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Black Friday

By: DaveAM



This is a story I wrote for Marie. This is also something that we would like to act out together someday. In real life she would obviously have a safe word to make it stop at any time if things got too much for her. Hopefully she wouldn't use them. Anyway hope you enjoy the story!

Part 1

I silently creep into your house. Your door was unlocked. I can hear you upstairs. I take off my shoes so I can tiptoe in my stocking feet and surprise you. I take the rope (I had cut some to an appropriate length so I'd be ready) and the restraints and quietly go up the stairs. 

When I get to the top I see you with your back to me and quietly come up behind you. I grab you from behind and put my hand over your mouth. You struggle but I got a good grip on you. I whisper in your ear - 'calm down, and I won't really hurt you - don't yell - actually you can yell if you want but you know that no one lives close enough to hear you - don't fight me - it will only make it worse.' 

I march you over to the bed and throw you on it. You look up at me and see my face for the first time. You say 'I've seen you.' 

'Yes' I reply, 'I've been following you - learning all about you. I know that you're home by yourself for the day. And I'm going to have fun with you.' You start to try and get up but I jump on top of you and sit on your belly with one leg on each side. 'I've never assumed that you'd hold still for my plans for the day so I'm going to tie you down.' 

Your eyes look terrified. And you start talking 'why are you doing this? why me? please don't do this, I'll give you money - please don't - d-d-d-don't hurt me.'

I explain that I picked you because you are beautiful. I don't want your money - I want your body and I'm going to take it. I put your wrists in the restraints and loop the rope under the mattress and tie the restraints to the rope. I then move down your body and put the restraints around your ankles and pull your legs as far apart as I can and tie them down. 

I move up to your face and try to kiss you. You pull away - I grab your face and pull it to look at me and say 'I guess you haven't fully realized your predicament yet. I going to do what I want and take what I want and you can't do anything about it. You will enjoy this more if you cooperate and don't fight me.' 

Holding your face I kiss your cheek and then your lips. You don't reciprocate. Maybe later you will!

Part 2

I then get up and go downstairs to get the rest of the toys I plan on using. As I'm walking downstairs I hear you thrashing about trying to get free. You are yelling 'where are you going? why are you doing this? Please Stoooooooop.' 

When I get back upstairs you are quiet and I smile at you. I thank you and you look puzzled. Your thrashing about worked your nightshirt up to your hips. I am now looking directly at your pink pussy. When you finally realize what happened and what I'm looking at - your face becomes as pink as your pussy and you try to close your legs to no avail. 

I say 'your not wearing any underwear - you must have known I was coming and got ready for me.' I climb up on top of you again. Don't be embarrassed I say I'm going to see everything in a second. I grab the collar of your shirt and rip it down the center. I pull it to the sides exposing your luscious breasts along with your formerly exposed cunt and it leaves you basically naked. 

I reach down and rub my hands from your neck to your breasts to your nipples down your stomach to your thighs and finally along your pussy. I then bring my fingers to my nose and inhale your beautiful scent. I then proceed to tell you that when I said I wouldn't hurt you I meant that I would do no lasting damage. But that part of what is going to happen today might sting a little. 

I pick up the ruler I brought and say we'll start with this. I drag the plastic ruler over your body giving you a feel of it. Eventually I end back up at your tits. You begin to whimper - please noooooooo. I begin to lightly tap your breasts not to hard avoiding your nipples. You jump a little with each swat but you don't say anything. I then start to increase the pressure and after swatting all around your breast finally hit your each nipple directly with the hardest swat. You jump and groan but seem to be OK. 

I move down and put my fingers in your pussy. They come out wet. HHHHHmmmmmm - I ask are you enjoying this? and you reply NO - of course not. But I wonder. I then rub the ruler around your thighs and vaginal opening. Now you yell 'OMYGOD NO NOT THERE!' But I just smile and say just to let you know I'm going to hit you ten times - each will be just a little harder than the last. 

I begin ONE directly on your wide-open pussy. You don't say anything - I can see your eyes saying that wasn't so bad maybe I can take this. TWO! THREE! you moan. FOUR! you whimper. FIVE! you jump. SIX! you yell ahhh! SEVEN! you groan oohhhhhh. EIGHT! you yell please stop. NINE! Stop I can't take it. and then TEN! You jump but quickly begin to relax knowing its over and your ok and when you seem to be fully relaxed - I slap the ruler down hard one more time directly on your clit. 

You jump and scream NOOOOOooo. I say that's just to let you know I can do anything! You look at me with hate in your eyes but when I put my fingers to your pussy they are sopping wet. HHHHMMMMMMMMMM.

I take off all my clothes. I again sit up on your belly and slip my now erect penis between your breasts. I grab each breast with a hand and push them up over my prick and I slid it back and forth between your breasts. It feels so good your soft, smooth, silky, skin covering my dick. I then grab each nipple between my thumb and forefinger and hold it over my penis now I rub up and down between your stretched out boobs. 

After a while your nipples slip from my grasp. I hold your head up and ask if your Ok and are thirsty. You whisper 'a little.' So I decide to give you something to drink but maybe not what you expected.

I slid further up your body and put my dick on your lips. You close your mouth. I ask if you need another spanking to cooperate. You look into my eyes and slowly shake your head no. I say - so open your mouth. You keep looking at me and eventually open your mouth and start to say 'please don't make me do this - don't.' . . . you can't continue because I've filled your mouth with my penis. 

