all along and I was too thick to grasp it. So I walked toward life, and what ever it would bring. My Warrior Returns In the previous chapter When a picture isn't good enough you finally learnt of my love for Izzy and how I was left crying on the steps waving her goodbye. This may be the last episode in this series since I'm within six months of coming up to date. Again many thanks to all those offering encouragement. * With Izzy gone, my life felt empty so, 'booting-up' the laptop, I threw myself into editing the photo's we had taken. The extremely risqué ones I placed in my personnel file, the others I added to my online folder, knowing the lads would certainly enjoy them; in fact it was making my pussy squelch just thinking of the fun we had taking them. As the week went on I gradually sunk back into abusing myself, but even with that I had problems because the thrill was no longer there. What I now needed was something to fill my time, for the days were getting cooler and the evenings shorter. By now I had got back into the habit of leaving my laptop and messenger 'online', waiting for Chris to come back to me. Hearing a 'ping' whilst cleaning my teeth one evening, with mouth gobbed up with foam and starker's as usual I rushed out to greet Chris, only this time it wasn't Chris but one of his junior officers. "Hello Sarah" he began coughing slightly, "Chris warned me I might find you like this; I'm Jamie, Lieutenant ~~~~~ and I've got some sad news for you." "He said sad news;" I feared the worst but allowed him to continue as I slowly sat on the corner of the bed. "I shouldn't be telling you but his been injured, nothing serious, a sniper shot him in the foot so his being sent home for at least 6 months. He's been transferred to Salisbury which I think is quiet close to you. Your fathers got all the details and I think his been trying to email you." With that he asked me if I was ok and finished by thanking me for all the photos I had placed on file. For a time I just sat there stunned, and then I remembered what Jamie had said about the emails. There sat amongst the junk mail were 3 letters from father and one bearing a military address I didn't recognise. Opening father's letters first, a couple were disguised love letters, but the third contained all the details about Chris' injury and finished off saying that the Medical Unit would be contacting me. Opening the outstanding letter this proved to be the one from the MU for it had all the details regarding arrival date and visiting hours etc: Not knowing today's date I quickly moved the pc pointer over to the time and waited for the date to be displayed, it was only then that I realised Chris had been home for a day and visiting time was already over SHIT! Quickly I re-read the message from the MU, phoned the number given and left a message saying I would be in to see Chris sorry Captain ~~~~ tomorrow. Dressed in a crisp white cotton blouse and navy jeans that complimented my slender figure; I made my way to Salisbury Hospital. Parking at the hospital was easy, as many of the visitors had taken advantage of the local bus service. A kindly looking nurse greeted me in the reception area and began talking to me. The rehabilitation unit was much smaller than I had imagined it to be. The receiving nurse spoke briefly to me, "The Ward Nurse will along in a minute and take you to see Captain ~~~~~. Oh if you want coffee, there is a vending machine just off his ward." Sure enough the nurse arrived and took me to see Chris. The lucky beggar had a side ward all to himself; opening the door the nurse, with a slight smirk on her face gestured me to go in; the curtains were drawn around his bed, fearing the worst I braced myself and stepped in. "Hello darling, glad you could make it" said Chris smiling with outstretched arms. "What's the idea with the curtains?" said I as I stooped to kiss him. "Nurses idea, I've got a bit of a problem" said Chris as he lifted the bed sheets; for his penis was completely erect and pointing upwards toward the ceiling. His swollen testicles had stretched his scrotum so tight that the skin shone under the overhead lights that illuminated the ward. "Nurse thought that if you could give me a wank or something, this bloody thing might go down." My initial reaction was that of astonishment, and then I saw the funny and more lecherous side to Chris' predicament. "When and how did it happen," I enquired trying not to snigger; by now I was gently stroking his penis. Boy, did it feel wonderful, my first penis in weeks. "A couple of days ago, when they took the catheter out, their not sure if it's a reaction to the drugs they've been giving me or whether it's psychosomatic due to the stress I've been under. One of their suggestions was to try and get you to solve the problem, that's why I'm in a side ward all on my own." "What do they expect me to do, fuck you or sometime?" I snapped. "I think both or any other thing you can think of, but what ever it is do it soon, because this is bloody agony" muttered Chris as he tried to relax to my stroking. I stepped out of the curtain and looked around the room, it contained very little; there was a small bed in the corner, a cabinet with a few jars of cream resting upon it plus a box of surgical gloves. The one good thing I saw was that the ward window had slatted blinds which could be pulled shut. This I quickly did to gain some privacy. "Have they tried a prostate massage?" I asked as I turned Chris onto his side, before gloving myself, then smearing some Vaseline around Chris' anus. Chris groaned as he felt my finger push past the constricting muscle of his sphincter and suddenly felt an acute sensation as I located his prostate. "Arggghhh." He groaned as he felt my finger, which seemed to be deep inside of him, I gently stimulated his prostate gland. He said he could feel a distant throb in the tip of his penis, to his horror; I casually grasp his penis and deftly pull his nonexistent foreskin down his shaft. "Arggghhh. FUCKING HELL THAT HURT" As he writhed in an embarrassment of sexual sensation, his hips bucking as he tried to escape the acute sensation he felt deep inside his bottom. Unseen by both of us a small drop of seminal fluid appeared at the end of his penis, but got smudged away by my actions. Hearing the sudden cry of pain the duty nurse barged into their ward and demanded what was going on. Not mincing my words I told the nurse exactly what I had done and asked the nurse to watch me as I repeated it again. The nurse watched carefully as I suddenly increased the pressure of my finger against his prostate. My action was deliberate, looking at the nurse I then casually grasp Chris' penis again and repeated my downward action. "Argggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. YOU FUCKING BITCH" cried Chris, tossing his head from side to side as if in the depths of deep torment. His movements were to no avail as I held his penis firmly, my grip increasing as his penis throbbed with even greater vigour. It was then we noticed the clear pearl of seminal fluid resting on the tip of his penis. The nurse quickly fled the ward and made a few phone calls. Soon our reunion was interrupted by a gaggle of doctors, no other words could describe it; slipping on a glove a doctor then went about and performed a proper prostate massage. Again Chris cried out but held back on the swearing, the wimp. "That's it" he said, "Why didn't we pick it up earlier." "Pick up what earlier!" I inquired. "An enlarged prostate gland, my dear," replied the doctor in a condescending manner. "Is it treatable?" "Oh yes" replied the doctor sounding more like the Churchill advert. "We'll have him right in no time." With that the gaggle of doctors left Chris and I to our reunion. Our biggest regret was having to waste that beautiful erect penis, but we both knew it would be too painful for Chris given his current condition. As promised Chris came out of hospital two weeks later, his foot was healing up beautifully, his waterworks etc; were still causing problems for he was now suffering from temporary Erectile Dysfunction (TED), a common complaint with returning soldiers but in Chris' case as a result of the medication for his enlarged prostate. I was just grateful he was home, knowing he still had to rest up; I put him into my bedroom, since it got most of the afternoon sun. During the day Chris would rest up in the living room whilst I busied myself around the house, the first signs of autumn had started to show in the trees and I now wore the minimum of clothing. Most evenings after our meal we would cuddle up on the sofa and talk about life in general. Chris seemed to be morose, wanting little contact with me; this and ED I was told by the MO is a common occurrence with those returning from high combat areas, and with time and patience would soon right its self. The thing that did worry me was Chris always seemed very reluctance to explore my body; losing patience one evening I asked him why; he replied it would be most unfair since he couldn't make love to me. Snapping at him through frustration; I cried "You've got fingers and a tongue haven't you, why must all men think our pleasure is in their cocks." I was so annoyed I just got up and stomped into the kitchen. There I sat and cried; I cried both in relief and frustration, the relief that Chris was now thinking of my needs; the frustration, well we all know about that. I don't know how long I sat in that kitchen; all I can remember is a pair of warm hands resting on my shoulders with a voice whispering "Sorry, let's go upstairs." With that I stood and turned into the arms of my lover. Slowly we made our way upstairs for tonight I was going to sleep in his bed. Nervously, like a bride on her wedding night I climbed into bed. Why was I nervous, I don't know? Could it be the fact that this was the first time Chris and I were about to share a bed together? Or was it the fact that I was entering the unknown, for here was my lover, damaged by war and about to try and satisfy my needs. Looking at his flaccid penis, which once stood proud, I began to feel selfish as he climbed gently in beside me. With my arm laid across the pillow, Chris slowly worked his body across until I could embrace him. For a few minutes we just lay there passionately kissing each other, no part of my face, head or neck remained untouched. Slowly we parted to lie side by side facing each other, our free hand mimicked the opposite of each others movements, if I went north, Chris went south and so on; by now my pussy was beginning to ache, ache for the want of attention and I think Chris sensed this because his hands and fingers were beginning to concentrate on this area. With words of encouragement I egged him on. His fingers now spread my lips apart and dipped into the honey, then very slowly withdrew and began to circle my clit. This was bliss. Back and forth this finger went, until another finger found its way to my pussy and eased in without a problem, thanks to how wet I was. The sensations I was getting was wonderful, my whole body was beginning to tingle. Chris' long fingers continued to pump in and out of my pussy for a while before I felt one move towards my anus, where it circled a couple of times before returning to my pussy. Again with words of encouragement I told him it was ok, with that Chris pressed the tip of his cum soaked finger into my rosebud, easing its way in until he began pumping in and out while still fingering my pussy. I didn't last long, for I had waited so long for this moment. Chris began to complain that his foot was hurting, so to ease the pressure I suggested he rolled onto his back, I straddled his body, and we took it from there. For a short time I sat upright allowing him easy access to my breasts and nipples. Gently as I stroked his nipples I became aware they were different, his right seemed to be larger and more firmer than his left. "That's the one your father always favours" murmured Chris, as my lips slowly engulfed its form. Letting his comment slip by; I continued to nibble and tease this nipple whilst slowly easing my body towards Chris' hips; feeling the bulge of his flaccid member I quickly flipped it so it lay trapped between our bodies, it was too soft to penetrate my pussy but bulky enough to act as a rubbing post for my clit. Chris realising what I was about to do, opened his legs and wrapped them about my ass. With my clit in position and Chris supplying slight pressure I slowly began to masturbate myself. You'll probably say "why didn't I use my dildo or vibrator;" that's not the point for its Chris who needed the encouragement not my gratification. Soon Chris was finding it difficult to keep up with me as I bucked harder and harder against his legs; uncontrollably I bite my lip; groaning and panting like a possessed woman. Finally I arched my back, forcing my pussy hard against Chris' pelvis, who used his legs to apply extra pressure, YES YES, FUCK ME!...FUCK ME! I shouted; as Chris moved his hips in unison. FUCK ME HARDER! I cried out again and again. The first fiery waves of an orgasm raged through my body, my hot juices poured out of my spasming pussy. It spewed out in hot gushes, coating Chris with warm honey as I came and came, my whole body convulsed with delight. As I lay there recovering, I thought I felt Chris' penis twitching but no, it was just my body relaxing. Now recovered I took Chris' flaccid penis raised it towards my mouth and began giving it little kisses all over its slippery, shiny head. Chris mumbled something as I continued kissing. Looking up I saw a plea in his eyes so opening my mouth I engulfed the head of his penis. He thrust his penis forward slightly, then placed his hand on the back of my head and began a gentle back and forth movement. When I went to fondle his heavy balls, Chris very quickly withdrew my hand saying; 'It's too painful', so I continued with my impromptu blow job, until an aching jaw forced me to quit. Later he told me; He could feel my tongue fluttering around his glans, licking under the knob and probing his piss hole, but as far as getting an erection zilch. Snuggled down next to Chris, my head resting on his chest, one leg cocked over his and gently teasing his nipples; I asked him what first attracted him to my father. He told me about the time they first met in Cyprus and how kind he had been, for any other person would have probably beaten him up and left him. The conversation then turned towards Izzy and my feeling towards her. Chris asked if I loved her, I said yes, the same way you loved my father. At length, our breathing became regular as we succumbed to sleep; I turned on my side, facing away from Chris. He likewise turned towards me and moved closer; curling his form to cocoon the full length of my body, his hand resting on my stomach. With a soft murmuring of "I love you", we both fell asleep. That night I was woken several times, for Chris seemed to be having some form of nightmares, his body would begin to thrash about, then he would start shouting out, each time I gently took him into my arms and pacified him. It broke my heart to see this bull of a man suffer so much. Leaving Chris asleep I brought the laptop down with me to the kitchen, there having made myself a pot of strong coffee, I trawled the web for everything on temporary Erectile Dysfunction. The best site I found was one called 'netdoctor', for here it listed the most probable causes of TED, for here were 6 reasons for his condition, which were:- Depression. Bereavement: recent loss of a loved one is notorious for causing impotence. Tiredness. Stress. Hang-ups - for instance, guilt about sex. Unresolved gay feelings. Each of which I felt we could overcome with time. Using my pc skills I 'cut-n-pasted' these to a document for later reference. Opening my email which was 90 percent full of junk (I must get my filters sorted out), there were several letters from daddy plus a few others from his battalion asking about him. For those in his battalion I wrote a carefully composed letter saying how well he was recovery, how he missed all their company etc; to daddy I wrote the truth, telling how concerned I was about him. Also knowing I shouldn't, I asked daddy how did Chris get such an injury and where exactly was he serving. Normally these questions are taboo in military families, we normally accept the fact our loved ones go off to war with no questions asked, hoping for their safe return. Sat staring at the computer screen, my attention was broken by the familiar thump, thump, thump as Chris slowly descended the back stairs and made his way to the kitchen. Soon stood before me in just his 'shreddies' was the broken man I loved. Holding back my tears I helped him into the kitchen and sat him down. Seeing the computer, like all men he started to tinker about, whilst I, like a loving wife made us some toast and coffee. Soon Chris came to the folder containing all the photos I had taken. Leaving him to it, I let him run the slideshow, some of the photos he had seen before, the others were the ones I considered too risqué to post and those towards the end were of Izzy at her best. Chris never said a word, he just sat there starring at the screen, occasionally his facial expression changed but that was all. With breakfast ready, I carried the tray over to the table then sat alongside Chris, having poured him a cup of coffee and seeing him still staring at the screen, I very gently snaked my hand into his underpants, taking hold of his penis I gently began to masturbate him; Chris' only reaction was to flinch slightly. It was here I lost it and cried; "for fuck sake say something, even good morning would do," for up to this point not a word had been spoken between us. Chris now startled realised where he was and offered his apologises, I told him it wasn't his apologies I was after, but his love and affection, you know; like it use to be before you got involved with this fucking war. With that Chris openly cried and if there's one thing that will break a woman's heart it's to see a loved one crying. Chris' sobbing carried on for some minutes until, still trapped in my arms he quipped that I was in need of a shower, with that I laughed and told him it wasn't just me who stank. Chris agreed and put it down to only being able to 'strip wash' due to the plaster around his foot. It was then I came up with a radical idea, how about wrapping his foot in 'cling film' then we could both have a shower. Chris was game for anything for he does love his showers. Suitably armed with a roll of film we slowly made our way to the shower. Being careful not to wrap it too tight I gently swaddled his foot in film. Under the soft flow of the shower, and with soap and shampoo to hand we gently explored each others bodies. Being the shorter I allowed Chris to wash my hair, for being just over tit long as he calls it, he loves the way it shrouds my head. I think he only does it so he can brush up against my nipples whilst washing my ends. With Chris busy washing his hair, I slowly began to wash his body, as I noticed before Chris' tits, nipples whatever are different; his left has a darkish brown areola topped by a small nipple, his right is slightly raised again topped with darkish brown areolas but with a button type nipple, his navel is an 'innie', saucer shaped and shallow, surrounded by dark wispy hair. Finally we come to his penis, once a proud 10 inch cut masterpiece, now a flaccid 6 -- 7 inch sausage for no other words could describe it. I gently washed around this area knowing how painful it was if or when I hit Chris' ball sac, how the poor boy must have suffered in hospital. With my hand wrapped around his penis I gently masturbated him, by this time Chris was lovingly stroking and plucking at my nipples. My Warrior Returns "Chris I don't know about you, but I just want to get this shower over with and go back to bed" I softly mutter, with that we speeded up our actions and did just that. Grabbing a towel I quickly wrapped it about my head as Chris climbed into bed. The only thing which slowed us down was the removal of the 'cling film'. With Chris supine and me knelling beside him, we continued our exploration of each others body in broad daylight. In a perverse sought of way I was beginning to enjoy playing with his penis, it was still warm and silky but also highly flexible, the only thing it lacked was father's foreskin. Very gently I slid my fingers down to his ball sac, Chris groaned but didn't snatch at my hand like before, feeling confident I cupped his heavy balls and began gently massaging them expecting him to cry out at anytime, but Chris being the true soldier, just groaned and opened his legs wider. All the while this was going on; Chris was busy playing with my pussy and the soft downy hair that now surrounded it, for I had neglected to shave my pubes since I first heard of Chris' injury. My breath rasped in my throat between moans and my pussy leaked fluid over his fingers as they played inside me, Chris' long fingers gently stroked my g spot as his palm rested on my clit. My hips rhythmically rose and fell, trying to suck his invading digits in further. Soon his actions became too much for me so speaking very softly I asked him to 'eat-me-out'. Chris shuffled down the bed then gently moved me into position. For ease of writing I've taken Chris' perspective for the next few paragraphs:- As Sarah's down covered pussy rested against my face, she wiggled her arse at me and murmured something around a mouthful of penis. I didn't have to be told twice what she had in mind. Her pussy was exceedingly wet, and a slight hint of suds mingled with her own feminine juices. My tongue found her enlarged clit, and she began humping my face as soon as I licked, bit or teased it. My nose now buried so deeply into her pussy I had to pull away to draw breath every so often, its fragrant smell lingering in my nostrils. Meanwhile, her mouth, lips and tongue were trying to work their magic on my flaccid penis, I could feel my aching and I mean aching balls tightening. She explored my penis with such care that I began to well up, but no I mustn't cry for here was a person who was giving it all to aid my recovery. My hands floated over her petite arse, my fingers coming to rest at her anus. Sarah gave a quick shudder before pushing her arse towards me; using my tongue, I gently licked the star shaped orifice before gently sliding a lubricated fingertip into it. Sarah went wild, humping my face violently and moaning loudly on my penis. I eased my finger the rest of the way in, and felt her sphincter tighten. Moments later, she exploded, her entire pussy convulsed, drenching my face in female secretions in perfect time to the contractions of her anus on my finger. As she began to relax, I'm sure I felt my penis twitch in her mouth. She continued sucking and licking until I knew it was time for her to stop, my penis was not responding so there was nothing else to do. After a little while, we lay in each other's arms, Sarah idly playing with the hairs on my stomach, me stroking her body. We revelled in the joy of being in each other's arms under the afternoon sun. Now ravenous, I made my way down to the kitchen to make us some lunch, which I brought back to the bedroom. Promising not to leave crumbs on the bed, we dined on, crusty bread, cheese, olives and a very passable red wine. I concerned, asked if my form of therapy was working, Chris told me that he thought he had felt a twinge when I was in his mouth. Chris also added he preferred my without the fungus. With that I punched him on the chest. As we sat/lay there, we talked about our earlier lives, our schools, friends and such like, for we knew so very little about each other. Chris, had lost his parents at a very early age and spent many years in a children's home before joining the army. Having nobody to care for him he found the army life suited him and soon made his way up the ranks. Thinking I had caught him in a talkative mood I gently asked about how he got his injury, but he immediately 'clammed' up and there our tête-à-tête finished. Oh! How I wished mummy was here, she had seen daddy go through both the Falklands and Gulf wars, and he must have suffered in similar ways. With Chris now dozing off I remembered about father and his emails. Quickly throwing on some clothes, I seeked out the laptop. Now sat in the kitchen I 'booted-up' and open my mail, there sat amongst the crap was daddy's letter. With daddy's letter in front of me, I read through the first part quickly before concentrating on the second. Daddy with his senior army hat on told me that in no way was I to let anyone else read the contents of the attachment. 'Attachment', oh yes that little squiggly thing at the top of the email. I opened this with intrepidation and began to read:- After Chris had been called away urgently that morning; he was seconded to an American army unit clearing mines etc; north of Baghdad. Whilst clearing these mines a sniper had got behind his unit and fired off several shots killing an American soldier. Having already injured Chris it was only pure luck they managed to find and killed the sniper before he fired a further shot possibly killing Chris. It went on about how they treated Chris' injury and the possibility of receiving a citation for continuing his task knowing of the possible dangers. Remembering the details I had copied off the web about Impotency, I reopened the document and studied the list again for possible solutions:- Depression. If Chris was depressed I was going to have trouble with this one. Bereavement. His unit had had some tough times was the death of the American the final trigger? Tiredness/Stress. Being at home should take care of these. Hang-ups. Was his inability to perform causing him some concern; or perhaps, our sexual orientations? Unresolved gay feelings. Did he find the thought of marriage and sharing me with daddy too much? Printing off both documents, I took these upstairs and secreted them in my bedside cabinet. Still feeling sorry, I climbed into to bed and cuddled up to Chris. It was glorious just lying there with the sunlight streaming through the window, soon with Chris still asleep I began to play with his penis willing it into an erection, Chris sensing my activity moved closer but remained asleep. Early that evening with Chris again in a chatty mood, I read him dad's letter, expecting an argument or a few harsh words, he just curled up in my arms and started to cry. His whole body seemed to relax as the tears poured from his eyes. With a lump in my throat I held him tight and let him continue. As the days went by, I continued to both visually and physically stimulate Chris, he was beginning to ask more about my affair with Izzy as he looked at the photo's, occasionally he reckoned his penis gave a twinge whilst looking at the more risqué shoots, but when it came to us being intimate zilch. The day came when Chris had to go the hospital to have the plaster cast removed. When asked by the doctor if everything was ok, he like a man said there was nothing to worry about. With Chris on his way to have the plaster removed, the doctor pulled me to one side and asked me the truth, and me being me told him the truth about the nightmares, being morose and his inability to satisfy me. Very quietly the doctor just sat there and let me pour my heart out. He asked me what I was doing to resolve the problem, so I told him; he then said that perhaps a course of Sildenafil the true name for Viagra might help, with that he quickly wrote out a prescription and gave it to me. The doctor also hinted that some form of mechanical aid, a cock-ring perhaps, may be of some use, but all this must come from him so as to not reduce his confidence. Armed with this knowledge I rejoined Chris who by now was sat in 'out-patients' waiting for me. As we were about to leave Chris said he had to go to the dispensary and pick up a prescription for some painkillers and bandages etc; being deceitful I told him to go a sit down and rest his foot whilst I made my way there and got them for him. Now armed with both prescriptions I made my way to the dispensary. Again being deceitful I pretended we needed some food, stopping at the supermarket I did my bit of shopping before scanning the magazine section for what I wanted. Basically I was after any magazine which contained articles on Impotence. As I scanned the racks and read those I thought interesting, people passing must have thought I was some kind of sex fiend reading both the men's and lady's mags. Soon I came across what I was after; articles which covered Impotency from both the male and female viewpoint. Popping these into the trolley I headed for the checkout, hoping Chris wouldn't see me and offer to help with the packing. With the bags safely in the boot of the car we headed home. Chris often took to sleeping in the afternoons, so with him soundly asleep, I took the magazines and placed them in my bedside cabinet; I also retrieve my other stash of 'sexual aids' from the quest room and put them in there too. Like an unfledged bird, Chris woke up and demanded feeding; quickly I knocked us up an omelette, then after a couple of hours couched up together listening to the radio I suggested we when upstairs, where having washed we climbed into bed. Being devious I asked Chris to get me something out of the cabinet for me to read as I wasn't tired. Reaching under he grabbed a couple of magazines then glanced at them; the look on his face was a picture. "How long have you had these, these were never here before!" he uttered "No they were in the guest's room. I put them there when Izzy came to stay. I didn't want her to find them." "Why are they here!" demanded Chris Now I was getting worried, I never expected this reaction from Chris, I expected him to just glance through them or perhaps read one or two articles. Thinking quickly I told him that I needed some kind of stimulation whilst he and daddy were away and I bought the magazines so I could read the letters and so on. This seemed to calm him down; picking up one of those he had dropped on the bed I slowly started to glance through it. Occasionally Chris would pick up and glance at the other but that's as far as it went. Laying on the bed with my legs drawn up for support I came to a juicy article; rubbing my fingers in my pussy I got them pretty wet before I reached out for Chris' penis. Gradually and it was gradually Chris sidled up to me and started to read the article with me, his fingers now gently moving between my clit and pussy. Concentrating very hard I slowly started to read out parts of the article, avoiding any words involving Impotence; I described how a drug called Viagra was helping men to sustain longer and better erection and how although unproven could help women with their libido. I could tell Chris was becoming more interested by the increased activity around my pussy for his fingers were now driving me wild. God I can't think how wet the sheets must be? Determined not to speak first I waited patiently, finally he spoke. "This Viagra sounds pretty potent?" he mumbled "Yes, I was just thinking that, perhaps we should give it a go?" Just the thought of having his penis back to normal was all most driving me towards a climax, restraining myself I let him continue. "How do you go about getting it?" "Well, you could go to the doctors or perhaps order it off the web" I replied "I think the web would be the best option, and then nobody needs to know of our problems" Silently I thought typical bloody man. "Shall I order some then?" "Yea, you might as well, there's no harm in trying is there. How long for delivery?" Quickly looking through the adverts. "3 to 4 days." I replied. With that he completely changed the subject. "You're getting pretty wet down there, anything wrong?" Anything wrong I ask you; I'm within a microsecond of coming and he asks if anything's wrong. "No darling, it's just the thought of your penis in its rightful place." When his fingers next brushed against my g spot I just exploded. My body snapped into a foetal position. Chris screamed out as his hand was almost broken by my sudden movement, which made matters only worst for the tiniest movement of his fingers would set me off again. How long we stayed like that I do not know, but it was one of the most powerful orgasm I've ever had. Three days later again being deceitful, I peeled the dispensary label off the box of Viagra, and put it in an old jiffy bag, then using my mobile, dialled home. As soon as it rang I shouted "I'll get it," blabbed a few rightful words then shouted to Chris, "It's the post office, they've got a package for us" and with that for authenticity I actually went to the post office and picked up our mail. Arriving home I quickly tore open the jiffy bag and held its contents in front of Chris. I could see he was very curious about how they worked! So after lunch I said "Why don't you take them upstairs, read the leaflet carefully and take it from there." With the box in hand Chris went up stairs, whilst I waited downstairs sceptical of them actually working. After about an hour or so of waiting I began to get extremely worried, so taking the back stairs I made my way to our bedroom, before I got there I heard the shower running so I sat on the corner of the bed and waited. Not expecting me Chris ran out of the shower expecting to jump straight into bed. Startled, he stopped and I got a good look at his penis. It was huge; with a smile on his face Chris came and stood in front of me. "Like to stroke it?" He enquired with wanton inflexions in both voice and stature. "Oh, yes, yes please!" I replied. My hand now shaking with excitement. Under my hands it felt larger, firmer and hotter than before; but there again that was some weeks ago. Chris trembled as I slowly began stroking it. It had been so long since I had touched it fully aroused. He whimpered when my other hand lightly cupped his balls. I glanced into his eyes then knowingly knelt on the floor. Chris groaned louder as with a little gagging I took him deep into my throat, each time my tongue working overtime on his glans and pisshole before travelling down the underneath of his shaft. "Oh God! Slow down," Chris begged. "I'm going to cum if you don't." I only suckled him harder. Chris grunted as his penis erupted like a cannon. I murmured as his warm sticky cum rushed into my gullet. Hungrily I swallowed each precious drop before continuing to draw every drop from his balls. "That was incredible". Chris uttered as I withdrew my mouth from his penis. Standing up I then pressed my mouth onto his. My silky but slightly salty tongue probing then sliding hungrily inside Chris' mouth, I urgently thrust mine against his. With my pussy dripping I quickly undressed, allowing my now very wet, and puffed up pussy into view. Chris eagerly slid his hand between my moistened legs and began stroking my swollen clit. I moaned, grabbed his still weeping penis and matched my movements with his as his fingers slid hard and fast across my clit. "Oh Yes! Please! Please fuck me its been so long," I murmured With Chris laid supine on the bed to protect his injured foot, I then began lowering myself down on to his very erected penis. Chris swore loudly as he slowly entered me. "Fuck, you're so wet, yet so tight." In watching my entry, Chris later swore he saw a bulge move up my delicate body as he entered me. "Oh my god..."Oh fuck, FUCK! It's big" I moaned, as I gently lowered myself until my swollen clit ground against him, my cervix pressing painfully against his penis. With one hand gently teasing a nipple, Chris took the other into his mouth and gently bit it. "Yes...YES!" I cried. "Fuck me... That's right fuck me!" Suddenly I climaxed, my body shook furiously, and my pussy gripped him in a vice. Chris moaned, managed a couple of thrusts before shooting some cum into my pulsating pussy. Now recovered, I re-adjusted my position; Chris then partially withdrew his penis then drove deep into my pussy as I continued to shudder. For a short time, he just held it there, there against my cervix. I moaned, and came again. Clamping my mouth over his, Chris continued to gently fuck me; my pussy milking every remaining drops of cum from his body. "Oh my god, it's big so fucking big," I kept moaning. We continued to kiss, our tongues passionately fencing, until I finally collapsed onto this chest. As I laid there totally sated with all my dreams come true, I assumed Chris' penis would go soft a few minutes later; but it stayed ROCK HARD for at least 3 hours. He just kept going, and going! I was having sex like I never could have imagined. He came at least three more times that night, and it never went down! Eventually I had to beg him to stop. My whole body literally ached with fatigue. Viagra definitely is a miracle pill. I would recommend Viagra to anyone curious enough to try it! But do drink lots of water to keep the headaches to a minimum. With both Chris and I now in jubilant moods we tacked the list of Impotence together because we only wanted to use Viagra, as marvellous as it is; as a short term solution. Finding no hang-up's etc; we started planning our lives together for we had a wedding to prepare. My Warrior Wife By Submissive Romantic, edited by Michael-Leonard This is the story of two young people, who meet, fall in love, and discover they share a love for boxing, but from different points of view. Chapter 1 I recently graduated from college with an accounting degree. There were few jobs available because of the economy, so I took the first one I could get; an entry level position in the accounting department of a large office furniture dealership. The company was a woman-owned enterprise in the truest sense of the word. The CEO and the President of the company were sisters. Most of the sales staff, the entire sales support staff and even the technical services and design departments were all women as well. Except for two of the salesmen, I was the only other male in the office. The job came with certain nontaxable fringe benefits. The dress code was business casual for the office staff and I spent many a summer day watching the women from my desk as they hustled around the office. One woman in particular caught my eye. She was about my height, around five ten, looked like she weighted about one hundred thirty pounds or so; she resembled a young Cindy Crawford, without the mole. Joann always had a smile on her face. Best of all, our workstations were next to each other and we shared a common meeting space. Joann was responsible for accounts payable and payroll. My responsibilities included accounts receivable and salesmen's commission calculations. We worked closely together and during our down times got to know each other quite well. Joann was two years older than me; she also started with the company right out of college. Her degree was in physical education, with a minor in accounting. She found as she neared the end of her student teaching that she just didn't like it, and so she answered an ad looking for an experienced accounts-payable position. She impressed our boss with