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Meanwhile...

By: Arma



The waters glinted and dazzled under the same white hot sun that also beat down upon his shoulders as he walked across the green grass. The cloudless blue sky seemed to expand from the heat and stretch in all directions forever even over the distant hills that turned shades of baked gold and browns every summer. The hyperactive laughter of children fluttered wildly opposed to the languid buzzing of adult conversations. With each step he felt the warm blades of green grass between his toes and with each step he crushed one of the various small, white and yellow flowers. A little distance away there was a birthday party where music thrived across the heat stricken atmosphere. 

Each step brought him closure to his campaign to beat the constant heat. Rehab thought about the up coming school semester that was still months away even as he kneeled touching the water with a light brown hand. Waving his hand back and fourth through the water, he brought his hand up and let the transparent liquid seep through his fingers. Out across the glimmering surface laid the red buoys, bobbing up and down lazily like reluctant sentinels. He stepped in and a chill ran up from his ankle, through his calf, jolting his knee, climbing his thigh, passing his groin and shooting all the way up his spine. Taking a step back with a shiver, Rehab laughed before braving the first step once more. There came the second step, then the third, which led to the fourth and the fifth. His calf submerged into the clear, awaiting water before his knees and thighs followed. The fabric of his shorts began to soak up the water and the color began to darken.

The quiet mechanical buzz of a small plane cutting across the bright summer sky caused Rehab to look up at what appeared as nothing more then a glinting silhouette. Just a little ways away a group of children splashed and played near the waters edge, their dark and light skins glinting with the water that they frolicked in. The scent of water and barbeque hung on the dry summer air and Rehab waded in to the water until his waist sunk under its depths, each step caused his toes to sink into the perpetually wet sand. The kids caused water to suddenly leap and slap against his back as they ran past still chasing one another, their laughter dancing higher and higher into the air as the game grew in fever but became more and more distant.

Rehab frowned before turning back to the water, his mind drifting to the people he was suppose to meet up with later that evening and the bridge that would serve as the perch. Deeper into the waters, it ran cold over his stomach and finally submerged his chest. Then he was off, splashing through the cool waters before cutting across it more smoothly as he began to swim. The day was beautiful and the water felt good against Rehab's nearly sun baked skin. It invited him in a cool embrace from the fire above. Peering through his watery vision that seen in-between the splashing water, he could see the red, lazily bobbing buoy. Rehab's limbs stretched and his muscles flexed as they pulled him across the surface of the lake.

Contracting, sharp knotted and contorting pain erupted in his lower side; the pain caused him to take a sudden sharp breath that was met only by the transparent liquid he was surrounded by. His eyes exploded wide open at the realization of a cramp as it gnawed viciously at his side like an internal beast. Rahab's limbs began to rabidly lose power and staying afloat became a difficult chore instead of a leisurely pleasure. The water was steadily trying to rise above his ears, kicking only caused him to bob; more water routed the air from his lungs when he took another sharp breath. Meanwhile...

Bronco Billy's Pizza Parlor was nearly empty on that lazy afternoon and Alanis Morissette's "You learn." was playing over speakers hidden some where in the rustic, polished wood ceiling with its tremendous beams. Near the arcades the scent of sweet perfume and hot pizza lingered on the air. My arms were about Danisha's small waist as she leaned against me while I leaned against the wall. Brandon fought a Filipino kid furiously in Street Fighter Alpha. It was their 5th match and Brandon's 3rd quarter. The almost celebrative theme of horns and faux jazz from Ken's stage flipped flopped on the air. I brushed my thumb over Danisha's naval causing her to laugh. Meanwhile...

Rehab's struggle was desperate and the combustible solution of air and water in his lungs burned. The gnawing pain in his lower side became hideous as his muscles struggled to keep him at the surface. The scenery from his viewpoint was a mixture of splashing water and beloved blue skies where the sun stared down callously. He managed to turn himself towards shore where he could barely make out people, no one seemed the wiser. It was his personal struggle as the kids still rushed back and fourth in a feverish frenzy as they squealed and laughed. Another breath burned of water and filled his mouth when he hoped to screamed for help. Meanwhile...

Bobby lay on his family room couch with the sheets of sunlight coming through the sliding floor glass and blinds; they painted a shadow of a tree along the brown carpet. CD cases glinted like flat diamonds along the dark floor. Bobby was asleep on that large gray couch, the oversized earphones resting on his head playing track after track aimlessly, having spun out of control from the few song he wanted to hear originally before falling out of orbit and into sleep. In front of him Little James laid on his stomach with his legs bent at the knee, the black controller of his Sega Genesis aglow by the sun light that only reached his hands. He played one game after another, lost and content in the colorful adventures each cartridge splayed across his screen. Meanwhile...

Rehab's head went under several times and his limbs was growing weak despite the intense fear and panic, despite the tremendous will to want to live on. He could feel the water creeping over his face and the gnawing pain in his side seemed to only intense. His light brown hands made it over the surface above the elbow a few times, trying to gain a hold on something, anything that would end the horror. The sky was vanishing, becoming a shimmering image deluded by the constant encroaching water. He tried to hold his breaths the struggle demanded air, but his breaths swallowed only liquid, his mind panicked, he thought of his family, of his fear, of scriptures of the Holy Qu'ran, his friends, his family, the need for help, the want for air. It all mingled together in one unimaginable thought. Meanwhile...

Music from E-40 played over large speakers that had been turned down only an hour ago. Reshad, Al and my brother Sean were sitting around a large white table outside under the shade of a large gray roof of a gazebo. The scent of freshly cut grass hung heavy in the air and danced with the music even as the piercing whistle of a distant train could be heard passing. They played cards and Sean was in the lead, they joked, talked of the past and dreamt of the future. Meanwhile...

Rehab had gone under and only water responded to his pleads for air, he could feel it all around him. The beloved sky and sun was gone, the heat of the day was a distant memory and he struggled less but still the fire burned hotly in him and the need for escape continued. He kicked and panicked. Rehab thrashed and tried to reclaim the surface, his world had become cold, watery and painful. The thoughts were all still gathered in one unintelligible quagmire of scriptures, faces and fears. Meanwhile...

Most of the light gray, cement basketball court was hidden by the shade of the tremendous trees that lightly waved in the hot, and very limited, summer breezes. The neighborhood of Meridian Court was quiet as almost always. Alvin, Antonio and their friends continued to play their game of basketball as they had been all afternoon. The sunlight filtered through the branches. The flowery, watery and familiar scent of the creek stood still against the constant heart beat of the ball striking the court and the scuffling of sneakers. Meanwhile...

Rehab couldn't think anymore, the thoughts lessened, the fears began to reside and the water burned all the less as it poured inside of him. His lungs didn't ache and the water just wasn't very frightening or cool anymore, he felt his feet touching the bottom and the beloved blue sky let rays of light reach into the watery depths. Though his eyes were open, Rehab couldn't see anything more. The water that filled him quenched the fire within and the struggle ceased along with his heart. The gates to Allah's kingdom opened...

The sun made its journey across the big, bright blue sky and kids continued to play every where. Some people received and gave kisses, others continued to play games, while others still carried on their conversations about things passed and things not yet to come. The train continued down the track intimidating cars to a stop with the blinking of lights and hollering of whistles The warm summer breeze kept the sun on its journey across the beloved sky until it turned gold and the pearl white moon arrived dressed in a gown of twilight and shimmering stars. Upon the bridge a group gathered under the cover of night and talked and laughed, their eyes sometimes straying to the big white moon. Then finally someone laughed and asked the question that the sun had seen but the moon had not been told. 

"Where is Rehab?"

Meanwhile After the Airshow



She looked at him standing next to the tarmac at the air show and boy did she really want him. He had his neck craned up watching the same sight that about 80,000 other people were watching which was a stunt pilot in a red and white striped bi-plane doing an upside down loop.

He wore his custom jeans and chambray shirts that were his uniform when they had been hanging out with a group of their casual friends at a barbecue a couple weeks ago. They had been just off the sand in a dirt spit separating the beach from a crowded parking lot filled kicking back with some beers while cooking up burgers and links. The rest of the crowd had paired off and had taken their food with their blankets to go sit in the warm sand packed tightly beneath their feet. They'd sit down and eat their meal looking out into the sparkling ocean.

The sun had been preparing to set, growing larger on the horizon but still enough light shown down in the water to cast off like little sparkling diamonds curling on top of the waves as they moved towards shore. This wasn't the surfer crowd but some of them would look up and see a batch of them sitting on their boards waiting to catch a couple more waves, always putting off that very last time before calling it a day. The ranching crowd never really hung out with the surfing crowd.

Even when they had gone to the same schools together...Shiloh remembered as she had waited in line behind Logan while he waited for his burger. They'd known each other since they were small growing up about a mile and several years apart, passing each other in the hallways at different schools as they went to their classes and seeing each other around town.

They hadn't spoken much at the barbecue because he had been there with Darlene and she'd hung out with a couple of her friends most of the time but they had made the usual small talk while waiting for their food and she had been looking into his angular face with blue eyes spaced apart and stubble on his face, that matched his dark shock of hair and had enjoyed the view.