I slid it in and out of your wet mouth. I can feel your tongue sliding up and down my dick. For someone who was reluctant to do this your mouth is incredible. You seem to be really getting into it. I pull my prick to the edge of your lips and your tongue licks my opening. You seem to suck me back into you. I now start to pump furiously in and out, in and out, I can feel my orgasm approaching. 

I tell you that I'm coming and you try to pull away. I groan - No your going to take it all. After a few more pumps I begin to ejaculate into your mouth - you try and swallow it but some drips out of your mouth and down your cheek. I pull out satisfied and you say 'how could you do this to me?' but I now know your starting to get into it even if you won't admit it to yourself. 

I go and get a towel and first wipe my penis off then I go to your face. First I grab a glob of my sperm that dribbled out on my finger, and put it to your lips. You look at me and then knowing what you are suppose to do lick my finger clean. I then wipe your face and clean you up. I again kiss you and this time I can feel you starting to reciprocate. HHHHmmmmmmm 

Part 3

I look down at the bag of toys and wonder what to use next. I reach down and put the bag above your head so you can't see it. I reach in and pull something out and move my hand beside your head next to your ear. You then hear a snapping sound. You groan and say 'please NO you've had your fun now let me go pleasssse.' 

'Don't you realize the day has just started?' I ask. You close your eyes and turn away from me. I put my hands on your breasts - cup them and squeeze gently. You moan as I continue to massage them. The massage feels good to you as they are still tingling from the ruler. I continue to massage with my thumbs pressing into your nipple - the light pressure seems to be relieving the tenderness you feel from the ruler. You are starting to groan in appreciation, as the feeling is good. Then I move my right hand and your hear the clicking in your ear again. 

You tense up and look up at me. I smile and show you the clothespin I'm holding in my hand. You shake your head back and forth and try to move but your still tied down and I'm sitting on top of you. You just say 'pleeeaaasse nnnoooooooo.' 

I grab your left tit and attach the clip about two inches from your nipple. You gasp as you feel the pinch. You look down at you boob and see the pin waving in the air. And then you hear another click. 

'Ooohhhh God!' This pin is attached on the other side of your breast again about two inches from your stiff nipple. 'No - no - no.' But you hear another click. This time I attach it to your soft right mound - again away from the nipple. And then another to the other side of your breast. You hold your breath and bite your bottom lip waiting to the sting to lessen. It finally does - you breathe and look at me. 

I don't know exactly what your look means but I don't see the hate that I saw earlier. I can tell that your still scared but I think that you seem a little excited also. HHHmmmmmmmm. I bend down and kiss your lips and then each nipple and then I pull your nipple into my mouth and bite it gently and pull up, holding it with my teeth. 

The pins seem to be stretching your breasts; pulling your nipples taut. Your nipple is hard in my mouth and then you again hear a clicking! You wimper 'noooooooooo.' I pull my teeth off and attach the clip directly to the hardened erect nipple. 

You squeeze your eyes shut and wait for the pain to lessen – with you eyes still shut you again hear a clicking. I quickly attach it to your other nipple by letting it snap close. You scream, a quick yell and jerk off the bed. You fall back after a few seconds absorbing the pain and appear drained. 

You now have six pins attached in a row across your breasts three on each. I flick each in turn the ones attached to your nipples cause the most reaction - a jerk of your whole body. But this movement causes all of the clips to wiggle back and forth and you realize it would be better it you remain still. 

I continue to play with the clips for a few minutes – flicking - twisting - pulling - lifting your breasts by the clips attached to the nipples stretching your tits up as far as I can away from your body. You are groaning, and keep saying 'stop, please stop, noooo.' But your words are spoken softly almost a whisper. There is no force behind them. Either you are totally worn down and have nothing left or you're getting excited and don't really want me to stop. - I'm hoping for the latter. 

Part 4 

I move down your body – stroking your sides and thighs as I go. I kneel between your splayed open legs. Your pussy is glistening in front of me obviously wet from excitement. HHHHmmmmmm what have we here? I rub my fingers up and down your southern lips and then slowly insert two fingers into your vagina. I am stunned that they slid in so easily - you are soaked with your juices. I pull out my fingers and hold them up. Showing you how wet they are. 

You look embarrassed – knowing your getting excited by this. I put my fingers in my mouth and lick your delicious juice. I ask if you know how good it is. You shake your head back and forth not really understanding. I put my fingers back inside you and again they come out dripping. This time I bring my fingers to your lips. You close your mouth and shake your head no. I grab your chin and tell you to open your mouth. 

Slowly you do and I put my fingers in your mouth and tell you to lick them off. As you do you realize your tasting your own juices and you realize that it tastes good!!

I look in my bag of toys and realize that I have a lot more clothespins! I pull out a pair and show them to you snapping them in my hands. I can see in your eyes that you are frightened and when I pull your pussy lips apart and attach the first clip; you yell and try and move your legs to get away, but you are securely tied down. I put its partner directly across from the first clip. 

While you are moaning - I don't think you feel it's as bad as you thought it was going to be. When your hear the clicking of the second pair of clips I pulled out, you look at them almost resigned to your fate. I attach them again on either side of your cunt lips. Then I pull out a third pair and attach them – then a fourth pair. 

Finally I pull out a single clothespin. I hold it in front of you and snap it a few times. Your eyes are just looking into mine. I rub my fingers up and down your pussy. I find your clitoris and play with it - rubbing the hard little nub. I grab it with two fingers and pull on it gently, and finally, while looking into your wide open eyes starring at me, attach the final pin to you clit. 