her poise and intelligence enough that she was willing to take a chance on her. Soon she was not only doing the accounts payable, but also took over the payroll responsibilities from our boss as well. We both were single and into physical fitness. My workouts consisted of running five miles every morning before work. I had drawn up a five-mile route through the various streets around my apartment. Joann belonged to a local facility, Kris's Gym, which I had heard a lot of good things about, but had never joined myself, preferring running outdoors to treadmills. One day I finally worked up the courage to ask Joann out on a date. "Jack, I thought you'd never ask me out." "I just can't believe that no one from the warehouse or the installation team has never asked you out." "Who says they haven't; I've even accepted a couple of times. The guys have turned out to be either boring Neanderthals, or would-be Casanovas who couldn't take no for an answer." "I'll keep that under advisement," I said. On Friday night, we went out to dinner and then to a movie. The current hit at the time was Million Dollar Baby, a story about the world of women in boxing focusing on the rise of a promising young fighter, an old trainer who works with her, and her ultimate death from a boxing injury. The movie was a real tearjerker and a love story of sorts. Following the movie, I drove Joann back to her apartment and, after a short kiss at the door, said good night and turned to leave. "Thank you, Jack. I had a really good time tonight and you have no idea how much that movie effected me. See you in work on Monday." I got back in my car. On the drive home I pondered that last statement. I definitely wanted to see her again. The next week we talked some more. She agreed to go out again. I was able to get tickets for a Razorback game and she jumped at the chance to go with me. The only stipulation was that after the game, we would go back to her apartment and she would cook dinner. I found out she was really into sports. On game day, I picked her up; we drove out to the stadium, had a quick tailgate pre-game lunch and went inside. The atmosphere was electric and the game was outstanding. With each Razorback score Joanne would jump up and cheer; she really got into it. I really enjoyed the game, and I really enjoyed watching her, especially her tight little ass, when she would cheer. During the game we each had a couple of beers; not enough to get drunk, but enough to let down our guard a little. When the game was over we both stood and cheered; then she turned to me threw her arms around my neck and gave me a big kiss. "Jack, thank you so much; this was fantastic. I never got to go to a college football game before." "Same here, my school was too small to even field a team." We made our way back to the car, and drove back to her apartment. We talked for almost the whole ride, except for a brief period when she seemed to be deep in thought. We arrived at her place just as it started to get dark. I parked the car and we walked arm in arm to her door. Once inside she told me to make myself comfortable, she wanted to change into something more comfortable to cook in. I walked into the living room and looked at the books and trophies she had on shelving that covered one of the walls. She had been quite an athlete in high school. There were trophies for soccer and track and a couple of champion awards with no sport mentioned. I also looked over her books. I didn't recognize any of the titles, but it was clear that there was a common theme: strong women achieving great things in life. Just then I heard a noise behind me. Joann had returned, dressed in shorts and a short-sleeved football jersey. She stood there barefoot, her hands on her hips, with a smile on her face. "Come on into the kitchen; you can help me with the salad" Suddenly feeling over dressed I kicked off my shoes, pulled my sweater over my head, and followed her to the kitchen. I watched her as she started a pot of water for the pasta and gathered ingredients for her sauce. She instructed me on what she wanted me to do for the salad. It took less time than I imagined. We sat down to a great tasting dinner of rigatoni in a meat sauce, with a fresh salad and sliced Italian bread; I opened a bottle of Chianti that I had brought. After dinner, after we did the dishes, we sat close on the living room sofa, enjoying the last of the wine. I leaned over and taking her face in my hand gently kissed her lips. She responded by increasing the intensity of the kiss, parting her lips, her tongue searching for my own. "Jack," she whispered, "I want you to spend the night." Forgetting the wine, we stood, and she led me to her bedroom. We kissed some more as we undressed each other. When I had removed the last of her clothing, I stepped back and took in her beauty. She was truly beautiful. Her long dark hair framed her face. She had a long neck, her shoulders were broad, her arms appeared muscular but not as bodybuilders would be; her breasts sat high and proud on her chest, not overly large but perfectly shaped and inviting. Her waist was narrow, as were her hips; her butt was small and tight; her legs long, lean and powerful. I was instantly erect. I'm never going to make it into any porn movies, but I am in good shape and of decent size. Joann took me in her hand and guided me onto the bed. She lay on her back and I lay next to her, kissing her lips, her neck, making my way towards her breasts. Her hand was on the back of my head as I took first one then the other nipple between my lips, sucking, biting and licking them; her moans of pleasure music to my ears. I reached down and began to gently rub her pussy, first along the outer lips, then inserting a finger into her. She arched her back, pressing herself upward to meet my hand, then, in a soft husky voice she moaned, "Please I need you, now." I climbed over between her legs and guided my cock into her. The feeling was unbelievable as I pushed deeper into her until she had it all. Then, I slowly withdrew, almost completely, and then reversed directions again. Slowly at first, then with more urgency I moved in and out of her. I felt her feet on my ass urging me in deeper and harder. Finally, we both seemed to cum at once, our bodies clenched tightly together. There was no need for words, the looks on our faces was enough to know that we had just created a bond to each other for life. She rolled over and I moved in behind her and held her tight. I was never going to let this woman out of my arms. We woke up the next morning, cleaned up a bit then returned to the bed, and made love and held each other all morning. Reluctantly, I left to return home early in the afternoon. Chapter 2 I don't know how -- neither of us had said anything to anyone -- but by Monday afternoon, we were the talk of the office. I guess there was no hiding the fact that we were in love, and since we were the youngest two people in the office, all of the "mothers" came around to tell us how wonderful it was. Over the next several months, we planned for our lives together. Since we both came from large blue-collar working class families, neither of which could afford a large wedding, we chose instead to make it a small intimate ceremony with only the immediate family attending. We were married in a small church of which she was a member, followed by a gathering in the church hall over some light refreshments. We had previously decided that we would live in my apartment because it was in a better location and had more room, with a better layout. We had maintained both apartments in order to pacify her father, who I think would have killed me if he knew that we were already sleeping together. We spent the weekend moving some of her furniture and all of her belongings. Whatever we decided wouldn't work in my place we gave to her family or to Goodwill. During the move, I dropped a box as she was handing it to me. When I bent down to pick it up I noticed that the box contained two pair of boxing gloves, some sort of timing device, and assorted other boxing related items. "Sorry," I said, "it slipped out of my hands. What is all this stuff?" "Oh, nothing important just some old stuff from my college days." I could tell that she really didn't want to talk about it. So, I didn't ask any more questions. But I was curious. Later that night, after we had settled in for the evening, she came up to me and said, "I owe you an explanation about the contents of that box. I don't want to start our marriage with any secrets between us." "You don't have to if you don't want to; whatever it is, it's all ancient history as far as I'm concerned." "No, I have to tell you. Sit down." "You've met my family, you know their financial situation. Well, when I was growing up my two older brothers were into boxing. They would train with my father in the basement; it was supposed to be a guy thing. One night I hid in the basement and watched as they boxed each other. I was probably fourteen or fifteen at the time. At first, I was appalled at the idea of them hitting each other. Then, when I saw that they really weren't hurting each other, I began to get sexually excited by the physical contact and the aggression they were displaying. When they were finished and went back upstairs, I came out of my hiding place and put on a set of the gloves. I started to imitate what I had seen them do, hitting the large bag that my dad had hung from the ceiling." "After I was done, I realized that I was really getting a good workout, so I would go down there whenever no one was around. I started seeing some real changes in my body; I slimmed down, my arms and legs seemed to be getting more muscular, and I was able to do it for longer periods of time, without getting tired. After my oldest brother moved out, I asked Bill if he would teach me how to box. Since they had always treated me as a tomboy anyway, he agreed. Soon we were sparring together, and I was giving as good as I got. That lasted all through high school. I think I really shocked him when a couple of weeks before he was going to move out, during our last sparring session, I hit him with a straight right that knock him out." "You knocked out Billy?" "Yeah, he and I don't talk about that and you should forget that you ever heard anything about it." "You don't have to tell me, I've met him, remember; I have no doubt that he would kill me if I said anything." "Anyway, I wanted to go to college, but we didn't have the money for four years of school, so I enrolled for the first semester and planned to work for the rest of my tuition. I would have done just about anything to get the money for school. I saw an ad for a tough-girl competition being held at a gym near school, so I entered. I won all three of my fights that day by knockouts and took home the first prize of $500. After that, I found other competitions and won those as well. By the time my second semester tuition was due I had the money. One weekend after winning another tournament, a guy came up to me and asked me if I wanted to fight other women at his private fight club. He said that if I won there, I could make a lot more money. The fights were held in a small gym outside of town; only members could attend the fights and they paid big money to watch women fight other women -- and sometimes women fight men. I won more times than I lost; I even beat a couple of guys, who thought that just being tough was enough to beat a woman. So, that's the way I earned the money to pay for my education; I literally fought my way through school. After graduation, I quit the club, not wanting to take any more punishment and got myself an office job. Now you know all my little secrets." "Wow! Do you want to know my secret?" "Of course." "I am so turned on by the thought of seeing you in shorts and wearing boxing gloves that I can't stand it." We never made it to the bedroom. We made love right there on the living room sofa. Chapter 3 We soon settled into a comfortable routine. We would get up each morning around six o'clock and head to the gym. I decided to join Kris's Gym so that we could leave for work right after our workout and drive into work together. On nice days I would run outside; when the weather was bad I'd use the treadmills. Joann also had me working on the circuit machines in order to put on a little muscle. Joann would do a little running on the treadmill in order to loosen up, then head for the free weights or the boxing room and work on the heavy bag. After our work out, we'd shower, change into our street clothes, and drive to work. I hadn't forgotten the story she told me about her college days. One day I asked her if I could join her in her work out on the heavy bag. Wow, I couldn't believe the amount of effort it took to pound that bag for five minutes, let alone the twenty minutes that she did. Over time I did improve, and feeling pretty good about myself, I asked her if she would teach me to box like her brother taught her. She thought about it for a while, then agreed. For the next month, she taught me how to stand, how to move to avoid getting hit, and how to throw the basic types of punches. I thought the next logical step was to begin sparring with her. At this she hesitated. "Honey, I don't know about sparring together. Suppose you get hurt; then what?" "You'll just have to be careful won't you," I said with a chuckle. "Besides, who said I'm the one that's going to get hurt." She looked at me with a smirk on her face. "Dream on, Boy. OK but we'll take it easy at first." And that's what we did. On Friday nights, we would go back to the gym at about eight o'clock; get dressed in our boxing gear, set the timer for 2 minute rounds with a minute in between, put in our mouth--pieces, and box until I was too tired to continue. Joann would be primarily on defense, blocking my punches with her gloves or taking hits on the shoulder or the arms. Occasionally, when she felt I wasn't protecting myself properly, she would hit me just hard enough to get my attention. I thought I was getting pretty good, so one Friday at dinner I told her I wanted to box her for real. We would each give 100% effort. "No way; are you crazy? I could seriously hurt you!" "What, are you afraid that you might lose the family championship?" "No, I'm afraid I might lose a husband." "Then let's do this; we'll box tonight as usual, but I'm going to be going all out for the win. You can fight just hard enough to win, if you think you can." "All right, fine. But I'm doing this against my better judgment." Chapter 4 After dinner, we cleaned the dishes, grabbed our gear and headed for the gym. We got there a little later than usual and found the gym was fairly quiet. There was only a hand full of members still working out. Joann stayed behind in order to talk with Kris. When I came out of the locker room, Kris called me over to the front desk. She had a release form for me to sign. It was to protect the gym if I were to get hurt in the ring. "Did Joann put you up to this just to scare me out of boxing with her?" "No, this is our standard procedure; and by the way, you *should* be scared. She's really good and dangerous. Good Luck." With that she turned around and headed up the stairs behind the desk. I turned and went to the boxing room. There was a large sign on the door; Closed - private session this evening. I assumed that was for us, and walked in. Joann was already in the ring, dressed in her usual sports bra and shorts. She had already broken a sweat; she looked like she meant business. I climbed into the ring, put on my gear, began to warm up. Joann walked over to me, got right up in my face, and said, "I don't have a good feeling about this; won't you please reconsider this. I'll do it if you insist only because I love you and would do anything for you. Please don't be a hero, if you're hurt, quit." "I want to do this." "Remember I love you; please be careful." With that said, we waited for the timer to come around again. The bell rang and we came out for the first round. I started throwing jabs; Joann blocked them with her gloves and then answered with a crisp jab to my left eye. Wow that stung. I retreated a few steps, regrouped and came in throwing jabs and combinations to the head and body. Again she picked off the jabs with her gloves and the body shots with her elbows. Then she threw a jab to the same eye and followed it up with a left hook to my ribs. Neither punch did a lot of damage, they were just to remind me that she could hit me whenever she wanted. I was getting frustrated by the end of the first round and tried to bully her into the corner. It's really tough to bully someone into the corner when that person is a lot stronger than you. Just as the bell sounded, she hit me with left and right hooks to the stomach, that knocked all the air out of my lungs and I fought to breathe as I walked slowly back to my corner and leaned heavily on the ropes. In contrast, Joanne was standing in her corner, her arms on the top rope, no sign that she was even breathing hard. The bell sounded again for round two, I came out determined to do better than the last round. I threw punches with both hands trying to score; she calmly ducked and weaved causing me to miss -- and miss badly. Then she would hit me with six or seven light jabs to the head, and then go back on defense. Now I was getting mad, I felt she was making fun of me; making me feel like a fool. I started throwing hard punches, totally out of control. As the bell rang ending round two, she looked at me, her hands out-stretched, as if she was saying what the hell was that all about. I turned, completely exhausted and returned to my corner, sitting myself down on the middle rope. I looked up at her, she was so dominant, so sexy; I could feel myself beginning to get hard. I should have quit right then and there, but I wanted show her that I could be just as tough as she was; to be her man, not some weakling who couldn't stand up to her or to anyone else for that matter. Maybe that was it, wasn't it; maybe deep down inside I resented the fact that she was stronger than me, that she was in charge. With renewed energy and purpose I stood and got ready for the next round. My Warrior Wife The third round started with me once again, doing most of the punching. Joann was content with just blocking my punches and scoring with light jabs. At one point she hit me about ten times in a row. By the end of that series of punches, my cock was completely erect. She couldn't help but notice and looked at me with a questioning look on her face. In that brief instant, she lost her concentration and focus. I choose that moment to throw a right that caught her flush on the side of her head. It was not hard enough to do any serious damage, but it certainly got her attention. She came at me with an intense look on her face. With renewed confidence, I stood in front of her, ducking and weaving like she taught me. She fired a straight right hand that sailed right past my ear and over my shoulder. As she pulled it back, I straightened up looking to throw a punch. Then everything went black. Later in the locker room, Joann told me what had happened as best she could remember. "I had just thrown a series of light jabs; it was almost comical how your head kept bouncing back with each punch. I stepped back to give you a break. I saw that your trunks were tented out by your erection. I realized you were getting turned on by me beating you up. "I thought, 'maybe this is what this whole thing was all about. I wonder if he even realizes what's happening.' "I lost my concentration for a moment and got tagged by a right hand on the side on my face. I wasn't really hurt by the punch, but I did momentarily lose awareness of where I was and who I was fighting. At that moment, I was back in the fight club, fighting some tough-guy wannabe." "I saw my opponent standing in front of me bobbing and weaving; I saw an opening and shot a hard straight right at his head. He chose that moment to duck down to his left; my punch barely grazing his cheek as it sailed over his shoulder. I pulled my arm back and turning my body, followed up with a short left hook as I had been trained to do, just as he was straightening back up. The punch landed solidly, right on his jaw; his head twisted to his left, then his body just pitched forward, his knees hitting the canvass a fraction of a second before his face. I glanced down and I knew he was out cold. I turned and headed to a neutral corner. I took a couple of steps before I realized what I had done, who I had just knocked out." "Jack, oh my god! What have I done?' "I ran back to you and fell to my knees. You weren't moving at all; your face straight into the canvas as if you were kissing it. I wasn't sure what to do; I took off my gloves, spit out my mouth- piece, and bent over and almost shouted into your ear, "Jack, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, please wake up, please. The tears were running down my face." "Then I saw one of your legs move, and then your shoulder twitched. I grabbed your shoulders and turned you on your back. Now I was able to get your mouthpiece out. Your eyes began to flutter and slowly opened. You were staring up at me, but I don't think you could see me nor had any idea of what had happened or where you were. I started to remove your gloves, and paused. That's when I saw that your cock was standing straight up, tenting out your shorts. I had to laugh; now I know what they mean when they say someone was knocked out cold, and cock stiff." "What happened? Joann, why am I down here?" "Oh thank god you're all right. Jack, Can you get up; can you move your legs?" "I think so. Help me up." She helped me to my feet. I was still unsteady, so she held me tight. "That was the most exciting thing I've ever done in my life; we have to do this again some time." "What, are you crazy; I almost killed you! We are never -- I repeat, never -- going to box each other again. Now come on, let's get our things and get back home." She helped me out of the ring; we threw on our shirts, picked up our gym bags, and headed to the front desk. Kris was still there working on some paperwork; the rest of the gym was deserted. "Did you two have a good time? Jack, was it everything you expected?" All I could do was smile and nod my head, as we continued past her heading for the door. "Joann, I'll have that other thing ready for you on Monday." We got into our car, Joann insisted on driving. We raced home, parked the car, and headed upstairs. That night, after I convinced her that I was fine, we made love with a reckless abandon. First I was on top, then she rolled us over, then I managed to get her on her back again. I fucked her hard, that's the only way to describe it; and she loved every minute of it. I can't tell you how many times we came that night, but by the next morning we were both walking a little more slowly than usual. I looked far worse than she did; my left eye was still a little swollen and was definitely black and blue. Chapter 5 I stayed home on Monday. I didn't even go to the gym. My eye was still black and I just didn't want to explain to anyone how I got it. Joann came home after work and told me everyone missed me today and sent their wishes for a speedy recovery. I had made dinner, which was the least I could do being home all day. We cleaned up the dishes; and while I was drying, I saw Joann take something out of her gym bag and go into the bedroom. I listened carefully, and thought I heard the DVD player start up and Joann load in a DVD. 'I wonder what that's all about.' We watched a little TV in the living room, then she made a big production about how tired she was and that she was going to bed. I told her that I'd be in as soon as the program we were watching ended. Just as the show ended, Joann appeared in the entrance of the living room; "Coming?" She stood there, dressed only in her lingerie top, the one I had bought her last Valentine's Day, the one she wears when she's particularly horny. She turned and walked back out of the room, her ass cheeks peeking out below the hem. Like a moth to a flame, I followed her into the bedroom, nearly forgetting to shut off the TV. She crawled onto the bed, giving me a real good look. Then, she propped up a couple of pillows, sat on the bed, and turned on the DVD player. I couldn't get out of my clothes fast enough. I sat next to her, as the DVD began to play. It was not what I was expecting. On the screen appeared the inside of a gym, a boxing ring to be more precise. There, in the ring was Joann, warming up, her body glistening with sweat, her muscles pumped. She looked awesome, beautiful and deadly. Then, someone else came into view; it was me. That's when I knew what was on the DVD. "Let's watch it all first," she whispered. "This is as close as we are ever going to get to boxing each other again. Enjoy!" And we did! THE END Thank you for reading. Your comments are always appreciated. My Watcher After graduating from college I had become involved with a boy. Jack was tall and an extremely good looking twenty-five year old from Kansas. He had platinum blonde hair and the deepest sea green eyes that I had ever seen. They were so piercing that I swear he was peering into my soul whenever our eyes met. His farm boy charm could get me to do almost anything that his little heart desired of me. I would just melt whenever I heard his sing-song voice. Jack had many passions and desires in the bedroom. I of course would happily live out his fantasies for him. We did it all from A to Z. Whips, chains, ropes, role playing (school girl, mommy, and teacher) whatever he fancied. However, there was this one thing he wanted to do more than anything else, and in all fairness it was probably because I always said no. Jack wanted to watch me have sex with another man. I was a pretty loose and fast woman but somehow I couldn't bring myself around to having other people watch me have sex. Even though I had dashed his request for this voyeurism game at every turn, he still persisted to the point of ad nauseam. It broke my heart to see my little corn-fed farm boy dejected like this. One day in early November I awoke to the sound of my blaring alarm and as was customary I slapped at my nightstand without opening my eyes in hopes that I could silence this wailing device of torment. As usual in the process of thrashing at my nightstand I would only manage a glancing blow that would send the clock plummeting to the floor and bouncing under my bed. Once under the bed it would still be screaming its incessant cry forcing me to personally rise and deal with it. As I was under the bed clawing for my clock in effort to silence it I realized it was Jack's birthday. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed loud enough to wake my neighbors in the next apartment over. I forgot to purchase Jack's birthday present. Normally this wouldn't have been a problem except I had a meeting across town with an editor I was trying to obtain employment with and it would take all day. I just didn't need more stress in my life. I jumped in the shower and put on my best business suit and headed over to the east side of town. Instead of thinking about my interview I was thinking about Jack and his birthday. I had to get my head in the game or else. Jack was expecting me to meet him for dinner at a swanky French restaurant downtown when he got off work. So I didn't really have time to get him anything meaningful. I went to the interview which went great. As I was riding down the elevator after I left my interview it hit me. I knew what to do about Jack's birthday. I called Jack from my cell phone and told him to meet me at the nightclub over on Third Avenue. He was a bit perplexed because we had dinner reservations. I told him screw that I have something better in mind. It was a little after eight when I arrived at this rave. I left jacket of my business suit in the passenger seat of my little red convertible and went in. I was a bit apprehensive to say the least because what I had in mind was sheer craziness. The place was packed with wall to wall people. The music was blaring and the place smelled of stale wet cigarettes. The disco ball was throwing off a weird sparkle affect and a rainbow of lasers danced crossed the ceiling. The place shook from the bass coming from the music. I scanned the room and saw two hunks laughing and drinking at the bar. These two will do I thought. I quickly unbuttoned my white dress shirt down to my navel and headed toward my marks. This was going to be these lucky bastards best night ever, I told myself as I moved in for the kill. When I arrived at the bar I introduced myself. "Hi boys I am Francis." The men who were in their early thirties if I had to guess immediately dropped their gazes to my unbuttoned blouse and my sheer black lace bra. These poor lads just stood there speechless as they peered at my massive double D's. One of them swallowed hard and stuck out his hand, "Yes... hi I am..." I immediately interrupted and said, "Who cares? Let's dance... both of you ... now!" I sauntered over to a dark corner and began grinding up against both of them as they sandwiched me between their bodies. I could feel their cocks. One was riding up against my ass and the other was up against my pelvis. It didn't take long for them to get into the mood. These boys had had a few drinks. I could smell it on their breath but this didn't slow them down at all. Their dicks were hard as lead pipe and to tell you the truth I was getting a bit worked up too. Finally, Jack showed up on the scene as I hoped. My plan was all coming together perfectly. I saw him scanning the area for me. He was all dressed up and looked so handsome. I grabbed the face of the guy that was in front of me and shoved my tongue down his throat. I frenched this guy so hard I thought he was going to pass out. Then I turned and saw Jack staring at me all agog. I mouthed "Happy birthday honey" to him and bent over and unzipped one of my partner's pants. I pulled out his rock hard cock and put it into my mouth. The other guy as if on cue flipped up my skirt and pulled my black thong down to my ankles. My pussy was soaking wet by now and I could feel my juices running down my leg. I was so wet that he had no trouble at all sliding his thick shaft into me. The guy was so thick and long that I let out a little squeal. I could feel the ridge is on dick head rubbing my clitorious with every stroke. I remember thinking this is fucking crazy but so hot too. I am in the middle of a nightclub getting pounded by one guy while I am sucking off another; all the while my boyfriend is watching this shit. Then there was also the fact that several people had noticed what was going on and we were starting to gather a small crowd of onlookers. Jack was happy as the Tin Man when he received his heart from Oz over this whole display. These two guys were hammering my mouth and pussy so hard that I was bouncing back and forth between their strokes as if I was a ball in a tennis match. Jack was definitely not in Kansas anymore to say the least. As I was sucking off the first guy the second man pulled out and blasted his jizz up my back. I heard one of the onlookers gasp with excitement as others clapped with glee. He came so hard some of it landed in my jet-black hair. The first guy got so excited himself when his partner blew his load that he started cumming also. He came so much that I could not swallow it fast enough and so when his dick popped out of my mouth he sprayed his love juice all over my face. It was like a fountain. His dick must have spewed at least a pint. That stuff went everywhere. I shoved both of them away from me and told them I had had enough. I kicked off my thong from around my ankles and it went flying. Some guy picked it up and started sniffing the crotch. I started to stumble away but I was so blinded by the semen in my eyes I couldn't see where I was going. On top of that there was so much cum from all three of us on the tile floor that it had caused me to slide in my heels. I quickly lost my balance and fell flat on my ass. As I laid there all splayed out, Jack being the gentleman that he was came over and helped me up. "That was the best damn birthday present anyone has ever given me. Thank you Francis." He said with a huge Cheshire cat grin on his face. "Can we do that again next week?" I laughed and said, "Sure - but next time you can suck the cocks and get cum shot all over your face." My hair, makeup and suit were a wreck. I was quite the sight. I could only laugh. Jack was happy and that made it all worth it for me. I looked at Jack and said, "I'll send you the bill for the dry-cleaning." With that I went to the ladies room and got cleaned up. I had blobs of cum everywhere. It looked like I had been in a cheap porno movie. The only difference was the music in the club was better. Later that evening I remember thinking; next year I will have sex with women instead for Jack. It will be a lot less messy that way. My Way Although I am now in my fifties, almost forty years ago I realized that I had an ability that others do not. When I want something badly, I focus on an individual I want to influence, direct my mind to where they are presently located, and create messages that I put into their minds. As I'm sure you realize, this can be used many ways, and if the military knew about this ability, I'm sure they'd want me to use it on their enemies. Fortunately or unfortunately, I have always had a voracious sexual appetite. From the time I reached puberty, I always thought about sex and wanted sex. When I was younger, it made for some fun times, but nothing like the way I use it now. When my wife or kids are hassling me, I put thoughts in their heads that they never would have on their own. My wife of over 25 years is a successful lawyer, who puts in lots of work hours and often returns home exhausted. While she was somewhat of a vixen when we first met, as time as gone by, she has adopted the attitude of only wanting sex when she wants it, and I had better cooperate and perform. While that can be fun, it's often frustrating because when she's ready is often at odd times, and I don't know about you, but four in the morning isn't the best time for me! But, since she supports me in the style I enjoy, and makes few demands, I don't say anything and do whatever makes her happy. She's basically a nice woman (but likes to control everything), fairly attractive (although she has put on some weight over the years-- she's not fat, but could lose some pounds). She likes sex when she participates, and while she is willing to try many genital and oral positions, has ruled out anything kinkier than that! Finally, I decided to test my skills one night, and at about midnight, I sent her a message to wake up at 1AM, and to attack my body. I also sent this mental message that she would use her K-Y ointment and beg me for anal sex, which she normally abhors. I was curious to see if I still had the skills! At precisely one A.M., my wife rolled over, grabbed my balls gently through my underwear, then removed my underpants, and began to work on my cock both with her hands and her mouth. She stuck her pussy over my face and begged me to eat her (something she sometimes lets me do for brief periods, but generally stops me when it begins to get her going too much, because she wants the control!). This time I continued to eat her out, first her pussy both with my mouth, and then mouth and one finger, then two fingers, and then three. I move my fingers slowly and rythmically, then quicker and harder, and she never resists or tries to stop me. Finally, I figure since the rest of my plan seems to be working, I would lubricate her anus with the lotion, and put apply it generously all over my fingers. As I keep my thumb in her pussy, I stick my index finger in her anus. First gently, then deeper and harder. Rather than resisting, she begs for more. She starts speaking trash talking, in her imagination asking he schoolmate friend Lisa to join in. She imagines that she is eating out Lisa's pussy and fingering Lisa's butt, all the time I am continuing my genital and anal manipulation. Suddenly, she shifts her position, jumps up, and I begin to fear that my mind control has worn off. Rather than that, however, much to my surprise, she begs me (and she never begs!) to lie on my back, and she proceeds to sit up and down on my hard shaft, letting my cock fully penetrate her asshole. While I believe she has had orgasms before, I was never quite certain. But this night, I know she had not only one orgasm, but she came multiple times! She demanded that I come in her ass and I was glad to meet her demand, but not until, I had fully reamed it and fingered her cunt, and sucked her tits. When I was ready, I came inside her and she just kept riding me, over and over again. This was the beginning of some amazing times, but we'll go over that another time! But, the ability to control a controller, and get your own way, while the other person not even remembering fully what happened (just remembered some happy thoughts!) was exciting to me! Since that time, we have done some amazing things, in some amazing positions and places, under amazing circumstances, and in some interesting situations and groups. Maybe we'll discuss that another time! My Way Ch. 01 Note from Jake Rivers, This is my eighth semi-annual "invitational." The current effort consists of stories based on songs by Frank Sinatra, Ol' Blues Eyes. Please read the stories and give feedback to the participating authors. Unless I'm convinced otherwise, I'll probably stop after the tenth invitational. Regards, Jake To the readers: I chose 'My Way' as my invitational song. The character in the story has lived his life his way. Being a vigilante with a no excuses attitude. He tells about his victims and also about his sexual encounters. If this isn't your type of story, you may want to pass on it. For the rest of you I hope you enjoy the read. There are five chapters, I hope to submit one each day. A special 'Thank You' to a friend who took of her time to edit this very difficult story. And now, the end is hereAnd so I face the final curtainMy friend, I'll say it clearI'll state my case, of which I'm certainI've lived a life that's fullI traveled each and every highwayAnd more, much more than this, I did it my way. Chapter 1 My name is Joe Ritter and I've been a journalist for many years now. I started out in a small newspaper office and eventually landed a job at a much larger paper. There I did numerous articles on major news stories that came off the wire. But a little over two years ago my editor laid me off. His reason was I refused to write negative articles about an old friend of mine. When he gave me an ultimatum of doing the articles or finding another place to work, I chose to become a freelance journalist. At first my wife was really pissed at me for quitting. But I was tired of having someone tell me what I could and couldn't write. And the editor was a real bastard to work for, so I couldn't let him have his way. I went ahead and explained to Julie why I didn't