Just like she did now at the air show....He stood there probably not knowing how his jeans molded over that finely sculpted ass of his, honed by years of horseback riding and some rodeo riding in the summers. Not seriously like others had done but just to break the monotony in the long hot windy summers of southern Texas. His capable shoulders had grown muscular along with the rest of him when he hit 20 although he'd broken his collarbone twice while rodeo riding. He'd just shrugged it off both times like he did anything else.

She watched as Logan looked out into the runaway where one stunt pilot landed and another one in a shiny World War II era plane revved up his engine to go on deck. The annual air show was one of the few non-rodeo events that brought out a huge crowd. Fold up chairs of different shapes and sizes lined up in rows near the cordoned off zone where the planes were parked and lines snaked for the 15 different types of chicken wings and drinks that were sold in different tents. Military veterans wearing their pins and wings dominated and clustered together, while parents tried to keep their kids from running off.

She didn't think he knew that he had attracted her attention. But she couldn't keep her eyes off of him. Her fingers itched at her sides to run them over the smooth roughness of his shirt, slipping beneath it where surely his muscles would twitch beneath her cool touch. She wanted to taste his mouth, and the raw gaminess of his skin, and she wanted to feel his mouth on her, even where dampness pooled right now between her legs. It almost made her blush to think about it but how could she not, she had wanted him for as long as she could remember.

The day had born heat, and promised to deliver more of the same so that by afternoon, it'd be sizzling. She had worn a light tee-shirt over a camisole and a pair of shorts. She knew she had nice looking legs but she had dressed for comfort...at least that's what she told herself.

The airport had been built next to the ocean and occasionally a blast of salty air wafted in to temper the heat. In fact, she could walk to the end of the viewing area and look out across the parking lot towards the strip of sand where a long row of cabanas had been erected to be rented out by the day, a week or even longer. She looked back at Logan and noticed his eyes were skyward again.

She looked up as the plane circled above, preparing for another stunt.

Logan loved air shows, that went without saying but watching an airplane challenge the laws of gravity as it performed aeronautics was not what had made the fit of his jeans feel a little just now.

The cause of that stood near a line that led to the snow cone booth. Shiloh had always caught his eye mostly when she wasn't looking...he didn't think she'd appreciate his attention given that he wasn't even sure she liked guys. She worked with them and hung out with them so it wasn't about that but she didn't hook up with any as far as he knew except...wait there had been Derek a while back.

Still she stood there all by her lonesome, dressed in shorts that highlighted her curves including an ass that a man would love to put his hands on while...he stopped right there. But then she had that slip of a tee-shirt on and her breasts rounded it out nicely. She wasn't huge on top but she had enough to more than fill a guy's hand if he cupped them and he imagined the rosy tips on them soft until he drew them inside his mouth one at a time.

Damn now he felt more than just a little tight in his jeans...and she turned away from where she stood, showing off her shapely back and lightly muscled shoulders that he knew to be underneath that shirt. Her thick dark hair was drawn back in a headband and off of her face, and her keen eyes probably didn't miss anything in their line of version.

Including him gawking at her most likely...back to focusing on the airplanes and away from Shiloh...because there was no point at looking at someone you could never touch. But even when he focused on the display in the sky, he wondered if she was the kind of woman who liked to be ridden hard and fast or teased with slow strokes until she begged him to up the ante. He could imagine her on top of him, her breasts swaying gently as she did the bump and grind while she rode him home. He'd place his hands around that narrow span of waist and she'd throw her head back, her hair tousled in total abandon as she milked him, as he soared as high as any stunt plane making its ascent.

His heart started beating faster and he knew he had to stop imagining and so he headed to pick up a cola.

Shiloh watched him walk away from where he had been watching the show...no wait he hadn't known she had her eye on him, he had gone off to buy something to drink. She had felt familiar sweat breaking out on her own neck and felt that the temperature had risen quite a few degrees in the past while. Even as the Texas heat taxed airplane engines, it brought out the crowds to the shows as long as plenty of shade existed to retreat under during the hottest parts of the day.

She had gotten some buffalo wings with garlic sauce, her favorite with just a hint of jalapeno added to give it more kick. She watched him in line for a moment but then sighed, and returned to her wings. She plucked the thickest, meatiest one from the paper bowl and brought it to her mouth.

Tasty didn't begin to describe the sensations it elicited from her mouth, hot and spicy, with a hint of sweet tartness in the mix. She reached for her bottle of ice tea and rewarded her mouth with a hefty swallow as she watched the plane take off from the runway to shown in a showy formation above them.

Logan looked back at her and did a double take...as she popped one of those chicken wings into her mouth and her eyes closed as she relished in its flavor...then licking her fingers. Flickers of heat moved through him as he watched her pick up her ice tea bottle and then caress its neck with her mouth as she took a drink. Oh if he hadn't been getting hard already, that would just about do it. She nursed the bottle gently as she drank before withdrawing it, and he sucked in his breath...man imagine what it'd be like if she wrapped those lips around his cock, and drew him slowly inside of her mouth. Sweet heaven, more like it, and if she milked him with some gentle suction...he felt his breath become harder. Would she take him on her knees in front of him or while crouched over him, her hair hiding her face from him, as she lowered her mouth down his shaft.

He loved women doing oral on him and he gave as good as he got in return, and could eat a woman out until she writhed on the bed, clutching the bed sheets with her hands, while she begged him not to stop...before saying she'd die if he didn't. It hadn't been that hard to learn how to treat a woman's pussy right...his first couple of girlfriends had been good at coaching him and he'd been a fast learner.

Man did he want to go down on her, after pulling down those panties and discovering what they covered. He got up to the front of the line and paid for a cola that he downed in one gulp. Then he watched as she finished off the wings and sipped more of that ice tea bottle with that mouth of hers.

There was only one thing left to do.

Shiloh put her wings down and licked her fingers again. She turned to look at the drink line and didn't see Logan there so she looked around and guess he'd disappeared into the crowd.

And then she backed up into something solid...a wall of muscle as it turned out. She turned around abruptly and her mouth dropped open as she saw the man of her fantasies standing behind her.

"Hi Shiloh...didn't know I'd see you here."

Her heart pounded in her ears but she tried to act all casual.

"Oh Logan...Hi...I didn't see you."

Oh she knew she was lying but didn't feel up to confessing that she had been staring at him most of the past hour.

His eyes appraised her.

"You look...nice."

She smiled at him.

"Thanks....you look more than nice."

His mouth twitched and she wondered if he thought what she had said had been funny but hey it was the truth. The guy always looked...primal as if he brought the deeper and darker instincts out in the women who crossed paths with him. She'd been with Derek once..One and a half times since they broke up actually and he had blanched when she had asked him to kiss her...there. This had struck her as unfair because she might have been a little clumsy with it, but she had tried to go down on him. She just wished he had let her go at her own pace without feeling as if he were ramming his erection down her throat.

But Logan looked like a man of patience.

She smiled again at him.

"Some impressive flying isn't it?"

He nodded.

"I come out here every year and walk away wondering how they do it," he said, "There's no margin of error in that type of flying...though there's not much in bronco riding either."

"True...well I was just about to head on back," Shiloh said, "Maybe stop and take a walk on the beach...while it's still hot."

His mouth curved up slightly.

"You wouldn't mind some company would you," he said, "unless you want to go by yourself."

She scanned over him from head to toe and shook her head.

"No, I'd like it if you came with me."

They left the air show which would continue on without them and headed past the crowded parking lot to the beach, where once they moved far enough from the airport, they could hear the waves crashing onshore including on the stony jetty. They walked past the row of single room cabanas and towards the edge of the water. They took off their shoes and socks and carried them while the water lapped at their feet before receding again.

After walking a bit, they came back to where the cabanas stood. They hadn't talked all that much, just looked out into the ocean where they could make out the ripples of sparkling tips on the wave and see the birds flying between the ocean and the shore. A few sail boats bobbed out in the water and the surfers sought out the perfect waves. He stopped and sat down on the sand away from the tidal lines and patted the spot next to him.

"Come on...sit down a moment."

She looked at him and finally did. The bottoms of his jeans were drenched from the ocean that had splashed over them and he looked over at her.

"What, Logan...I got something caught in between my teeth?"

He shook his head with a smile and inched closer to her so that their shoulders brushed. Just that simple contact sent tingles through her in places far from her shoulders. Why was he looking at her like that?

"You look great...you look more than great..."

She furrowed her brow looking at him, her hair getting gently blown by the sea breeze. Because he almost looked like he wanted to...her lips tingled at the thought of what she wished he'd be thinking.

"I...no...well thanks..."

He took a deep breath as they both looked out at the ocean for a while.

"Shiloh can I ask you something...?"

Something about the tone of his voice drew her attention back to him.

"Of course...what do you want to know?"

He paused.

"Why you and me...never together?"

Now that shocked her, because that's a question she didn't think she'd ever hear from him in a million years. But she knew she had heard him right and he really had asked it...and still was judging by the look on his face.

"You do like guys don't you?"

She shot him a look then.

"Of course I do...I just don't sleep with all of them."

"You were with Derek weren't you?"

Not exactly the road she wanted to go down right now but that question could be answered quickly enough.

"Only for a little while before we broke up," she said.