Your inhale a sharp quick breath and hold it, finally letting it out in short quick gasps as your body adjust to the conflicting sensations you are feeling. You seem to be becoming more and more aroused, the pain seems to be turning into pleasure. I look down at your body that I've now decorated with a small forest of clothespins and smile. 

I see a large hand mirror on your dresser and get an idea. I jump up and grab the mirror. I come back to the bed and gently lift your head and put a pillow under it. You look down at your breasts and see the row of six clothespins on your breasts and nipples holding them taut. 

Further down you can see the tops of the pins on your pussy. Then I hold the mirror down between your legs facing you and you can see your cunt held open by the pins and the clothespin in the center tight on your clit. Your whole body shudders, making all the pins shake causing you to groan as you can feel the pressure on each pin. 

Leaving the mirror propped between your legs, I move beside you and give each clothespin one by one a pull or a twist or a flick. First on your right breast then on your left – Then I move down to your pussy. Starting at the bottom I play with each clip in turn until I finally get to the one on your clit. 

I twist it back and forth and then holding just one edge of the clip I pull on it until pulls off with a snap. You groan "oohhhhhmmyygggoooodddd" and have a shuddering orgasm from the Pain?/Pleasure? 

I smile - but say 'who said you could have an orgasm? I SNAP the pin back on your clit and pick up the RULER once again. 

Part 5

Holding the RULER I tap all three pins on your left breast at once. 'I'll tell you when and if you can have an orgasm' I say, hitting the clothespins on your right breast. 

'Please stop, it hurts' you say. 

'Oooohhh to bad.' I move the ruler between the two rows on your pussy and tap them back and forth, back and forth. Then I put the tip of the plastic ruler at the opening of your vagina and twist it back and forth over the opening. 

I look up at you and your eyes are looking at me. You don't say anything just stare at me as I slowly insert the RULER into you about an inch. You bite your bottom lip, but don't say anything. I twirl the ruler around and your eyes get huge. You still don't say anything. I say well we have a nice measuring device - lets see how much you and take. 

I move an inch deeper and again twirl the ruler. This time you have a sharp intake of breath, and a quick jerk but still don't say anything. Lets go DEEPER!! Two more inches in I slowly twist the ruler all the way around. You are taking short quick breaths but still don't say anything.'

This time I push it in 3 more inches and you say 'OOOHHHHFFUUCCKKKKK MMMMMMEEEE nnnnnnnnnooooo.' I twist it, twirl it, carefully pull it out a little and then back. You are moaning constantly now. 

'Would you like to see?' I ask?? I grab the mirror again and hold it up. First I put it on your belly so you can see both sides of your breasts. I flick the nipple pins as you watch. I then move the mirror to you cunt. Look how much of the ruler you took. You can see that only five inches of the RULER are now sticking out of your wide open, clothespin clipped pussy. 

While you watch I twist each pin on your lips and tug on the pin on your clit, all while turning the RULER around and around and around and around. 'oh, oh, oh, oh, oh myyyyyyyy goooodddddddd!!' Finally I carefully extract the RULER. 

You watch as I bring it to my lips and clean your delicious juices off one side with my tongue. Then I bring the other side to your lips. Reluctantly you stick out your tongue and lick the other side tasting yourself. I smile and say 'as a reward I'll remove some of the clips.' 

'Oh thank you, thank you,' you say - they're starting to really pinch. I'm wondering if you'll still thank me as they actually come off. I move to your breasts and remove one clip from each tit. 'owwwwwwwwwwwww,' you yell. 

'What happened to the thank yous' I ask as I unclip the second pair from your breasts. uuunnnngnnnnggnggggggg. Finally I grab the pair attached to your nipples. Instead of unclipping them, I pull them upwards until they have stretched out your breasts and they just SNAP off the nipples. 

This time you really yell. You had kind of gotten used to them being clipped - unclipping was worse. MUCH worse. 'ohhhhhh please they hurt so much,' you say, 'kiss them please.' Hhmmmmm now you're asking for my mouth on them. I kiss them softly easing some of the tension in them I use my thumb on the one I'm not kissing to gently massage it. Ohhhhhhhhh you moan, until I take one between my teeth and pull HARD. 

'Oh my god, you bastard' you yell. 

'Yea I know.' I move my hand and brush all of the pins still attached. And say what other toys do we have? I put my hand in the bag and pull out a realistic looking dildo. 'What shall we do with this?' . . . . . To be continued!

Part 6

So I take the dildo and show it to you. You remain silent but bite your lower lip. While you seem to be plenty wet I take out the tube of lubricant and drip some on your left nipple - the coldness of it tightens your bud. I say 'see I don't want to REALLY hurt you.' 

I then rub the dong all over your nipple in the lubricant getting it nice and slippery. As I'm focused on getting the whole thing moist I hear you whisper 'thanks.' 

I look up at your face and smile and say 'your welcome' and ask 'are you starting to get into this?' 

You look at me somewhat horrified and say 'N-n-n-o of course not.' But as I move the dildo to the opening between your legs - between all the clothespins that are still attached - you close your eyes, bite your lower lip again, and give me just a hint of a smile. 

Just maybe I'm getting to you or I think you might like loosing all control knowing that nothing I do to you today is your fault - being tied and forced to do things that you would never do. 

The lubed plastic dick slides right in you. You are already plenty lubed yourself. I slowly keep pushing it in deeper and deeper and deeper until my hand pushes against all the clothespins attached to your lips and you've taken it all. You let out you breath you've been holding and groan uuunnnnnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhh. 