want to write about Jeff. I needed her to understand. **** Jeff was an old friend of mine from school and I couldn't see writing about him killing his ex-wife's lover and then going after her. He was a big guy, tall and husky, even back in high school. So we gave him the nickname Moose. He was quiet but friendly and easy going. All the girls were crazy about him but he was smitten with Marsha. They were a couple ever since they were sixteen. Toward the end of our senior year, Marsha discovered she was pregnant. When she told Jeff, he agreed they would get married. Several months later they had twin girls. Jeff seemed very happy till he got his draft notice. He called the draft board and told them he had gotten married and had twin daughters. The board told him they felt sorry for his situation but he would be leaving for a tour of duty the following month and would be serving two years, including a tour of Vietnam. It really hurt him having to leave his family but he told Marsha it would only be two years and hopefully the time would fly by. His dad tried to pull some strings but no one was able to help. Jeff would have to serve his time. While he was away his wife sent him a 'Dear John' letter and divorced him. I just couldn't bring it upon myself to just write things about him unless I had talked to him first. But there was no way they would let me see him. **** Jeff's trial took place a little over two years ago. He was found guilty of killing John Baker, who was his ex-wife's lover. The jury also found him guilty of attempted murder of his ex-wife, Marsha. The way the story aired was that Moose broke into her house and found them in bed together. According to news articles he pulled John off Marsha, grabbed him around his head, and broke his neck. Then he went after Marsha, but she was somehow able to get into the nightstand where she kept a gun, shooting him three times point blank in the midsection. That's when she called the police. John was dead but Moose underwent hours of surgery and lived to stand trial. What was so odd, and one of the reasons I couldn't write the article, was that Moose and Marsha had been divorced for eighteen years. Also, Moose said nothing in his defense, pleading guilty and letting the jury decide if he would get life in prison or the death penalty. The trial was over in a few days and Moose received the death penalty. He has been in the death row wing of the prison for two years, refusing all appeals on his behalf. I was sitting at my desk writing an article when the phone rang. Julie usually answers it so I can keep working. When she came into the room she looked a bit concerned. When I asked her why, she said it was the Attorney General's office. To be honest I didn't believe her. What would the Attorney General of Ohio want with me? I picked up the phone and said, "Hello, Joe Ritter here." "Mr. Ritter, this is Mike Keffer, Attorney General Mel Park's assistant." I knew the Attorney General was Mel Park so the call was either a good hoax or it really was the Attorney General's office. "What can I do for you, Mr. Keffer?" "Mr. Park's would like to meet with you tomorrow in Columbus. It concerns Jeff Daniels." "I don't understand. I haven't seen Jeff in years and besides, he's on death row." "It is of the utmost importance he speaks with you. But it is not something he can discuss over the phone. We will gladly pay you for your time." I agreed to meet with the man, listening as Mike Keffer gave me directions, then hung up. "What was that all about?" Julie asked. "Honey, I honestly don't know. I haven't the slightest clue but it has something to do with Moose. I'm going to Columbus tomorrow and hopefully will know more then." **** When I arrived at the state house I went to the information desk. The gentleman working there told me Mr. Keffer would be down shortly. As soon as he arrived, he took me to the Attorney General's office. "Joe Ritter, I'm Mel Park. Thank you so much for taking the time to see me. Please sit down. Mike, would you mind getting us a cup of coffee?" I told Mike how I took my coffee and he left the room. I knew from previous meetings with political people that it was all right to use their last name in private conversations. So I started the conversation. "Mr. Park, why exactly am I here? I know it has something to do with Jeff Daniels but all I really know is that he's on death row waiting for his time to come." "Mr. Ritter---" "Please just call me Joe." "Mr. Daniels contacted the prosecutor who in turn contacted me. It seems he might have some information on a goodly number of missing persons and a few murders." "But what does that have to do with me?" Our coffee arrived and I began drinking it. "I'm not quite sure how to say this, but it would be of great importance if we were able to close many of these unsolved cases before the demise of Jeff Daniels." I knew what he was saying. I had read where he had eyes on running for governor and if he could solve a number of these crimes, he would be in the driver's seat. "With all due respect, I repeat, what does this have to do with me?" "A number of people have talked to Mr. Daniels and he has given many clues that he knows something. He has said you are the only one he is willing to give his story to. We would like for you to meet with him and see if he is just pulling our chain or if he really does have any valuable information." "I don't get it. Why me? It's been years since I've even seen Jeff." "We don't know why. We do know all the information he has will die with him if we can't get him to talk. So we need you to talk with him, and the sooner the better. You will be dealing with Mike. Any information you receive will be passed on to him." "Not to be disrespectful, but I have a family to support." "We're willing to pay you three hundred dollars a day. You can only talk with Mr. Daniels for three hours a day and only during the week. If at any time we feel he is no longer helpful, the interviews stop. You will have the sole rights to the information he gives you for a story, book, or whatever. But any information on murders or missing persons can't be released until we give you the okay." I agreed and said my goodbyes. Mike walked me to the door and gave me all the personal information I needed to get into the prison to see Moose. I still for the life of me couldn't figure out what Moose would know about missing people or why he chose me to write his story. When I returned home, Julie was excited; she wanted to know what all went on at the Attorney General's office. I explained everything to her and told her I would be going to the penitentiary the next day to see Moose. She seemed as baffled as I was as to what Moose might have to say. "Aren't you a little scared going to a prison?" asked Julie. "No, but I have to say I'm really puzzled by the whole situation. Hopefully I'll get some answers right away." **** I headed to the prison the following morning, going through checkpoint after checkpoint just getting in. Guards searched me and all I was able to take into the cell hallway was my tablet, one pen and my recorder. The death row cell hallway was different than others as there was a block wall on one side of the hallway which had cameras aimed toward the cells on the opposite side. There was only one inmate per cell. At the end of the hall were two meeting rooms which had a Plexiglas wall and some sort of shoot in which to pass papers through. There was no way anyone could touch a prisoner. There was a tray to set my stuff on and a chair facing the Plexiglas wall. A guard would be at the other end of the hall. I was not to pass anything through the shoot without permission and had to remain seated. I felt very uncomfortable my first time going in. I sat in the chair and waited for them to escort Moose into the cell through a back entrance. It was a shock when I first saw him. He had shaved his head as well as his beard which he had since returning from the service and even during his trial. I hardly recognized him. I couldn't help standing as he walked into the cell but the guard told me to sit back down. The guard then left Moose in the cell with a small table and chair. I was lost for words as I looked at my old friend in the orange jumpsuit. "Hey Joe, good to see you. Hell, good to see anyone," said Moose. "I'm sorry, Moose. It just caught me by surprise seeing you hairless and dressed that way." "Moose! It's been a long, long time since anyone called me that. Probably the best times of my life." I watched a small smile cross his face and then I turned on the tape recorder. Since I only had a two hour tape in it, I'd had to remember to turn it over when the time came. "Moose, why am I here?" "Joe, a lot of shit has crossed my path since the old days when we were friends. I noticed during my murder trial you didn't write about me. And my lawyer informed me you ended up being fired for not tearing me apart. "I'm not the shy, friendly guy you knew from our school days. I've done a lot of killing in my life, some justified, some not. I've decided to tell my story and I figured I would give it to you. Besides, I owe you that much." "You don't owe me anything Moose. I just couldn't get myself to write about you without really knowing the truth." "I respect that, but what I'm going to tell you now is the total truth and I want you to write my story when it's all over. I'll have my attorney draw up the papers to give you the total rights to my story. Hell Joe, I might even make you a rich man." Another smile and a little laugh crossed Moose's face. "I hate to tell you this but according to the Attorney General I might only be here a few days. They say you have information on some missing people and unsolved murders. Without that information, I might be history sooner rather than later." "They'll get there fucking story the fucking bastards. Believe me, when they hear what I have to say they will be more than willing to let you come here. The prick will be a shoo-in for governor and probably run for president. I'm going to tell you my story. If at any time they stop you from coming in, I'll stop talking." "Moose, I'm recording everything we say. I think you should know that." "Hell, Joe, the fucking bastards are recording it too. Hell, look above you, they're watching us the whole time. I don't give a shit what they think or what they do. I'll give them the information on my terms. I have nothing to lose." This sure wasn't the Moose of old that I remembered. He really had me interested in what happened to him. The first day time flew by. It was more getting reacquainted than digging for information. Moose told me he spent all his time exercising in his cell because it was the only way he could keep his mind sharp. Other than talking to me, he was allowed an hour a day out in the courtyard. He had no interaction with the other inmates. I asked if he ever had any outside visitors, but other than his attorney, only his daughters stopped by. I was interested in his relationship with them but didn't have the time to delve into that part of his life. Mike wasn't happy with the results but knew better than to pull the plug on our meeting. But he did say he would need something firm to take back to his boss within a few days. The following day Moose said he would start from when he first got married. I know my job was to get more recent information into the missing persons but I decided to follow Moose's lead. It wouldn't do much good to push the issues and besides, I was interested in his life and why he ended up on death row. "I was happy being married. I wasn't worried about money since I knew dad wouldn't leave me high and dry. Besides, he gave me a good job as a mechanic on cycles. I had all I could want: Marsha, my two little baby girls, and a good job. Everything seemed fine till I received that damn draft notice. "Dad tried his best to get me a reprieve and even wrote to our State Representative at the time, Mark Wells. He wrote back and said how sorry he was about my draft number but there was nothing he could do about it and I would have to serve my time." "Wasn't Mark Wells killed a few years back in a parking garage?" I asked. "If I'm not mistaken it was considered a murder/robbery and the culprit was never caught. I remember following that story. Do you know anything about his demise, Moose?" "Yes, I do. That ought to give your AG something to think about. I know who did it and will be telling you when the time comes." Looking at Moose, I had to wonder if he killed the man himself. "Anyway, back to my story. I went to Vietnam, and what got me through the first year and a half was thinking about coming home to my wife and kids. It was a hell zone where it was hard to tell who was your ally or your enemy. Because of my mechanical background I worked in the motor pool and didn't see a lot of action. "Then one day I got a letter from Marsha. It was a Dear John letter along with no-fault divorce papers. To say I was in total shock would be an understatement. I think I literally lost my mind at first. I couldn't put a handle on what Marsha was doing. She was my life and then just like that, she was gone. "After all the smoke cleared all I wanted to do was die. I signed the papers and told her she could just have it all. I still had to pay child support and my girls were covered for health insurance but no alimony since she started the divorce proceedings." I could see that part of the story really hurt him but I just kept quiet and waited for him to go on. "When I had two months left to serve, I reenlisted for ten additional years. The only agreement I made was I wanted to have some type of Special Forces training. Secretly I wanted to just put my life on the line until my number came up. I got my wish when I became a trained killer. "My small group of brothers and I received secret orders and we went out and killed the enemy. I didn't have to think twice about shooting someone, cutting a throat, or snapping a neck. But we were on our own if anyone caught us. The government would disavow any knowledge of our actions. "We took no prisoners. For example, we would break into an enemy prison camp, kill all the guards, and leave. The prisoners were not even to know who we were." "Moose, if I were to print this, what would the military say?" He laughed. "They would say I just made it up, but I can assure you it's all true. I was on that team for eight years. I couldn't begin to tell you how many people I killed. It just became a second nature. Killing a person was as easy as saying hi to them. "As I mentioned, we traveled in pairs. We always used our code names for each other so no one knew who we were. My brothers called me Snap because I could break a neck in a couple of seconds. My partner we called Snipe. "I swear he was the best damn shot with a rifle I ever saw. He could shoot a fly off a cow's ass from a hundred yards out without even disturbing the animal. I never saw anyone who was better." "So what stopped you from making it a career in the service? You already had twelve years in and could have retired with twenty," I asked. "Two things made me give it up. First, our team disbanded when they didn't need us anymore. I ended up in the motor pool. You have to understand I was a trained killer; my mind thought differently. The second reason was my mom died and I went home for the funeral. I had one year left to serve when I returned after the funeral. I spent it in the States." "I remember your mom's funeral. I'm so sorry, she was a wonderful lady." "Thanks for coming to the services Joe. Even though we didn't talk much it meant a lot to me." "Do you want to talk a little about the funeral?" I asked. "When I heard my mom had died I felt bad that I didn't get a chance to tell her I loved her. At the funeral I wore my uniform. Many people were angry at the military and some even told me so. Ex-servicemen shook my hands; they knew the truth. We followed orders. "I was sitting next to my dad and brother when two beautiful young girls came to see my dad. They were my daughters, Christy and Cheryl, eleven at the time. They looked as if they were a bit scared of me, even though I could hardly blame them. I was never there for them and hadn't seen them since birth, other than pictures my parents sent me. Their mother didn't say too many good things about me, I didn't figure. "My dad introduced me and they held out their little hands to shake mine. Dad took them up to the casket to see my mom. It was sad seeing my two little girls crying. Marsha came in later but never said a word to me. She walked up to the casket, paid her respects and left. I later found out her sister had brought the girls. "There was a small wake or dinner after the service. Marsha didn't attend but my girls did. They came and sat next to me and talked to me for a while. I admit that felt different. I did my best to answer their questions. Then they wanted to know why I hated them. "I told them that I never hated them or even their mother only disliked what their mother did to our family. I was just never able to face the situation and chose to stay out of their lives. "Before I left the wake my girls gave me a hug. I told them I would be out of the service in another year and I would like to see them once in a while. They both agreed it would be nice. I didn't say I wanted to be part of their life because I didn't feel I would make a good father." * Look for Chapter 2 and more from Moose. Comments are welcome and appreciated. DG Hear My Way Ch. 02 You may want to read the first chapter before continuing on. DG * I talked with Moose for a week and he told me a lot about his life and hinted about a number of missing persons and murder victims. Mike Keffer told me his boss wasn't satisfied with the results I was getting. "Well you go tell the AG if he wants to find someone else I'll step aside. I'm a journalist, a reporter, not an interrogation specialist." "Sorry, Joe, it's just that we need some kind of proof he really knows something. I'm sorry if I upset you but it's been a week and we just heard a lot about his personal life." "I'm doing my best. Any time you two want me to stop, just say so. Until then I'll continue to let Jeff tell his story." I was a little pissed, but getting the information is the real reason I was there. They wanted to know about missing persons and murder victims. I wanted to know that too but also wanted the story of an old friend and how he changed so much in a few short years. I spent my mornings talking with Moose and my afternoons writing other stories to help earn my living. I was really intrigued with Moose. In the evening I made transcripts of all my information from Moose so I could have a written copy. Julie got a shortened version of what information I felt I could share. "Moose, the AG is still wondering if you have information on missing people." "Stupid fucking pricks . . ." "Moose, they'll hear you." "What are they going to do? Take away my hour a day in the fucking courtyard. Fuck them! Hell, maybe I'll throw them a bone so they get off your ass." He started telling me about life after his mom's funeral. "During my last year in the service I worked in the motor pool. Sometimes I drove the commanding officer (CO) to meetings. The base was in Ohio but nowhere near my hometown. One day the CO ordered me to take him to the state house for a meeting. "What a surprise it was for me when I found out Mark Wells was still in office. I hated that fucker. He was the one who wouldn't sign my papers to exclude me from military service. Word had it he gave his son an exclusion even though the punk didn't ask. His two nephews got them also. And none of them were married or had a family. I vowed that someday I would get even. That was the day "I let the CO out and then parked in the side lot. He told me he would be about an hour so I walked into the lobby and looked to see where Mark's office was. There was no way I could get there without someone seeing me. Instead I went to the phone in the lobby and asked for him. To my surprise his secretary said he had stepped out for a few minutes and would be right back. She asked if I wanted to leave a message but I just said I'd try again later. "When someone steps out for a few minutes, it's often to take a smoke break. They didn't allow smoking in the building and most smokers would step outside. I walked around to the back of the building and sure as shit, there he was, smoking away. "I walked up to him and asked if he was State Representative Mark Wells. I wanted to make sure before ending his life. He nodded and said he was, then questioned whether he could help me. That's when I told him he ruined my life. Before he replied I took out my knife and stabbed him three times in his kidneys. I'm sure he died instantly. To make it look like a robbery I took his wallet, then picked his body up and threw it in the trash bin. Then I walked over to my jeep and waited for the CO." "Moose! You killed him in cold blood. Didn't it bother you in the least?" I asked. "No, he took my life when he sent me away from my family. I just returned the favor. The CO came out and took me to lunch. It was a great day all the way around." I remembered reading about the murder. Articles mentioned the stabbing and that police found the body in a dumpster. They considered robbery a motive since his wallet was gone but they never had any suspects. There were no surveillance cameras near the dumpster and the visitors list for that day showed nothing. "Moose, you say you did it. How does anyone know you aren't just trying to take credit for it since you're on death row anyway?" "I kept his wallet. I'll let you know where it is at the end of our talk, but only if I can tell you everything. That should be enough of a bone for your AG." The way Moose grinned, I believed him. "Moose, I have to ask a question that's been bugging me. Why did you wait two years before telling this story?" "Sorry Joe but you'll get your answers in due time. I know you'll understand then." "So, what are we going to cover next?" I asked. "After I was discharged from the service, I headed back home. My brother Ray was vice president of our dad's company and was afraid I was going to step in with some kind of equal ranking. It was kind of funny since I had no intentions of anything close to that. "I had a talk with them and told them I wouldn't mind working as a mechanic in the repair shop. And I asked if there was any problem with me living in the cabin. It was thirty miles from town and hardly anyone used it any more. At one time our parents took us kids there to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city. "That's when my dad said he was going to retire and divide our inheritance. Ray was pissed. He said he had worked his dick in the dirt for the business and I hadn't done a thing to deserve half. "Dad interrupted Ray, which was a good thing because I could have killed him without batting an eye. No one talked to me the way he did and got away with it. My dad talked about his failing health and the stress of day to day operations He planned to give Ray the business right away, plus my brother would get the house and all that was in it after he died. "I knew there was something wrong and asked him. He had pancreatic cancer and the doctor gave him a few months. Then he turned to me and said I got the cottage and all the land that went with it—over six hundred acres—and two million dollars." "Ray looked up knowing he made an ass of himself. He apologized to dad and then to me. He knew the business was worth well over six million dollars and that wasn't counting the estate dad would be leaving him. "I told my dad it wasn't necessary but he pointed out it would give me something to pass along to my daughters. Everyone knew my parents were wealthy but no one knew how rich they really were. They were just nice and friendly people who always helped those in need." "So, did you work at the shop or just move out to the cottage?" "I did both. I drove in five days a week and earned my paycheck fixing cycles. I spent my extra time in the gym. Staying fit was all I knew outside of killing." "Are you saying you killed other people other than the state representative?" "You're getting ahead of yourself, Joe. Everything will be told in due time. I loved it out at the cottage. It was like being in the wilderness, no people bothering me. I usually ate dinner in town before going home, but I was pretty much a loner." "What about female companionship, Moose?" I inquired. "I fucked my share of women, both overseas and here. One of the things I decided to do was fuck Marsha's old friends, the ones she went to school with." "So, did you succeed?" He stared at me. Then I realized why. My first wife Laura was one of Marsha's friends. I knew she cheated on me but I never imagined Moose would do that to me. "Yes Joe, I succeeded with all four. That's the other reason why I owe you this interview. I'm sorry buddy, but she was trash and you deserved a lot better. I heard you got remarried and have a couple kids." I got up and told Moose I needed a break. What I really needed was a few minutes to gather my thoughts. There I was interviewing a man who fucked my first wife while we were still married. I wasn't ready to hear about it even when I went back and sat down. "If you don't mind, I'd like to change the subject a bit. Did you see Marsha from time to time?" I asked. "Not very often and I hardly ever talked to her. I'll give your bosses another bone to chew on. Shortly after returning home, I wanted to find out who the guy was who broke up my marriage. His name was Jerry Stinner. "I found out after he broke up my marriage that he thought he would get into some money because of my family name. What he discovered was that Marsha and I had nothing. He left her about a month after the divorce. "I found out where the guy moved to and paid him a visit. He was living near Circleville with another woman. I followed him to a local bar one day and approached him in the parking lot. After I confirmed I had the right man, I broke his neck. "I threw his body into the back of my truck, covered it with a tarp, and drove off. Tell the AG I buried the body by the third fence pole outside the cemetery. But because it's been about seven years I'm guessing it decomposed quite a bit by now. I have his wallet and will give it to you later." That was all the time we had that day but there was a lot of info too. Mike Keffer already had a crew going to the cemetery Moose mentioned to see if a body existed. When I got home Julie could tell I was upset. After she heard that Moose had fucked my first wife she hugged me. "He's right Joe, she didn't deserve you." "I guess it was something I never expected from Moose. We really were good friends and hearing that he fucked Laura was kind of a hard pill to swallow." "Joe, you said he's not the same man you remember. All that happened after he returned from combat. You're my man now so please just let it go." Julie and I made love that night. I guess I was happy to know Moose never met her. She was the love of my life and picked me up out of the gutter after my divorce from Laura. I knew in one of our talks Moose would be telling me the story of him and Marsha's friends. Hard to believe he fucked all of them—they were all married. Before I went to see Moose the next day I got a call from Mike. They found the remains of a body right where Moose said it was and were going to run dental records to see if it was Jerry Stinner. **** "Moose, didn't you feel bad about killing Jerry Stinner?" "No, I've told you killing means no more to me than swatting a fly. Marsha knew Stinner was missing because the cops checked with her when he didn't return home after a few days. I guess his new girlfriend wondered where he might have gone." "I'm ready to hear about Laura now. It really shook me up when you told me you had sex with her, but at least no one died." "Sorry Joe but don't be so sure. She was a real sleaze and you deserved a lot better. After I got out of the service I let my beard grow. I decided I was never going to cut it. And I didn't until after the trial; although I kept it trimmed some but never cut much off the length. "Remember our class reunion? I think that was the last time I saw you. Marsha talked with everyone but me. I danced with all her friends which really pissed her off. That's when I put my plan in place to fuck them all. I really wasn't going to include Laura because she was your wife but after the way she treated you she had to get hers too." "I don't understand, what do you mean the way she treated me?" "She let every guy there at the reunion rub her ass and grope her that night. You got drunk and didn't even know what was going on. I saw her go out to a car with Blake Edwards and he was fucking her brains out. When they came back in I told him the next time he went to have sex with her he would be a dead man. He told me to mind my own business. I just shook my head because that was the wrong thing to say to me. "It was two weeks later when I saw them in a bar. They were pretty drunk and looked as if they were smoking weed. I remembered what he had said to me and it didn't sit well. Anyway, I followed them in my truck to that cheap-ass fleabag of a motel on Rt. 69. "They were both pretty high and I was surprised he was able to drive. I waited about ten minutes and kicked the door open. Laura screamed and Blake looked both surprised and scared. "They were both naked on the bed. By the time I pushed the door closed Blake was off the bed and coming at me. Three seconds later I broke his neck and let him fall to the floor. Laura was sitting up holding the covers to her neck. I told her to lie down and move the covers, which she did. Then I dropped my pants and mounted her. "I can't honestly say she knew what was happening other than to tell me to keep fucking her, which I did. When I got done I called you and told you where to find her. I covered the phone hoping to disguise my voice. "When I left she was passed out. I picked up Blake and took him with me to bury him. When his wife reported him missing they found his car at the fleabag motel. You had already been there and retrieved your slut of a wife. I read where you were getting a divorce a week later." "So it was you who called that night. I just came back from a trip and wondered where Laura was. So, she was fucking Blake Edwards. It sounds like you almost did me a favor. So, where did you bury him?" "Can't tell you yet. But don't worry, before we're through you'll have the evidence to back up all the stories." Mike couldn't believe the information I had, but he reminded me it didn't mean anything without evidence. And because the remains near the cemetery belonged to Jerry Stinner, Mike was beginning to believe all the stories were true. Even though it didn't have anything to do with my purpose for interviewing him, I wondered how Moose got along with his daughters after returning home. So I brought up the subject to him. "I guess it was kind of odd," said Moose. "The girls really loved their grandfather. After he passed away the only time I saw them was if I went to their softball and volleyball games. Marsha would be there most of the time but I never sat with her. "The girls got to a point they would come over and talk to me. I guess some of their classmates asked who the big hairy biker was. They were surprised to find out I was the girls' father. I never interfered in any of their plans with Marsha though. After all, I was never there for them while they grew up. "After my father's death I increased my support payments because he had always made sure the girls were taken care of and I knew he would approve. "They asked about the cabin but I never took them there. Just too many secrets I kept out there. So I was there financially for them but not as a fatherly figure. Once they turned eighteen I bought them a car. "There were times the girls would come to the shop where I worked. They were both friends with Ray and his family. He had kids similar in age and they got along well. "One day I was driving by my kids' school when I saw a guy who seemed to be a drug dealer sitting in a beat up old car in front of the building across the street. I asked Christy about it one day and she said he was there a few days a week. She had seen a few kids go up to him. "I knew I looked like some drugged up old biker from years back but I never did drugs. It bothered me that drugs were available so openly across from my kids' school. I pulled up alongside the guy and asked if he was selling. He didn't answer so I told him I would park around the corner and if he was interested he could follow me. Then I flashed a wad of bills. "I drove up the alley behind the building and got out of my truck. It was a minute or so later when the prick pulled up behind me. Right away I asked what he had. As soon as he stepped out of his car, he asked if I was a cop. I told him if I was a cop I would just search his car. Then I pulled out a wad of bills that made the scumbag open his eyes and asked if we were dealing. He grinned and said yeah, then asked what I wanted. "All I said was he was going to stop selling that shit to kids. I reached over and showed him how to have his neck broken in three seconds, threw him in the back of my truck, and went to bury him. I left his car there with the keys and dope still in it. Nothing was ever in the paper about it. I guess the police didn't want people to know about the drug dealer." "Damn, Moose, where are the bodies now?" "Can't let the AG know yet. It might end our talks and we have a long way to go." If anyone would have told me Moose killed all those people I never would have believed it. Now was a different story. I believed every word he said. When he asked Christy if that guy still hung around school, she told him she hadn't seen anyone there for a couple of weeks. Rumor had it the cops found his car a few miles away and charged some drugged up kids with stealing it. "About a month later another dealer was on the corner. I pretty much did a repeat performance of the last time, including leaving the keys in the ignition. Again there was no mention of it in the paper or news. "About a week after each incident there was a missing person report filed. I knew they were the drug dealers because I had their licenses." **** Our talks continued the same way for a few weeks. Everything Jeff said was checking out. The stolen cars, the missing person reports, and evidence only the killer would know. The only problem was they didn't have all the bodies They questioned whether Moose might have buried the bodies on the cabin grounds he had owned before selling it to the state. He sold all but a couple acres surrounding the cabin. The problem would be finding them after so long from over six hundred acres. Even if they were out there Moose would need to tell them where to look. When I mentioned this to Moose, he just snickered. If they would just wait, he would be telling them all they wanted to know. Then he talked about an animal burial ground for all their pets over the years. Even friends of his would bury their animals out there. Some had markers and rocks with the pet's name while others only had a rock or cross so no one would bury a pet in the same spot. That made me wonder if Mike would be going out there looking for bodies. My ultimate purpose was to get information on the crimes but I was planning on writing a book about Moose. Besides, even though he was in prison, we were doing this interview under his terms whether the others liked it or not. "Moose, tell me more about your time in the service." "Not much to tell. I looked forward to the day when I would be home again with Marsha and my daughters. The day I received the divorce papers my life ended. I really mean it. I didn't care if I lived or died, which is why I enlisted for ten more years in the undercover squad. For the first six months I went through training hell. We were taught not to think but to act first, think second and always be prepared for the worst." "What if I write about that? Would the government deny it? I don't want to get you in any more trouble." After I said that I had to smile, and so did Moose. He was on death row, due to die that year. How much more trouble could he get in? "Of course they'll deny death squads. It's politically incorrect but they do exist. I would never give the names of my brothers but we all had code names anyway." "Didn't you tell me earlier your code name was Snap and your buddies' name was Snipe?" "That wasn't our code name, just a nickname we gave each other when on R & R. Anyway, our main job was to free prisoners, troops, or families from different nations held hostage. We received the order and then implemented a plan to complete the job. If the enemy got killed, so be it." "Tell me a little about your R & R. Everyone needs a break from that kind of life." "We received a lot of time for ourselves. The only rule was that we had to take it with a fellow squad member. We were to go nowhere alone. Usually our breaks were taken in nearby countries. Life for us wasn't the same as it is for other people. I was going to say sane people but that's not fair. We're not insane, just different." My Way Ch. 02 "How did the divorce affect your sex life? I mean, with the mental changes in your character, did it affect your sex life?" "Changes big time. I didn't give a flying fuck who I had sex with after that letter. I wanted to get even with the world for what Marsha did to me. I saw every woman who cheated on her husband as Marsha and fucked the shit out of them. After a year or so I calmed down some and wasn't quite as violent. "In the foreign countries I was in, sex was looked at quite differently. They were mostly poor countries where men would sell their wives or brothers would sell their sisters. Everyone needed money and jobs were not that plentiful. "You could fuck some women for as low as five American dollars, but I'd give ten or even twenty dollars if the woman put herself into it. Sometimes the husband would remain in the room. At other times they would be out looking for more horny soldiers." "You mentioned a buddy would be with you. Did he stay in the room with you?" Moose laughed. "Not usually unless we were each doing a woman or double teaming one. Usually one would be a lookout. As I mentioned, we didn't always know who the enemy was." "Did you ever have any trouble? With the women, I mean." "Not with the women but twice the husband or the man pretending to be a husband tried to kill us. In both cases their life ended rather abruptly. That was one of the reasons we traveled in pairs. "I must say the sex with some of those women was incredible. There wasn't anything they wouldn't do for money. Blowjob's, anal, and even a few perverted things which we won't get into. All I can say is those married women were good, damn good." "You always say married women. Didn't you ever have sex with women who weren't married?" "Joe, one thing I learned quickly and which we were taught was to always wear a condom. Some of those women would do anything to get pregnant and a possible free