He considered that for a moment and she was going to ask him why he asked when he moved towards her and placed several fingers of one hand beneath her chin and slowly he lowered his mouth on hers. It shocked her when their lips met, definitely electric at least on her end. His lips were gentle at first, seeking hers out, and they caressing them, in an inquisitive way but there must have been something he liked because his kiss intensified and she felt the difference immediately. Warmth moved from her face throughout her body and her pussy quivered. She moved closer to him this time as she turned her face slightly to give him better access and he took full advantage, sliding his tongue over her closed mouth, nudging it ever so open.

She wanted that too, she wanted to feel his tongue slide inside her mouth and seek out pleasure there. And when her lips parted and it darted inside her mouth, she felt the jolt but it didn't take long before her own tongue sought him out. They kissed like that for a long moment forgetting everything else, and then they felt the rush of cool water rush up around them.

That broke the spell and they looked down to discover they both sat down in pools of salt water that had already started to recede back into the ocean. Shiloh looked at Logan biting her tongue to keep from laughing.

"I guess we got carried away there," she said.

He stroked her face, his thumb lightly rubbing against her mouth where his lips had just been.

"God....you're so damn desirable Shiloh...I want to take this somewhere else."

She felt her breath catch in her throat but she nodded back.

"Okay...where?"

He thought about it quickly.

"My family's got one of those cabanas...I don't think it's locked and there's some room inside and some privacy too."

She nodded and he got on his feet and reached for her hand with one of his own and she took it. Her heart did double time...god was she about to follow him into his cabana and shut the outside world for a while...and what would they be doing...she didn't even want to imagine. But her pussy dampened her panties just at the possibilities.

They reached the cabana, the second one from the end and sure enough, the door hadn't been locked and he forced it open and they both walked inside the cabana. It was a single room with a small closet for storage and a mini frig. He flipped a switch and a small overhead light came on, not too bright but it illuminated inside. A small bureau stood next to the closet and most important against one of the walls was a bed...with a couple of comforters on top of it...not all that large but large enough. Oh god, she thought looking at it, when she realized what he wanted from her.

She felt him come up behind her and massage her shoulders, layering the nape of her neck with feathery kisses....that tickled and tantalized...and made her shift her stance. She leaned back into him as he wrapped his arms around her from behind and she felt his hardness against the curves of her ass.

"I want you Shiloh...god...you've been driving me crazy," his sighs became harsh and she heard his need in his voice and that gave her a heady feeling. She licked her own lips, her chest rising and falling.

"What do you mean...we don't even see each other all that much anymore...not since we were kids..."

He sighed and his hands inched up higher in front of her until they cupped her breasts. She couldn't help herself then, she arched her back against him because the sensations that his hands there sent fleeting through her drove her to it.

"So you want to make up for that now?"

She knew it was more an invitation than a question and excitement filled her, not to mention that his hands on her breasts had already convinced her not to leave. She pulled away from him to turn towards him.

"Yeah maybe we should..."

He smiled at her and pulled her back towards him with his hands and she grabbed him too around his waist as they kissed, and he undid the band releasing her hair which spilled in loose waves around her face. She pulled away, breathless and her mouth feeling swollen.

"Take off your shirt," he said.

"You first Logan..."

He moved to remove it and pulled it off of him, showing off his chest which was muscled and covered with downy hair. She moved closer to run her fingers through it, grasping it tightly enough for him to feel pretty good.

"Now you darling..."

She bit her lip and then reached for her own tee-shirt and pulled it up slowly, revealing her powder blue camisole. One of his hands moved to stroke the fabric of it, which of course put her breasts on notice.

"Nice...you got panties to match?"

She smiled softly.

"That's for you to find out I guess."

He smiled even more broadly and he smoothed the camisole upward revealing her satiny skin beneath it. She bit her lip.

"Come on...just want to see what you got that's all...I'm going to want to taste them later."

She sighed as he continued pushing the camisole and she lifted her arms up to help him. It went over her head and fell right on the floor and she stood in front of him in her shorts. Her breasts were a shade lighter than the skin around them and sure enough, her nipples were rosy hued and tempting to look at. For sure he wanted a taste of them. She felt him gaze at her intently which left her self conscious though edged with want...her skin feeling prickly and her breasts heavier.

"Oh man...you are really something..."

She grinned back at him.

"So are you...so what comes off next?"

He chuckled.

"Everything else..."

She took that as a sign that she needed to shuck her shorts off of her so she watched him carefully as she reached down to unsnap her shorts and push them down her legs while he did the same to his jeans, leaving him standing before her in his briefs.

He watched her take off her shorts and the panties remained, riding high up on her hips, covering her pussy. It wouldn't take much to get that wisp of silky lace out of his way.

"We're really going to do it aren't we?"




Meanwhile After the Airshow



Her voice had a breathless tone to it and he saw her eyes filled with arousal but laced with a bit of uncertainty as well. He stepped closer to her.

"Oh yes we are..."

She furrowed her brows.

"I don't know if I can be...what you want...I'm too uptight or so Derek told me..."

Her voice had been laced this time with some hurt feeling, and he just wanted to wipe that away...something he knew how to do very well.

"Don't you worry about what Derek said...just think about the two of us and I'm telling you I'm looking at you right now and I just want to fuck you right now."

She smiled softly.

"Really...well me too...with you..."

Logan walked purposely towards her and she saw the intent in his eye and took a step backward which caused the back of her legs to nudge the edge of the bed.

"Logan...I..."

And then before she knew it, he had placed his hands on her and grazed her abdomen, tracing the skin there lightly like a breeze and then he moved down to her panties. He deftly wrapped his fingers in the waistband and pushed them down, over her hips and down her thighs until they dropped onto the floor by her ankles.

"Oh wow Shiloh, what have you been hiding...."

She looked at the intense desire in his eyes. He rested his hands on her hips lightly and then slid them down her legs and then his body slid down to his knees and he cupped his hands on her bare ass. Then she almost leapt up when she felt his warm breath on the lips of her pussy.

"What..."

"You know what...now come on let me get a taste..."

She closed her eyes as she felt his mouth on her, his lips kissing her pussy just before his tongue darted out to flirt with her clitoris. She bit her lip when she felt him stroke it with his tongue.

"You like that Shiloh?"

She didn't need to answer him, she just opened up her legs more and he caressed her vulva with his mouth, and then stabbed his tongue up inside of her and she felt her legs buckle. He caught her just in time.

"Whoa...I'm right here."

He got back on his feet, and she sighed, wishing he hadn't stopped because never in her life had she ever felt anything so pleasurable. He reached to kiss her mouth again and she tasted herself...and liked it. Knowing where his mouth had been a moment earlier.

He pulled his own briefs down and stepped out of them, and she saw his erection, long and thick, veined and glistening. She reached out to touch it and he grabbed her hand.

"No...later...first I need to be inside of you...right now."

"It feels so much..."

She couldn't finish what she started to say because he wrapped his arms around her and pushed them both onto the bed, with him lying on top of her. He placed his hands beneath her thighs and opened them up so he could wedge his body in between them. She felt his erection stab her in her belly just above where she wanted it to go and his hairy chest pressed against her breasts. He raised his upper body up on his elbows and looked down at her face.

She bit her lip.

"Just do it...I can't wait..."

She reached up to wrap her arms around him to draw him closer to her, to feel his warmth against her. He sighed in her embrace and she felt his hips move beneath her grasp as he thrust inside of her. She opened her self up further to him and wrapped her legs around him as he pushed deeply inside of her, deeper than she thought possible.

"Oh yes..."

She felt like screaming but worried that the walls might be too thin to do that so she bit her lip instead as her pussy tightened around him as he moved against her, pressing her against the bed.

"Oh god..."

"Hey Shiloh, don't hold it inside of you," he coaxed, as he reached his fingers between her legs settling on her mound as he sought out her sweet spot. And then he rubbed it, pushing it against his shaft as he slid in and out of her in deepening strokes. She threw her head back and mewed softly before pushing her face into his shoulder before he moved back down to kiss her.

"Someone will..ah...hear us..."

He chuckled as he picked up the tempo, increasing the delicious friction between them. She couldn't say anymore but she gave little cries in between the waves of pleasure building up inside of her as their bodies collided. Between his warmth and the softness of the bed, she felt like she was cocooned...until she felt a burst of pleasure rip through her as he thrust into her again.

She gripped him harder and then he threw his head up as his ejaculate warmed her inside in fierce spurts.

He looked at her then as he felt his own orgasm hit.

"We didn't..."

She smiled at him.

"It's okay...I'm on the pill..."

He sighed in relief because things had happened between them so quickly that he hadn't been thinking...of the repercussions, just that he had wanted her so badly. He relaxed back on the bed, pulling her closer to him. Her head resting on his chest, her hair splayed as his heart settled down into its normal rhythm.

"Wow...I had no idea..."

He heard the amazement in her voice and stroked her body.

"Me neither...I don't have to be back at the ranch for a while...what about you...you got plans."

"No...I don't think I can move anyway..."

He smiled, as she kissed him on the mouth and he felt his blood rush again...so quickly. She looked at him mischievously then and rose up, her lips caressing his mouth, his stubbly jaw line before she moved lower to his chest and...

"Darling where you're going...?"

She looked at him.

"Where do you think?"

She continued kissing him on, licking his dusky colored nipples...which made him sigh and still she moved down lower until...