I flick the pin on your clit and your whole body jerks. You open your eyes and look at me with huge staring eyes. While you might not admit it - I now know that you are enjoying this at least on a purely physical level. 

I slide the dildo all the way out and put it at the opening of your lips again and just hold it there. You raise your butt just slightly and I know want it back inside you. This time knowing that you and the dong are well lubbed I slam it into you smashing my hand into the pins. You groan and I again slide it all the way out and wait. 


Black Friday



You look up at me confused by what I am doing. I ask 'do you want it back inside of you?' 

And you say 'Nnnnooooooooooo.' So again I slam it into you - hitting the clips. This time I just hold it inside you for a while. While it's buried inside you I get up off the bed and start to walk away. You yell 'what the hell are you doing? - where are you going?' 

I ignore you and walk into the bathroom out of your vision. You moan, 'please, please you can't leave me like this?' I come back into your line of sight and ask 'what do you mean like this?' You don't reply. 

I ask 'Do you mean tied up with clothespins all over your pussy and a dildo in your cunt - or do you mean without having another orgasm?' You don't reply but I think you had a little of both in you mind when you asked the question. 

I return to the bed with a towel in my hand and roughly wipe the lubricant off your nipple. I then put my lips on it and lick all around the nipple. Gently biting it with my teeth. They are still very tender from the clips so even the gentle biting is having an obvious effect on you. 

I adjust the pillow under your head so that you are again looking down your body. I move the mirror between you spread legs so that you can see the end of the dildo sticking out of your pussy among the clothespins. With one hand holding the mirror in place I start moving the plastic dong again. 

I spin it around and then slowly start to pull it out. This time I leave its head just inside of you. And slowly push it back in twisting it around as I do. I now start to pull it out and push it back in faster and faster. Each time it goes all the way in my hand bumps the clothespins adding intensity to what you are feeling. 

At some point when the dildo is buried in you I point it upward and drag it out pressing all the while against your belly. Obviously I hit a good spot because you yell out 'ohmygod, OhMyGod, OHMyGoddd, OHHHMyyyyyGGOODDD, OOOOHHH MMMYYYYYY FFUUCCKKKIIINNNGGGGG GGOOODDDD!' Your eyes are closed but I can tell it's from pleasure not pain that you're moaning. I keep rubbing the dildo up and down and up and down and sometimes twisting as I pull it in and out against the upper side of your pussy. You are obviously getting ready to orgasm again - so I pull out the dildo and stop. 

Your eyes snap open and you look at me your chest is heaving and you are obviously close to an orgasm. You try to pull your legs together but cannot move them. 'Ohmygod, please, please ... ' you say. 

I reply 'please what?' You realize what you are almost begging for and softly whisper 'nothing' as you are regaining control. But we both know what you wanted. 

I grab hold of one of the clothespins attached to your lips and pull it out stretching your lip and then remove it. 'OHhhnnnnnnnnnoooo' you groan. And then I do the same thing to the next clip. Stretching your lip out before releasing it. I go through the same process as you continue to groan with the 3rd pin, the fourth pin, the fifth pin, sixth pin, seventh pin, and eighth pin. 

There is a sheen of sweat on your face and body. I say 'one more left.' You have been thinking about this one since about pin 4. The pins on your lips weren't too bad but the last one it directly on your clit. I begin to pull on it gently stretching it out from you. 

I hold it stretched out and look up at you and your eyes are darting from your pussy to the mirror where you can easily see where the clothespin is attached to my face. When you see that I'm watching you - you close your eyes embarrassed and then I pull the pin until it SNAPS off your clit. Your whole body shudders. I let you relax for a moment and watch your face and breasts and lovely cunt. 

Then I climb on top of you. I put my dick at your entrance. You have turned away your face so you don't have to look at me. My rock hard dick slides in and then I push it to the hilt. The weight of my body cums down on your stretched out body. I love the feel of you tender nipples on my chest. 

I start to rhythmically pump into you. Your heat and soft insides sweetly caressing my throbbing penis. I stop and put my face next to your ear. You might be thinking that your minutes away from having this all over. But instead you hear me say 'I need to turn you over. To do this I'll have to untie you. If you fight me - I'll punish you. Are you going to be a good little girl, my beautiful one, or are you going to fight me and cause more pain?' 

I lift my head to see your face and very softly, you say 'I'll be good' Knowing that it is far from over!!!!!!!

Part 7

I smile very happy that you now seem to be cooperating. I start pumping my penis in and out of you again slamming into your tender pussy. I realize that I need to stop if I want anything left for later and stop pumping as I'm buried in you. 

I look in your face - lean down and KISS you on the lips - you start to KISS me back - so I push my tongue into your mouth. I guess you realize what you are doing at that point - kissing the man who is in the middle of raping you and jerk you head away. 

I say 'That's ok - I KNOW you're having fun now' and pull out of you and get up. I ask if your thirsty - and you don't say anything - as you remember what happened that last time you said yes to that. I say 'no I'll give you a real drink if you want.' You just nod your head up and down. 

I get up and run downstairs and go to the kitchen. I grab a glass and fill it with ice and water - take a drink myself then refill it and bring it back up to you. Gently I lift your head and bring the glass to your lips. You drink and drink. You were obviously thirsty and hot. 

Realizing you are hot I decide to help you cool down. I take an ice cube and rub it over your forehead. I them put it to your lips and you suck it as I rub it over your sweet lips. Then I trail it down your neck to the valley between your breasts. I circle each breast with the ice and then slowly bring it up to your nipple. I roll the ice all over your nipple and it gets even harder. Then I bring what remains of the ice to the other nipple and cool that one down AND make it harder. I continue until the cube is gone. Your heat has melted it rapidly. 