ticket to the United States. Many guys ended up marrying while over there. They would get the woman pregnant, marry her, and bring her home. "Some of them would wait for their boyfriends to get a visa to the states then divorce their husband and marry their boyfriends. I saw it so many times. I did my share of fucking but no relationships, no ties. I learned my lesson with Marsha. "That's why I preferred the married ones. If they got pregnant for any reason, the husband could worry about it." In later conversations he told me in more depth how depraved some of the sex was. I could picture old Mike jacking off while listening to some of Moose's conquests. **** At my next meeting with Moose I asked how he got involved with some of the people he didn't know. I was curious and couldn't figure out the connection on my own. "I spent my time in the shop working on cycles. I ate out, went to a few bars, and spent a few days a week working out at the gym. Some of the area cops worked out at the same place. I wasn't close friends with them but I overheard a lot of their conversations. "One thing that really pisses of law enforcement is when they go through a lot of work on a case and the scumbag gets off. Another is when the judge gives light sentences and the scumbags are out on the streets in no time. One of the worst things they hate is the witness protection program where some asshole testifies against a boss leader and goes scot free and gets a new identity and place to live. Most of the time they continue to commit crimes. "I took it upon myself to help those officers out. I followed the cases in the news against what I would hear the cops discuss. It's one fucked up legal system when you let scumbags go because we already have too many locked up." "So you did what? Wait to see if they got off on a technicality or something like that?" "That's putting it one way. I basically saw to it they disappeared. It was funny when the cops would get all pissed off and say this guy or that guy went missing. They always thought the crooks must have left the states. I almost wanted to tell them not to worry—they were still around and always would be." "But why Moose? Why would you just kill those guys? You made yourself judge, jury and executioner. That's vigilante justice and is wrong." "I didn't care, Joe. The guys were scum and a lot of people died because of the things they did. Some were killers, and others sold drugs, and I mean big time, not just the street seller. There were pimps who beat up on the women who sold their asses for them. "No Joe, they needed to die, not just be put back on a court docket for another trial. The government trained me to kill the enemy and that is exactly what I did. I killed the bad guys. I made sure they were always just missing. That way there were no trials or time wasted in court. Hell, look at me. I pleaded guilty to a crime and they've already wasted three years just to put me to death. "The system sucks, Joe. I just implemented a plan to help it work more efficiently." "How did you do it, Moose? I mean, how were you able to get close enough to people to kill them and not get caught?" Moose scared me. In a sense I felt he was insane. Being a killer for so many years just changed him some way. I had to wonder if he had ever been mentally sane since he first came home from the service. "I liked parking garages and alleys," said Moose. "It just takes seconds to break a neck. No evidence ever left behind. I didn't touch their vehicles so there never were fingerprints. Besides, I usually wore gloves. "I killed a couple of pimps in alleys on separate occasions. Break a neck, throw them in the truck and off I went. If someone saw it, which could have happened, there never was any proof. I always left the vehicles there. And sometimes they were still running. "They were almost always stolen after I left but never found anywhere near the abduction site or where I buried the body. Believe me, the streets are safer for my kids and yours because of what I've done. There will always be more scumbags but I took care of some of them." Moose almost acted proud of his actions. "Why a pimp, Moose? I know he was probably scum but was he really bad enough to take his life?" "Those two were. They both beat their women. I went to prostitutes once in a while for the blowjobs and anal fucks I was used to getting overseas. They did most anything for the right money. In one case I went up to the room and the gal gave me what I asked for. I drove by her corner a couple of days later and asked another gal where she was. "Her pimp beat the shit out of her for not asking a john for more money and she was in the hospital. I suspected I was the guy. I gave her two-hundred bucks but she said she was only giving her pimp a hundred. I later found out she had a kid and was trying to get out of the business. I went to her again after she got out of the hospital and asked her if I gave her ten grand would she move away and start a new life. "She started crying and asked why I would do such a thing when I didn't even know her. I told her because I could. She admitted she had tried to leave twice but both times her pimp came after her and beat her up. I told her he wouldn't be able to find her and she promised she would move back to Indiana as soon as possible. I gave her an extra five hundred dollars and told her to leave that night. "We looked out the window and she pointed out her pimp to me. The last thing I told her was to get her kid and head for the bus depot. I walked outside and flashed a lot of cash and walked around the side of the building. I figured asshole would probably follow me. He had a gun but didn't get a chance to fire a shot. After breaking his neck I let him lay there till I went and got my truck and backed it up and threw his lifeless body into it. "I saw her come out of her apartment with a suitcase. She got in his car and left. I followed her from a distance to make sure she was leaving town. I was trying to give her a chance in life and I wanted to make sure she was doing it. She stopped at a small house and within minutes came out with a baby. I pulled up alongside the car and told her to make sure she took the bus. She could leave the car at the bus depot. That's when I gave her the ten grand. She was crying as she thanked me before driving away. "If a woman used drugs and became a whore to feed her habit that was her problem. But, if some prick got them hooked on drugs or beat them up, then if I saw it I took care of it my own way." "Moose, I just don't think you had the right to decide who lived and who died." It was really bothering me that it meant nothing to him to take another life. He sure wasn't the Moose I used to know. "Joe, for the record, I don't give a flying fuck about what you think. The only reason you're here is because I believe you'll tell the truth, just as I'm telling you. Also, because we were friends at one time and I had a moment of feeling sorry about fucking your ex. But I don't give a damn about your opinions. Are we clear on that issue?" I was nearly lost for words. He was handing me the story of a lifetime on a silver platter and I almost threw it away. I knew I was confused about Moose. One minute we talked like old friends and the next minute he was the serial killer. I was sure glad I was on the opposite side of the Plexiglas. I nodded that I understood what he said. Thankfully that was the end of our time for the day. I needed some time and space to collect my thoughts before continuing. * End of chapter 2, chapter 3 posted hopefully tomorrow. Comment are welcome and appreciated. DG Hear My Way Ch. 03 Please read the previous chapters before continuing on to better understand the story. DG Chapter 3 The next day Moose seemed happier again, but I wondered what he would want to discuss. So far I didn't really have any dates when he did anything. I knew it began when he returned to the states and ended two years ago when Marsha shot him, but that was all. The first two men he killed were the State Representative and Jerry Stinner, the man who broke up his marriage. And John Baker was the last one. "Joe, I have a question for you. I told you I had fucked four of my wife's best friends. They were Laura, Melanie, Doris, and Terri. You know about Laura, your ex, but why haven't you asked about the other three?" "I was asked to find out about the missing people. Other than that I only write about what you tell me. If you want to talk about them, I'm willing to listen. As far as I know they are all still alive, married and doing well." "Well Joe, I'm horny as hell and of course there is no sex for me in this prison so I get off on my memories of the women I've fucked." I noticed Moose always used the word fuck, rarely used the word sex and never the word love. I felt he must be quite the empty person inside. "Let's start with Doris. She was married to some guy named Charles. I saw them at the reunion years ago and decided she would be my first fuck of Marsha's friends. By the way, your Laura was second, just so you know. At the reunion she had on a sleek white dress. Damn, she looked good in it too. I danced with her and backed her into a corner. Then I reached down and grabbed her ass with both hands. "At first she was shocked and told me I should stop. When I asked why, she said she was married and her husband might see. So I looked over at Charles and noticed he was watching us. Then I slowly brought my hands up and squeezed her tits. Damn, that woman had a fine set of tits. Doris begged me not to in front of her friends. I laughed and let go of her tits and lead her back out to finish the dance. I whispered in her ear that I was going to fuck her and her husband could watch if he wanted to." "So, when did you hook up and what did Charles say?" "It turns out Charles was a voyeur and liked to watch his wife get fucked. I went to their house that night and literally fucked the piss out of her while Charles sat back and jacked-off. Damn, she was one hot woman. When I said I fucked the piss out of her I meant it. After I came in her she let loose with a stream of piss that shot ten feet across the room. "Damn, it was like the good old days overseas. Those bitches knew how to fuck. In case you're wondering I took Doris out to the cabin a dozen times. I got tired of her Peeping Tom husband watching me fuck his wife even though she was great. I guess Marsha and her ended their friendship when she found out Doris was fucking me on a regular basis." I lived in this area most of my life and never knew Doris and Charley were that way. But I knew when I saw the couple again I would think differently about them. Before Moose went on, I changed the subject back to the main topic. "Moose, the AG and Mike have been checking on some of the stories you've been telling me. And although they're finding them to be true, they need names and evidence. Is there any kind of proof, like times and dates, names of the victims, or where the bodies are located you can tell me?" Moose actually laughed out loud. "Tell those fuckers I have all the proof and evidence they'll need to kill me ten times over. Hell, make that twenty times over. They'll get it when I'm finished with my story." **** The following week Moose said his daughters had been there to see him. They could visit him for one hour, one day a month. Some months they didn't make it. I asked him about his relationship with his daughters. "Why do they choose to see you? After all, you tried to kill their mother." "Joe, I'm going to tell you something no one is going to believe. I'll explain it to you in more detail later. I've mentioned it to my girls but I did not try to kill their mother." "But, Jeff, you pleaded guilty. Your hand prints were on her throat. Yet now you say it isn't true." "I said you wouldn't believe it. But I'll explain that later. First, about my daughters. I love them. Yes, there's a small spot in my heart for the ones I love. I don't know how Christy and Cheryl feel about me. At times they yell and other times I see them cry. As I mentioned before, I stayed out of their life. I'm bad news, Joe, and I never wanted my daughters to get close to me. "But you remember I went to their ball games. One day I saw Marsha there shortly after I killed her ex-lover, Jerry Stinner. She had found out the guy had gone missing and said she figured I had something to do with it. "Of course, no one had any proof he was dead. I looked at her and told her to make sure she kept a loaded gun in her nightstand since she never knew when it could be her turn. But I laughed and added she didn't have to worry, because my daughters would always have their mother around to raise them. "I saw it scared her and that she wasn't sure exactly what I meant but I also knew she would keep a gun in the nightstand. Before she could speak I got up and left." "So, you never talked to your daughter?" "No, I told you they would stop by the shop and I talked to them but was never close to them. I always sent Marsha money besides my support check so the girls had a decent life. "Throughout their teen years I kind of watched over them but we were never close then and aren't now. I truly love them but I don't tell them so. Maybe after I die you can tell them for me in your book." Regrets, I've had a few But then again, too few to mention I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway And more, much more than this, I did it my way "Moose, do you have any regrets? Why do they come and see you? You say you aren't close but yet they show up. I have to wonder why." "Sure, I regret not being a real father to my daughters. They're good girls and deserved much better, but it was too late for me. As far as the killings, I don't regret a one. "There's another point to my madness, Joe. You asked why I waited two years before coming out with this story. It was for my daughters. For years now I have been putting money away in special accounts for them. "When these stories come out, everyone and their brother will want to sue me. I have very little money left in my name. They can't sue my ex or my daughters. I have no connections with them or the money in their names. I have to protect their financial future. "When I was found guilty and put in prison, the assets I had left were sold to pay off my debts. I had the remainder given to my daughters and also in an equity account for my lawyer and court fees. The girls got about a half million dollars each. After my death they will be given the numbers of the special accounts I had set up for them." "So you figure they come here to see you because you gave them money? I don't think so, Moose. Even though you aren't close, I think they know you care for them. And they care for you, regardless of your past. Why else would you have given them money, unless you had feelings for them?" Moose looked away, but I think I saw his eyes water a bit. We talked about more of his crimes over the next couple of weeks, but it was more of the same thing: mob people getting off, pimps beating up hookers, and drug dealers selling to kids. While I was talking to Moose one morning I saw him moving his hands. He was telling me slowly in sign to stand up and block the monitor. I have a younger brother who was deaf and back in school Moose asked me to teach him how to sign so he could talk to him the way I did. I was happy to do it because the more people who could sign, the happier my brother was. I figured he had something to tell me and didn't want it on tape where anyone heard or saw it. So I stood up and did as he said, but about two minutes later a guard came in and told me I had to sit down at all times. I apologized and told him I was just taking a little stretch. But I got Moose's message. The message was, 'Go see Cheryl and look in the old chest for ledger.' Somehow I felt we were near the end of the interview. The ledger must be some of the proof he was going to provide but wanted me to retrieve it instead of the police. **** The next day I went to see Cheryl. I knew who she was but had never talked to her. She opened the door as soon as I knocked. "Cheryl, I'm Joe Ritter, I'm talking with Jeff Daniels . . ." "I know who you are, Mr. Ritter." "Your dad, I mean Jeff, asked me to look in a chest. Do you have any idea what he's talking about?" "You can call him my dad; that's what he is, after all. The chest I think he's talking about is one my grandfather owned. Dad gave it to me before he went to prison. He thought I might want it since it was an antique. Plus I was always close to my grandparents. There's some old stuff of my dad's and my granddad's in it." I looked inside but didn't see anything that looked like a ledger. Then I remembered those old chests often had soft bottoms and hidden compartments. And my hunch was right. Cheryl just stared at me as I took the ledger out and then put everything else back. When I finished she asked me a question. "Mr. Ritter, I know you're doing a story on Dad. Now they're saying he's a serial killer. I believe it to be true because a couple of times when men would bother Christy and me, soon after they went missing. We didn't think much of it back when it happened but later we wondered if dad had anything to do with their disappearance. "The same thing happened to a couple of drug dealers who hung around our school. After we mentioned it to dad, they disappeared too." "He's a different person now. Going to war and the divorce changed him. He knew he had major problems, It's why he never got close to you and your sister. I'm sure of that." Cheryl started crying. I held her for a few seconds till she caught her composure. Then I took the ledger and thanked her for her time. I glanced through the ledger and all I saw were initials, a few names, and a lot of dates. I assumed Moose had his own code. But as I got ready to close the book, I saw a note on the back page. It referred to an old wardrobe closet given to Christy. Since I had her address too, I took the chance she was home and drove over there. It was somewhat the same as I learned at Cheryl's. Both girls were smart and knew their dad had problems for years. They didn't know he was a murderer till he killed their mother's lover and attempted to kill their mother. I told Christy who I was and like her sister she said she knew why I was there. Her sister had just called her, they were close. Christy had the wardrobe filled with her own belongings but I noticed the height on the outside seemed higher than on the inside. I pulled off the front piece of molding and found a hidden drawer. In it was two plastic bags filled with wallets and ID's such as driver licenses. Christy was shocked to see them. "Mr. Ritter, I had no idea that stuff was ever there." "It's okay, Christy. This is the information your dad was telling me about. But I need to take it with me." "It's the proof he's a serial killer, isn't it?" She said as she started crying. "Yes, I think it is. I'll need to take it to the police. I'm so sorry. Please don't tell anyone about this." "Mr. Ritter, I never believed my dad was going to kill my mother. He told us a few times that he would never do it, but now I'm not sure. Do you know?" "To be honest with you, your dad said he would never kill her but even with the bruises, I believe him. Why would he admit to so many murders and not that attempted one? Doesn't make any sense. If I find out for sure, I'll be sure to let you know." I put on a pair of plastic gloves and I quickly glanced through the driver's licenses, recognizing some of the names Moose had mentioned. Christy was watching me and asked if a Randy Miller was among the IDs. I checked through a few more and looked up at her. "Who was he?" I asked since I didn't remember Moose mentioning his name. "When we were about fourteen, Mom dated him. He was always nice to us in front of her, but when she wasn't there he would kind of flirt with us. We didn't like it and told her about it. She said he was maybe just trying to be nice to us. One night he stayed over and was with mom. "In the wee hours of the morning he came into our room, drunk. We told him to leave but he said not till he got a kiss from us. We yelled for mom and she came in with a handgun she kept in her nightstand. She pointed it at him and told him to get out of her house and if he ever went near us again she would shoot his balls off. He called us sluts and some other choice words and left. Then Mom apologized for not believing us. After that night we never saw Randy again." "Did he come up missing?" I asked. "He was laid off from his job so we didn't know. Really, we didn't want to know. About a month later they found his car completely stripped down but no sign of him. Now since I see his driver's license, it seems dad found out about him." Knowing what I did about him from the interviews, I didn't deny what she said. Instead, I thanked her for her help and left. **** Once I had the ledger and all the IDs of the missing people, I wasn't quite sure what to do with them. I didn't want to involve the girls in any way. I came to the conclusion I should tell Mike about the book. But before I did, I copied each page. I hadn't figured out the pattern or code Moose used. Hopefully they would let me give it to Moose so we could get the answers. I decided to hold back on the IDs for a while since I wanted the rest of the story first. The next day I met with Mike and showed him the ledger. When he asked me where I found it I told him I couldn't tell him. He got really pissed at me and told me he could arrest me for holding back evidence. "I want to see the Attorney General right now. I don't have to put up with your shit. If it wasn't for me talking with Moose, you'd have nothing and now you want to threaten me. Go fuck yourself. I won't see Moose again until I talk to Mr. Parks." Two hours later I got a call from the AG asking to see me as soon as possible. "Mr. Parks, I looked through the ledger and it's all in some kind of code. What I need is to give it to Jeff so he can explain them. It has names, the who, where, and when, for each of the crimes, and I believe it also says where the bodies are buried. Only Moose knows this code." "Joe, why can't you tell us who gave you the ledger?" "No one gave it to me." I lied, not wanting to implicate the daughters. "Jeff used sign language and told me where to look for the ledger. "When your friend Mike accused me of obstructing justice and talked about arresting me, I had enough. I'm not his puppet. I promised you I would do all I could to get your information and I've been true to my word." I didn't want to tell the AG I had the IDs yet, I wasn't sure what their next move would be. They were power hungry men but they knew they needed my help. So I made something up and told them Jeff had buried the ledger and told me where to dig it up.. "Well Joe, what do you suggest? We can't just give Jeff the ledger. He might destroy it. Right now it's all we have. My people are trying to break his code but not making much headway." "I suggest you make copies of all the pages and let me give them to Jeff. I'm hoping he will explain the code he used. He also signed to me that he would explain where to find the IDs to help determine remains." He was thinking about my idea since he didn't have many options and still wanted to play the boss role. "Okay, Mr. Ritter, I'll approve copying the ledger. You can give it to Jeff. But when he tells you where the rest of the information is, I want it as soon as possible. After all, you're still on my payroll." "Sir, there's one more thing. Jeff said he wouldn't give the location of the IDs till he finished telling his story." "Damn bastard! Who does he think he is? He's the fucking criminal. He has no rights. How much more time do you think you'll require to get the information you need?" "I think I could be done in about two weeks. By then you'll have a goodly number of cases solved. A definite feather in your cap." I had learned how to play the game too. A big grin crossed his face. "Okay, you have two weeks to get the job done. You won't have to report to Mike. I'll let the prison know about the papers. You've done an incredible job, and I won't forget it." I really didn't trust him all that much but I figured I would be able to get the information I needed to write Moose's story without much intrusion. **** Julie saw it was all getting to me and did her best to stand by me and listen to all my criticizing. Far too often I had to apologize to her for taking my frustrations out on her. She was a wonderful wife and mother. Talking to Moose was bothering me though. I knew he slept with my first wife and his ex-wife's friends, and that made me wonder how many other women he had slept with. One day Julie told me I was too close to the story and it was a strain on our marriage. Instead of talking it out with her, I did the stupidest thing and asked her if she had ever met Moose. The room went silent and I saw a tear in the corner of Julie's eye. She knew I was wondering if she ever had sex with him. After about a half minute of silence she looked at me. "No Joe, I've never met your old friend Jeff Daniels, or Moose, or whatever you want to call him. So now you don't have to worry if I ever slept with him. I can't tell you how much it hurts that you think I would have done such a thing. From the day we began going together I have been honest and faithful to you. That will never change." She walked into the kitchen, leaving me alone, feeling worse than I ever had. I guess I was just letting Moose's past get to me. I did my best to apologize to her but they were words I could never really take back. We never talked about it again. I went to see Moose the next day and explained that the AG wouldn't give me the ledger but that he made copies of the pages so it might help refresh his memory. He laughed when I told him that no one could figure out his code. The guard dropped the papers into a chute in the Plexiglas and passed it to Moose. "Do you have a pen or pencil so I can write some information on this paper for you?" asked Moose. The guard then put two crayons into the box. "Christ! The mother fuckers are afraid to give me a damn pencil," he said as he laughed again. He set the crayons and papers down. "I know we don't have a lot of time left for me to tell you my story. Once they get their answers they'll probably stop your visits." "That's probably true. They're not interested in your story as much as I am, just the facts about the missing people. The AG has given me two weeks to get whatever information I can," I replied. "Well, in that case we'll use the two weeks the best we can. I'll start by telling you about Melanie and Terri. They were the last two friends of Marsha's that I fucked." "It's hard to believe you had sex with either of them. They are both still happily married, last I can remember." "Believe me, Joe, I have no reason to lie to you. By the way, have you been telling your wife about my story? What does she think?" Why did he bring my wife up? Damn! "I've told her some things, but not in detail. I wanted to tell her everything, but since I'm here as part of a criminal investigation, I didn't feel right doing that. But she did say you sounded pretty messed up and confused." My Way Ch. 03 "Too bad I never met the little lady, but I'm not messed up or confused. I'm aware of every decision I have made. Tell her that for me, will you?" Damn, that was good to hear, and I would make sure Julie heard it. Deep in my heart it gave me some relief, although I really felt bad questioning Julie. Being around a person like Moose could really warp your mind. "Sure, no problem. So, are you going to tell me about Melanie and how it came about that you had sex with her?" "Just so we are straight here. When you write my story, you can tell about my sexual escapades but I don't want any women's named mentioned." "But what about the tapes the AG and Mike have?" "Hell, they'll probably just jack off to them. Even though all my sex life I told you about is true, no one can prove it. And I'm sure the women aren't going to say anything either. As far as the government fucks go, they don't give a shit about my sex life. They're just interested in gaining more power. If they let any unproven incidents out, it would hurt them more than help them. Hell, they'd probably get sued." "You have my word no real names will be listed in my story. How did they say it on Dragnet? "The names have been changed to protect the innocent'," I said and smiled. "They definitely weren't innocent but that's okay. Melanie called me at work one day. I can't tell you how surprised I was to hear from her." "Why would Mel call you, Moose? Didn't seem like something she would do." "She needed money. I guess a few of the girls went to Vegas over the weekend and she ran up her credit card." "She and Bill weren't exactly poor. Hell, he's been a banker for years. Why would she ask you for money?" "She was scared. I guess she wanted to keep it from Bill and Marsha suggested she ask me for a small loan. Damn, she was one fine looking woman. Did you know she was a model for a few years until she married Bill? He didn't like other men ogling his wife so she quit. "I told her to meet me at a café not far from my cabin. When she showed up at the café, she had on a pair of tight pants and a short blouse tied at her belly. "I asked how much she needed, figuring a thousand or two. When she told me fifteen thousand I was shocked. She was one of those women you'd like to fuck one time. So I asked her what she had for collateral. I knew she didn't have anything and all I wanted was her ass anyway. "That's when I made her my offer. I would give her the money if she went to my place that night and fucked me. It wouldn't be a loan so she didn't have to pay it back. I just wanted in her pants. Then I gave her five minutes to make a decision." "Mel wasn't the type to mess around," I said, remembering her from years ago." "No, she wasn't. But she needed the money bad, so she agreed. We got on my cycle without saying another word and headed off to my cabin. When we went inside I told her to strip. I could tell she was worried about the money so while she undressed I wrote her a check. "She looked great standing there naked. I picked her up and carried her into my bedroom. We must have fucked three times that night, each time in a different position. We did it once more in the morning then headed down to the creek bed and cleaned up. I told her what a great fuck she was and how lucky her husband Bill was to have such a sexy hot wife." "So, you only did her the one time, Moose?" "No, she came back twice more. She was one great fuck, for sure. If Bill ever mistreated her, he would have been dead. Of course, he never knew about us. After the last time she said she loved the sex but it was just getting out of hand and she didn't want to jeopardize her marriage." "What happened the last time?" "We'll leave that for another day," he said. "We have work to do." Opening the ledger, Moose started reading his own code and filling in the names and dates. He said he forgot about a few of the people he had killed. When I asked him about the IDs and location of the bodies, he told me he would give me both on the last day of our sessions. He said he had yet to tell me about his fuck session with Terri and the truth about not wanting to kill Marsha, his wife. After that he would tell me where the bodies were buried and where the IDs were. I used sign language to let him know I had the IDs. I knew by looking into his eyes he understood. My back was to the camera, so it wasn't able to pick up my signing. At the end of the session he passed his journal papers back through the chute in the Plexiglas. A guard came in and took the papers out of the box along with the crayons and handed me the papers. I glanced down and noticed he had listed twenty-two names. He said the list included everyone except John Baker, whom he killed last, and was the reason he was now on death row. The following morning I got a call from Mike, apologizing for the way he had talked to me. He said he had been under a lot of stress over Jeff's case. It didn't seem genuine, but he was a politician, and I didn't expect more. "Joe, Mr. Parks would like to see you today. Could you please bring the ledger copies you received from Jeff?" "Sure, no problem. I'll be there in two hours," I replied. As I entered the office, both men shook my hand for doing such a good job. Mr. Parks looked through the names and dates in the ledger. He said he would be checking it against the database but did recognize some of the names. A couple of the names listed involved cases already solved, such as Jerry Stinner and the state representative. I received a call from Mike that evening. Every person listed on Moose's ledger was either missing or found murdered. No cases had been solved except the Stinner case, and of course, Moose's confession of killing the state representative. The problem was obtaining the evidence necessary to link Moose to all the cases. When I went to see Moose, he told me by the end of the week he would tell me where to find everything needed. I knew it would keep the AG and Mike off my back if they believed I would have their evidence soon. I already had the driver's licenses and wallets of the victims. Having looked through them, they confirmed everything Moose had told me. We just needed to know where to find the bodies. "What did you want to discuss today?" I asked. "I have one more fuck session to tell you about. It was with Terri. It's one of the most interesting because I worked with her husband. People liked to say she was black, but to me she was fine chocolate. "I was at work one day and a new mechanic named Jerome and I became friends. He was black, which was no big deal, but he was always talking shit about how he liked to fuck the white women. I fucked them all—white, black, Asian—it didn't make any difference to me. So I knew where he was coming from because I loved the variety too." "What surprised me was when he told me he was married to a gorgeous black woman. He showed me her picture, and it was Terri. She was one of Marsha's friends, the last of the ones I wanted to fuck. And there I was, talking to her husband. Over the next couple weeks I saw some white gals on the back of his cycle as he left the shop. He would always wave to me as he rode away." "So how did you get together with Terri? If I remember correctly, she and Mel modeled together for a few years. That was the last I heard of her," I replied. "Jerome and I talked quite often. He loved to boast about the women he fucked. It always made me laugh. If he only knew half the shit I did he would have creamed his jeans. One day he mentioned he always wanted to have sex with his wife's friend, Mel. He said there was nothing he wouldn't do to get in her white ass. That was when I told him I went to school with both Mel and Terri. "I laughed when he got all scared I was going to tell Terri. He begged me not to tell her about the white women I've seen him with. I just grinned and walked away, leaving him there to wonder what I would do." End of chapter 3, Chapter 4 hopefully will post tomorrow. Comments are welcome and appreciated DG Hear My Way Ch. 04 You may want to read the previous chapters first to better understand the story. DG This chapter is mostly about sex. Moose explains how he enticed Jerome and Terri. The following is the dialogue that went on between Jeff, Jerome. Later it includes Terri and Mel. Remember this all happened a few years ago. **** I just sat back and listened to what Moose had to say. "No problem Jerome, your secret is safe with me. So, you said you would do anything to get into Mel's pants. Did you mean it?" asked Jeff. "Hell yes! She has that firm white body that cries out 'Fuck Me!' whenever I see her. To bad she's friends with Terri." "I can set it up so you can fuck Mel, but in return I want to fuck Terri." "Damn man, she's my wife. I don't think I could let her fuck another man. We have two kids and it might fuck up my marriage. I can't believe I would even consider it. She'd kick my ass if she even knew I thought about it." "Look Jerome, Mel is coming to my cabin Saturday. Why don't you bring Terri and we'll have a cookout and maybe get a little drunk. I have plenty of rooms and you and Terri can spend the night if you get wasted." "Mel's married to Bill. Is he going to be there?" "No, just Mel. In fact, you can say I'll have a friend there but don't tell Terri it's Mel. I want to see the shock on both of their faces." "I'll see if Terri will come. No promises on the sex thing. Much as I would like to fuck Mel, I don't think Terri would agree. It's hard for me to believe Mel is cheating on Bill. She sure doesn't seem the type." "For the record, Mel loves her husband. We just have a little agreement between us. I better never hear you have told anyone." On Saturday I met Mel at the café. She hopped on my cycle and we headed to the cabin. I never told her I invited company. If I had, she probably wouldn't have come. She did tell me this would be our last time together. She was beginning to care for me, and didn't want it to happen. While she was in the bathroom putting on her bikini, Jerome rode up on his cycle with Terri on the back. "Long time, no see, Jeff. I was surprised when Jerome said you invited us up for the night, but we needed a night out away from the kids. So, how have you been? I haven't seen you since the last reunion," asked Terri. Jerome looked surprised when Terri hugged me. He didn't attend the last reunion with Terri because he didn't graduate from our old high school. I had danced with her a few times and loved holding that soft chocolate body close to me. I also knew it irritated my ex. "I was surprised to learn you were Jerome's wife. He had been telling me his wife was a knockout. When he showed me your pictures, I was surprised to see it was you. I have to agree, you are one fine piece of chocolate." We both laughed. "So, Jerome says you've invited a friend but wouldn't tell me who it is. Where is she?" About that time I could hear Mel coming outside. "Jeff, did I hear a motor... 