Right where he wanted it, her mouth took him inside and he started to harden again, his hands grabbing the spread in their grasp as she worked him over, her tongue nursing the head of his penis.

He lay back smiling, as the delicious sensations raced through him, thinking this was going to be the beginnings of perhaps not a beautiful friendship but a memorable affair.



Meanwhile, Back at the Lamplighter



It is no secret that a lot of people really, really like living in Colorado. Karen Carrigan, who met Doug Yanevich while attending the University of Colorado, Denver, certainly was happy that Doug was able to get a job in Denver, shortly before she married him. 

They are somewhat of an odd couple. She is a tiny five foot, one inch, and weights one hundred and five pounds. He, who was a second string lineman on the football team, is six foot five, and weights in at two hundred, fifty-five pounds. Doug is everybody's friend. With two brothers, and two sisters, he is used to the hustle and bustle of a busy household. Karen is the only child of Dr. Phil Carrigan and his lovely wife Elizabeth, who Doug considers a first class pain in the ass. 

The good doctor was up early and worked late, so all of Karen's life, it was Momma who ran the show. Now, even though they have been married for six years, Momma still phones every day. 

The Carrigan's home is north of Denver in Fort Collins. Doug made sure that he purchased a home south of Denver in Castle Rock, just off Interstate 25. 

Doug started with Verizon shortly before they had explosive growth. He now is making over one hundred thousand dollars a year. Karen is the executive assistant to Mr. Thomas Bell, the president of Mountain Mortgage Brokers, a wholly owned subsidiary of Chicago Mortgage Brokers. 

Is life perfect? In a word, no. No children have appeared, which Momma comments about, often. Karen, who grew up spoiled, rich, and an only child, rationed the sex that she allowed Doug. 

Normally that would piss a guy off. But, Doug, everybody's friend, ran into an old girl friend six months ago when he visited the Verizon office in Colorado Springs, the home of the Air Force Academy. Patty O'Donnel is now the wife of Major Chester Millington, an instructor at the Academy. 

Doug met Patty in the Wal-Mart parking lot. One thing led to another. They had lunch together. Patty said that she had three children in three years when she first married. "Doug, the kids are in daycare. Chester does not get home until after five. Would you like to see our home on the Manitou Springs road?"

"Love to. That is a scenic drive. I'll follow you."

Once at the house, Patty sat with Doug at the kitchen table with a spectacular view of the mountains. "Are you happy, Patty?"

"Yes and no. I'm bored. Chester is somewhat of a stuffed shirt, playing the officer game."

Doug had dated Patty most of his junior year. They had been very active sexually. He knew that back then she was known as a party girl. So he took a gamble. "Patty, If you are interested, I know something that will break your boredom." As he said that his face broke out in a shit-eating grin. 

She looked up at him, without raising her head. "I'll bet you do."

He stood up, still smiling. She stood and walked to the stairs. He followed, his mind racing. She walked into one of the spare bedrooms. There was children's toys stacked on shelves. The bed was small, but big enough. She kissed him, a long, soft kiss. "Been a while, Doug." She said as she undressed. 

Doug, who has a respectable cock, was aware that he was longer and thicker than most men. In college, some girls dated him, just to see if what another girl had said about him was true. He proudly ran his hand up and down his shaft, which drew Patty's eyes to it. "I see that you still bring your friend with you." She said in jest. 

Naked, Patty stepped forward. Both her hands took the back of his head. This kiss was more urgent, passionate. Her breasts, stomach, and pelvic areas all pressed against him. His cock was pressed between them. He was aware that her breasts were bigger now. Her stomach hung out with the excess skin from her pregnancies. She turned and lay on the bed, with her legs apart, and arms above her head. "I don't need foreplay, I'm ready now."

Patty is a bigger girl than Karen, but Doug covered her, with just part of her face above his shoulder. Her hand guided his cock to her waiting slash. He eased into her. She moaned. In a whisper she said. "I knew when I saw you in the parking lot that I needed your friend right where it is now."

There, Doug thought. It has been said. She planed on fucking him all the while when they were eating lunch. 

Doug became very active. If she craved his big cock, he would deliver it deeply into her body, with a lot of ass-rolling, and sliding so that she would want much more of him. He raised his ass and powered himself down, driving his member, with all its girth, right up to the balls in her. 

Her hands were clutching his back. Her pussy was clenching, again, and again on his cock. Her moans now were constant. She went quiet, as her body shook all over. He knew that he had done his job. 

He slowed. Then picked up the thrusting, knowing that she would come again, almost immediately. She did. He let himself come. Her pussy milked him all-the-while, just like old times. 

Doug went to Colorado Springs every other week. Patty became his lunch time workout. 

Doug had gone to one of the Mountain Mortgage Brokers' Christmas party. He had met Mr. Bell, Karen's boss, who was a slight, grey haired, old man, in his sixties. Therefore it did not disturb him when Karen told him that as his executive assistant that she was expected to go with him to the home office meetings in Chicago, or to meeting with major clients, usually in New York, Atlanta, Dallas, or San Fran.

Doug knew that Karen was very proud of her position, as well as her pay which was a respectable seventy thousand. She also like rubbing shoulders with the very rich. 

Doug got a phone call at work. "Know who this is?" A voice asked.

"God damn right, I do, you old horse thief." They both laughed. Doug continued. "Are you in town?"

"Sure am. How about joining me for dinner and a few drinks at the "Gold Mine?"

"Ramsden, You know just what to say to a guy. Wife is out of town, be right over.

The two old room mates, and college buddies, spent the evening together. "So, you are no longer with the Bears?"

"I was only their third string quarterback. They didn't renew my contract last year."

"If I know Ramsden White, you somehow landed on your feet."

"Got me there, Buddy. I sure did. During the off seasons, I have worked right along for Chicago Mortgage Brokers. My degree, as you remember, is Actuary, so I shined. The manager of Mountain Mortgage Brokers is retiring. I am to work with a Tom Bell for a month, and then, I'm the new president."

Doug knew that Ramsden would be Karen's new boss, but he said nothing for the moment. There was a lot of history to consider.

They both were more than a little gunned. Ramsden laughed. "We pulled some weird shit when we were in school."

Doug laughed, while shaking his head. 

Ramsden continued. "I'm lucky that I didn't get my ass thrown in jail. Remember that night that I came back to the room shit faced. You were under the covers screwing. The room was dark. I got naked and climbed into bed. You stumbled into the bathroom, saying something about a shower. I thought that you were with that Patty what's-her-name, who let both of us fuck her a few times. So, I got my black ass up and climbed on top of your friend, who fortunately for me, was well plastered. I ram my Rammer right up to the balls in her, and kicked the old ass into high gear. You must have blown your load early, 'cause that little lady came three times before my vodka soaked balls discharged. That was some great fuck. When you came out, you saw me in your bed, so being a good guy, you climbed into my bed. I fucked that gal two more times. In the morning, she had the strangest look on her face when she found me in bed with her. I forgot her name; wasn't it a Karen somebody? You dated her a long time. Is she still around?"

"Very much around."

"You still doing her?"

"Not as often as I would like. She is my wife."

"You lucky bastard. She is one sexy woman. What is the not-as-often-as-I-would-like comment about?"

"Just exactly as I said. She rations her sexual favors. But I have a back-up situation."

"I'm listening."

"Patty O'Donnel, is now married and living in Colorado springs. Every other week, we meet."

"I'll have to go along. Will she do us both?"

"Sure of it. Something else to discuss, buddy."

"Shoot?"

"Your executive assistant is Karen, the girl that you got in bed with."

"Your wife?"

"Yes, and it is part of her job to go with the president for important meetings.

"Fly with me on the company jet, and stay with me in hotels?"

"Yes."

"Hey, I don't want to lose a good friend over a little pussy. I'm divorced. You know me. If I could seduce your Karen, I would. So, it probably would be a good idea to transfer her to another position, away from me."

"Ramsden, I have been thinking about what I wanted all the while you were talking. If I was getting pussy from her like I did before we got married, I would want her moved. But you might just be the right guy at the right time to adjust her priorities."

"You want me to seduce her?"

"A little more than that. I remember some of you stories you told when you visited a couple years ago about what you football guys did to the groupies. Some of that should make for an attitude adjustment."

"Gee, Doug. That can get a little rough"

"Well, I never get head or butt. As I recall, you guys trained some of those girls very well. You said that most of them came back for more."

"Let me get this straight? It is okay if I pass her around, sometimes to several guys at once?"

"You got it. My suggestion is that you cool it until Bell is gone. In the meantime, do not tell her that you are the guy that jumped her bones. She probably won't recognize you. Wait until you will be away for a few days. Give her an ecstasy. Remember that sorority girl that we gave the ecstasy to. She was horny as a goat for four hours. I would wait until you have had her several times before bringing others into the mix."

Two days later, Ramsden called. "She doesn't remember me, or she doesn't want to muddy-the-water. I'm just some yaw-hue from Chicago."

A month later, another call. "We are going to Dallas for two days. She never blinked an eye, just stood there telling me the names of the important clients and how long the drive is from Love Field to their offices. Thursday night will be the night."

Phone call Friday. "Doug, can anyone listen in on this line?"

"No, It's my own cell."