I grab another cube and again circle each breast and quickly drip a couple of drops on your nipples and then move down. I rub the ice over a scar you have under your right breast. Then I put it in your belly button where I let it sit until it melts. You start to shiver a little and I ask if you're cooling off. 

You nod, but I grab another ice cube from the glass saying 'I know one place that is still HOT!' and place it at the lips of your pussy. 

You cry 'please no it's too cold.' I ignore your plea and rub the ice up and down your HOT pussy lips and over your thighs. Finally I put the cube at your southern lips again and push it in. You moan 'oohhhmmyygooodd - nnnnoooooooooo' and twist as much as you can but I hold the cube inside of your HOT cunt until it is completely melted. 

'Are you cool now?' I ask, but you just turn your head away and say nothing.

I bend down a give each cooled, hardened, nipple a kiss and a tweak knowing I won't see them for a while. I move to the corner of the bed and untie your left ankle. I massage for a minute the place where the restraint has been. I remind you that you promised to "be good" and put it down and move to the other ankle repeating the process. 

With both ankles untied - I decide that while you're not thrashing about I don't want to take any unnecessary chances and climb on top of you again one leg on either side of your ribcage. I lean forward and undo your left wrist. Moving forward had caused my prick to slide up between your soft cool breasts - again giving me pleasure. 

I slide back and then forward again to undo your right wrist - all the while my stiff member is sliding over your incredibly cool, soft, smooth, breasts. I've been hard for hours now. This day is turning out to be the most exciting of my life. 

You are now momentarily free. I move and lay down on top of you. My penis is on top of your mound and our chests are tight together. I put my arms around your back and squeeze you to me. Your arms are at your sides. I say 'Hug me.' After a minute you rest your arms on my back - but there is no hug. 'Oh well - you'll be sorry you didn't hug me' I say and sit up once again. I lift up and say 'turn over.' 

After your on your stomach I get up off the bed and reattach all the restraints almost daring you to give me some trouble - but you keep your head turned away from me and meekly allow me to retie you to the bed. 

I take the pillows from your head and have you lift up putting them under your stomach raising you butt, exposing your pussy, and adding tension to restraints. I move to your head and say 'remember you didn't hug me!' - and show you the the RULER again. 

You say 'No - no - no I - I - I d-did hug you - please don't use that on me again.' 

'You didn't hold me tight enough' I reply and move to your soft - raised ass that seems to be just waiting for me. 'I'm going to give you ten swats' I tell you. 

Sarcastically you ask 'don't you mean eleven?' 

'Oooowwwww, getting sassy' I say, 'I meant 15.' As I look at you - your butt is raised invitingly on the pillows and your pussy is fully exposed as your legs are again spread wide apart and tied. I begin with a swat on your left cheek, the second is on your right. Neither was especially hard, but with each succeeding swat I increase the pressure. Three, Four, FIve, SIx, SEVen, EIGht, NINe, TEN, ELEVen, TWELVe, THIRTEEn, FOURTEEn and finally I Wallop you with number FIFTEEN! 

I then gently massage your reddened ass with my hand, as I use the ruler once more square on your cunt and as you scream I say simply 'ooops, I meant sixteen!' 

And you say 'Fuck you.' 

I reply 'No I'll Fuck YOU!' 

I lay down on top of you pressing my weight into you, rubbing my prick in the crack of your red butt. I whisper in your ear 'are you ready for the next part?' And then you hear the now familiar SSNAPP and groan softly 'nnnooooooooooooooooooooo' to which I reply 'but oohhh yes!'

Part 8

I slide down your body, loving the luxurious feeling of your skin on mine until I get to your reddened ass and kiss it gently. As I kneel between your spread legs I look down at you and you are just completely wide open to me. Your butt is raised up on the pillows like an offering, and I run my fingers down the crack of you ass moving gently over your asshole continuing down to your still wet wide open pussy - I hear a soft moan as I gently rub your southern lips and again gently slide two fingers into your vagina. 

By this point in our day - they slide so easily in and out it's amazing. I push them in as far as I can - twist a little with them fully inserted and then drag them out - all the while pushing them down toward the bed. Again I hear you softly moan as I remove my fingers and then your body jumps as you hear the SNAP of a clothespin again. 

As I attach the first clothespin to your lip you quietly whisper 'ooohhhmmmyygggooodddddd.' As I begin to attach the second, you just begin a guttural moan 'uunnnnnnggggghhhhh' that doesn't stop as I attach the 3rd and 4th pins. The groan seems to increase in intensity as the 5th and sixth pins are attached. 

With you in this position six on your lips seems to be enough so I just take one more - snap it - and ask - 'do you know where I'm going to put this one?' and now your groan almost becomes a yell 'aaaahhhhhhnnnnnggggghhhh' as you wait for the final snap. I rub it back and forth over your clit before I clip it gently on your clit. You then go quiet as if you're trying to get your body to adjust to all the sensations. 

I move up to your face look in your eyes and ask if your OK. You look at me and don't say anything but slowly shake your head up and down. I bend down and give your cheek a kiss and then move back between your legs. I go to my bag of toys. You can't see what is happening but all of a sudden you can feel something smooth at the opening of you pussy. 