'Oh my god!' Terri . . ." "Mel? What are you doing here? Are you . . . Jeff's girlfriend? I can't believe this. We've been best friends for years and I can't believe you haven't told me about you two," said Terri. "Terri, it's not what it seems. Jeff and I have an agreement; we're not, oh Christ, how am I going to explain this to you?" Jerome couldn't help staring at Mel in her skimpy bikini. She sure did look good. "Tell her the truth, Mel. It's usually best to just tell the truth," I said. Jerome stood back and listened. I went and got us all a beer while Mel did her best to explain why she was here with me. "Remember when we went to Vegas and I lost all that money?" Mel asked Terri. "Yes, you never explained how Bill reacted when he found out you ran up that debt," said Terri. "He never found out. I went to Jeff for a loan and paid off the card before Bill found out," replied Mel. "So now you have to find a way to pay Jeff back a little at a time?" asked Terri. "That doesn't explain why you're here dressed in a bikini," said Terri. "The truth is Jeff said I wouldn't have to pay it back if I had sex with him. Please don't mention it to Bill. This is the last time I'll be here with Jeff." "So you sold your ass for how much money?" asked Terri. "Fifteen thousand dollars, with no other strings attached, and no long term commitments," replied Mel. "I know it was wrong, but I was desperate at the time." "Jeff gave you fifteen thousand dollars to fuck your little white ass. Hell, girlfriend! I don't blame you. I'd sell him my big black ass any time for that kind of money." Terry was smiling at her friend as she spoke, letting her know she would keep the secret. Jerome looked pissed. "What the fuck do you mean you'd sell your ass for money? I can't believe you would say such a thing, especially in front of me." "Jerome, shut your fucking pie hole. I know you fuck those white bitches behind my back, and it better stop pretty damn quick or your whole paycheck will be my child support." "All I'm saying is if a guy like Jeff offered me fifteen thousand dollars for a fuck, I'd do it. It would pay for the kids' braces and maybe I could get a better vehicle. We also have that bike loan to pay off. I'm not a whore and neither is Mel but to get that kind of money for something I give you for nothing, it sure would be something to think about." "But you're my wife," said Jerome. "Let's be honest here, Jerome. If Mel offered you fifteen thousand dollars to fuck her, would you do it? Sorry Mel, but it's just to show him he would do it for nothing let alone for money. You can tell by the way he's always looking at your ass," Terri remarked. Jerome just kept quiet. It didn't take a brain surgeon to know Terri wore the pants in the family. I could see that Mel was a bit embarrassed over the whole situation. I thought I'd lighten things up. I mentioned to Terri and Jerome to go put on their swimsuits while I took a case of booze down to the creek. I had a built-in grill near the creek, where we could cook some steaks. I had gone to the store the day before and picked up some potato salad and munchies to go along with the steaks. Everyone came down to the creek and we were having a great time. When we went into the water I had Mel on my shoulders and Terri was on Jerome's. It was fun to watch them try to knock the other off. Later we switched, and I had Terri on mine. I could feel her pussy against my neck, and by the look in Jerome's eyes, I knew he was equally aware of Mel's pussy against his. We all had a lot to drink. Jerome smoked some weed. Neither the girls or I were interested in it, but we did our share of drinking. The steaks helped sober us up a little. It was getting toward evening when Terri asked if we could have a little fire. Before long we were all lying on blankets keeping warm by the fire and were talking about our lives. It was then that Terri told Jerome that I was wealthy and that it was my brother's cycle business that we worked at. Jerome was surprised I worked as a mechanic. "I assumed you were part owner the business." "I just like working with my hands. The job gives me a reason to get up," I explained. "When Mel told me you gave her the money, it was hard for me to believe it. But remembering how you always helped people out, whether it was to protect us girls by knocking some guy on his ass or giving us a few bucks when we forgot our lunch money, then it made more sense," said Terri. Jerome spoke, "No wonder you could give Mel that kind of money. I wondered how you could give that kind of money away on our wages. Don't get me wrong, your brother pays us well but to give money away, I had to wonder where it came from." "Jerome, just so you know, I don't do drugs or sell them. I despise people who sell them to kids. When they become an adult they choose their life." "Sorry, Jeff, I didn't mean anything by it. I just wondered how you could afford a place like this and have a top line Harley. I'm sorry if I said something out of place." "Ok, as long as we are straight on that issue. Anyone for another drink?" I asked. "Terri, I don't want you to be offended but I'll make you the same offer I made Mel. Have sex here with me tonight and I'll give you fifteen thousand dollars to help you out." Jerome glared at me but didn't say anything. Terri seemed to be in a state of shock. Mel looked as if she didn't know what to think either. Then I took her aside and asked her if she would be willing to fuck Jerome if Terri said yes. "God, Jeff, this is just getting to be too much for me. I cheated on my husband with you, and now you're asking me to fuck a black man and my best friend's husband?" "He wants in your pants, we all know that. I wouldn't mind getting a taste of Terri. I'll owe you a favor if you do this." We walked over to where Jerome and Terri were talking and arguing too. "Jeff, if I agree to have sex with you it can only be one time. I will never cheat on Jerome. Tonight he will be aware of it and knowing I'm doing it to help us with our debt," explained Terri. "Terri, we're all supposed to be having a good time here, not making everyone nervous. Do you have a problem with Jerome being with Me? I promise it will only be this one time. It doesn't seem right that Jerome should have to watch you being fucked by Jeff. To be honest with you, I've wondered if black men were any different," said Mel. Jerome seemed a little happier after he heard he could possibly have sex with Mel. Something he wanted for years and he could do it with his wife's permission. "To tell the truth, I've never been with a white man either. I guess we'll both hit new territory. We need a pact that it will only ever be this one time, and no one outside this group will ever know," said Terri. Mel got up and headed for the house. "Jerome, you better go with her unless you want to see me doing your wife." I laughed and Terri hit me on the arm. "One more thing, Jerome. Mel is my friend, not just some slut bunny. You treat her good. Do you understand?" replied Terri. "Yeah, no problem, Terri. You know I love you, babe, don't you? This is only a one time thing for both of us," replied Jerome. Jerome ran to catch up with Mel. I moved over onto the blanket with Terri. She was staring at me. "I don't know why I'm doing this," said Terri. "For the money," I replied. "Not really. Don't get me wrong. We really can use the money, but I wouldn't fuck anyone else for that amount of money. Maybe it's because I know that Jerome fucks bimbos. Maybe there's just something about you that makes me wonder how you could convince Mel to have sex with you." "She did it for the money, she really did." "Yes, she did the first time but she's come back twice for more. She loves Bill, I know that. So there must be something about you that she would take the chance to come back for seconds and even thirds. I've known Mel my whole life and could count on one hand the men she's had sex with. You're the only one since she's been married." "What about you, Terri. Any lovers besides Jerome?" "Only before we were married none since we tied the knot. You're my first and last white man. I sure hope you're good," Terri said and laughed. I leaned over and kissed her lightly at first. I started on her ears and worked my way down to her neck. By then, I had her tits loosed from her top. Her nipples were brown and hard. I started sucking on them, she was loving it. I went from one tit to the other. I moved down to her flat tummy and began kissing and licking it. Damn, she tasted good. I sat up and slid off her bikini bottoms. She had a tuft of hair over her mound. I buried my face in it and began to finger fuck her at the same time. She spread her legs farther apart as I fingered her harder. My fingers were getting wet, and her moans were getting louder. "Are you going to fuck me now, Jeff?" she asked. "Not yet, baby. Not till I've tasted this fine piece of chocolate." I removed my fingers and replaced them with my tongue and mouth. I could taste her hot juices as I licked up and down her slit. I tongued her pussy as I rubbed her nub with my thumb. She kept moving her ass all over the place, pushing her pussy up against my face. "Christ Jeff, I'm going to have to pee. Oh god, I don't know if I can hold it." I backed my face away but started fingering her again. "Let it out, Terri. No one needs to know. Just let it all go." She screamed out and started pissing. I didn't move my hand but fingered her all the faster. She was peeing and having an orgasm at the same time. When she came down from her orgasm I removed my fingers and grabbed a towel and wiped off my hand and started drying her pussy with it. "I'm sorry Jeff, that has never happened to me before. I didn't mean to pee all over your hand." "That was what I was hoping for. I want you to enjoy our fuck time together. Now I need you to do a little sucking on my cock. Do you have a problem giving head?" "I'm not the best but I'm willing to try. Jerome never lasts long enough for prolonged foreplay." After removing my shorts she took my cock in her mouth. "Just suck the head, Terri. Lick around the knob. That's it . . . suck it some more, baby!" She was doing great licking and sucking my sac and cock. She was really into it. "Am I doing good?" "Fantastic, baby!" I replied. I then had her lie back down as I slowly pushed the head of my cock into her pussy. "Oh fuck, that feels so good! Fuck me, honey. Give me that big white cock!" I couldn't believe how hot she was talking. Maybe it was because it was sex with her first white guy, or maybe because her husband knew about it and didn't stop it from happening. No matter what the reason, she was one hot woman. I pulled my cock out and asked her to turn over. As I slipped my cock back into her pussy, I could hear her moaning. She was loving it. I slipped my finger into her ass and started finger fucking her. "What are you doing? You can't have my ass." "Doesn't the finger fucking your ass feel good? I keep getting your hot juices off your pussy and rubbing it on your ass to keep it moist." "Yes it does feel good but your cock is so much thicker and it would hurt. Besides, I like your cock in my pussy. Oh fuck! I'm going to come again. Oh Christ, it feels so fucking good. Fuck me harder!" She was coming, and I pumped faster and faster. I was fingering her asshole just as fast. She started screaming out. I was hoping her husband didn't hear her from inside the cabin. I hadn't come yet but I was very close. As she came down off her orgasm I pulled my finger out of her ass and my cock out of her pussy and started rubbing my cock against her ass crack. "Oh god, please don't, it will hurt too much. If Jerome finds out I gave you my ass he'd get really pissed." "No one is going to tell him. Do you trust me not to hurt you?" "Yes, but I'm a bit scared." "Just relax your ass muscles. Believe me, you'll like the feeling." I pushed my cock head into her ass. "Oh god, I feel it. It feels so big. Please be gentle." "Oh shit! Get ready. I'm about to shoot my load into your ass." As I started to cum, I knew it was going to be a hell of a load. Terri started with the sounds again. "Oh fuck, I feel it Jeff, I feel your hot cum hitting the walls of my ass. It feels so good. Push some more of your cock in me. I can take it, I want to feel more." I buried half my cock in her ass until I finished coming. I pulled out of her ass and she rolled over onto her back. I gently rubbed her tits while we laid there. I then lowered my hand down to her pussy and gently finger fucked her. "Jeff, no man has ever made me feel the way you did. You have got to be the best lover I've ever had. I wish I could fuck you every day. You make me feel like a real woman. Now I see why Mel came back for seconds. I can't ever be with you again. I know Jerome's an asshole sometimes, but he is my husband and I love him." I slipped my fingers out of her pussy and sucked them. Then I slipped two of them into her mouth. She sucked them. "Jeff, promise me you'll never tell Jerome how I was with you. I don't want to hurt him." It was easy to tell she was feeling a few regrets. "No problem, Terri. It will always be our little secret. You are one fine fucking piece of hot chocolate. Now we better go in the creek so you can rinse my cum out of your beautiful black ass." After returning to the cabin we all had our bathing suits on. I suggested a late night swim before we retired for the night. I thought it best if Terri and Jerome were together and Mel was with me. In bed that night I made love to Mel. I really cared for her, and I wanted her to remember our last time together. The only thing she said about Jerome was that he was good but she would never sleep with him again. Mel was one of those special women to me so I took my time with her and sucked her tits, ate her pussy to orgasm, and then we enjoyed a long, slow fuck. She was one woman I would really miss. The following morning we ate breakfast before getting ready to leave. I was waiting for Jerome to ask about the fifteen thousand dollars. For some reason I don't think they expected it. Terri, this is for you." I gave her a check for thirty thousand dollars. "What? I don't believe this. Why are you doing this?" "Jerome and you are my friends. Friends help friends. I would have given you the help sooner if I would have known you needed it. I believe Jerome is just too proud to ask for help. It's not a loan. It's a gift from one friend to another. Get the kids braces and get a reliable vehicle. I'm tired of Jerome asking to leave work to go start your car." I was smiling at Terri. We all got a laugh from that. Jerome gave me a hug and thanked me. Terri added a kiss as well. They were good people trying to do their best. I just gave them a few bucks to help. We all hopped on our bikes and left. Jerome and Terri went home and I took Mel back to her car at the café. "Anything I can do for you Mel?' I asked. "No, you've done more than enough. I'll really miss you but we both know we can't go on like this. I'm beginning to fall for you and I can't allow that to happen." We kissed goodbye for the last time. Truth be known, I think I could have falling for her as well. I knew I couldn't let that happen. I was bad news and I knew it. * End of Chapter 4, Chapter five The final chapter will hopefully be posted tomorrow. Comments are welcome and appreciated. DG Hear My Way Ch. 05 You may want to read the previous chapters first to better understand this story. This is the final chapter to this story. Thank you to those who stayed with me through all five chapters. Hope it was worth your time. Again I want to thank Mistress Lynn for editing this very difficult story. * "Moose, did you see or talk to Jerome, Mel or Terri after that day?" I asked. "I saw Jerome at work, but we never talked about me fucking Terri. He thanked me for the money many times and told me about his kids and their braces. He also mentions that Terri now had a decent vehicle. "Something else I noticed was that he no longer went out with other women. A couple times he rode by the shop with Terri on his bike, but I guess he didn't want to lose a good woman. And I can tell you from experience, that Terri was damn fine chocolate." "What about Mel? Ever see her again?" "No, but I did get a call from her one day shortly after our last time together. She said the owner of the café where we met had called her at home. He figured out she was cheating on her husband and said if she wouldn't put out for him he felt obligated to talk to her husband. She was worried sick and asked me what she should do. I told her to forget about it and I would talk with the gentleman so she wouldn't be hearing from him again." "Did you talk with him?" I asked. "Yeah, the same way I talked to the other assholes. I went to the café in my truck at closing. When he saw me in the parking lot he asked me what the fuck I wanted. When I asked him if it was him who was trying to blackmail Mel, he said he figured if she could put out for me, she could fuck him. Then he pulled a gun on me. Pulling a handgun at short range is useless. I backhanded him and made sure he knew I was there as a reminder he couldn't mess with people before I broke his neck. "That night I called Mel and told her she wouldn't be bothered by the asshole again. Just so you know, he's number twenty-two on your list. Now I want to tell you the truth about Marsha and her lover and my story will be over. Plus I'll give you the rest of the information you asked for." "Thanks, Moose. I wouldn't be in a rush for the information but the AG is after me," I said, shrugging my shoulders and looking toward the cameras. "It's all right, Joe. I understand. After Mel and Terri, I felt like I completed my assignment to fuck Marsha's friends. I began to drink more and got down in the dumps. I even told Marsha her number could come up any time. I hated what she did to me and never forgave her, but I could never kill her. Hell, I even bought an insurance policy off some broad and made Marsha the beneficiary. Of course, I laid the agent too. "I thought about ending my own life since I didn't care anymore. My daughters were growing up and all my affairs were in order. All I wanted to do was leave this hell-hole of a world. I figured one day my luck would run out and I would end up in prison for the crimes I committed. I realized the insurance policy wouldn't pay if I took my own life so I figured I would let someone else do it for me. That was when I got the idea of having Marsha do it. I had threatened her years before and I knew she kept the gun in the nightstand." "People move things or get rid of them, Moose." I had to make my point even before I knew what he planned to do. "I was still pretty sure Marsha had the gun still. Remember she pulled it on that one guy. I was fairly sure she would still have it. "I was drunk the day I broke into her house. I didn't expect anyone to be there. The guy jumped up when he saw me and I reacted on impulse. As he came at me, I broke his neck. Marsha was screaming. I could have killed her ten times by the time she got the gun out of the nightstand. She pointed it at me but wouldn't shoot the damn thing. I finally got on the bed and put my hand around her throat to scare her into thinking I would choke her. To be honest, snapping her neck would have only taken a second. Instead, I kept applying pressure till she finally decided to pull the trigger. "She shot me three times before I let go of her. The next thing I remember was waking up in the hospital with guards inside and outside of my room. I didn't die as I hoped would happen. I ended up going to prison. All I wanted was for it to be over, so I pleaded guilty because I really did kill the asshole. He was unlucky. Wrong place at the wrong time. From there I figure you know the rest of the story. I've been here over two years waiting to die. When I decided to tell my story, I asked for you." "I appreciate it, Moose. I'm still shocked at some of what you told me though." So much of his story seemed as if someone else committed the crimes. The Moose I knew back in high school wouldn't have killed anyone, I knew that for sure. Moose asked if I found the wallets and other IDs. I explained they were right where he told me to look. Of course, I had them for a couple weeks already, even though I never told the AG or Mike. The following day, I turned the IDs over to the Attorney General. I had already made copies for future reference. Then I went to see Moose. **** "Moose, I turned the ID's over to the Attorney General and he made photo copies to show you." The guard came in and passed a set to Moose along with the ledger copies he asked for. He looked at them for a few minutes and put them in some kind of order. "Okay, Joe, half the bodies are buried in the pet cemetery." "They dug up some of the graves and all they found were animal's remains," I replied. "The stupid fucks! It's because they didn't know where to look or how far to dig. I had a small backhoe. I dug a hole at least six feet deep and put the body in the hole covered by an old tarp. I threw more dirt on it and then later buried a small animal about two to three feet deep. Once they found animal remains they stopped digging. Only problem now is did they put things back the way they found them? On each ID is written a name or number corresponding with the name of the marker on the pet. "For example, on the Bryant ID I wrote 'Fluffy'. It means he is buried under Fluffy, a pet dog. On Joe Morris's ID is written 'Tiger'. You'll find his remains under Tiger, a cat. The ones marked unk-1 is an unknown pet. That person will be buried under him." "If the diggers messed up the plots you'll have a much harder time determining who is who." "What about the rest of the bodies. Where are they buried?" "The ones marked CKB-1 through CKB-11 are buried at the creek bed. There is a line of pine trees, maybe twenty of them there. Starting on the left is CKB-1. Match up the IDs to the trees. You'll need to go down about five feet. Well Joe, that's about it. I don't know if I'll be seeing you again. Take care and don't forget everything we talked about. I really want that story written." I left the prison and headed to the state house to give the information to the Attorney General. I asked if I might be able to see Moose one more time if the information checked out. "You did good, Mr. Ritter. If all this checks out, I don't see why not." It was two weeks later when I got a call from Mike. "Every bit of information you got from Jeff Daniels was accurate. The Attorney General and I owe you a debt of gratitude." "Will I be able to see Jeff one more time?" I asked. "Yes, you can. You can be the one to tell him we will be prosecuting him on all his crimes. For him, it will be a stay of execution. God knows how long he'll sit on death row even though his ultimate fate has already been determined." I told Julie about it when I got home. How they planned on trying Moose on all these counts of murder just to make themselves look good. "What a waste of taxpayer money. Why can't they just execute him and get it over with?" said Julie. "Power hungry bastards are what they are. I'm going to go see Moose one last time." **** Moose smiled at me as I walked in. It was hard for me to smile back. "Moose, the AG said he plans to file charges on all these counts of murder. The procedure could drag out for quite some time. I'm sorry, but he also said I would be forced to testify." Moose just grinned at me. "Stupid asses! I'm already going to be put to death. What the fuck do they want? More name recognition and pats on the back for doing jack shit. Don't worry Joe, you won't have to testify." "You don't understand. I don't have a choice. They are going to prosecute you for these criminal acts, and they have all the proof you gave them on a silver platter." He just smiled again. Now I had to wonder what he was up to. When the prison officials found out what Moose had said, they put him on a suicide watch. Hell, he didn't have anything left, so what could they possibly take away? He told me to go see his attorney who had some papers for me to sign, giving me the sole rights to his story. "I guess I'll see you in court," I stated sadly. He just looked down at the floor. It was the last time they allowed me to see him. **** I went to see his attorney, Mr. Harold Zimmerman. I was surprised when I read on his office door that he was a tax planner and investment attorney. That made me wonder why Moose had an investment lawyer represent him in a criminal suit. It didn't make sense. Maybe he had a different lawyer for the murder trial, but I was almost sure his trial lawyer had been Harold Zimmerman. I entered his office and his secretary said he would be right with me. The firm was quite large and Harold was one of the many partners. He came over to me and gave me a solid handshake. "Glad you could make it, Mr. Ritter. I have some papers for you to sign." "Please, just call me Joe." "And you can call me Harold. I've always liked dealing with people on a first name basis. It's a lot more comfortable." He pulled out a file with a lot of legal documents in it. "If you like, you can have your attorney look these over. They give you the sole rights and privileges to write the story of Jeff's life. He even allowed you the freedom to write whatever you want. The only exclusion is that you aren't to mention the names of any of his personal contacts. I think you know what I mean." "Yes, Jeff and I discussed it at length. He stated I could substitute names as long as people wouldn't know who they really are." I glanced through the file. "I don't see any reason to have another attorney see this. It seems pretty straightforward and to the point." "You can go to any publisher you choose, but Jeff did add one request." He handed me a envelope with a check for fifty thousand dollars and another sealed envelope inside. "Joe, the check is from Jeff for writing his story. It's completely separate from anything you get from a publisher. The money was his way of saying thanks. The sealed envelope is a favor he's asking of you." "What kind of favor?" "It's in the envelope. Don't worry, it's nothing illegal. Well, I guess that covers most everything. If you have any questions, feel free to call me any time." "Harold, I know it's none of my business, but why did Jeff ask a tax attorney to handle his criminal case?" Harold smiled and waited a few seconds before answering. "Jeff was guilty and he knew it. He just wanted it over as quickly as possible. He pleaded guilty and wanted to make sure that, whoever his attorney was, he could get rid of all the appeals quickly. "I had many discussions with Jeff and consulted with our criminal attorneys during the entire trial. There are so many groups out there who are against capital punishment and would file numerous appeals, which holds up the final process of putting Jeff to death. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life in a prison. Some appeals last ten years or even longer. We did our best to reduce that time to two years. You've talked to him. You know his story. He tried to end his life but ended up living and standing trial." "But, why you? I don't mean it to be disrespectful, but did you know him before the trial." "Jeff and I served in the armed forces together. He was a great friend and saved my life more than once. After I was discharged, I finished taking my courses to become a tax planner attorney. Jeff hired me to handle all his affairs. Believe me, he was worth millions." "Was?" I asked. "He had most all his funds transferred to his daughters, except what he put aside for his defense, debts and other obligations. You were given money out of that fund. Jeff is now broke. His daughters received some money, but their inheritance will come after his death. Needless to say, it has all been postponed. By the way, his daughters are not aware of it. Please leave it that way. I will be notifying them after Jeff is put to rest." "So, you were in the service with him. Can you tell me anything about it?" "Look, the service is in my past and I want to leave it that way. It's not something I discuss with anyone. Jeff was and still is my friend, and I would do anything he asks of me. No, I don't want to see him die but it was his choice. I'm sorry, but that's all I'm going to say about our past. If Jeff wanted you to know more, he would have told you so himself." "I'm sorry for prying, but it's like there's the Jeff I knew before and then this new Jeff with secrets. They told me I wouldn't be able to talk to him again. I guess you know they're making me a witness against him. I'm not doing it by choice." "I know that and so does Jeff. He holds no grudges against you. Just make sure his story gets told." With that said I left the office. When I got home Julie asked me how it went. "I got full and exclusive rights to Jeff's story. They also gave me a check for fifty thousand dollars." "My god, I can't believe it." "Yes, although I would write his story even without that check. I just wish I knew more about his service career. I know most everything about the missing people and the murders, but there's also a very personal side to Jeff I would like to tell a little about." "Joe, what's this other envelope?" "I haven't opened it yet. Harold, his attorney, said it was a request from Jeff. A favor he wants me to do for him." "Aren't you going to open it?" I opened the envelope and read the contents out loud. Thanks for taking the time to hear my story, Joe. As one last favor I would like you to call this number—(555)333-1212. You'll get an answering machine. All you have to say is you're calling on behalf Jeff Daniels and that it's over. Thanks for everything. Your old friend, Moose "What does it mean? Are you going to do it?" "I have no idea what it means. Harold told me it wasn't illegal. I see no reason not to do it." I dialed the phone and got an anonymous message. After the beep, I followed what the paper said to do. "I'm calling on behalf of Jeff Daniels. He wanted me to leave this message stating it's over." I hung up the phone and looked over at Julie, not having any idea what the call was about. I saved the letter with the number on it with the idea that someday I might try to find out whose number it was. **** During the day I wrote my standard daily articles for the papers. I spent my evenings working on Jeff's story. I tried making an outline of all the different conversations we had. He was one complex individual. I got a call from Mike at the Attorney General's office. He said that on the following Monday they were having a pretrial at the courthouse for the twenty-three counts of murder against Jeff. They were taking Jeff to the courthouse two hours early because of all the publicity. They wanted to make sure he was secured in a cell before the pretrial began. He mentioned there would be tight security near and in the courthouse. I also received a call from Harold, Jeff's attorney. He repeated what Mike had said and also told me Jeff didn't want his daughters in court under any circumstances. I figured he felt they suffered enough. He always tried to protect them, even though they didn't know it. Word of the trial must have gotten out, because when I arrived at the courthouse there were crowds of people being held back by barricades. Most of the people were holding signs, calling Jeff a murderer among other things. They must have had half the police force out on security. Because I was testifying as a witness, I was able to park in the parking garage across from the courthouse. No one but the security team came within a couple hundred feet of the courthouse steps. A number of police cars pulled up to the steps of the courthouse. There were two vehicles, then a van, and then two more vehicles. Security guards got out of four of the vehicles and looked around. The van door opened, and two more officers got out, and then I saw Moose get out. He had on leg irons and hand cuffs. Two more security officers got out of the van. I thought the security was a little much for Moose. I guess the big shots wanted him to look even more dangerous than he was. But through it all, when there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out I faced it all and I stood tall And did it my way There were six uniformed officers surrounding Moose as he slowly walked up the steps of the courthouse. Many other security officers stood stationary in front of the courthouse steps. Moose stood tall among the officers. When he arrived on the top step, a shot rang out. There was screaming and shouting and all the officers had their guns drawn. It was then I noticed Moose had fallen to the ground. A sniper would have somehow had to have been able to shoot past all the officers and I wondered if he had been hit and just crouched at the sound of shooting. Who could even be able to hit a target that far away? People were running everywhere. The police were trying to control the crowds and at the same time trying to figure where the shot came from. A few minutes later, Harold came up to me. "Someone shot at Jeff, didn't they? I was coming out of the parking garage when I heard the shot and saw all the commotion. Did you see anything?" "Just Jeff going up the stairs, hearing the gunshot, and then seeing him fall to the ground. I don't know if he's dead or alive." "Come with me. Because I'm his lawyer, they have to let me see him." Harold showed his pass and the police let us through. Another car arrived, as well as an ambulance, while we were making our way up the stairs. It was the Attorney General and Mike Keffer. "What the hell happened?" the Attorney General asked a security officer. "Jeff Daniels was fatally shot through the back of the head," said the lead officer. "How could you let this happen?" said the AG. "Sir, we had him totally surrounded. To make a shot like that would almost be impossible. We did everything we could to protect him." "I want you to find that sniper," said the AG. "We're working on it, Sir. We figure the shot may have come from that parking garage across the street but I can't believe anyone could be accurate from that distance." We managed to see Jeff for a few seconds. His face was nearly blown off. Harold had tears in his eyes as we walked away. The AG said he wanted to talk to us before we left. "I'm letting you know that all the charges are still filed. We want all these cases closed. We have all the evidence we need, including Jeff's personal statement that he committed those horrendous acts." "That's fine," said Harold. "Jeff gave me a form stating it was all true. He had no estate money left. He was going out in life the way he came into it. He had nothing." "Well, Mr. Ritter, I guess your services are no longer needed. You are formally taken off the payroll as of right now. Thank you for your assistance in the closing of the cases." My Way Ch. 05 It was his way of telling me to go fuck myself, the self-righteous bastard. Damn, I hated politicians. As Harold and I left the office. He told me that the body would be released in a couple of days after they do an autopsy. How fucking stupid. The man doesn't have a face. I could save them money and tell them the cause of death. Some of the stupidest things really piss me off. Harold called me the next day and told me there would be a private graveside service for Jeff a few days later and wanted to know whether I would like to attend. I told him yes. With my loving Julie on my arm, we attended the service. Harold, Christy, and Cheryl were there as well as his brother Ray and a few other family members. It was a closed casket service, and there were a few police officers there to turn away anyone not invited. I was surprised to see Jeff's ex-wife Marsha show up. I thought what a fucked up situation it all was. Moose might have been a serial killer, but there were people who were crying because he was gone. I was one of them. How did his life ever arrive at such a point? That was something we would never know. After the service, Harold asked the daughters as well as Marsha if they would meet him at his office. He mentioned I wasn't in the will, although I might need some of the information for my book, so I could attend if I chose to. At the office, Harold explained to the daughters about their inheritance. They were totally taken aback to find out their father had left them nearly two million dollars each. "Why am I here?" asked Marsha. "Marsha, Jeff hated what you did to him. But deep in his heart, I believe he still loved you. About six months before he killed your lover and attacked you, he bought an insurance policy for a million dollars. He made you the beneficiary." "What? I don't understand. Why would he do such a thing?" "He dated a woman who was selling insurance. He wanted to help her out, so he purchased this policy. I think I've explained why he made you the beneficiary." Marsha broke down and started crying. Even my Julie was crying. I guess women are like that. Later, Harold told me that the insurance company was one of the groups that kept the appeal process open on Jeff while they fought to nullify his policy. They lost. For some strange reason, Moose's death brought Julie and me closer together. We realized how fragile life really was and decided to make the best of it. A week after the funeral I got a call from Cheryl. She said she had all the stuff in her father's chest if I would like to look through it, but she wanted it returned after I finished. The chest contained a lot of personal information that Moose kept. He had pictures of the girls growing up. I guess his father had sent them to him. The girls were in his life, but they never knew it. How sad. I came across some papers that had the actual names of some of his brothers in combat on them. There were even pictures. I stared at the one that was of Moose and Harold Zimmerman in it. On the back were two words: Snipe and Snap. Then it struck me. Harold Zimmerman was the one person capable of shooting Moose from such a distance. He also made a point of telling me there was nothing he wouldn't do for Moose. Could he have put him out of his misery? I questioned why Harold gave me that phone number to call. I thought after the shooting it was all right for someone to finish the job and kill Moose. Now I wondered if it was to make me part of the plan somehow. Harold could have called that number himself. Did it implicate me in any way at all? Of course, that was all conjecture on my part, but it also made sense. Harold was Moose's best friend, and he came out of the parking garage minutes after the shooting. He handled all of Moose's personal affairs. Plus Moose had promised me during the interviews that I wouldn't have to testify. I thought about telling the attorney general about my hunch. The papers said the police still had no suspects In the shooting death of Moose. But I kept thinking about how Moose always took care of things his way. He hadn't relied on others to take care of what he saw as injustice and wrong-doings. Everything I discovered about him showed the man left nothing to chance—not even his death. No, Moose died his way. I would tell his story, but it too would be his way. For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels The record shows I took the blows And did it my way! Yes, it was my way. * I hope you enjoyed reading this story. Comments are welcome and appreciated. DG Hear My way or His way? I wrote this some time ago...still a good story I can hear You behind me...feel Your eyes burning trails on my body. My hands are tied together and wrenched up over my head. You are good to me; they aren't too high, not too tight. Even though my body belongs to You, You care about my comfort & my pain...until it comes time for my punishment. But You want me comfortable so I can at least endure the length of the discipline You have planned. You have toyed with me for too long now. I've taken advantage of your kindness, I've been sassy and egotistical...even Your previous punishments haven't deterred my crazy behavior...until now. This position was fun last time, even with my legs tied apart, my feet precariously balanced on my heels. You had fucked me so