"We had dinner. After, she went to use the toilet. Some E and valium found their way into her drink. Twenty minutes later I suggested that we go to our rooms. At the last minute, I steered her into my room for a nightcap. She got sweaty, so I helped her off with her jacket. I stood behind her and blew on her neck, while my hands ran over her nipples. That girl is tit less, but she has sensitive nipples. Her reaction was like she was in a pleasant fog. Taking my time, I undressed her. Not a peep of objection from her. We went sixty-nine. She held my cock, but did not lick it. I had a good time playing with her snatch. You sure can tell that she had never passed a kid. By the time I was ready, she was pleading for me to push it into her. I got her to have her jollies three times. 

This morning when I woke up, she was laying on her side staring at me. I am sure that she was wondering just how she had ended up in my bed. Quickly, I rolled over on top of her. I pulled her legs above her head and ran my Rammer up to the balls in her. You have to remember that she was cold sober. I thundered into her, just pounding as hard as I could. She came. I came. At breakfast she acted as though nothing had happened. Either she is a hell of an actress, or she has accepted that she has a new role."

"My guess Ramsden is that it was naughty, exciting-as-hell, and she is in bed with the president. You said that she came several times. How you acted at breakfast would have been a big factor for her. If you were professional, she will go along for the ride."

Patty was greatly surprised to see Ramsden with Doug. They had lunch at Applebee's. Instead of going to her home, Ramsden suggested the Holiday Express. Once in the room, Patty gave Ramsden a long deep kiss as soon as they were all undressed. As she finished the kiss, her hand went to his cock. "As I recall, you call him Mr. Rammer?"

All three laughed. "Still as thick as I remember it." She continued. 

Doug had suggested that Ramsden take her first. Patty and Ramsden went sixty-nine. Patty was looking at Doug, as she sucked hard on Ramsden's Rammer. Doug was envious of its thickness. Patty shook with an orgasm. Quick as a cat Ramsden was up and on her, driving his Rammer deeply into her shuttering body. "Oh, oohhh" she moaned. 

Knowing that Doug was ready and waiting, Ramsden slashed and rotated his ass, stirring her pussy. He pulled out and dumped his load on the sheets. Doug appreciated his consideration for not leaving him a soaking pussy. He pulled her legs up next to her head, lay her arms across her legs. Ramsden held her arms down, so that now her ass and pussy were level for Doug's assault. She was helpless. Not that either man would hurt her, but both knew that Patty liked rough sex. 

Doug came. They relaxed and chatted, while eating some snacks. Ramsden kept looking at Patty. All noticed his Rammer filling out again. "Stand on the floor, Patty, while you suck Doug. I want to doggie this end."

Ramsden's up thrusts would lift Patty up on her toes. In that position, He was able to bury all that he was in her muff each time he thrust. Doug enjoyed the show.

When they parted, Patty said, "Doug, I don't seem to be as bored as I was."

A week later Ramsden phoned. "Going to Atlanta this week. Tuesday night should be exciting."

Wednesday morning call. "No ecstasy or valium. A little drunk. She took a third of Rammer in her mouth. Taught her how to suck and lick it like a "Sugar Daddy." I warned her before it erupted. She was fascinated when it shot off in her hand. She even smiled. Later, I had her do the reverse Cowboy. While she was doing it, I told her how to undulate her hips and slid back and forth on my pubic area. She is so tiny. I just don't know where Rammer is inside that girl. Anyway, she rode me like a champ, and seemed to be having a great time. She gave me a long, deep kiss."

"Wow, I would have bet that you would never get her to do that."

"Doug, I have a trip next week to Chicago. It is for three days. Karen is going. You still okay with this?"

"Am so far."

That evening when Karen got home, she told Doug of the Chicago trip. She also phoned her mother, Elizabeth. Doug could only hear Karen's half of the conversation. "I will have meeting in the mornings the first two days. ---There are plenty of seats on the company plane. --- I could ask him tomorrow. --- I don't think that he would mind."

Later Doug told Karen that he was going to the ABC store for vodka. She asked him to get her some Jack Daniel. Doug had noticed that she now had three drinks every night. Outside the store, he called Ramsden, filling him in on the fact that Doug's mother wanted to join her daughter in Chicago. 

"How do you want me to play it, Doug?"

"Write this down. I suggest that you put them up in a different hotel than yours. You told me that Great Lakes National, one of your clients, has "escort women" for their important business contacts. You also said that some guy by the name of Graham was a buddy of yours."

"Right. John Graham owes me some favors."

"Have Graham arrange for two of his escort girls to meet with Karen. Have them offer to take Karen and "Liz," her mother, out to eat. Get some E into them and then take them to the "A'mour Club," and turn 'um loose. Do it on a Wednesday night, which you said was "Gangbang" night."

"I can see why you want me well away from that. If Karen complains to Graham, he can just say that he will fire the ladies, which of course, he won't do. What does this Liz look like?"

"She is forty-nine, bleach blonde, same general figure as Karen, with more boobs, and a fuller butt. You wouldn't kick her out of bed. If you have any connections at A'mour, I would love pictures of her on her back with a cock in her butt, another in her pussy, and still another in her mouth up to the muff."

The night came. That day, Doug had spent an hour with Patty. He had his feet up reading a sex story on his computer when the phone rang. A deep voice said. "Is this Doug?"

"Yes."

"This is Jake at the A'mour Club. I'm told that you want some pictures."

"You got that right."

"Set up your computer to burn a disk. Go to www.A'mourClub.org. Click on room number five or room number six. We've got two hundred folks here tonight, of which one hundred and fifty are guys. Mostly college guys who came to watch what goes on, never thinking that they would have access to two good looking babes on ecstasy."

Doug was shaking as he prepared his computer. At first, there was no one in room five, which was a large room with a mattress on the floor, a slanting padded table with stirrups to restrain a woman's legs, and a raised bed. 

Doug thought that there had been some mistake. Both rooms remained empty. He made himself a stiff drink, turned on the television to watch a baseball game. Half way through the inning the door to room five opened. A guy came in leading his mother by the hand. She was smiling. The guy, who appeared to be her age, kissed her. Doug saw that she closed her eyes during the kiss. One of the guys hands was kneading her ass. Unbelievable, thought Doug. The same hand pulled her blouse out of her skirt. Now the hand was rubbing her pubic mounds. Her eyes remained closed. Her mouth opened wide, as her head fell back. Quicker now, the guy got busy undressing Liz. He lay her on the bed, opened her legs and lapped the insides of her labia, which he had pulled apart. 

Liz had both of her hands on each side of his head. Her legs were now fully apart allowing the guy complete access to her womanhood. He sucked on one of her tits, but just for a few seconds. Her hands now were raised above her head. She was then mounted. As the shaft slid in and out of her, her eyes opened. The camera zoomed in on her face, which showed a state of pure bliss. 

Doug noted that the guy had on a condom. He shot his load. Liz had not come, but she had been prepared for what was to come. Three guys walked into the room. He sat on the edge of the bed. The other two guys lifted Liz and lowered her onto the sitters cock, which had a gleaming red condom on it. Liz's eyes opened in shock as it disappeared into her butt. She was sitting facing away from the sitter, who reached around her to grasp two handfuls of tits, pulling her back as he lay down. 

Her legs were outside of sitters, so her pussy was now open, unprotected, inviting. A short guy with a fat cock stepped up and slid his cock into her. He raised her legs, so that there was nothing between his cock and her pussy. Standing, his ass became a blur as he fucked Liz. 

The door opened. Nine more guys entered. Doug shut off the TV.

He switched to room six. All he could see was Karen's legs in the stirrups of the slanted padded table. A large guy was standing between her leg fucking her as fast and hard as he could. There had to be fifteen guys standing around, naked, stroking their cocks. The camera angle changed. Doug could not see Karen's face, which had a wild, excited look as she stared down at the piston driving in and out of her. Doug noted that the fucker was not putting all of his cock into her. Just then, the fucker pulled his cock out of Karen. It was the longest cock Doug had ever see. The fucker placed his cock at Karen's butt and shoved it in. It took him three shoves to bury it. Two shoves later, his ass cheeks tightened, as he lifted his head. Doug was sure that he had shot his load. He pulled out, striped off his condom and walked out of the room. 




Meanwhile, Back at the Lamplighter



Karen was carried to the floor mat. She was placed on her knees, as a guy mounted her from behind. Another guy, who was sitting ahead of her, placed his cock by her mouth. She looked at it, and then at him, with a questioning look on her face. The sitter took two handfuls of her hair and pulled her face down to his cock. Another guy pinched her nose. When her mouth opened, the cock was pushed into her mouth. 

Doug heard the sitter say, "Suck it, Baby." She did. She looked up at the guy. Then her face changed. Her eyes sort of rolled as a hard orgasm shook her body. The guy in her pussy shot his load, pulled out, and left. A new guy mounted her. 

Doug switched back to Liz in room five. She was sitting on a guy giving his a Cowgirl. Doug was amazed just how good she was. She was rocking back and forth, On the push back, she lowered her stomach while swinging her ass from side to side. Going forward, she arched her back, while sliding her pussy down and forward. In the middle of it, she came, as did the guy. 

Liz was rolled onto her back, mounted by a guy that Doug was sure was a college kid. He was so excited that he only lasted a minute. As he rolled off, another kid replaced him. Just as he really got into a furious motion, Liz came. 