Then something is inserted into you. I slide it in and out . . . and in and out . . . and in and out. It's real smooth and everytime I pull it out I press down looking for your Good spot. From the noises you make I think I'm finding it. Everytime I push it deep into you my hand bumps into the clips attached to you. 

I am hoping that you are getting some conflicting sensations. Some very pleasurable from the item sliding in and out of you and some not so pleasurable from the clips attached to you lips and clit being jarred each time I fully jam the item into your cunt. After a while I slide it in as deep as I can and leave it there. 

Again I move up to your face and ask if you're ok. This time your starting to breath heavily but look at me and quietly say 'yes' I move back between you legs and look at you. Now your ass is still red, there are seven clothespins attached to your cunt and clit and something is poking out of your pussy. I bend over and again kiss each cheek of your red ass and then again reach into my bag of toys. 

I start to caress your red bum. You still have something completely filling your vagina and now your getting an ass rub. You are starting to moan and now there is no doubt that it's from pleasure. I rub my fingers up and down the crack in your ass and you can feel something cold and wet rubbing all over your crack. Finally my fingers come to rest at the opening of your asshole. Your moans come to an immediate stop and you hold your breath. 

Very slowly and gently I insert my well lubricated index finger into your butt. I pause at the first knuckle and you take your first breath. And say 'oooouuuumyyyygodddd.' I twist my finger around and then again slowly push in a little further to my second knuckle. Again I stop and wiggle my finger a little. At this point I take the object in your vagina and turn the knob and the 'buzzzzz' of the vibrator fills the room. 

I hear you say "oh ... oh ... oh ... OH ... MY ... GOD ... HELP ... ME!!" Now you have the seven clothespins on your lips and clit, the smooth vibrator buzzing in your cunt and my index finger flexing in your ass. I push in my index finger until it's buried in your bum. I keep sliding the vibrator in and out of you and the vibrations must be getting to you as you keep moaning unintelligible sounds of PLEASURE. 

I pull my finger out and replace it with another device, a slim blue toy designed for your butt. I slide the well-lubricated toy into your ass and then pull it out and again reinsert it. I now use this toy to fuck your ass in and out very slowly - I am trying to be careful here so I go slowly in and out. But as I hear your moans I know your enjoying it and speed up the process. I now start pumping both toys in and out of you at the same time - the vibrator buzzzzzzing and obviously having an electric effect on your pussy. 

Finally as you seem to be about ready to CUM I stop. The vibrator is still buzzing but both toys are now motionless but deep inside you. I move up to your face and again ask if you're ok? you reply "please, please help me!" Help you what? I ask. "You can't keep me at the brink like this," you say. Hhhhhhhmmmmmm "Well first things first" I say - "I need to cum too. Maybe you can help me and then I'll help you." You simply say 'ok.'

I lean over you and turn the dial up on the vibrator increasing the BUZZZZZZZZZ. Your eyes open wide - I guess you thought that it was already on full. And then I move so that my dick is at your mouth. "Remember your going to help me!" and with that you readily open your mouth and take me in. This time you seem to be relishing your role. You suck my prick deep into your throat and then start moving your head back and forth moving up and down my penis. 

I can feel your tongue licking the head as it almost comes out of your mouth. I am amazed by your effort as you are still completely tied down with your pussy clipped and full of a racing vibrator and your reddened ass is also full. But you are using your mouth and tongue on my dick. 

I thought that I would have to be pumping in and out of you but you seem to be doing all the work. You lift up and keep only the head in your mouth - your tongue swirls around and you use your lips to tighten your hold on my dick. WOW - you are incredible after all you've gone through to have this much energy left - you must really want to CUM! 

My penis is getting larger from all your work and I'm getting ready to explode so I pull out of your luscious, lickable lips. You look at me and I bend down KISS your lips and now you definitely kiss me back pushing your tongue into mine. WOW again. I ask if you are ready. "YES . . . PLEASE . . . . Help me NOW". I move back between your legs and begin to remove the clips quickly. 

I remove the six clips attached to you lips but leave the one on you clit attached and give it a few taps. I move the vibrator in and out a few times while at the same time sliding the blue toy in and out of your butt. You are groaning as I remove the vibrator. You yell NOoooooooo. But I take my penis and rub it up and down your tender lips hitting the only clothespin left in the process. Part 9

Slowly I put the head of my penis at the opening of your vagina. And then slowly push in. S-l-o-w-l-y going deeper and deeper until my entire length in fully inserted in you. Then just as s-l-o-w-l-y I pull all the way out. 'OHMYGOD' you feel so good. I push into you again a little faster this time. And now I begin to find a rhythm in and out. Now that I have my rhythm - I begin to slide the blue toy in and out of your ass at the same time. In and out, in and out. 

Now my prick needs to pick up the pace and I start slamming into you. Every time I slam into you I hit the clothespin still attached to your clit and give it a little bang. You are now moaning in some very obvious pleasure. I am still trying to keep the rhythm going in and out of your ass. After a little while I can't concentrate any more and just push the blue toy in as far as I can and leave it deep inside you while I now begin to pound your pussy. 

In and out and in and out - I'm going at a furious pace. Then all of a sudden I can feel all of the days excitement begin to build inside of me. I pound into you again and again and again . . . and then I start to convulse CUMMING while buried deep inside you. I jerk and more cums out of me and then more - at the same time I feel you starting to shudder. First in your pussy - it's like your squeezing my dick and then your whole body begins to shake - you are also having an orgasm. I take the blue toy out of your ass - then collapse on top of you while my penis is still deep inside of you. 