thoroughly that night. I was sore for days, but that was soreness from pleasure. As the first tears stream down my cheeks, tonight I know that this session with You will be different than ever before. My brazen and impudent behavior has brought us to this place. What was I thinking making demands of my Master? Who did I think I was to ask, push and insist so much? I know You always, always take care of me and keep me happy. Tonight my bare feet are on the cold concrete. The stinging slash of leather slapping across my ass brings my thoughts back to the present. I cry out and dance around in my bindings. I can hear You moving around me; feel the heat of Your body in front of me. I open my eyes and see Your beautiful brown eyes smirking at me. Your hand grasps my face in a tight hold; Your mouth is near my ear "You are my Pet?" I can only nod, barely whisper "Yes". Your grip tightens and your other hand jerks my hair back "You will address me as Master tonight Slut...you my slave, will call me Master." Your breath is hot against my cheek and I feel Your thumb brush my tears. "Yes Master." You clamp down my nipples in a ruthless way. Tonight there is no concern for how tight it may be. My thoughts scamper across the fact that I never gave you a safe word. You told me to pick one...You told me to do it. I said I didn't need one with You, I trusted you. But at that point in time I hadn't drawn out Your anger the way I have now. Even though I'm fearful I trust You now. You know my body better than I know it myself. You can read my mind, hear my soul...I trust you. The trickle of hot wax across my breast is painful. I only whimper. I know I deserve this punishment. "Will you make demands of me again Slut?" You are behind me now. "No, no Master I won't, I am so sorry." You reach around from behind me and tug on the chain that runs between the nipple clamps. "You, my little slave, are ALWAYS sorry!" I cry out in pain again. You grip my hips tightly in your powerful hands. I can feel Your magnificently hard cock rub against my ass. There will be no pleasure tonight, no gentle preparation, no talking me through the pain. I threw out all of that benevolence with my impertinent mouth. "You want me to fuck your pussy don't you Slut?" I nod "Oh yes Master please, please fuck my pussy." You push me away. "Please Sir, I am so so very sorry." My pleas are met with another crack of leather against my ass. "Master!...is even that simple order too difficult for you my Slave?" How could I have slipped up so soon? "No Master." I feel the crop sliding across my ass, gently tracing circles. "Let's see if you can spell Master maybe that will help you to remember?" I nod again, eager to please You "Yes Master M-A- S." Your hand clamps over my mouth cruelly. "I will tell you when to begin my Slut...a swat with each letter should do the trick, huh my sassy little whore....begin." I stammer out "M-A-S-T-E-R." a stinging swat from Your crop accompanying each letter. Damn that hurt. My ass must be glowing red. But even that pain doesnt come close to the pain of disappointing Him. The tears are spilling across my cheeks now. My pussy is wet though, even through the pain, just being in Your presence turns me on and starts the wetness flowing like water. As if You can read my mind You run Your hand over my pussy. You chuckle "How wet you are my Slut...this pussy wants to be fucked doesn't it?" "Please Master please have me." You shove Your fingers in my mouth and I suck them clean. "Oh I WILL have you...you had better believe I will HAVE you. I will have you so extensively and so violently that you will never even consider sassing me again!" Every other word punctuated by a jerk of my hair. "Yes Master" I meekly respond. I can feel oil running down from the nape of my neck across the small of my back into the crack of my ass. Your hand reaches around me and pinches my clit mercilessly. Your fingers are slick with oil and slide over my pussy. Teasing in and out, taunting my orgasm. "YOU WILL NOT CUM ...I hope you have some semblance of control tonight Baby because I don't think you want to disappoint me again, do you?" I am biting my lip, reciting the alphabet in my head trying not to think of the pleasures your hands bring me. "Do you?" Your fingers shove up deep in my cunt. "No Master, I don't want to disappoint You." I feel Your cock push up to my ass. I breathe deep, try to relax, I so want to please You. You push further and further up inside of me. My legs tremble and I feel light headed. Your groan of pleasure gives me strength to endure more. You set a slow pace and my body responds to You. The alphabet blurs in my mind as I try to concentrate on not cumming. Your pace increases and the grip of Your hands on my hips is almost unbearable. Just when I think there is no way that I can keep from cumming You growl out my name as You cum violently in my ass. Your final jerks on my hips cause me to cry out. The pain was so sharp and yet so is the pleasure. With no warning, You jerk free of my body and slaps my ass hard with Your hand. "That was fine my Pet...a very nice start to the evening of you learning your place....and don't think I didn't notice that you just came." I shudder but smirk as well. You see even though I got a punishment I still got what I demanded of Him. My Way Or The Highway Dear Dr. Jocelyn, Perhaps you can help me. For the first time in my life, I am in a situation, where I feel helpless. I thought some proffesional help might be in order. My name is Candace, and I live in Chicago. I was recruited here out of college, and I work for one of the largest advertising agencies in the Midwest. Although I'm just 25 years old, I've managed to make quite a name for myself in my firm, and I guess that is where my problem begins. You see, I have a colleague, Michael; who is the reason I have made the advances I have. It is not what you would think, he is not my supervisor, but my equal in terms of position. Maybe I better explain from the start... I first visited the firm about a year and a half ago. During my visit I impressed one of the managers with some work I had done, while at NYU. He went as far, as to take me in to a staff meeting, and proceeded to introduce me to ad folks currently working on staff. They all nodded and smiled, and said they looked forward to hopefully working with me. The last, a handsome dark haired guy, looked in my direction and grumbled a hey, and went back to work, sketching something on a pad. "That is Mike, he is our star; albeit a bit moody." Mr. Jones continued "He came here from California, and tends to have his own way of doing things: I sat through the meeting and liked most of what I seen. The management style seemed to be rather loose, and the employees were given free range to debate, make changes and generally run their own ship. I was very opinionated, and thought I could offer something consistent with what they currently had. Mr. Jones felt the same, and I was to start work as soon as I could get my affairs in order, back in New York. The first few months were a whirlwind. I was making steady progress. The bosses loved me. And more importantly I was getting very comfortable in Chicago. My apartment was fantastic, I bought a new car, and I started dating a guy I had met back at NYU who also landed a job in town. My family and friends would come visit, and were very proud and impressed by my lifestyle. The nights of studying, and the endless pursuit of excellence was now paying off. The independent woman that I had strived to be, was a reality. Even the other ad writers were starting to come to me, to bounce ideas off me. All except Michael, he kept a distance, and seemed to view me with an arrogant skepticism. That changed when we were thrown together to work on a project. Actually, it was four of us. Kelly, who was a helluva graphic artist. RJ, a guy with a biting sense of humor to write the copy, and Michael and myself, the creative combo. It was a huge account, a high tech firm in Dallas, and an important piece of business for the agency. And more importantly, the chance for the four of us to do something big. The first days were tough. We had to come up with some print and television ads. We met with the client in Texas, and tried to hammer out ideas on the plane, on the way back. Things got tense, especially with Michael and I. Although we hadn't spoke much in the past, when we did it was usually in disagreement over how a certain client should be approached, or what sort of ad the firm should run. This time, the arguments were a bit more heated. I would claim that his vision was limited in his writing. He would say that I was too knee jerk and cold in my thought process. Michael seemed to treat people just about everyone the same, men and women, black and white, young or old. But with me there seemed to be a slight tension. Then one day, things changed considerably. The managers were concerned about the account, and wanted a full meeting to discuss where we were in the process. "So guys, what do you have?" said Mr. Jones, the man who had initally hired me. "Well this is the direction I think we should go in" Michael burst out, taking the lead as usual, and explaining what HE thought was good for the group. Mr. Jones looked, with RJ and Kelly nodding their head occasionally, and looked at me a few times as well. "Candace, you seem to want to add something, what do you think?" Jones asked. "Well Mike makes some good points, but where he's wrong...." and I went on to explain some things that I felt as well. I looked at Michael. He looked beet red. And he looked at me when I was done, and his eyes spoke of his anger. What the hell was the guy mad at me for? I was a grown woman and I was going to tell my opinion. After all, I found out he had only been with the firm eight months longer than had. How dare he get an attitude with me. Where I come from you say what you believe in. "She is wrong in regard to planning, let me explain." Mike said as he went on. The asshole couldn't even use my name, just referring to me as "she" and "her". He went on. And on. And before I knew it a debate was raging between the two of us. Mr. Jones and the other nodded their heads in affirmation. I would make a point, he would interrupt, Mike would say something, and I would interrupt him. I called one of his ideas juvenile, he would fume back that I was short sighted. It got very intense, and the execs only egged it on more. They liked the creative tension we had. By the time the meeting was over, Mr. Jones commented on how much progress we had made that afternoon. RJ and Kelly agreed with management that we had made a weeks worth of progress in one afternoon. The weird thing is, I was pissed, and Mike was still red with anger. Shit! I thought to myself, if was 5:30 and I still had to finish writing a series of emails to Dallas, to update them on our ideas. Back at my office I called my boyfriend to tell him I couldn't make it to dinner that night. To just go ahead, and I would catch him that Friday night when we both were free. Being the considerate guy he is, he reminded me of the theater tickets he bought, and would how a show would help take the stress away from a long week. I told him how sweet he was, and why he was so special to me. I started to make my way from my office to the breakroom. It was going to be a long night, and I needed some coffee to get me through it. Everyone had gone home, and I looked out the conference room window as I passed by, the darkness had already set in on that February night. Winter was not over, I had a productive, but shitty meeting, and now I had to stay late. What a crummy day. I just lingered on, till I heard something. "Cunt" I heard in a garbled manner. I had just passed Michael's office. Did I hear what I thought I heard? I turned around. The door was cracked and a dim light was shimmering from it. I went and opened it. "What the fuck did you just say?" I demanded as I stuck my head in. He looked at me with a smug sense of satisfaction. His tie was loosened as he sat in the big leather chair stationed behind his desk. "What did you just day?" I repeated. "You have such a fucking attitude" he said, standing up. You disagree with me just to disagree with me" he claimed. I was pissed. This asshole had just called me a cunt, a cunt of all things! And now he was going to criticize me? I pushed my way in his office and slammed to door behind me, seemingly shaking the entire floor as I did. "I asked you what you called me motherfucker" I said as I got his face. "Yea, so I called you a cunt. You are. An East Coast fucking cunt...you think you know every fuckin' thing...always running your that big mouth of yours...bossy as shit...even your fucking name Caaaandaaace...you even have a cunt name!" And it happened before I could even stop it. And it was over before I could take it back. The mark was immediately apparent on his face. I had punched him hard, my small fist leaving a red mark under his eye. I knew I had made a terrible mistake even before he could say anything. He didn't have to. Those eyes which had bore through me earlier that day said it all. He looked at me with a fury that I have never seen. And I ran. I got to the door and had my hand on the handle when he caught me. Michael grabbed my head by my hair, and shoulder with the other. I screamed as he drug me across the room. One of my heels broke as my knees buckled, and then the other came off as I struggled with him. I pulled with my free hand at his hair. His head was twisted as he still looked at me with this damaged eye- both of them still full of fury. He slammed me to his desk, and continued to fight with me. His handed ripped my blouse, as he leaned down to kiss me. I pulled my head away. "No, you fuck" I breathed as he leaned in closer. He persisted, and almost made contact with my mouth. He pressed his lips to mine, as I tried to move my head in both directions. This asshole was trying to rape me. I moved one time too many, and he caught my mouth. When he did, he caught my pouty lip in his mouth, and began to suck passionately on it. I whimpered like a hurt animal, which only encouraged him further. He sucked back, making me pause if only for a second. I felt his hot tongue pushing past my open mouth. I breathed through my nose as I mistakenly kissed him back. He continued to rip my blouse, exposing my bra covered breasts, my hand still had his hair, pulling as hard as I could. He was tearing my clothes off with one hand, and tenderly kissing me with his lips. I despised him, I hated his arrogance, and I was fighting him with all I had. Still I was melted by his kiss. He backed away to look at me, and I smacked his face with my right hand this time. A clear shot, that left my handprint on his face. I figured this would shock him back to reality. Instead he ripped my blouse off completely, and tugged my bra straps down. My tits fell out of their cups, my nipples hardening. Why were they doing that? And why was I fighting him, but ceased in my screams? I slapped him again, perhaps to shock myself back to reality. Mike grabbed me again, this time he flipped me over on my stomach. He yanked my skirt up from behind. Oh no, what is he doing. I felt a tear on my pantyhose, as remembered I wore them in lieu of underwear. Why had I done that today? And then there was the matter of the wet spot, which hand formed at their crotch. "You're a fucking asshole" is all I could get out, before I heard his pants unzip. Pressing at my entrance, was Mike's cock. He shoved it as far it could reach on the first thrust. I spread my hands over his desk, intentionally pushing much of the work we had done, all over his floor. He banged my pussy hard from behind, as I felt his hand on my shoulder, pulling me back to meet his thrusts. My pussy flexed, as I thought of my boyfriend back at his place, watching a ballgame and thinking of me. Meanwhile, this large prick was being shot into me over and over again. "You fucking me, you jerk!" I gasped again, feeling violated the whole time. Mike just grunted as he thrust in to me. By now my pussy had loosened, and this asshole was bouncing his crotch off my butt, his balls hitting my clit as he did. Just then he bent down and grabbed my hair again. He balled it up in his fist, and increased his thrust. A tear left my eye, and ran down my cheek. I continued to cry as each moment passed by. I, a professional, educated woman, was being violated. Here I was, bent over the desk of a colleague, a rival if you will; with my skirt around my waist, my hair being pulled, by a man who was having his way with me. Mostly I cried, because as it was going on, I was enjoying it, loving it, and deriving some sort of sick pleasure from it. I started to fuck him back, pushing my ass to match each of his thrusts. Just then he said his first words to me. "So now I know how to finally shut you up" he whispered in my ear, as he pulled my head back. I felt like a horse being ridden, as he pounded my pussy to a tremendous orgasm. "You fucker, you're making me cum." I screamed as he reached around to tweak my left nipple with his free hand. "Yes!" he gasped, as he continued to pound me steady. This time leaning forward to nibble at my neck and ear. "Oh you fucking asshole!" I screamed as I came again. "You're raping me, you're raping me!" I said over and over again, cumming continuously. It must have been too much. Because he locked up immediately. I had my hair yanked again, until I somehow ended up on my knees. Mike stroked his cock two times, and started to cum on my face and hair, some of it landing on my tits. His face was twisted, and he sweat profusely. I could do nothing, but lie there and take it. I backed up, gathering my clothes and struggling to my feet. I tripped and landed on the leather couch in his office. We were both a mess. Michael had a bruised eye, and the mark from my other slap was still apparent. His hair was a mess, some of which had been pulled out by my hand. His shirt was torn his tie hung backwards around his neck. I was in shambles. "You're beautiful, and very good at your job." he conceded, still breathing heavy. "I've always thought so." he mumbled in that dumb way of his, looking like a boxer after a long fight. "You too" was all I could say, ashamed to look in his direction. I had betrayed myself, my boyfriend, and my career by putting myself in this position. And I betrayed myself, for letting this asshole know I was very attracted to him. "Your plans are all over the floor" I said. "Of course they are, you're still a fucking bitch." he said. "Maybe I am, your still an arrogant prick" I retorted. "Get the fuck out of my office" he yelled. "See you tomorrow" I said. "See ya then Candy." he replied. Candy? Had this fucker just called me Candy? I gathered my things and went back down to my office. It was late by now, and I figured I could email the Texas people some other time. I needed a glass of wine now. As I passed by the conference room, I noticed two cleaning ladies glancing at me from inside. My hose had runs in them, my hair was everywhere, my makeup ran, the expensive torn silk blouse I wore barely covered my tits and bra, and I was carrying what was left of my shoes. The two middle aged Hispanic women looked in my direction, nodded and went back to running the vacuum and dusting. It was just so matter- of- fact The next day was interesting. I walked into the break room to get my morning coffee. Mike was speaking to one of the VP's telling him that his martial arts class got pretty rough, and that he was bruised from sparring. Everyone at the company thought he was some sort of tough guy now. More importantly, the previous days arguing, fueled the energy to finish the campaign. We brought the account in on time, and the client was elated. Mr. Jones and the other execs were so pleased, that they made Micheal, RJ, Kelly, and me a permanent team. In less than two months, we landed four monster accounts. The company was flush, and we were all given promotions. Strangely enough, the infighting only became more intense- and productive. Jones insisted on weekly meetings to chart our progress. What Jones really intended, was to pit Mike and I against each other, to provide creative results. And we did not disappoint. We argued like cats and dogs. We would even call each others ideas stupid, dumb...even going as far as to swear at each other. The suits only encouraged it, calling us "brother and sister" as we fought like children. The work was getting done faster, better, and more profitable than ever. We were a force. And Mike and I? We continued our habit involuntarily. After every staff meeting, I would storm in his office or he in mine. A fight would ensue, and he would chase me around the room 'til he would catch me, and subsequently rape me. I would tell him to stop, telling him I had a boyfriend, telling him we were coworkers, anything. But I had pushed him too far, and he would attack me. The level seemed to get out control. One time, after I blasted an entire project, I thought it best if I put an end to this sick ritual once and for all. Before everyone left from the meeting, I excused myself and left for home without telling anyone. Michael must have been furious. I was home no longer than 45 minutes, enjoying a glass of Merlot, when I felt the banging on my door. By the time I got my bathrobe on and made it to the living room, he was already inside, after bullying his way through my front door. Michael scooped me up in his arms, ripped my robe off and tied me to my own bed. I cried in shame, as I realized I encouraged him to this, knowing the humiliation of walking out on him, would only intensify the sex, I mean rape, I don't know what I meant at this point. All I know is that I liked it. And I craved it more intense and more often than ever. Just last month I broke his favorite desk fixture during an argument. I slammed on the floor when he wouldn't agree with my point. This time I made it out of the room, only to have him catch me down the hall. He drug me in the men's room, and we fucked on the filthy floor. I didn't care if the company had cameras that would catch us, the decadent nature of it all would make it worth it. I was behaving like a whore, and I needed help. I broke up with my boyfriend, he never knew why. I spent all my time working, and my sex life consisted of seducing my co-worker into raping me. It was then I decided to ask Mr. Jones for a three month leave of absence. The company certainly owed it to me. I thought three months away from Mike and the office in Chicago would help me regain my focus. Everyone would think I went to Europe or something for three months and no one would bother to look for me. Most of all, Michael would not know where I was. Boy would he be pissed. Actually, I decided to spend eight weeks at the University of Illinois in a summer foreign language seminar. Something completely opposite from my work. The first week has been so healthy. But why did I call the office yesterday? Why did I call from my temporary apartment phone instead of my cell phone, when I know they have caller ID at the office? Why did I leave a message with Michael's secretary, that I thought his idea on our pending project was the wrong direction, when I wouldn't be there to help complete it anyway? Why did I not wear panties with my jeans today? And most of all, why didn't I deadbolt my lock just now when I got home? My Way to Cuckold We are a happy and solid couple with a kinky side. Let me explain. My name is John, and my wife's name is Carla. I know her since she was a tender and unripe sixteen years old girl. By the way she was virgin when I met her. We married five years later and our marriage had been gratified by the born of two wonderful daughters. She had been and is the most loving of moms and wives, very good looking and nice. Carla was raised catholic and reserved but our sexual drive in the years begun to fasten and we started slowly to experiment. I don't know exactly how it happened but first we discovered a certain fun at exhibiting her. Her skirts went shorter and her neckline deeper and deeper despite her boobs became a bit saggy with lactation and age. Her exposed cleavage had a growing success between our male friends and I encouraged her to show more. Since then a relevant braless attire and loose tops with a generous view on breasts became her rules. She bought then a totally see through shirt and I objected "you never find the courage to put it on without a bra" and she answered coyly "let's see". She did at a restaurant a few miles far from home receiving many sights from men and we had a great fuck later. Frequently she also dared the topless in the back garden (but she was sure that nobody could catch her) and a few times being on a very secluded and not so crowded beach she went nude (this in the garden too). A major excitement came from a vacation without the babies. Our room had a nice terrace where Carla sunbathed naked. We had fun and two or three days before we left I convinced her to another step and show off for a waiter. She accepted and didn't make a move to hide her boobs and her hairy pubes as the waiter put her cup of tea on the cabaret near her sun bed. At home we added some spice to the play. Feeling confident she kept go without panties and sometimes she flashed pussy getting off my car. One of the sexiest facts of the period was having Carla pose naked for a painter. He was a long life friend and also Carla knew him very well. Our painter friend searched for a female model as he had a series of nude paintings to do. He cannot find that model as he needed a mature woman with short hair, longish pendulous boobs, dark pubes instead of the usual skinny, small breasted and all over shaved twenty something girl. I told him my Carla had absolutely those requisites. He inquired about the possibility to have Carla as a nude model and I told him that she never had done any posing but she could have a try if the project appealed her. An evening he invited us to tell Carla his ideas. He also showed her a sketch of the final painting that was to say a woman reclining naked as the central figure and two standing three quarter poses of the same woman, bare breasted, at the mirror. When Carla saw the sketch she was flattered and agreed to pose naked for our friend on the instant. In a month the painting was ended. Carla posed for him twice a week exposing her beautiful breasts, her lovely legs and her shaggy pubes. I secretly cherished the idea she had sex but nothing happened. I am a gallery owner and for a while I exposed the painting. A few friends noticed it was Carla to pose. This added some new spice at our behaviour. What changed definitely our minds was an insignificant episode. Being a sunny day in the winter, we did a walk to the beach. By us beaches are rocky and at certain moment we stopped walking and seated with our backs against a rock. Sun was really hot and slowly she unbuttoned her blouse enjoying the warm sensation on her skin. As usual she was braless and her boobs poked out so I encouraged her to leave her blouse off completely. She did it and remained in the sun with naked boobs for some twenty minutes. Not far from us was a middle age fisherman. He realized she was topless and started ogle turning his head to us many times. Carla was flattered and commented the fisherman's action with me. I said her "make his day," so she stood topless showing her boobs blatantly to the fisherman and slowly she put her blouse on again. Then she took me by the arm and we came back passing very near the fisherman who looked at her intently once again made a comment. Passing by him we slowed down our pace consenting him a last gaze on her oscillating boobs. He moaned another comment sibilating something like "such a slut and a cuckold". This had us both very excited and on the way back to home we discussed what happened. She admitted that to be called "such a slut" by the fisherman had an even greater effect on her than showing off for him and she was totally wet between her legs. I also confessed her that being called a cuckold had my cock as hard as iron. We hurried home and we had a great fuck as soon as we entered our bedroom. The play between us was clear now. I wanted to be cuckolded by my lovely and loving wife. On her side she liked to be degraded and called names. As a result I started to say Carla how exciting it was for me to fancy her in slutty and erotic situations. Not the same luscious threesome or the usual need to watch the wife being fucked that many husbands have, but something else. I imagined her me getting ready for a date, to watch her making up, put on sexy clothes, then go out alone and come back after a night of lust and I openly proposed her to take a lover. She had me swear I was serious and posed me questions. Receiving a firm yes from me she admitted to be teased by the idea to have a bit on the side too and we had an agreement. Carla was free to have other experiences but she had to tell me if other men were in her life. With my blessing she started to flirt discreetly and two male friends tested the water. Her first suitor was a married man (and she knew his wife very well). Carla liked him and she led him kiss her (and grope her a few times cupping ass and boobs) but she also worried his wife's jealousy and decided to stop see him on her own. This first flirt lasted a couple months and she told me every detail. They never fucked. She was more reticent with me about her second suitor. I never knew who he was and she only told me I knew him by sight. He asked her a date after they met casually at a party (she was alone as I was away for business) and exchanged numbers. The first time she dated him at his office in the late afternoon of a working day. He waited for her and locked the door as soon as she arrived. They talked for a while and he complimented her then she led him kiss her. They cuddled necking and tonguing then he started to undress her finding no resistance. Of course he wanted to fuck her there and then on a table but he hadn't a condom and she withdrew at the last minute. The second time he invited her at restaurant as I was away again. She accepted and the meal was fine then they went to his house to end the evening. She never told me what happened exactly. This was part of the play between us. She told me they played in the nude on his bed but I never knew if she made love with him or what else as she only admitted a hand job and hinted a friendly blow job. They had a few other dates then she stopped to see him. When I asked her why she told me he was well endowed but rather boring and unknown to her he had also a girlfriend. I tried to know more from her but she seemed to come to a stop in such extramarital activities. "Whatever had happened I don't have to do it again," she told me an evening watching television. Apparently the guy was a tattler and a lot of people heard that he had dated my wife. Even her best friend, who had a lover from a long time, gave Carla the welcome as a hot wife. We were surrounded by sex. The cuckold fame I gained, true or false, charged a great sexual tension and I had no other idea than fucking my wife and see her getting fucked by other men. Lust is like a mild snake biting your ankles and, step by step, she changed her mind and accepted my idea about trying a threesome and letting me watch. We discarded the idea of chasing between our friends circle as she had no desires of weeping wives with cheating husbands or insatiable single guys calling every day for sex. I put advertisements on a pair of adult sites searching for the right man. For a while she was in a chat room and once or twice on cam too. At end we appreciated a guy who answered our ad. Gino was his name and he was a middle-aged guy of Italian scent. We fixed a date and drove some 100 miles to meet him at a hotel. Carla was nervous. One thing is to have sex with a man after a period of attendance, one thing is to make the deed in a few hours, but I tried to be supportive with my beloved wife. Gino was very nice and rather old fashioned. As they shook hands she openly confessed him to feel nervous but he paid compliments to her elegance and prized her green eyes. A compliment is always good with a woman and she started to relax. The three of us talked a lot in front of a drink. Gino had kind manners and she relaxed definitively. We had a light dinner and the great moment came. In our room Gino paid Carla other compliments as she started to undress then they had a slow dance with her in a corset and fishnets while I watched. Gino buried his face in my wife's cleavage as his hands ran all over her body unlashing her corset. In a while she was naked apart from her fishnet stockings and high heels. They had some passionate kissing and Gino undressed at his turn. He had a massive hard on and my wife commented favourably pressing his cock between her legs. On my part I also get erected watching his hands on Carla's naked ass. He worked nicely groping and caressing, stirring her anus and her pussy from behind. In ten minutes his action had her eager to make love. Carla knelt in front of him and sucked his cock then he fucked her twice in front of me. The first time she was on her four with him entering her from behind and I saw his cock go inside her pussy like a knife in butter. During the fuck he alternated his speech being sweet and calling her names as slut, slut wife, dirty wife. They had a rest then he invited her to impale herself directly on his meat as he seated on a chair. They fucked a second time like this. Technically his fucking was perfect leading her to great orgasms but ten minutes after the second fuck he apologized and left as he had to drove back to his wife. This way Gino deceived us and we decided to meet him no more. Her second occasional lover was Seth, a thirty something guy. They kissed for a while in a motel being both nude but after a promising start with foreplay his erection failed in the act of penetration. Carla tried to rouse his attention again sucking patiently his cock. Never the less he was timid and chickened back. This second attempt was a total failure. In November we tried a third guy who fucked her like an animal with his very big cock. Ross was his name, a forty something divorced man. He was very well endowed in the penis department and knew how to use his equipment. He pushed himself inside my wife after a good tonguing and she had to catch her breath before he started to pump her pussy furiously. Carla was impressed by his manhood and we achieved a second date with him. The second date with Ross was hot. Carla and I fucked like sea urchins the week before. She was a total slut to him and had fun. And she did many naughty things with him, I can't say no. She measured his tool and I am glad to say he was 7 inches when flaccid and 8 inches when hard. This wonderful bar of flesh, hard like steel, drove her mad. She encouraged him stretching her naked body on a bed exposing her opened cunt and asking him to fuck her hard. Carla lost every inhibition and with a good amount of lubricant he took her even anally under my eyes. She was on her back receiving a clit massage from Ross with her legs on air when he put his cock on her anus and pushed it inside her. "What are you doing, man?" she asked him being rather alarmed by his cock girth. "I'm going to fuck you in the ass, Madame," answered him being half ironic. "Be cautious, I don't want to feel pain," she said again. "Let me do my job, Beautiful," he giggled. Carla relaxed receiving him entirely. His cock slowly penetrated her anus having moan as an excited Tom produced degrading comments and called her names such cock slut, anal whore, brothel prostitute which we both adore. He also made it clear I was a cuckold as only a cuckold could watch the wife being fucked in the ass and having fun. He was absolutely right and the three of us burst in laughter. At end Ross came making a mess and we both watched his sperm pouring out again my wife's asshole. Ross was good in bed and funny but he had no other ideas than his massive cock and fucking women. Carla also had a laugh with him and burned of lust as we spit-roasted her and he said "ok babe go on your four like a chicken that I want to fuck you from behind while you suck on your husband cock," but six months later our first date he had a restart with her girlfriend and stopped to see us. After a two other dates with two different men at our place Carla talked openly to me. In a year she changed her status from a curious wife to a total hot wife and she was ok with it, but the right situation for her was to have sex with a recurrent lover. She wanted a boyfriend to say it clear. Our marriage was so strong that no one boyfriend could undermine and this is another story... My Way To Wake Him Up Getting my things together, I find myself daydreaming; my thoughts have been wandering all night. I think I am starting to enjoy this night shift. Especially on your days off, knowing your home; asleep; in that big bed. Oh but you won’t stay asleep baby. Grinning to myself I head out the door and to my car, still thinking and planning. We’ve known each other for years now. Friends first. I think at first you were scared of me. I wonder why that is. At first all we did was talk abit. Every time you’d come in, we’d talk, usually about nothing. Sometimes about your kids, or about what was a good deal. I remember when you got divorced. Then I got divorced. I started flirting then with you; and you’d turn red, especially when you heard me talking to my helper about what a nice ass you had. I can still see you walking towards the registers your head red. You were shyer than I thought. After two years of flirting I had to ask you when you were going to take me out. No wonder it took so long. You did not realize I was divorced. I remember that first night. I felt drunk. You were so sweet, so tender. We talked almost two hours on the phone before I even came over, and it still took you over an hour to kiss me. Do you remember that? How you grinned after and leaned back saying “waiting on that were ya?” I remember your hands and your mouth on me. The first time I got to suck your cock, have I told you you have a perfect cock? The showers we took, not sure why we took so many that night butt I enjoyed each one. I remember the first time I explored your body with my tongue. How you moaned. You were shy about it too; but you could not dislike it. The first time I slide my finger into your ass you said later you didn’t like it. But, you would also tease me about using a strape_on on you in the heat of out playing a lot too. That in itself told me you were more interested than you pretended. Then you let me try my small vibrator on you. Again you claimed not to like it. But, who was it that ordered a new one when mine quit working? HMmmmm…and who brought over the anal bead wand?? Oh yes, you do like it baby. You love it when I slide those beads into your tight ass. You moan louder with those pushing into your ass than you ever did before. Did I tell you how I love how you thrust your cock into my mouth with those