Doug needed another drink. His phone rang. "Are you getting all this?" Ramsden asked.

"Where are you?"

"In my hotel room."

"Can you fucking believe this?" "Not unless I had seen it with my own eyes. Your mother hardly spoke to me on the plane coming here. Sort of a cold bitch, I thought. I would have to say that we are both wrong. Somebody has taught that lady how to fuck. Did you see the Cowgirl action?"

"Yes, I did. I would bet that it was not her husband. He is a soft spoken doctor."

"Doug, I have an idea. If you don't mind, I would like to go rescue both ladies, and bring them back here. From what I'm seeing, I think I could fuck them both. Tomorrow they would wake up in my bed. They would remember enough that they would know I wasn't around when this started."

"Let me think about it."

"Something else, Doug. John Graham told me that sometimes guys at the A'mour will take ladies on ecstasy to an apartment. Once there, they will keep them high for a couple days, while all their friends have at them and they make some movies."

"I guess you better go get them. Call ahead and ask for Jake."

The next morning at ten, Doug's phone rang. 

"Yeah."

"Can you talk?"

"Yes. I'm in my car."

"Banged them both. Both of them came a couple times. This morning was amazing. Both of them remember everything that happened at A'mour, and back in my room. Your mother must have thanked me for coming for them ten times. After breakfast, Karen left to go to a meeting. Liz came back to the room with me. She dropped her clothes as she asked, "As I remember, you are a lot bigger than most guys. I want another go?" I lie on my back. She climbed on and I got a hell of a Cowgirl fuck. She is out shopping. I have a meeting to go to." "I'm on my way to see Patty."

Doug's phone rang again. "Doug?"

Yeah."

"This is Patty. Chester got transferred. He is home right now. We are moving to Florida in five days. You have my e-mail address. Keep in touch."

"I'll miss you."

"I know what you'll miss most."

They both laughed. 

The next day Karen came home at five. Doug took her out to eat. After, they went to a comedy club, where they had a few drinks. After showering both got into bed naked. Doug ate her long enough so that he was sure that she was ready. He mounted her in the missionary position. She started to orgasm. He pulled his cock out and ran it into her butt. It went right in. There was a startled look on her face, but there was no complaint. He only lasted a few minutes. As his cock swelled up, she clamped her ass, which caused him to come.

He got up, went into the bathroom where he carefully cleaned his cock. When ho got into bed, Karen said. "We have to talk?"

"Sure, okay."

"The only way that you could know that I would take you in my fanny would be if you knew that Ramsden has been there. I remember Ramsden from our college days. He was the guy that took me in the dark. Has he told you about coming on to me?"

"Yes."

"How much?"

"Let me boot up my computer. --- Here watch this." "Oh, my, god."

"Watch your mother. She gives a fine Cowgirl. Here is a great shot of you taking it doggy while sucking a guy off. Hey, here comes your second orgasm."

"You must know everything... About Ramsden coming to A'mour to get us? About what we did in his room?"

"Yeah, I know."

"What is your reaction?"

"I think that it all is wonderful. We are going to have a great time."

"What is this we stuff?"

"Tell you what, tomorrow ask your mother to stop by about seven pm. Let's go to sleep now."

The following evening Liz showed up wearing a conservative dress. 

She found Doug, Karen and Ramsden sitting in the living room sipping on drinks. Instead of calling her Mrs. Carrigan, Doug said. "Want a drink, Liz?"

"Gin and tonic, please."

Karen looked at her mother warily. Doug started a disk in the TV. On screen came a naked Liz giving a super Cowgirl. Liz eyes got big a saucers. "You must destroy this?" She requested.

"Ramsden, why don't you take Karen upstairs? I think I need some time with Liz in the downstairs bedroom.

Ramsden stood. He took Karen's hand. She reluctantly was taken upstairs. Doug took Liz's hand. He lifted her to her feet. He saw sweat bead on her brow. Her eyes and face looked like a cornered cat. Now in the bedroom, she stood looking at him. "Get undressed Liz." Slowly she took off her clothes. 

"You give a hell of a Cowgirl. Where did you learn to do that?"

She did not speak.

Doug continued. "Lonely all those years when your husband was being the good doctor day and night?"

Her faced changed, with a slight smile. 

Doug smiled. "Was it a long affair, or more than a few one-nighters?"

"It was several affairs and a lot of one time things."

"Local?"

"Shopping trips to Denver."

Where in Denver?"

"Usually the Lamplighter, next to the Hilton."

"How long does it take for you to get picked up, once you are there?"

"I'm very choosey, so twenty minutes."

"How old a guy do you like?"

"The younger the better."

"Have you ever had more than one before the other night?"

"Several times. It is very exciting."

"Starting when?"

Doug was on his back. Liz now had a smile on her face. She climbed onto the bed and lowered her pussy onto his cock. Her hands were on the bed near his shoulders. She slowly started to undulate her hips, stirring his cock. 

"The first two months of my freshman year at university, I was still the good little girl. I had a few date, but the guys could not touch me. The boys stopped calling. I went with three other girls to a fraternity party. They served a vodka punch. You could not taste the booze. I got drunk, as did the other three other girls. We were all taken to different bedrooms. I don't know how many guys did me, but when I woke up my pussy and inner legs were rubbed red. From then on, my date card was always full. I was fucking every guy that I dated. My husband to be was a medical student when we met. I moved in with him. He studied, fucked me, and studied some more. When he graduated he ask me to go with him for his residency. I said, "Only as your wife." 

Now Liz was giving a hard, fast Cowgirl.

"Does he know that you fuck around?"

"Yes, but don't feel sorry for him. Over a thousand nurses work at Denver General. At any given time, he has two or three on the string."

Doug grabbed Liz, and rolled over. On her now, he thrust hard several times to coat her cervix with his sperm. He no longer needed Patty. 

Doug cleaned his cock, turned to Liz and said, "Stay here."

Karen and Ramsden were naked, chatting on the bed when Doug entered. Jerking his thumb over his shoulder, Doug said, "Go have a go with Liz."

"Good thinking." Ramsden said.

To Karen Doug asked. "How do you want me to take you?"

"In my pussy, doggie style. I'll put my head on the pillow and stick my butt up in the air."

Doug marveled that such a little woman could take his cock. Her butt wasn't half as wide as his. 

The next day Doug's phone rang. "Yeah?"

"This is Phil Carrigan. Can you talk?"

"Yes."

"Elizabeth tells me that you and your buddy Ramsden are fucking her and my daughter. Is that so?"

"I would be the last person to say Elizabeth is a liar."

"I just want to tell you that I think it is great. Will keep both of them busy."

"I'm surprised."

"Don't be. If you could have an unending supply of eighteen or nineteen year old student nurses, would you want to fuck a forty-nine year old woman?"

"You got a point there, Doc."

Two days later Ramsden called. "Doug, I have a system that monitors all calls. Your mother phoned Karen. They are going to the Lamplighter tonight for some fun and games. What to hell is that about?"

"Oh, shit."



Meanwhile, Back At The Ranch....



(An excerpt from my novel, "El Dorado", of which I'll publish more if this is well recieved.)

Sarah watched the man's face as he slept in the dim red light of the fever curtains. A stray sunbeam moved diagonally across the thin coverlet and highlighted a small mound in the fabric below his waist. He breathed in and out softly through his open mouth, emitting an occasional snort. What could he be dreaming she wondered. She felt an unaccustomed warmth between her thighs and spread her knees wider, a very unladylike posture but who was there to see? The room was very close, the air still, dust motes dancing in the sunbeam on the raised coverlet at the apex of his legs, had it grown larger? She'd never seen a man up close down there before. Male anatomy she'd seen in plenty over the years around the place between accident, injury and casual dishevel, but always in a hurry or at a distance. Or infants, Matthew and others, which did not count. Like wise the years of her marriage, always in the dark, fumbling and grunting under covers. Guadelupe shoving this strangers bits about like so much sausage to clean beneath and between before putting him to bed was the closest she'd came so far to any real examination of the matter at hand. The air was so still with door and windows closed to keep out any whiff of infection. She undid the 2 buttons of her neckband, opened her collar. No one was moving about, all downstairs taking care of daily business, or off snoozing somewhere, taking the siesta. She put the book down on the bed. Thackeray held no charm for her today. His right arm was thrown up over his head, cutting in half her view of his strong clean face, one mustache, the chin obscured by his upper arm. The other arm was strapped with linen to his broad torso, the hand beneath the coverlet down his side, the coverlet itself rucked down on one side towards her, from shifting in his sleep no doubt when he had dragged his arm out from under. There. Definitely a movement. She reached out and twitched the coverlet down.

Strong thighs, a narrow waste, the ridged stomach muscles clearly defined. And balanced in the crease between thigh and hip lay the root of it all, a smoothly rounded shaft of flesh the thickness of a silver dollar and a handspan long emerging from a bush of tight dark curls. It twitched two or three times as she watched, fascinated, and canted up at a steeper angle, pointing towards his navel. A small circle of stretched skin at the tip revealed a slitted bulbous dome of darker skin beneath. He murmured something unintelligible in his sleep and rolled up onto one hip and it bobbed over in her direction, less than two feet away. The taut circlet of skin at the tip drew back further still with his movement exposing more of the satiny mauve skin beneath. She leaned forward for a closer look, the slit at the top was edged with tiny pink lips, fascinating...