Slowly - we both begin to catch our breaths. Slowly my penis begins to shrivel. I can feel your cunt squeezing it as gets smaller and smaller until I flop out of you. I lift up and remove the last clothespin from you clitoris - gently. I ask if your ok and you just nod your head.

Reluctantly I start to get up and you request to go to the bathroom. I say ok and begin untying you. As I release each leg I massage the place where it was cuffed. When your legs are release you bring them together gratefully after hours of being spread wide open. 

As I start to release your hands I remind you not to do anything stupid - as it's almost over. I take your hands and help you up and walk you to the toilet - I turn away to give you a little privacy as you start to pee. I go to the doorway and wait until you are done. As you come out I escort you back to the bed. 

I have you lay down on your back and look down at your beautiful body. Today has been everything I had imagined and then some. I lay down beside you with my hand again rubbing your beautiful breasts. I put my hand on your chin and have you look at me. 




Black Friday



I tell you that you can't tell anyone about today and that if you do I'll be back and it will be much worse. You say you won't. I bend down to you and kiss your nipples again and then move up to your pretty face and kiss your lips - after a few seconds you start to kiss me back and then you put your arms around me to give me the HUG that I had wanted earlier. I lift up from you and look in your eyes and smile. 

I get up and reluctantly start to get dressed. I pack up my toys and ropes and cuffs - I leave you the clothespins and I say 'to remember me.' I find a pair of your panties on the floor and bring them to my nose. Then I move them to your cunt and rub them up and down soaking up the nectar that remains and then sniff them again. I put them in my pocket and say 'to remember you.' 

'I don't have to tie you while I leave do I?' I ask. You shake you head no. I bend down kiss you lips and give each nipple a tweak and say 'you should lock your doors.' 

As I start to leave you say "I never lock them". I look at you and your smiling and I turn and go thinking that you just invited me back!!!

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Black Friday



Hi my name is Brandi, I was married just 9 months ago to a man who I thought was perfect. I grew up in New York and had friends of many races but had never dated outside my own. 

My husband was a small town southern boy with all the charm in the world. We went to college together and dated for the last two years. Just a month after graduation we were married. We moved to his hometown where he went into the family business.

We had our own apartment but every Sunday it was dinner at his family's and this is where his true colors came out. I had never heard him say a bad word about any other race before this.

The longer I was with him I started to realize during college we never went anywhere that minorities were and if he noticed one we would immediately leave. The racist remarks were not left at home and he took every oppertunity to insult others in public. I started questioning my feelings for him.

My husband's friends were not much better. They would tease me about being his trophy wife. I am a brunette with a 34C-24-34 figure weighing 125 lbs at 5'7" tall.

When we went out they would rant and rave about how the blacks and hispanics were taking over the work force because of their minority status. They were sick and tired of having to hire or losing out on jobs as more experienced workers that were not lazy by nature.

My husband and I decided not to have children right away and build financial stability first. We were both only 22 and had plenty of years ahead of us so I was on the pill.

Thanksgiving was my breaking point. After listening to the racist bullshit at thes all day and the same all night at the bar, I needed time to myself.

I awoke early on Black Friday to go shopping and decide what I was going to do. I spent the day shopping and by noon I had a car full of gifts and was exhausted. I kept dropping packages on my way to the car, "Miss can we help you?"

I looked up to see two very large black men offer assistance, "Thank you, but I don't think....." and I trailed off before finishing.

"Southern belle same as all the rest," one of them said in an angry tone.

"I'm not a southern belle, I'm from New York."

"Why the attitude then?"

"What attitude? It's just that if my husband....."

"I get it hubby's a southern bred racist bastard."

"Man leave her alone and help her with the packages."

Before I could say another word they grabbed up the packages and followed me to my car. I tried to give them some money for the help, "Thanks, but it was our pleasure."

"I was just trying to repay your kindness, what can I do to thank you?"

"Have a drink with us," the nasty one said.

"Really I can't."

"We'll bring you some place and your pathetic husband will never know."

"Where?"

"It's a couple of towns over, I'm sure your husband or his friends would even see you."

"Why is that? If I may ask?"

"Not exactly his color choice of friends."

After a little more small talk they told me their names, James and Jerome. Jerome was the one with the attitude. I agreed to their offer and followed them. It was about a half an hour from home and definitely not an area my husband would be in.

We parked at a bar that looked a little seedy for my taste but I had agreed. When we walked in there were several crude comments about my fine white ass, or what a fine looking ho I was. I couldn't believe the comments but on the other hand deep down they made me feel sexy.

We were there for a couple of hours. I had a couple of beers with them. I danced and was taught how to shake my booty. The patrons all hooted and whistled when I did. During the slow dances I was held tight to either James or Jerome and what I felt rubbing my abdomen was humanly impossible. The more I danced the braver they became occasionally rubbing halfway down my ass cheeks. I don't know what was coming over me but I was getting sexually aroused from the comments and our rubbing crotches and hand slips.

I was becoming tired from the long day and told them I had to get going. The two of them escorted me out to my car. James the nicest of the two asked me to stay longer, "I can't, I'm exhausted and need to go home." 

"Call your hubby and tell him you drove a couple of hours to check out a sale and are now to tired to drive home tonight."

We talked for awhile longer I don't know what came over me but I agreed. Since moving here this was actually the first time I was having fun. I called my husband and he was okay with me coming home tomorrow. I booked a motel room across the street and paid cash. I moved my car behind the motel so it could not be seen, just incase.

We went back to the bar and had several more drinks. I met some of James and Jerome's friends and they were all very nice, a little touchy feely when dancing though.