beads are working deeper into your ass? And how you tell me you have to have your cock in my pussy now with the beads in your ass? You have even ordered a strape_on for me, may have been out of stock but you still ordered it. I think you are hooked baby. You know you love me fucking your ass. Should I remind you also of the time when you admitted to trying the butt plug one night when I was not there? Oh I remember quiet well borrowing the batteries out of it and forgetting to replace them, butt oddly enough they were in there the next time I picked it up. I knew Sweetie. I move quietly when I get home, not wanting to wake you too soon. Slipping soundlessly in to the room, I see you sleeping on your side facing the door. A shiver runs thru me as I look at you, just wanting to touch you excites me. Moving towards the bathroom as you mumble in your sleep, I push the door almost closed and check to make sure I have the things I need, before I change clothes. Reaching in the closet, I pull out the shoebox I have hidden behind the sheets and quietly bring it into the room. Laying it on the ground beside the end of the bed so it will be in easy reach, I walk back out of the room and turn on the hall light. Watching as the light cast onto the bed you quickly roll away from the light as it falls on your face. Perfectly planned, I grin and stand still letting you settle. As I slip back into the room I have enough light now to see, I reach under the corners of the mattress as pull the elastic strips out, testing them but not attaching them yet. Moving up to the head of the bed I pull out another one where your arm is pushed under the pillow and set it by your hand. Not sure how this will work yet, but so far three look to be easy. Moving down to the foot of the bed I sit down gently and slide each loop over an ankle loosely. Then move back to the head and do the same with the one wrist, just laying it over your wrist. Standing up, I have to think this thru. Not sure how you’ll react in your sleep, and I don’t want to have you lashing out while your asleep, I need to move slow. Sitting down again at the foot of the bed, I slide my hands over the back of your thighs. You breathing changes but you lay still, even asleep your body reacts. Moving up I lean over your thighs and slide my hands up over your cheeks and caress your back and shoulders. Kissing the back of your next I whisper to you not to move, just let me caress you. As my hands glide over your warm skin I can hear you moan softly. Planting kisses over the back of your neck I work my mouth down your spine, my hands moving slowly over your ass and down your legs. You breathing evens out as I work my hands back up I start on your shoulders. Nudging your arm I pull it out parallel to your other one as I massage the muscles. Working down each arm I work the muscles and spend time on each wrist massaging and looping the elastic over your right one loosely too. With each arm well rubbed I move down your back, rubbing on the muscles on either side of your spine. Adjusting myself I sit gently on your ass as I massage your inner thighs, my fingers brushing over your balls slightly causing you to lift upwards slightly. Suddenly I lean down and pull the elastic loops around your ankles, as you move to look, your wrist pull the loops tight around them. I move up and lay against your back, licking softly again at your neck. I can feel you tremble as I blow over your wet skin. “I have thought of this all night,” I inform you, ever since yesterday I have planned and thought on it. You have teased me without even knowing it. Reaching for the box I lay it on the bed, letting you see its contents as I dig thru it and take out the lube. Slapping you ass softly, “whose ass baby?” you moan and your ass lifts upwards but you don’t reply. Slapping your cheeks harder I ask again, louder, “WHOSE ASS?” quickly sliding a finger between your cheeks. You moan out “yours” as my finger teases your tight rose bud. Dripping the lube between your cheeks, you just as the cool drops touch your skin. Quickly I thrust a finger thru the lube and into your tightness. “Tell me again Baby, whose ass?” as I work my finger deeper into your ass. This time your eager ass pushes up and pulls my finger completely in as you moan, “Yours, completely yours, Please its yours” “Please what Baby? What will you have me to do with it?” I as I pull my finger out and wait, watching your ass wiggle. “Anything you want” you tell me, “fuck me, fuck my ass, your ass” your hips thrusting as you plead. Standing up, I walk back to the box and move it to the side on the bed and gather up the pillows telling you to lift up as I push two under your hips. Kissing your neck. Indeed I am baby, I have this addiction to your ass you know, an addiction to seeing how excited you can get. As I move back down to the end of the bed I adjust the straps spreading your legs wider as I pull the straps to the sides of the bed. Looking at you, perfect I think to my self, your ass raised just so, legs apart just perfectly. Leaning down I spread your cheeks wide and slide my tongue between them lapping down to your balls and back up over and over. The sweetness of the lube touches my tongue as the scent of your cologne reaches my nose. I do love your scent Baby. Oh yes, just perfect I think again as I tease you, my tongue moving faster between your balls and your tightness, as you moan pushing up to meet my tongue. Stopping long enough to remind you of how I have thought of doing this very thing for hours. “I love how you respond to my tongue most of all I think, of how you moan and wiggle and beg” To prove it a push my tongue into your tight ring, feeling how it tightens and then relaxes as my tongue pushes into you causing you to moan more. Quickly I pull my tongue out and nibble on your balls, reaching for the strape_on I got yesterday morning. You look at it, your eyes widen, “Yes, I tell you, it’s the one you ordered, the one I told you they said was back ordered. It came yesterday while you were at work. I just kind of hid it,” laughing “You should see the look on your face right about now” Strapping it on I lube it…stroking it as I watch you. “Want to tell me again whose ass it is?” I question you as I slide two fingers deeply into your waiting ass as your body pushes back violently, “you want this cock don’t you Baby? You want it buried in your tight ass huh?” Thrusting my fingers faster into your ass I position myself between your legs, as your hips move with my fingers as they push deeper and deeper. Each time they hit your prostrate you moan louder, my fingers probing as your hips push back roughly. Pulling them out slowly, I inform you its time to try the new toy, but I just wait and watch you. Looking over your shoulder you eyes move from me to the toy and back. A look of fear it seems, but then you give me that grin and tell me to do it, “Fuck my ass Baby. Ride me”. Leaning forward I press the head against your tight opening, holding it there as you push back slightly. Watching as it pushing in, the head spreading you open and your hips still, waiting as you relax as push back taking more of the cock into your ass. “Oh yes baby” take it I moan as I see how much you like this. Reaching down I grip your hips and push my hips forward, the cock sliding the rest of the way into your ass as your moans get louder. “Yes yes, fuck me now, fuck me!” your words getting muffled as you want more and each word is mixed with a moan. Pulling out and thrusting in deeply I take your ass now as mine. Deeply. Completely. Thrusting harder now as I work the cock into your ass, meeting your movements as your hips raise up for more of the cock. Grinding the cock completely into your ass as I roll my hips, working it deeper each time before I pull back. Just seeing how the cock fills your ass makes me wild, your grunts and moans adding to it. Pulling your hips back as I slam the cock into your ass I moan too, I can’t help it. Just hearing you moan and plead for me to fuck you harder is making me wilder as I plunge the cock harder into your ass. Letting your hips go I slap your ass cheeks hard remembering how many times you have slapped mine as your cock had plowed into my ass and pussy. “I am going to fuck you until you cum, I am going to keep filling your ass until it’s completely mine” I tell you and I smack your cheeks again. Slamming the cock deep into your ass I roll my hips again, burying the cock deep in your ass as you head lifts, your back arches, your body tenses up and you yell your are going to cum, you have to cum, holding the cock deep I work my hips in small rotations, keeping it full but pressing deeper and deeper as you let loose and buck under me. Taking the cock deep into your bowels as your cock jumps on the pillows, your cum gushing out in spurts. Reaching down I wrap my fingers over the head and hold tightly to your cock as your hips move oddly, your body shuddering. As your body stills I pull the cock slowly out and ease down and undo the loops on your ankles, then your wrist, whispering to you how much I love my ass I kisses your neck and slide into bed against you, telling you since its your off day you get to sleep a while longer. You roll over and close your arms around me and we drift off to sleep together. Wonder who will wake who up next time? My Weather Girl (I do hope you realuise all the shipping forecast regions.) * Lorna is my weather girl as seen on TV. She is my star and I am besotted by her. And despite her getting loads of fan mail and proposals I am not put off. She does the shipping forecast too, from her Plymouth studio. She has told me I am her one and only guy that she could take to the Faeroes, the Hebrides, the Northern Isles of Scotland and share a Rockall week with not a Sole in sight - it would be a Fair Isle indeed and even though we are both in our early Forties we could sail Forth maybe to Fastnet. She's my weather girl complete, she certainly wiped me off my feet and when I reach the heights with her loving I am up there with Nelson at Trafalgar. First time I saw her on the local TV weather spot I was a guy possessed , she looked gorgeous and appetising in that soft satin look tight skirt with creases that drive me wild, spreading across her perfectly shaped thighs. And I have no shame at all to confess I was having regular Tyne and Forth's with my wild imaginings that I dreamed could never become reality. But I worked at the studio too as an electrical fitter, and it seemed destiny fell on me like a shower of snowflakes that Lorna had forecast that morning. I'd left a wire unconnected on which she tripped coming through a corridor, fortunately it wasn't live but I was, enough to catch her in mid fall and get my first touch of Lorna reality. I always remember her saying I was a 'naughty boy' and I should be more careful in the future, but I was so enraptured by her presence for real and not on a TV screen, the scent of her and her rich warm open smile I felt my Bailey was about to Bite, realising my hands were tucked neatly around her firm so shapely and heaven to touch hind, falling to my knees to suppress her fall, us both ending up sprawled like kids on the floor. Feeling embarrassed I humbly apologised but Lorna said there was no need and, standing herself up again, swaying her hips as women do to adjust her rather disarranged skirt but inadvertently - as she bent her knees to rise up, treating me the most delightful peek up her skirt, the sort of thing that guys dream about, to get that magic glimpse of feminine underwear which is so absolutely arousing to the point which my lightning was starting to flash and the thunder erupt. But steady boy, plenty of time later to relive the scene in your mind and enjoy the fantasy of what it would be like so see much more. After she'd called me 'a naughty boy' she said 'no problem' and went on her way as if nothing had happened, but I noticed one thing that made my temperature rise, she looked back with that wonderful warm smile and suddenly I wanted to know all about her. Well she was my age too, she was divorced like so there was me thinking already, wouldn't it be nice, a trip to paradise with her, she would certainly arouse my weather vane, she already had in so many ways starting from day one when I first saw her with that so tight fitting skirt and flounced blouse, was it now more than just perchance to dream? Next day I 'accidentally on purpose' bumped into her in the staff canteen, asked her boldly if I could join her at her table. That started a conversation that would change my life, soon she told me all about herself and I did the same like we had known each other for months. "I can see why you are so popular, " I said - you have a wonderful charisma on TV. "Yes, but I don't always want to be just the weather girl," she pronounced, her face glowing and did I really feel her foot touch my ankle - or was it merely an accident? "You don't, Lorna, what's you ambition then?" "I have a notion to act" she added and no, it wasn't an accident because she did it again. My heart was pounding and when - taking off one of her shoes, she ran her toes up the inside of my leg I was afire. Then she dropped her teaspoon whilst stirring her coffee. Of course I bent down to pick it up. She knew what she was doing to me the very naughty weather woman -showing me her Hebrides, giving me plenty of viewing time too, her knees amply parted, naturally I delayed the action wanting to take as much in as I could, lavishing her Fastnet stockings and this time blue tie -up thongs, all I could think is I wanted to Dogger her - I was frenzied with arousal as reluctantly I did come up and passing back her teaspoon she held my hand and rubbed gently her thumb into my palm in a very sexual spherical motion. "I just love to act a part you see, Alex" she continued as if nothing unusual was happening - she concluded "and I am really into role play, are you?" "Absolutely" I replied at once remembering my ex in her naughty nurse's uniform. I took a good deep swallow, was I really this lucky and why me? With her good looks and wonderful figure she could choose who she liked, "Because I am seriously attracted to you my German Bite" she said like she was reading my mind. "And from what I am advised by the metrological office for my next forecast is that high winds and heavy storms are set for the bite reaching right down to Biscay. ( I had mentioned my mother was a German) but for me I could be her bite any time she wanted, the way I felt sitting there opposite and my male imaginings pumping high pressures into my mind like what was the feel of her French kiss, it seeing the way she was enjoying her ice cream, the licking, the way she rolled her tongue and drew It into her mouth - looking delectable and gorgeous. She knew what was going on, she could forecast what was coming too, because she had me there as if under her thumb, there was a storm ahead if she was of the same latitude as I and maybe a volcano too, waiting to erupt like a veritable blast of a thunderbolt. "I really think we should make way yonder" she enthused - looking very cool and seductive as she placed her utensils onto her plate and sipped her glass empty, showing just the right amount of pink tongue licking the rim of it inside in a circular motion making my tides rally like a continental drift. "I would like that, Lorna" I managed to say striving to hide my awaiting deliverance beneath my jacket as we got up and made way for the desk. "I will pay, she said - you can do the honours next time, Alex." So she was already thinking there would be a next time, Now I was in my element and felt blue skies approaching and not a cloud in sight, all with the world was beautiful as on my arm I had the most looked at and admired weather girl ever. "I just have to do the evening forecast, Baby and I am all yours okay?" I sat there in the studio room and watched her do her bit on a large TV screen, sampling her movements again but so much more bigger and better on the large screen, the way she twisted those gorgeous hips as she turned to the weather map and then straight back at the camera, me imagining all those guys out there with their tongues hanging out - if only they knew I was going to have her Bailey tonight. "You sure about that?" she asked me afterwards as if reading my mind again. "About what?" I quizzed. "Bailey comes to mind" she chuckled - "I simply love doing the shipping forecast, all those seamen waiting out there. My seamen was boiling in my Finestaire's and high pressure was building, but always the calm before the storm and there I was with sweet lovely Lorna sharing French kisses, my fingers teasing her Thames valley discovering her Shannon so sweet and soft, her passion unfolding as we kissed some more, and she touches me to the earths core, below the equator she finds her Portland and I know we are heading for our Waterloo, our Biscay. Her softness so lovely, like melting butter to the lips, the tease of the tongue, the finger tips, the weather stirs again outside and the storm erupts inside, snows on the mountains slide in the heat of the morning sun, and I am gratified within, her warmth stirring my German Bite, reaching Trafalgar with all my might, the weather girl's forecast was right, low pressure as my palm slides across the crease of her tight dress as she readies herself for the morning cast, I don't need for her to go just yet, rolling the ball of my hand in firm movements like gentle tidal waves, but building to choppy seas, "just let me, Baby once more before you go?" She turns and smiles and I know, lifting her skirt for me to have that last look, parting her thighs I press my Malin into her Fair Isle and sample her nectar so sweet and so lovely, I soon erupt once more and take her quickly upon the floor. She leaves me telling me she will see me soon. We shall hire a boat on the Thames from morn till noon and then some more in the secret place , my tree house in the garden and under the moon. And still in bed cradling my Sole I see my weather girl come up on the screen, but no longer do I crave for what maybe because I see her now so differently and feel her passion warm me, the sparkle in her eyes too, so radiant - and by gosh I love her too! My Web Goddess Whitney stood at the airport baggage claim waiting for Joe. They had been talking for a few months now online, and they had fallen for each other. Joe was a 35 year old single dad, and had 20 years of being a Chef under his belt. Whitney was 18 and a popular tumblr and web model. Joe was stunned by her, and even more stunned when she said she had feelings for him. This girl could have any man she wanted, and time anywhere, and she wanted him. He felt he was the luckiest guy in the world. As the plane landed they made the announcement, and Whitney bounced where she stood in excitement, causing her massive breasts to bounce up and down. She knew she was getting looks, but she didn't care. Her wild pink and blonde hair framed her small radiant face perfectly. She was wearing a button down shirt, and a skirt with thigh high fishnet stockings, and knee high heel boots. Joe had seen an out fit on her like this in pictures, and made sure she knew how much he liked it. She wanted to get his cock hard the second he saw her. She loved her daddy, and couldn't wait to get his cock into her body. It had been too long since she had had a good, cock induced orgasm. She looked down, making sure that her cleavage was bulging out of the top. She knew Joe was a tit man, and she couldn't wait till he got his hands and lips on them. Her pussy was already juicing up and ready just thinking of it. She fell for Joe, because he saw past her sexy outer self. She loved him, because he was a good man. He was also a good father, and he took care of her. She smiled with every message he sent. Joe was a true southern sweet heart to her, and she couldn't help but love him. Joe got off the plane, he had never been to Kentucky before, and his baby girl was here somewhere. He hoped she was anyway. If she were here he would give her the world. He hated to think she wouldn't be waiting for him. He made his way to the baggage claim, as he turned the corner to it he saw her. His goddess was standing there, looking around at the crowd. As they saw each other and their eyes met she squeaked with joy, and ran toward him. He opened his arms and welcomed her in. She jumped up and Joe caught her. Their lips met as her legs wrapped around his waist. His hands ran down her back to her ass to give it a squeeze. Whitney's tits pressed hard against Joe's chest as they kissed deeply, and passionately. People glanced as they passed by, or stared openly. Some with looks of disdain, some with looks of longing. When Joe finally let Whitney down he looked around, and some of the guys glancing their way nodded to him as if saying, you lucky asshole. Joe couldn't stop smiling at Whitney as they stared at each other. Her grey eyes amazed Joe; the way they changed colors, he loved them. He leaned forward, and kissed the tip of her nose. She had a cute little button nose. She just grinned in delight. She hadn't felt this way before. Joe made her feel wanted and loved, not just the feeling of lust. He wrapped his arm around her as they got to the baggage carousel, and he looked for his bag. He was only here for a 4 day weekend, to see if there where real feelings between them. He already known there were chemistry between them. The way she looked at him, he knew. She spoke to him in her southern accent heavy super sexy voice, "What one is yours daddy?" He grabbed her ass. "This one." She looked up at him, she was 5' 2" to his 5' 10", and smiled. "Always yours daddy." She snuggled into his chest as he saw his bag come around the corner. He pointed to it and reached for it. As they walked out of the place into the hot Kentucky air of a July day, Whitney light up a cigarette and blew the smoke out slowly. "Sorry daddy, my bad habit." Joe just smiled and shook his head. "Its okay my love, we all have bad habits." They walked hand in hand toward Whitney's car. As soon as Joe put his bag in the trunk he was sitting shotgun next to her. She turned toward him and leaned in to kiss him. Her hand dropped into his lap to squeeze his hard cock through his pants as their tongues met in a deep kiss. She unzipped his pants and let his 7 and a half inch, 3 inch around cock into the open. She wrapped her hand around the shaft near the base and leaned down to lick his cock head. She gave his cock a french kiss. She then took the head into her mouth, sucking him hard. She pulled off his now hard as steel cock and winked at Joe before putting it back into his pants and zipping him up. "Just had to have a taste of you daddy. Are you going to punish me for teasing you?" Joe reached out and pinched her nipple, twisting it hard and making her moan in pleasure and pain. Then he pulled her head back by her hair and bit her neck gently but forcefully. "Mine" He growled. "Yes daddy, mark me, claim me" she moaned. She started up the engine and drove hard to get home. Joe had his hand on her knee, up her thigh, and every once in a while rubbing over her pussy. Whitney was having trouble keeping her mind on the road as Joe played with her. She knew she was in for a long, and amazing night. As they pulled into the driveway Whitney looked at Joe and said "I want you daddy. I want you bad, and I want you now." The door couldn't close fast enough behind them as she jumped back into Joes arms. Their tongues found each other's as their lips parted in a hot deep kiss. "Where.....Is....your....bed....room....baby girl?" Joe got out between kisses. Whitney directed him, and he carried her to the room. As they walked thru the door she kicked the door closed and he dropped her on the bed. "Strip baby. Slowly." He said in his deep commanding tone. She stood as he laid back on the bed, taking his shirt and pants off. Leaving his boxer briefs on as he watched her. She danced slowly, taking her top off first, leaving her bra on. Then she turned and bent over, pulling her skirt up and showing her ass to Joe. "Leave on the boots and fishnets baby. They look so sexy on you. I love you by the way." Joe said. She looked over her shoulder at him as she pulled her panties down her legs and winked at him. "I love you too daddy." She said as she threw her panties at him. Joe took them and brought them to his nose to sniff them, taking in her sweet scent. The scent of her pussy made him even harder, and his cock strained to get out of his shorts. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she pulled off her skirt and then crawled over the bed to him, getting in his lap. She straddled him and put her bra-covered tits right in his face. He reached around and grabbed her ass and pulled her forward. She reached around and undid her bra, letting it fall off her tits. Joes hands snaked from her ass, up her stomach to take one tit in each hand. He squeezed them as he leaned in to lick and suck her nipples, his teeth gently scrapping them and getting them so hard. Her tits where amazing. A Large and full 42 DD, her nipples so hard sticking out from her large areolas. Joe loved feeling them wrapped around his face. He looked up at her and pushed her to the bed to get on top of her. She spread her legs offering her pussy to him. "When i get done with you, you will know exactly who you belong to Whitney." Joe grabbed her hair and pulled her head up so he could whisper in her ear. "Your mine now baby girl" "Oh daddy yes...god yes. All yours! Fuck me, cum on me, cum in me, so what ever you want to me. I'm yours daddy. Fuck my face, my ass, and my pussy and fill all my holes daddy." She groaned as Joes hands roamed her body, touching her everywhere. Joe pulled his shorts off and kneeled next to Whitney's head. He looked down to her and she looked up at him. "Turn your head and open your mouth slut." Whitney did as she was told, and Joe slid his cock into her mouth till her lips where around the base of his cock. he reached down and grabbed her tits, squeezing them as he pulled his cock back, then pushing it back in. Soon he was face fucking her hard, making her gag and drool on his cock. She moaned as she reached for her needy pussy, but Joe slapped her hand away. "I didn't say you could play with my pussy baby girl." He said growling. "You will play when I say you can. Moan on daddy's cock if you understand. Your not taking that cock out of your mouth until I cum down your slutty throat, so get to sucking daddy's cock" Whitney moaned deep around Joes cock. Joe got into a 69 and pushed his tongue into her soaking wet pussy, licking her all over. He sucked her clit into his mouth gently, using slight pressure and sliding a finger into her tight wet hole up to the second knuckle. Whitney groaned around her daddy's cock down her throat as she had a small orgasm. The first of many she would soon discover. Joes cock was getting harder and thicker. Whitney knew she was going to be swallowing a big load soon. She sucked and worshipped his cock as he brought her toward a bigger orgasm. He was going to make her squirt hard, and she moaned on his cock. She started to squirt just as the first rope of his thick cum shot from his cock and down her throat. She swallowed in gulps as his seed filled her mouth, and her cum drenched Joe's lips. He licked up her cum moaning into her pussy. "You taste so good baby." I love the way your pussy tastes." Joe pulled his slick cock from her mouth and grinned down at her. "How was that baby?" She attacked his cock with her mouth, trying to keep him hard. "Good baby girl." He said. His cock revived quickly and he lifted her legs, rubbing his cock head over her pussy lips. She was so wet, and his cock slid over her clit and around her pussy lips. "Put daddy where you want him baby." She reached down and took his cock by the base and guided him to her hungry and needy hole. He slid his cock head into her and she lifted her self to meet him. "More daddy, deeper please." "Do you need daddy's cock in you?" "Yes daddy, please." "Want me to cum in you baby girl? Want me to claim your pussy?" "Yes daddy, god yes. Claim me, make me yours." Joe pushed his cock into her until she took all of him into her small, tight pussy. She was so wet that he slid in easy, but she was gripping his cock. She lifted her hips to meet him, and wrapped her legs around him. Joe pounded her pussy hard, licking, sucking and biting her nipples. He slapped her tits as he pounded her, and squeezed them so hard that he left finger marks on her. He looked into her eyes as he fucked her deeper and harder then she ever thought possible. He looked into her eyes as they fucked. "I love you baby girl, my sweet Whitney." "I love you my daddy, my Joe" "Are you mine yet?" "Yes" she said quietly, staring at him. He slapped her face lightly. "What was that?" "Yes daddy" She said louder. He slapped her harder and pulled her hair. "What baby girl?" "YES DADDY", YES. I'M YOURS. I'M JOES. JOE IS FUCKING MY PUSSY.... IT'S HIS PUSSY NOW." Joe smiled at her and leaned in and kissed her as she came hard on his cock. He rolled over, taking her with him. "Ride me baby, take daddy's cock." She bounced up and down on Joes cock, and looked down at him as she did. "Push your tits in my face baby." She moved down until he was smothered in her tits. He licked and sucked them until she threw her head back and came again on his cock. "Cum for me daddy?" "Where do you want it baby?" "In me daddy, please, In me. Fully claim that pussy with your cum" "You on birth control love?" Joe asked, trying hard not to cum yet. "Does it matter daddy? Claim me.... breed me.... give me a baby. Then I am yours forever. " With those words Joe pushed up into her as she pushed down and he exploded inside her. Her pussy taking all of his cum deep inside it. She rolled over off him, laying with her head on his chest and cuddling for a minute. Joe just laid there in heaven. His perfect baby girl at his side, and his balls slightly drained for now. She rolled over to get a cigarette and looked back at him. "I love you daddy. I'm all yours. You claimed me." "Not all of you, not yet." He said with a grin and reached down to grab her ass. "Ill get this soon baby." She grinned as she exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. "Whenever your ready daddy. Take it, its yours." She leaned down and kissed him deeply. "Give me about 30 minutes baby girl. Maybe we can play some nude Zelda and just relax together for a little bit." "Whatever you want daddy." She cuddled him and whispered "Mine." "All yours baby girl. You claimed daddy too you know." She looked up at him and nodded. About an hour later they where playing some first person shooter, still nude. Joes cum leaked a little from Whitney's pussy and she just let it dry on her. She loved the feel of him on and in her. She was beating him bad in the game, and gloating about it. "Ha, I got you again daddy." She laughed at him in a teasing way. He grinned at her and put his controller down. His cock was getting hard again seeing her doing a little victory dance that made her jiggle. Joe pulled her into his lap and kissed her deeply. She always felt love in his kisses, and safe in his arms. He pulled her across his lap and she grinned at him. "What are you doing daddy?" He pushed her until she was ass up in his lap, and he rubbed his hands across her ass cheeks. "Have to teach my baby girl to be a better sports man. Gloating is bad." He smiled sweetly at her, but a fire in his eyes told her she was in for a treat and her pussy juiced up a little. He raised his hand and let it come down on her right ass cheek hard. Leaving it red for a moment. She moaned, and whimpered just a little. He raised his hand again, and back down on her left ass cheek hard. "Will you learn after just 2 smacks this time love? You know daddy hates to punish you." He leaned down to kiss her ass cheeks. She could feel how hard his cock was, as it pressed against her stomach. "I don't think it will stick daddy, I may need a couple more on each cheek, then ill learn." She whimpered back. He grinned at that, and raised his hand again. He brought it down on her right and left two more times each, rubbing and kissing the cheek after each time. Her ass was really red, and she was moaning. Her pussy juice was dripping down onto Joe's leg, so he knew she was loving it. "I'm sorry daddy. I love you, and I'm sorry." She moaned out softly as he smacked her the final time. He got her on the bed on her hands and knees, as she looked back at him. His hard cock leading the way. "Where is your lube baby girl?" He asked, and she pointed to a drawer on her dresser. He went and got it out, and joined her on the bed. He licked over her ass hole, and she tasted sweet, like sweat and pussy juice mixed with honey. He loved it, so he licked more, working his tongue into her ass as much as he could. She moaned and pushed back as he kissed up to the small of her back before straitening up with the bottle of lube in his hands. He squeezed some over her ass and rubbed it into her ass hole, then he lubed up his hard cock. He brought the head of his cock to her hole, and pushed gently, but firmly until her ass opened for his cock. "Do you want more baby?" He asked, holding his cock just inside her. She pushed back with her hips and took another inch into her ass. "Yes daddy, claim my ass. Make me fully yours. Oh I'm cumming." Whitney came as Joe fed his cock into her ass. He pushed it in deeply, and pulled out slowly, then back in. Going slow until her ass fully opened to his strokes. The he grabbed her hips and started to pound away at her tight ass relentlessly. He pulled her hair back and reached around to grab her throat as they fucked. He squeezed just enough to let her know he was in charge. She lost her breath for just a moment. He was rough and gentle at the same time. He was her perfect daddy, and she knew it. He pushed one last thrust into her, as he shot her bowels full of his hot daddy cum, and her pussy gushed hot cum down the insides of her thighs. Joe finished cumming and letting his softening cock fall from her well-fucked ass. He rolled her over to lick and suck the juices from her pussy and thighs, causing her to have another, small orgasm. "Oh daddy, oh god daddy. I'm all yours, forever as long as you keep doing this to me. I love it. I love you." She looked at him, a very serious look in her eyes. "I hope you know that your not leaving...your mine...I'm not bringing you to the airport in 3 days, so...get used to being here and fucking your baby girl." Joe grinned at her. "What makes you think I want to leave love?" He kissed her passionately as they cuddled. Joe fell asleep, and Whitney covered him with her blanket as she got another cigarette from her pack. She smoked it as she watched him sleep. He was snoring from his sleep apneia, but she didn't mind. He was hers...and she loved him. She ran her hands over his sleeping form, and whispered "I love you daddy." She crushed out her smoke, and layed down next to him. Her ass leaking his cum as she cuddled him and fell into a better sleep than she had ever had. My Wedding A brief story which explains how I became the slave that I am and sets the scene for any further stories from my life. I first met my Mistress when I started to visit Her when She was a professional Dominatrix at a dungeon in my city. After my very first session I was bewitched by her and the power she had over me and I started to visit Her most weeks. She quickly taught me to be completely obedient and stretched all of my limits further than I had ever imagined possible. After some time She and the other Mistresses at the dungeon accepted me as a slave and to my surprise I was offered the chance to become a house slave at the dungeon and was only too keen to accept. This meant that I spent each Saturday and Sunday at the dungeon where I was kept naked and required to serve all of the Mistresses in any way they wished. This involved waiting on them in their spare time and cleaning the two dungeons after each session which the Mistresses had with their clients. If any of their clients wanted the services of a slave in their session then of course I was required to meet whatever they requested. This included young women who wished to be taught how to become Mistresses in which case I would be placed in the cage before they arrived so that the trainee Mistress could fetch me from there into the dungeon. There I was used for them to learn the use of various whips and canes and in some cases learn how to carry out anal fisting or ball busting under the instruction of one of the House Mistresses Although I was required to serve all of the Mistresses I still thought of myself as a slave to my Mistress. After many months of this service I was horrified when my Mistress suddenly announced that, as She had a good income from Her second interest as a writer, She had decided to retire from Her work as a Dominatrix. She explained that She didn't get the satisfaction She wanted as a Dominatrix because, as the clients paid for the Mistress to satisfy their fantasies, although She enjoyed the power and the opportunities to satisfy Her sadistic desires, the truth was that the clients were deciding what happened and therefore "topping from the bottom". Although I could still carry on as a house slave my real devotion was to my Mistress so I begged and begged Her to be allowed to continue as Her personal slave and, as I had just been made redundant from my job, I explained that I could be Her personal full time live in slave if only She was willing to have me. Since I would have no rights whatsoever there would be no chance for me to "top from the bottom". My Mistress eventually agreed to let me have a trial period as a live in full time slave with the same relationship as we had had with me as Her slave at the dungeon. I moved in to Her home and took on all of the domestic duties and my Mistress started to train me afresh to be Her complete slave with the understanding that She had total ownership of me. After several months of training and with me being even more committed to serving Her as my Mistress we both agreed that the life we were living was what we both wanted and agreed to make the arrangement permanent. As I had no other commitments it was agreed that I would dispose of all of my assets and put them all in my Mistress's name. I was not concerned about this arrangement but my Mistress insisted that I needed some protection in case anything happened to Her and to my astonishment said She thought the best answer was that we should get married. She made it clear that this would change nothing in the way we lived and that in particular I should understand that I would never have the privilege of having sexual intercourse with Her. Once I had agreed to this She made all of the arrangements for the wedding and invited Her closest friends and all of the mistresses from the dungeon. I had no one I wished to invite but it was made clear that even if I had it would not have been allowed. The ceremony was very brief and it greatly amused Mistress's