She had to touch it. She reached out and ran her fingertips down the length of it, so warm and pliable, so unlike what she had usually come to expect of a man's skin, coarse, scarred, sunburned and wire haired or pale and fishy looking where not exposed to weather, this was like a baby's bottom but firmer, more defined. She wrapped her hand around it and it responded instantly to her touch like a restive horse, anticipating the riders intention; it lengthened imperceptibly, felt more than seen, the tight skin at the tip rolled back as her hand slid down it and completely exposed the crowning glory, like a lopsided mushroom with a darker purpley rim of skin around the outer edge. It pulsed. It throbbed in her hand ever so slightly and she felt the rib like structure beneath. How could they ever walk around all day with such a thing as this...oh yes, it was a transient condition, like migraine or the monthly, though from what she had seen of men the incidence was much more erratic and varied greatly between individuals...she moved her hand up and down, absentmindedly reveling in the warm feel and touch, her buds poking the loose chemise beneath her shirtwaist all shivery and taut, pleasantly brushing against the fine cotton fabric, it all felt so warm and natural and comforting somehow, so unlike the animal batterings in the dark she'd associated this, and her marriage with...and it JUMPED throbbed with a more insistent beat, his hips moved spasmodically, the coverlet sliding off the back of his thigh with the movement, WHAT to DO? 

The moment was at hand. She knew that much, and her in the middle of it. The towell and washcloth were on the nightstand, 7 feet away, on the far side of the bed! Her handkerchief was in her reticule, in her room! The sheets...would be seen, how many times she'd heard Lupe and the girls laughing over stains on sheets and bedding were beyond count. Her skirts...they washed those too! like Matthew's feeding too menial a job for La Patrona, and if he were to awake, as he would shortly, despite the opiate no doubt, all beslimed... It all went through her mind in a heartbeat and was not to be considered. 

She scooched forward on the chair and down, eyes tight shut, and closed her mouth firmly over the offending member in the nick of time; it throbbed again and his hips rocked forward more insistently, jamming it down over her tongue, which she had in her moment of resolution determined to withdraw from any more intimate touch, and she marveled in a small corner of her mind at the silk feel of it all and musky aroma as the warm jet erupted over it and down her throat, a burst, and then two more, weaker, fading...He groaned aloud, shocking sound, relaxed again, breathe fading into a partial snore.

She sat as still as possible, releasing her grip on it as she withdrew her mouth, lips clamping as she sought to insure no drop would stain, admitting to herself she could quite get to like this, a 'french', what all the drovers whispered or bragged about, all the while she listened all around herself as intently as she could.

Not a sound. He rolled onto his back with a snort, trapping the coverlet under his hip and she tugged it out, considering her next move. The washcloth. A salty aftertaste. Girlhood myths of poison and pregnancy coursed through her head and she dismissed them immediately as impossible, dark fantasies, the thing happened all the time and some girls bragged of it. She rose as silently as she could, winced at a squeaky floorboard as she stepped around the foot of the bed and got the cloth, dipped one corner in the basin stepped back around again. The thing had gone slightly quiescent, half it's former size, limp and dripping down his thigh, she wiped up deftly and pulled the coverlet back over him, tugged it up over his chest, stepped back around and rinsed the washcloth, squeezed it dry over the chamberpot, smoothed it out and draped it back over the washstand. Still no noise. There. The thing was done. She buttoned her collar up and shrugged her clothes straight, no one now would be the wiser even if he woke up on the instant. And realized she'd wet herself. The slow surge of menses or arousal rather than the hot rush of urine. She bit her lip in vexation. No time. There were rag napkins in the privy, one of them would have to do. And her mouth still felt slick, a foriegn taste upon her palate. 

She picked her book up from the floor where it had fallen all unnoticed, closed it softly, and straightened the chair. A last look around the room, everything in order, the man slumbered on but his breathing was lighter, faster. Time to go. She slipped out the door, closing it firmly, not too loud, not too softly, just as if...well, as she had done a hundred times on a hundred other mundane occasions, and stepped off down the hall, out the door onto the outer staircase, down the stairs and punching the buffalo hide doorway aside into the kitchen. 'Lupe stood at the bench top grinding corn in a metate, a menial job she reserved for herself, back and forth, up and down, over and over again. She looked up as Sarah entered but did not stop work. Sarah took the stone jug down off the shelf, uncorked it and splashed a generous measure into her cup. She set the cork back in, gave it a light smack and put the jug back on the shelf. She picked up the mug and knocked it back in one gulp, swished the hot liquor around in her mouth, tongue and teeth and gums, swallowed it down, set down the mug, perhaps a little too emphatically. When had she last had a straight shot like that? At this time of the day? To 'Lupe's unspoken look of inquiry she said; "He's coming to I think, I believe the crisis has passed." Did she say that right? She walked back under the buffalo robe door out to the privy as 'Lupe resumed her monotonous labor, and smiled...



Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch







Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch



"And you'll believe me?"

"We'll see. Give it a try."

"Jack, I'm worn out from all this. It's been physically exhausting for me. Tell me one thing, do you find me attractive?"

"When you won't even tell me your name? Hell, no. How could that be a basis for attraction?"

"Well, physical attraction, then. Do you think I'm sexy?"

"Yes, but about the way I might think a prostitute is sexy. But even if a prostitute were sexy I wouldn't trust her, so I couldn't say I was attracted to her."

"Oh, you're just impossible. I'm trying to find a handle on you, and I can't."

"Simplest thing in the world. Try telling me the absolute truth for a few hours without a lapse."

"Well then, I'll tell you something truthful. And it's something that surprises me. I find you sexy. I'd like more than anything for you to take this tee shirt off me and do whatever you want with me. I'd even like you to punish me for being naughty. Spank me. Dominate me. Hurt me. Please."

"No."

"What can I do for you?"

"Nothing now. You had your chance and you blew it. All that you had to do was tell me the truth. You insist on trying to gain control so you can manipulate me. I'm not having any more of it. I'm going to throw you out. You can try to find some other victim. Go and get your clothes together. Put them on or throw them over your shoulder, I don't care. I'll give you five minutes and then you're going out that door. Go ahead, get moving." I stepped into the kitchen area and grabbed the timer, set it for five minutes, and showed it to her. Then I went back into the kitchen, poured myself another cup of coffee, and sat down at the table with it and a book that had been on the windowsill. I was so angry that my hands were shaking the book and I had to hold it firmly against the tabletop to read the words.

The timer was just about to buzz when she appeared. She had got dressed in the clothes that I had last seen when they were a sodden mess, and I had to admit that she made a good appearance. She was carrying the tee shirt, which she dropped on the table. She turned toward the door, said, "Thank you," and she was gone. I breathed a sigh of relief, locked the door and hooked up the chain, and went in to take a shower. It wasn't that I needed another one, just that I wanted to feel that I had washed her off me and was rid of her.

I slipped on clean slacks and a loose fitting shirt, and was about to sit down to write when the doorbell rang. I pretended that I didn't hear it. It rang again. I opened the door a crack. There she was. I was starting to shut the door when she said, "Wait. Give me a chance to start over. Please."

I didn't say anything, just opened the door and watched her walk in, not like a beaten puppy but with a confident stride. She set down her briefcase and a small purse with a shoulder strap on it. "Where the hell did those things come from?"

"The trunk of my car, of course. Your trouble is that you're so text oriented that you don't even think about lies being acted out with props. In this case, it was really the absence of solid props, and the use of a large amount of water as the final closer."

"What do you want this time?"

"Same thing as before. Help. Information. Willingness to participate in an investigation as a partner. Maybe a little pat on the ass. How about it, interested?" With that she opened her coat and stood before me totally naked except for her shoes, which had about four inch heels. My jaw must have dropped, because she stepped forward and used her forefinger under my chin to close my mouth. I'd been gawking while she was talking. "Let's start this out on a positive note. After all the inconvenience I caused you, I really owe you something. Something better than you can get from anybody else." While I was trying to understand what was happening her hands were busy with my belt and then I felt my slacks and underwear slither down my legs to the floor.

For the next hour there was not much conversation. Little snippets like "Oh yes, right there. Oh that feels so good," "Deeper!" "Harder!" That, and the occasional scream. And moans! Don't forget the moans! Lots of moans! We were gasping for breath, lying on our backs on the living room floor, when she said, "That was the best sex I've had since I was a senior in high school."

"Don't get back into the lying mode, because I don't want to throw you out again. You're too good. If I ever recover, I want some more of that."

"Not lying. There was a football player who raped me, except he was so good that after we rested I raped him back. All these years since then I've been unable to match that, until now." She rolled to her left, onto my limp body, and kissed me long and deep, until I felt something wet on my cheek.

"Are you crying?"

"Yes. I'm letting all my emotions drain out through my tear ducts. Just wrap your arms around me and hold me for a few minutes. Or hours. You wanted honesty; this is it. Don't start complaining."

Finally the crying stopped. I broke our embrace to reach up for the tissue box, and she curled almost into a fetal position on top of me. "Jack, tell me the truth. Could you ever love me?"

"If you define love as raw sex, then I could. Anybody could. It's when the thinking and talking start that you get into trouble."