friends when I was the one who promised to love, honour and obey. After I had placed a ring on Her finger my Mistress placed a new collar round my neck and fastened it with a padlock. When the registrar then said I could kiss the bride Mistress held out Her right foot and I knelt and kissed Her shoe. She then held out Her left foot and I kissed that. After the legal paperwork was completed everyone went on to Mistress's house where I had been instructed to have a large buffet ready prepared for the guests. When my wife and I arrived I was ordered to strip naked as I normally would in the house and to greet the guests, take their coats and serve their drinks. There was great merriment around my Mistress as the guests gathered round and enjoyed the food and drink. I was not allowed to eat or drink but was kept busy serving everyone and of course in particular my new wife. When everyone had finished eating Mistress announced that She wanted me to be able to celebrate my marriage in the best way which my status allowed. With that She placed a coffee table in the middle of the room and produced Her favourite butt plug and fastened its sucker base to the table. The plug was one She had trained me with and was the enormous "fat man in a barrel" plug. I was then ordered to lubricate it and lower myself onto it until it was fully buried. She then asked the guests to count out loud as I repeatedly lifted myself off it and then lowered again. With each penetration the huge plug massaged and squeezed my prostate and I started to feel cum dribbling from me and then from my chastity cage into my dog food bowl which Mistress placed between my legs. I had no sense of orgasm just the gentle oozing from me as I was milked. When the count reached 50 Mistress told me to stop and to go round amongst the guests showing them all how much cum I had produced into my bowl. Of course I was then ordered to lick the bowl clean and to clear away the plug and table. After that the guests started to drift away and I had to fetch their belongings and see them out. When the guests had left I was allowed to fill my bowl with the left overs of the buffet and to eat that before I had to clear everything away and wash up. When all of my duties were done I finally went to bed on my bed roll on the floor at the foot of Mistress's bed as I normally did. That was when to my horror my wife came to bed accompanied by one of her guests who I hadn't realised had stayed behind, and he and my new wife undressed and walked past me and went to bed together. I lay on the floor listening to this stranger making passionate love to my bride. When it eventually went quiet I was at last able to go to sleep. However I woke twice more during the night to hear them yet again having wild sex a few feet from my head. That is how I spent my wedding night. My Wedding Most of my friends have asked me, at one time or another, whether I have always been such a slut. Most of them didn't use that specific word, of course, although a couple did, but that was what they meant. My answer is always the same. I say 'as far as I can remember, yes'. Take the tale of my wedding, for instance. The story really starts five days before the wedding, at my hen party. There were seven of us, all friends made at college, all fairly attractive women, two were already married, only one of us wasn't in a relationship, she had recently thrown her boyfriend out for cheating on her with a work colleague. What she didn't know was that he had also fucked me, on several occasions, and I must say, he was pretty good in bed. The hen party started in a pub which was considered cool by the under 30s, it had a DJ although no-one danced there. We had quite a few drinks and we soon became loud and lewd, telling each other stories of men we'd slept with, men who'd groped us, and so on. At about ten o'clock we moved on to a night club, where lots of people were dancing, the music was loud, the lighting subdued, and there were a lot of horny men in their mid twenties, sizing up the talent. We all hit the bar first, which took ages, as it was so crowded, but eventually we were beside the dance floor with our drinks. I reached into my handbag and pulled out a flask covered in bright pink leather, and poured the contents, neat gin, into the glass of tonic I'd bought at the bar. I carefully closed the flask and put it away, then downed the G & T in one go. I put my glass down on a table and walked to the middle of the floor, put my handbag on the floor between my feet and started to dance. I had only been dancing for five or six minutes when a guy asked if he could dance with me. He wasn't bad looking, not spectacular but good enough. We danced through a couple of dances, then he offered to buy me a drink, and since he was paying I asked for Prosecco, which, unfortunately for him they didn't offer by the glass, so he bought a bottle which set him back £30. I hadn't had sex for a few days, due to all the wedding preparations, so I was pretty horny, and in view of his financial shock, buying the fizz, I decided to make him an offer he couldn't refuse. "I live ten minutes from here, why don't we take the bottle and have a private party?" For a few seconds he stood looking at me with his mouth open and an incredulous look on his face. Finally he closed his mouth and started to smile, still hesitant, worrying that he'd either mis heard me or misunderstood. "That sounds great!" He finally said. "Come on then, unless you want me to choose someone else?" I threatened. I gave him my glass, to add to the bottle and his glass which he was already carrying, and turned and walked decisively towards the door. In a little over ten minutes I was opening the front door to my apartment. "Bring the bottle and glasses through to my bedroom, open the bottle and pour the drinks while I have a pee." I instructed. While the guy started to fiddle with the foil and wire, I walked into my en-suite, lifted the toilet seat, turned around to face my potential lover, hoisted my skirt, took down my panties and sat down. He was back to staring with his mouth open again. "Most guys get turned on watching a beautiful woman peeing, so I thought I would give you a treat. Please hurry up and open the bottle, I'm thirsty." "Oh, right, sorry," he stammered, finally getting some Prosecco into the glass, "shall I bring it to you now?" "Of course," he brought me the glass of wine as my pee started squirting into the toilet bowl, "now get on your knees and remove my shoes and panties. You can put your head between my legs and really enjoy the scent of my woman pee." He obeyed instantly, so I leaned back a bit, to get my cascading urine nearer to his face. "Good boy," I said, standing up with my legs apart, "I've finished now, so you can lick me clean." He pushed his head between my legs, with his tongue leading the way and started licking up and down my slit. He seemed to be enjoying it almost as much as I was so I stripped off my dress and bra and led him by his hair to the bed. "Strip quickly!" I instructed. He wasted no time getting his kit off, and I got a chance to get a good look at him. He wasn't bad looking, fairly well toned, with a semi hard cock of promising proportions. I lay down, with my legs dangling over the side of the bed. He got the idea quickly, positioning himself between my legs and leaning forward to get his tongue to work. He turned out to be pretty good with his tongue, tracing up and down my pussy lips, pushing his erect tongue into my moistening cave, then flicking up and down over my engorged clit. "Hmnn, that's very nice, keep doing that, give me a nice orgasm, then you can fuck me." I promised. He turned out to be both obedient and diligent, two excellent qualities in a lover, but he didn't have that 'Je ne said quoi' which makes sex thrilling rather than just fun. Anyway, he succeeded in making me cum, before he climbed onto the bed between my legs and offered his erect cock to my pussy. I guided him in, then grabbed his cute arse with both hands and pulled hard. I wasn't disappointed with his cock, it must have been seven or so inches long, and was nice and hard, so I let him bang away at me until he was getting close to his climax. "I'm not going to cum like this, but I'll let you cum inside me, as long as you promise to lick me to orgasm after you've cum, deal?" "I..um..I guess so." He stuttered, but I knew that he was too far gone to stop. I grabbed his balls and squeezed hard as he started to explode inside me. As his orgasm slowed down I kept up the pressure on his balls. "Time for you to fulfil your promise, down boy," I ordered as I pressed on the top of his head, releasing his balls, "take your time, I want a really nice, slow, building climax." He may have been reluctant to lick up his own cum, but I didn't ask him, because I didn't care. Well, that isn't quite true, I have always been a little turned on when I make guys go down on me after they've cum inside me. These days, I make my husband go down on me when other men have cum inside me, and he rarely gets to cum at all! Anyway, he gave no indication that he wasn't enjoying his allotted task, and followed my instructions to the letter. I loved every lick, as he slowly built my excitement, step by exquisite step, getting his tongue as far into me as he could manage, flicking over my clit, licking my pussy lips, licking my arse, pushing his tongue into my bum as far as he could. Finally he drove me over the edge into a fantastic explosive orgasm, which seemed to go on forever. To help me my new lover kept up the tongue action all through my orgasm until I pushed his head away. As my orgasm slowed to a stop, I looked at the guy who had just fucked me and licked me to orgasm and realised that I was bored with him already. As he was getting onto his feet, his crotch was quite close to my right foot, so I seized the initiative and kicked his balls as hard as I could. He wailed in agony and collapsed to the floor beside the bed, where he lay groaning, curled up in a foetal position. I couldn't get to his balls again so I kicked his arse. "Get out, now! I'm bored with you!" I shouted at him, kicking his arse again and again. As he scrambled away, trying to dress whilst avoiding my kicks, I collapsed in hysterical laughter, he just seemed so pathetic. I finally managed to get myself under control, and slipped my dress over my head, and climbed into my high heels. I didn't bother with underwear as I was hoping to get laid again before the night was over. I tottered on my very high heels back towards the town centre and the club. I could feel cum trickling down the inside of both bare thighs, and I smiled to myself at how really bad a girl I was. Five days before my wedding and I was nearly naked, with a pussy dribbling cum, going back to a club to get myself fucked by a different guy. As I pushed my way through the packed club, heading for the crowded dance floor, a hunky gorgeous guy stepped in front of me. "Hi sexy woman, you look as though you've just been fucked!" He challenged, putting his left hand behind my head. He pulled my head towards his face and started kissing me roughly, but passionately, thrusting his tongue around my mouth, orally invading me. I felt his right hand between my knees, sliding up the inside of my thighs, pushing the hem of my dress up. "So, I was right, your thighs are slimy with cum." His hand reached my fetid sex, and his fingers pressed inside my vagina without pausing. "Come on, I need to give you a proper fucking." He announced, removing his fingers, and pulling me towards the door with the hand which wasn't sticky. The brute dragged me around to the back of the club, where there were a lot of parked cars, and a couple of taxis sitting with their engines idling. We reached a fairly dark area, and he led me towards the front of a battered old Ford Focus, and roughly pushed me forward over the dirty bonnet. He kicked my feet apart, hurting my ankle as my heels twisted, lifted the back of my dress, and plunged his hard cock balls deep into my pussy. There was no finesse about this guy's lovemaking, he didn't attempt to seduce me, he just selfishly fucked me. His cock was big, rock hard, and he used it like a jack hammer, pounding in and out of my grateful pussy. After a few minutes I could feel my orgasm starting, and as he rammed repeatedly in and out, I got closer and closer to my third climax of the evening. Then he pulled out! I couldn't believe it, neither of us had cum. Then I found out what his plan was. I felt the head of his cock pressing against my little, brown rear entrance, he grabbed my hips with both hands, pulled hard, pushed hard, and was straight in, up to the hilt. He started pumping again, and with each forward thrust his balls whacked onto my clit. I knew I wouldn't last long under that onslaught, which was good because I could hear his ragged breathing, and after maybe thirty seconds he cried out, and I felt the hot splash of his cum deep inside me. That was all the trigger I needed, and my climax crashed over the whole of my lower body. The ripples seemed to go on and on, even after my mystery lover had pulled out and zipped himself up. I straightened up and turned around, but he was already walking away. I wasn't a bit bored with him, and I knew that if I saw him again, I wouldn't be able to say no to any type of sex he wanted, which brings me back to my wedding day. The wedding went well, I looked radiant in my white wedding dress, Rob looked fantastic, and I was very happy. We all had lunch, which for some reason was called breakfast, and we had a suite booked in the same hotel as the reception, so we could dance until fairly late and then drop into bed. With lunch and all the speeches over, I decided to go up to the room and change out of my wedding dress and into my evening glad rags. As I crossed the lobby heading for the lift I encountered my rough lover from the hen party. "What are you doing here?" I asked, somewhat shocked to see him. "Attending your wedding, my girlfriend is a friend of yours apparently." "Oh my God!" I cried out, panicking that I would get found out. "So where are you off to now?" He asked, heading towards the lift with me. "To my room to get changed," I answered as we both entered the lift and I pressed the button to go to my floor, "where are you going?" "To your room to help you." He answered, bold as brass and cool as a cucumber. "Really, well we'll have to be quick." I said, immediately getting excited at the thought of being fucked again by this sexy man. He wasted no time in attacking me, kissing me passionately while thrusting his hands up my dress and pulling my knickers down. With my co-operation he removed them completely and slipped them into his pocket. Unfortunately, just as he started getting his hand up my dress again, the lift stopped and the doors started to open. My lover dropped my hem and spun around so he had his back to me, and a little old lady got in. "Don't stop because of me," she said, "I like watching people have sex." The doors closed and my lover turned back round and reinserted his hand up my dress. "Does that feel nice dear?" The old lady asked, "are his fingers right inside you?" "Yes they are, and it feels fantastic!" I answered. I was so excited by this weird situation, that I could feel my climax approaching. "He isn't your husband, is he?" She asked, as my climax got closer. "No, I don't even know his name." The old lady pressed the button for the top floor, to give me more time, so the lift stopped at my floor, then set off again. I had been slightly distracted by her questions, and the button pressing. "Fuck her boy!" She told my lover. That did it, just as the lift stopped at the top floor, my climax hit. My lover was still going strong, so the lady pressed several consecutive buttons, plus the one I had pressed for my floor. "Pull your cock out, she's climaxed and you need to keep your powder dry." The old lady instructed. My lover obeyed, withdrawing from my sloppy pussy. "Turn around, I want to see it." She ordered. "Wow, that's quite a whopper, is it bigger than your new husband's?" She asked. "Yes, quite a bit." I answered truthfully. "Well, have fun, you're only young once. This is my floor." She announced, grabbing my man's erect cock as she got off the lift. I thought she was going to pull him off the lift, but she let go at the last minute. In moments the lift was at my floor, and my lover stuffed his cock into his trousers, as we rushed to my room. Once in the door, we both ran for the bed, and as I was in front I dived headlong onto the bed, and a split second later I felt the back of my dress being pulled up. He lifted me onto my knees then rammed into my tender pussy. "What's your name?" I panted. "Bradley, you can call me Brad." He answered, also with ragged breaths. "Brad, I'm going to cum!" I squealed. "Me to." He announced, whacking my bum with his hand. I felt him twitching, just as my own climax started. My pussy was still convulsing as I reached behind me and pushed him out. I tore my dress off and threw it on the bed, grabbed my party dress, and dragged it over my head, I put on high heels and ran for the door. "Come on," I urged, "I should have been back ages ago." It was only as the lift started descending that I remembered I hadn't put any panties on. Brad's cum was starting to creep down the insides of my thighs. If Rob puts his hand up my dress he'll know what I've been doing, I thought to myself. "Crikey, you were a long time!" Rob exclaimed. "Sorry an old lady cornered me in the lift and she wouldn't stop talking." I explained, telling a half truth. "Really? Are you sure you weren't accosted by some hunk, who fucked you in your wedding dress?" He asked, in what I hoped was a joking voice. "Of course, how did you guess?" I answered, laughing. Rob laughed too, and kissed me lovingly. Whew, that was close! I thought, so, as you see, I really am a total slut. My Wedding Date It all started as a bet. A high dollar bet. I worked in the advertising business in graphic art. I'd always been a creative type. I was single and living the high life in the big city. The business I worked for was making great income so I was paid well and my bosses were always throwing money around. I was going to clubs about 5 nights a week, meeting plenty of girls and getting laid a lot. LIFE WAS GOOD. One day in the break room at work a co-worker named Darren was talking about a wedding he had to attend the following month in Seattle where he wasn't going to know anyone but the groom. He was worried about being bored silly but he was single and didn't want the baggage of taking a date. I listened and said, "just take a friend...I'd love to see Seattle." He laughed and said taking a guy wasn't exactly the right message he wanted to send to people he didn't know. I shrugged it off and went back to work. Later that afternoon, my boss Jen called me into her office. Darren was in there too. Jen smiled at me and said "I have a proposition to get you to Seattle with Darren." My eyes widened, and I asked her to explain. She paused and then began. "You know how Darren's boss and I are always making a little friendly competition. I heard your conversation about going to Seattle and had a crazy idea. I think I could teach you to dress and act like a girl and make you passable enough to be Darren's date. Darren's agreed to the idea." My immediate response was "You've got to be kidding Jen. I don't want to see Seattle that badly and if you haven't noticed...I'm a man." Jen then shocked me by saying "I have twenty thousand dollars riding on your ability to pass. I'll cut you and Darren each five thousand of that if you pull it off." Bewildered, I just stared a minute. I'd never thought about dressing like a girl. I certainly wasn't gay and knew Darren wasn't. Then my creative juices started to flow. I DID want to see Seattle and would do it nearly cost free this way PLUS an extra $5k cash if I pulled that off. How bad could it be? I looked at Darren and he nodded approval. I looked back at Jen and slowly said "Ok Jen. Let's make some cash" Over the next month, Jen came over to my apartment several times. Initially she brought shoes, dresses, and makeup. We went over a more feminine walk, getting comfortable in a dress, talking like a girl, and how to apply makeup. I struggled with the shoes most of all. Heels are hard to walk in but I knew I had to pick it up if I was going to pass. She also gave me the female name of "Amanda" and began to use that solely during our sessions. As the wedding weekend grew closer, Jen started to work with my hair. Fortunately, I have blond hair that I wore in a tail at the time. She helped style it with more body and a more feminine look. The rest of my body was thin of build but with about 10 extra pounds that situated near my hips and butt. I didn't have hair on my chest or back but did of course on my legs which she had me start shaving regularly. The Thursday before the wedding Jen came over for her last session. Arriving, she said "Ok Amanda. We've covered walking, talking, your hair, your makeup, your dress, and your name. But we haven't covered what's going to be under that dress." She reached into her handbag and pulled out a set of false breasts. I looked at her skeptically but she said without any breasts at all, my dress wouldn't lay right and I'd fail for sure. She explained the cocktail dress she'd chosen went high enough toward my neck and had enough on each sleeve that these forms wouldn't show at all. I realized she was right so I took them and the bra she handed me. I removed my shirt and fumbled with the bra. "Here, let me help" Jen said. She showed me to place the bra to my chest and reach back to fasten it. Then insert the forms. I looked down at my new rack. "B-Cup?" I asked. "No, C, nice ones I might add" she replied, which made me giggle. Then she went to her bag again and to my surprise pulled out a garter thong and stockings. "What? Why do I need hose of any kind?" Jen asked me to trust her and explained I needed the hose to keep my legs feminine, the thong to help feminize my butt and that true pantyhose would distract from the thong's effect. Hence, the garter and stockings. Grudgingly, I put it all on and came back to the living room feeling very immodest. Jen looked at me and said "wow, you just might get lucky Amanda." "SHUT UP!" I told her laughingly. "This is for $5k and a trip to Seattle". She just shrugged and laughed. After that I tried on the cocktail dress, slipped into my heels, and did my makeup and hair. Looking at myself in the mirror I really was impressed and for the first time began to believe we might win the bet. While looking at myself, I heard Jen open my front door and say "Hello Darren." For a moment I panicked before it hit me that he would be my "date" to a wedding while I was dressed just like this. Nervously, I walked back to the living room. Jen looked at me and said "Darren, I'd like you to meet your date Amanda." Darren was clearly taken aback. I think he expected to see me as I look at work with maybe a touch of makeup and a skirt. It took him a minute to even say hello. In his eyes I thought I saw a bit of attraction even. Strangely, it didn't creep me out. I kind of liked the control I had. Jen said "ok lovebirds, the last part of my planning is making sure you guys can walk and dance together." She worked on walking with me on Darren's arm and then some slow dancing. I was uncomfortable as the woman in a dance, but found it easy to follow his lead and we kept it all pretty basic. Finally Jen looked at us both and said "my work here is done. Good luck and bring home the prize." After they both went home, I packed up everything she'd given me and went to bed, excited for the trip but terrified for being a woman in public. Darren and I flew out the next day. I was travelling as a regular man so it looked like two co-workers travelling together. We got in late and night and checked in. I thought about going out for the night but decided to get rested. The wedding was at 2pm the next day. We weren't sharing rooms so I had a peaceful slumber. The next morning, I started to get ready. Unpacking my wedding attire, I noticed a plastic bag I hadn't packed. Pulling it out and opening it, I saw it contained a red silk babydoll and a note from Jen. "Amanda, one last tip. Shave everywhere and here's a little gift just in case you feel extra feminine at night." "Good God," I thought in frustration. After unpacking everything, I showered and did shave everywhere. I normally shaved my pubic hair so that part was easy. I also shaved behind my balls and up my ass and gave my legs a fresh shave to silk them up. I pulled on my garter thong and bra and then sat in front of the mirror to do my makeup and hair. The makeup was fairly basic to avoid complications but I had a nice eye shadow, eyeliner, foundation, blush and of course red lipstick. Happy with the results I watched myself in the mirror as I fastened on a necklace, bracelet and earrings (both ears were already pierced, making that part easy) and then pulled up my stockings. I have to admit, I did look sexy. Finally, I stepped into the light green dress and my heels. Looking for flaws in the mirror I began to really feel feminine. I reached up to touch my breast and gave a pouting look to myself. I was ready to tackle the challenge and called Darren to tell him. He knocked on my door and when I opened it he again had a look of shock. "You look great Amanda." I smiled and told him he did as well. Darren is a good looking man at 6'2" with short brown hair, deep blue eyes, and an athletic body. He was in an olive suit that fit him well and it made me feel good to know he found me attractive as a woman. Taking his arm, we walked to the elevator and into my first public outing. We took a cab to the wedding and I swear the cabbie was giving me eyes. Stepping out walking into the church, Darren kept me close by. We were seated by the usher and so far so good. As we sat and chatted, Darren took my hand and held it. We'd discussed wanting to look like we were together and this was part of that role. The wedding itself was nice and very romantic. Most of the lady guests were sitting close to their dates and though it sounds cliched, love was in the air. I even felt a bit like a date in love myself. After the wedding we had a drink in the hotel bar before the reception started. We both agreed everything was working well and that we just had to keep it up. Gathering courage once again, we headed to the reception. The first real test for me was meeting Darren's friend the groom. He of course wanted to know all about Darren's date, how we met, how long we'd been together, why Darren hadn't told him about me, etc. Between laughing and teasing, I think we passed it all. Early on then, the reception was a bit dull. We were seated with some older couples and other than one of the men staring at my chest, it was pretty uneventful. At one point Darren whispered in my ear, "after a couple dances, you can go upstairs if you want. I think we've won the bet." Feeling released and excited, I found myself loosening up a lot. I excused myself to go get a drink and while ordering, felt a hand on my back. I turned and it was Darren. "Hey, I had to get out of there for now too. Our table sucks." I laughed in agreement and then handed him his drink. I realized then he hadn't moved his hand from my back. He sat on the stool next to me and kept it there while he took a drink. I figured we'd stick with appearances as well and placed my hand on his leg giving him a wink. "We pulled it off didn't we." "Better than I ever dreamed" he replied as he smiled and stared into my eyes. For just a moment I really felt like he wanted to make a move on me, but snapping into reality I moved my hand and said "the music is starting, we should go back in and dance." They started with a cheesy slow song and Darren and I danced on the floor with all the other couples. He held me close to him and we just moved together not talking. I began to realize that his move in the bar had been true attraction, even if it was subconscious. Now his hands strayed lower on my back. I was so torn between melting at his attraction but knowing and feeling like the man I was. When another slow song came on and we maintained our positions, I whispered in his ear, "are you trying to get lucky here?" and smiled at him. His slow reply was "I've just never had such a sexy date to dance with." With that, I did melt and leaned in to give him a quick peck on his cheek. He smiled back at me and then gently lifted my chin and slowly kissed me on the lips. Though nervous, and confused, I found myself liking it. A lot. His lips were coarser than girls I've kissed and had a salty taste to them. His hand then completely crossed the curvature of my butt and I began to realize I was his date, his girl and that I wanted him sexually, as a girl. As the song ended, I pulled away from him and said "I'm going to take you up on that offer and head upstairs." He looked crestfallen as I turned and took a couple steps. Turning back I said "aren't you coming?" He gave the biggest smile I'd ever seen from him and walked to me. With his arm around me we entered the elevator and as soon as the door closed he kissed me again. I kissed back with more passion this time, amazed at how badly I wanted to keep kissing him and more. We got to my room and I pinned him against the wall in a deep passionate kiss. Our tongues intertwined and my body was rubbing against his. He reached behind me and started to part my dress over my shoulders. It fell to the floor and I felt exposed but sexy to him. He kissed me again as his hand moved to caress my breasts. Suddenly, I remembered the babydoll Jen had packed for me and wanted it. "Darren, let me change into something for you. 10 seconds." I quickly slipped into the babydoll, taking my breast forms and placing them in as well. I left my corset and stockings on. I walked back and as I approached him, his desire was apparent. "Do you like it?" I asked. "I want you" was his simple reply. I kissed him again and began undoing the buttons on his shirt. He was not wearing an undershirt and I rubbed his firm chest with my hands. He leaned his head back and inhaled deeply. That gave me an opening to lean in and lick his chest. God it was sexy. Light brown hair that wasn't thick. He rubbed the back of my hair and moaned my name. I realized what came next and I was ready. I slowly pushed him to seating in the hotel room chair and then followed him down ending on my knees. Kissing and licking his stomach I reached for his zipper. Like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, I unfastened his pants and gave his legs a tug to get his crotch in a better position. Then I reached in and grabbed his cock. Darren gasped at my touch. I pulled his cock out to view and figured it must have been 7" long. Much bigger than mine. As I lowered my head to it, I thought "you go girl" and with excitement, I led the head into my waiting lips for my first taste of cock. Like the rest of him, it had a more salty taste than girls. His smell was masculine but pleasant. His breathing accelerated quickly as I started to slowly slide up and down like girls have done to me. My left hand moved to caress his balls. I was only able to take about 4" before I was afraid of gagging. He didn't seem to mind as his breathing and moaning continued. He also began to rub my hair with both hands. God I was 100% girl. I wanted to satisfy him. I picked up my pace and could tell he was getting into a rhythm with me. I wasn't sure if he was going to cum in my mouth but as his breathing got shallow and his hips started to buck, I had my answer. I braced myself, and he exploded into my mouth. The taste was as I'd heard, subtly sweet, and oyster salty. I swallowed all of it and then kissed his cock as he slowly got his breath back. I lean up and rested my head on his belly. After a moment or two, he pulled my head up and kissed me deeply which made me happy since I'd just swallowed his semen. He pulled me to my feet and led me to the bed and laid me down. He then laid on top of me and told me how fantastic that was. As we started to make out his hands reached down to unclasp my stockings and pull down my thong. He slid down, pausing to kiss my breasts. I wanted so badly for them to be real. Getting lower he parted my legs. My dick was so hard and he commented about what a nice clit I had. He kissed and licked it a few times, then worked to my balls and finally lifted my legs. I was not expecting this at all! I gasped as he began to work his tongue around my asshole. God it felt good and he seemed to be liking it. As I writhed in pleasure, I felt some pressure against it and realized he was inserting a finger. I did my best to relax and let him in. Slowly it worked and he began to wriggle it gently around in me. It felt very nice to me and I encouraged him with my moans. "God Darren that feels wonderful" I whispered. "Are you my girl Amanda?" he asked. I moaned an "mmm hmm" to him and then, when I was at the peak of pleasure I shouted "make love to me Darren. Make me your girl." With that, he slid back up me, hiked my legs in the air over his shoulder and positioned himself to enter me. "Are you ready for this Amanda?" Again, an "mmm hmm" and smile from me. As he slowly pushed inside, the size overwhelmed me. I'm sure I had a look of pain on my face. He slowed down and said "I'm hurting you." I whispered "go slowly but please don't stop". Between his licking of me and my saliva on him, we were well enough lubricated and after a few shorter slow thrusts, he gently entered me entirely. The pressure in my ass was intense but so was the pleasure of taking him. He held it in me for a long moment while I leaned up to kiss him. Then, he started fucking me. My ass relaxed and I was into it. He wasn't thrusting hard but had a rhythm going. He also began to stroke me which felt wonderful. I told him I loved having him inside me and that seemed to really turn him on. I could feel his cockhead raking across my prostate and began to head toward an orgasm. My hands reached around his back to brace myself to him. "Keep fucking me Darren....keep fucking me" escaped my lips. He picked up his rhythm getting me so close....so close..until I cried out and felt a wetness growing on my stomach. Now it was my turn to breathe heavy. After my orgasm, Darren rolled my legs together and me onto my side with him behind me. His cock never left me completely during the move. I knew he was ready to cum himself and he wanted this position. Now his pace really picked up. I was truly getting fucked. I moaned hard with each thrust, always having loved girls who did that with me. He was like a piston driving in and out. I was so ready to take his load. Finally he paused for a second, held his breath, and nailed into me holding the position. I felt his cock convulse and knew I was taking his semen. When he finally stopped thrusting we just lay there. Him slowly softening inside me, his girl. Eventually we separated. He rolled to his back and I nestled my head in between his chest and shoulder, kissing his chest periodically. His arm was caressing my hair and shoulders and I drifted to sleep to dream about my own wedding....to my own man Darren. My Wedding Day My name is Gisela. I had lived with my sister and her family since I was 13, and had lost my virginity to Ronnie, my brother on my 18th birthday. We had been having an affair ever since, and he had shared me with several of his friends. My sister had absolutely no idea of what was going on. Anyway, I was now 21 and it was my wedding day, and Ronnie was to give me away. He hadn’t been happy when I had met Vic, a soldier, and we had decided to get married. Ronnie made me tell him everything that Vic and I did in minute detail as he fucked me. He fucked me most days, or at least had me give him a blow job even when the family was in the house – dangerous but very exciting On my wedding day everyone had left for the church, leaving Ronnie and I alone to wait for the wedding car. I was dressed traditionally - a long white satin gown with all the trimmings. I had taken care to wear lovely new white lingerie, stockings, garter belt, thong, and bra, and also a lacy blue garter on my right thigh and white satin heels. As soon as we were alone Ronnie took my hand. “Gisela, I’m going to fuck you for your last time as a single girl.” he said in a voice hoarse with desire, and I flushed. “But the car will be here in 15 minutes and we’re fully dressed.” I replied. That wasn’t going to deter him. Ronnie made me bend at the waist, resting my hands on the back of an armchair, and I felt him pushing the train of my wedding dress to one side as he lifted the dress over my hips to rest it on my back. His fingers eased my thong from my crack and I opened my feet wider and bent my knees slightly to give him better access to my hot cunt. I felt his cock nudging at my pussy lips and slowly start to penetrate me as I eased my hips back to take his whole cock. A finger penetrated my ass as he started to fuck me hard. There was no finesse, just animal fucking, and I was loving it. I orgasmed quickly and felt Ronnie’s hot cum jetting deep into me. His softening cock slid out of me, and I tried to turn to lick his cock clean, as he always required, but he pushed me away. “No, not this time Gisela, I don’t want to spoil your make-up.” he said, and then noticed I was reaching for a tissue to wipe my cunt dry. “NO!” he said sharply “I want my cum in you as we walk down the aisle. I want you wet and sticky with my cum, and smelling of fucking.” The car arrived then, and after adjusting our clothing we were soon being whisked to the church, which was only a few minutes drive. At the church door I stopped, knowing that I was flushed and hoping no-one would suspect that I had just been fucked by my brother, but also not really caring if they did. “Your cum is trickling out of my cunt Ronnie” I whispered as we started down the aisle, and he just grinned and squeezed my arm. I could feel the cum on the insides of my thighs above my stocking tops, and I couldn’t believe that people couldn’t smell the sex on me. “That’s lovely Gisela.” he whispered back, “Just keep thinking what a slut you are to let another man fuck you on your wedding day.” The wedding seemed to fly past and at the Reception the drinking and dancing started and eventually Ronnie asked me to dance. “Thank you for fucking me earlier Ronnie.” I told him. “It was so exciting.” “I haven’t finished yet Gisela,” he replied, “Now that you are married I’m going to be the first guy to fuck you as a married woman.” His hips pushed forward and I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. “You want my dick fucking you again real soon?” “Oh Ronnie, I want your cock again so bad,” I whispered, “You are the best fuck I ever had.” It made me so excited knowing how wicked I was being, but I was getting hotter and hotter for Ronnie’s hard cock – I was his slut to do with as he wanted, even on my wedding day, and he knew it. To be continued.