"Then let's start over with some foreplay and you could do me again. And again, and again. I think you're right. We go at sex cooperatively, doing it together, not to each other but with each other and for each other. Forget everything else and let's just keep fucking until our bodies are totally worn out. Maybe by then we'll have figured out how we can get along together, and the control issue can be forgotten."

"Wild as it seems, it's worth a try. Change positions so we can sixty-nine a little."

"How about so we can sixty-nine a lot?" She scrambled to get turned around and silence reigned again, except for some heavy breathing and soft slurping sounds.

An hour later we were both out of breath and completely limp from head to toe, once more lying on our backs breathing hard. "Any idea how many orgasms you had?" I asked her.

"I lost count. For about half an hour there it was like a long continuous one, sort of rising and falling but never completely letting up in between. How about you?"

"I know I ejaculated three times, maybe four. But I was having lots of dry orgasms in addition to all that, and I couldn't keep track. More than I ever had in one day, that's for sure. In fact it might have been more than I've had in the last year. I'm pretty sore, I think. And sort of numb, which is probably a blessing. I suspect that it may take me a week before I can have sex again. Or walk. And I don't care. At last we found out something we're good at. No lying, no hassling over control, no dirty looks, no pretending anything at all."

"Just think, Jack, maybe this is the moment of truth that we can build a relationship on. Like the foundation of something wonderful."

"Well if this is supposed to be our great moment of truth, I think you'd better tell me your name."





Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch



"No. I've been thinking the same thing. I don't think it will spoil anything, but it'll make everything more complicated. We're both loners, and that's a lot different from being one of a pair. But it feels good so far, so let's run with it."

"Okay. It feels good to me, too, but it's strange. Maybe we can help each other along with this, until we can get used to how it feels."

"Suzy, think about how we made love. We didn't have to ask for anything, it all just came naturally."

"You're right. We just seemed to fit together." She was silent for several seconds. "I'm glad it worked out this way."

"Me, too. I guess."





Meanwhile Down by the Stream



She saw him tying his horse to the trunk of a dogwood tree and she that just watching him wouldn't be enough.

His buckskin gelding nuzzled his shoulder before scrounging around for tufts of burnt out grass for lunch. Dusty had pulled his own meal out of his saddlebag and had taken it to a grassy mound near the stream that snaked through the valley. The water supply nurtured it to a healthier shade of green like lima beans and she knew from experience, it made a soft cushion for any cowboy hoping to rest his heels for a spell.

But Dusty wasn't just any cowboy, he was what she called eye candy because she had watched him grow up from a scraggly teenage kids with attitude to a leanly muscled adult male who filled out nicely even as he grew up. His face appeared carved out of granite having lost its baby fat and his eye matched his wardrobe of faded jeans and a workshirt.

He could tote haybales one after the other from the truck to the barn, all afternoon if necessary and his body had known riding horses since before he walked. After finishing high school, he had split his time between working the livestock over his daddy's spread and attending business school two towns away at night. That didn't leave him much time for anything else at least until the weekends but Dusty had always been the focused type ever since his mother died. She'd taken sick one night and had died three days later, leaving him without her guidance most of her life.

Now she on the other hand had parents she had chosen to leave when she turned 15 and got herself emancipated. She had been hired to work the ranch the next day and bunked in the cabin which she had managed to fix up quite nicely with Dusty's help. He'd been like the big brother she had never had or wanted, in fact because what she wanted from the brawny man...

She bit her lip and rode her chestnut mare up to the clearing so she could tie it up next to Dusty's horse. The mare nickered when she saw her friend, the gelding and even though it made no sense, the two horses had always gotten along like family. She dismounted and pulled her own lunch out of her saddlebag including a bottle of water which slid down her throat nicely removing the coating of dust that had left it parched.

The weather proved to be arid most of the time in the valley and on spring afternoons like this, could get quite warm, pushing the envelope on the arrival of summer. That season never failed to produce an insufferable blanket of heat and humidity that could choke those who worked the land.

"Caroline..."

Damn he had seen her and sure enough he sat there looking at her having just finished his sandwich.

She walked over to him, feeling comfortable enough in her worn jeans that molded nicely to her lithe figure and her cotton shirt protecting her from the heat. He smiled and patted the spot next to him.

"Come sit a spell."

She looked at him warily.

"I remember what happened in the barn."

His mouth quirked.

"You mean when I kissed you."

She nodded.

"Yeah that and then you took off on your horse like you were challenging me," she said, "and now I'm here."

He appraised her figure, and she felt the heat inside her build in response. Damn him for looking at her like that. Her breasts tingled beneath her shirt, sheathed in some piece of cotton and in between her thighs, well she felt his gaze down there too. She shifted her position because she started feeling uncomfortable. He appeared not to notice but she knew better.

Dusty seldom missed anything. No one could read a horse better than him, or sweet talk a bull into moving back into his pen and what he could do to a woman...

Her cheeks flushed.

Not like she'd know personally because until the morning in the barn, he had just glanced at her in passing while they had remained inside the confines of their working relationship.

"Oh that...well you're here now and that's what matters..."

"What..."

She had started to talk and then he swooped in for the kill which in her case happened to be the lips that still singed from his kiss in the barn. But this time...whoa, she thought immediately as his mouth descended on hers. Capturing it and claiming it for his own before she could do anything but surrender. His lips felt tender, even as they probed her own, kissing her gently and then intensifying the pressure which send trails of sparks throughout her that were of pleasure instead of light. Her lips burned but she didn't back away from him or back down, kissing him in return while reaching a hand over to stroke his healthy crop of dark hair.

Oh man, she thought as his tongue tried to tease her into opening her mouth to take it inside, where she would just die if he tasted her there. She opened up slightly and he thrust his tongue inside, and it danced inside of her mouth, almost enough to make her sigh if she could. But she just relished how he stroked the inside of her mouth with it, definitely owning it. Her panties chafed against her pussy which had begun to feel wet while they kissed.

"God, you can kiss me anytime," she said, when he released her.

He smiled and picked a strand of grass out of her hair.

"Anytime, any place," he said, "but I want to do much more than just kiss."

Her eyes danced.

"Like what?"

He kissed her again on the mouth, and then his hands started fiddling under her shirt. Before she knew it, she felt their gentle, teasing pressure on her breasts, which pushed up against their confinement.

"Like this..."

He gently nudged her down on the grass by the stream and nudged her legs apart, moving between them. Damn, she felt his hardness against her then, with just a few layers of clothing between them, she felt how aroused he had gotten. She licked her lips as he looked down at her, the grass tickled the back of her neck as he lowered his mouth on hers as he unbuttoned her pants.

She sighed as she blindly reached while still kissing him to push her damn jeans down her legs, so there'd just be some blue lacy panties and then when those came down, only her.

He manuevered himself on top of her after pulling her pants down and working on his own. The next thing she felt was his body wearing cotton and his erection straining against it against the cleft between her thighs. She bit her lip as he kissed her neck down to the hollow of her collar bone, which rose just above her shirt. His hands reaching for her panties, blindly as they twisted together.

"Let me..."

She took matters into her own hand and with a gentle tug, her panties were down and she felt a soft breeze against her pussy which lay nestled in a cluster of soft curls. Then a moment later, her eyes widened because she felt his cock nudging at the entrance of her pussy, hard and naked.

"Wait a minute cowboy," she said, "You're forgetting something."

He smiled then and fumbled around in his jeans pocket pulling out the packet. He deftly ripped it open and sheathed himself up. She just looked into his face while he did that, taking in the intense concentration lining his face, the sturdiness of his shoulders and damn...

Just then he thrust inside of her, stretching her beyond what she thought she could handle. Her pussy slickened by anticipation of this moment hugged him tightly and he groaned as she grabbed hold of him for dear life.

"Oh god..."

She felt him thrust against her, tentatively at first, his cock reaching further into the depths of her warmth with each stroke. He'd withdraw and she'd feel that loss of him before he thrust through her lips once again, increasing the tension building up inside of her.

God knew what it did for him. His body felt slick where the clothing had been peeled away and the scent of his aftershave reached her, heightening her excitement. She cried out as he quickened the pace, his hips flexing and driving him in deeper.

"Ooooh...."

She felt the exquisite pressure threaten to become much greater than she could stand, his thrusts kept coming, relentless in their focus and he nudged her thighs open as wide as they could be pushed apart while partially clothed.

"Oh god..."

She screamed as she felt the surge of pleasure shoot through her as she felt her body become uncoiled, the tension being released until she couldn't stand it. She gripped him hard enough to cause pain but he kept thrusting inside of her until he arched his back and shuddered.

He collapsed against her and they both just lay there as the sun soaked through the tapestry of trees to add to the heat between them.

Oh god, she had done it, they had done it, and elation filled her as his arms tightened in his embrace. But then as the passion ebbed from her slowly like a shadow receding, she felt reality hit her.

The man she had just fucked by the stream had been about to get engaged to the daughter of one of his father's business partners. But surely now, everything had changed now that they had come together. He had wanted her as badly as she had craved him, after all that's why he'd kissed her in the barn laying out a trail to lead to this moment.

His first glance at her after what they had just shared would give her that answer, but she kept her eyes closed now, afraid to look. Not quite ready to look straight at him and inside of him.

So unsure of what she would find there.