Around 8:00 I had to go get some sleep. James and Jerome walked me to the motel. At the door I looked up to say thank you, James kissed me. I didn't pull away and soon our tongues were dueling. James broke the kiss, "Lets continue this party inside."

He led me inside and Jerome followed, "We don't have any drinks," I said.

"I'll be back," Jerome said.

"Where's he going?"

"To get a bottle and some beers."

James kissed me again and I didn't stop him. We started dancing with no music and the more his crotch rubbed my stomach the more excited I became. I couldn't believe how big and hard it was, I thought he was hiding something.

The more we danced the braver he became and started pulling my shirt out of my jeans. Soon he had it removed and was working on my jeans. The more his pelvis gyrated on my abdomen the more curious I became and started removing his clothes.

When I was down to my bra and bikini panties I started working on his belt when Jerome burst in, "Is this a private party or can I join?"

"If it's okay with Brandi," James said to him.

"If you got the drinks join the party," I said.

Jerome handed the bottle and beers to James and started dancing with me. I started stripping him as soon as he kissed me, he was hiding something too. I had him down to his boxers when I broke the kiss and finished with James pants. When he was down to his boxers, "What are you boys hiding in here?" I said snapping his waist band.

"That's for us to know and you to find out," James handed me a drink.

I was overcome with thoughts of my husband, "I, I can't do this I'm married."

James moved over and gave me a hug, "That's alright you don't have to do anything you don't want to."

I hugged James tight and looked up at him. He looked down at me and seeing his big brown eyes I kissed him this time. Our tongues were fighting my breathing became labored, my stomach was rubbing his crotch. The comfort and warmth I felt in his arms all thoughts of my husband were gone.

We seperated and all took seats and enjoyed our drinks. We talked some more and I felt really safe and protected. My eyes kept wandering to their boxers which were tented the whole time.

We finished our drinks and they got up and grabbed their pants, "Wait don't go," I blurted out.

"We don't want you to get the wrong idea about us niggers," Jerome spat out.

"I won't, I feel safe and protected with you and I want this," I got up and walked over to Jerome and gave him a passionate kiss. His arms wrapped around me. I moaned when he started playing with my ass. My hands dropped to the waist band of his boxers and pushed them down. 

My pussy got really wet when his bare cock bounced off my stomach. I could not see it. When I reached around and took hold of his cock I couldn't wrap my fingers around it. I started stroking it and was amazed by its length as well.

When our kiss broke I got my first look at his cock. My left hand was still stroking it and I could not believe the contrast of my white skin on his black, it was exhilarating.

I stared at it for a minute before moving to James and removing his boxers from my knees I found his cock to be just as impressive. I stared at his cock for a minute before leaning into kiss the head.

"That's it babe make love to it with your lips."

I started kissing his cock and was overcome with joy. I started licking the head and the underside of the shaft. Pre cum was soon leaking from his cock and it was the first time I tasted semen. Soon I put the head in my mouth and started bobbing my head up and down on it to capture more of his pre cum. I made love to his cock for a couple of minutes before moving back to Jerome and doing the same.

When my jaw got tired from being stretched I took a break and had another drink. While I was sipping my drink James and Jerome removed the remainder of my clothes. James head went between my legs and Jerome was sucking my breasts. I started getting a really warm feeling throughout my body. These two were making love to my body with their tongues. I felt an orgasm approaching and had to put my drink down before it hit. My body convulsed and squeezed James head between my thighs. When it was over I was enthralled.

James and Jerome had another drink while I recuperated.

When they were done with their beers James came over and lay next to me giving me a kiss and caressing my pussy. I was getting into this and my hips started bucking when he shoved a finger in and started fucking me, "I think miss Brandi is ready to party," Jerome said.

James rolled on top of me and his bare cock was rubbing my nether lips. I was getting more and more excited. When he started to push his cock into my honey pot, "Wait, do you have a condom?"

"What for? Nothing's better than skin on skin."

"I don't want to take a chance on catching a disease or getting pregnant."

"We're clean and will pull out if you want," he continued to push into me.

"Promise."

"Yes we promise," he continued stroking in and out going a little deeper each time. I started rocking my hips with each stroke, I was getting into it. 

James continued stroking in and out slowly, "This bitch got one tight pussy," James said.

"Can't wait to try that fine white ass," Jerome said.

James started fucking me harder and deeper kissing me passionately. His balls were slapping my ass and my hips were bucking, matching his thrusts. My pussy was responding to his thrusts coating his cock with my secretions. My pussy started contracting around his shaft milking it. I wrapped my legs around his waist and spurred him on. I grabbed his head and pulled his lips tighter to mine. My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks, my body convulsed and I was seeing stars.

"Oh, oh my god, fuck me."

James stopped fucking me leaving his cock head just inside my pussy lips and wouldn't move. I kissed him deeper and spurred him harder but nothing. He stayed still for a couple of minutes before breaking the kiss, "Say daddy give my that big nigger cock."

I couldn't say that word, "Daddy give me that big cock," I whimpered.

"Say it whore, what is it you want?"

"I want you to fuck me with that big cock."

"Then say it bitch."

A couple short thrusts and he stopped. I knew he was in complete control "Daddy fuck me with that big nigger cock."

James started pounding my pussy with that said. My legs cinched harder my orgasm burst and started rolling one on top of another, "Ohhhh, yessss that's it fuck my white pussy with that big nigger cock daddy."

That spurred James on he started building a sheen of sweat on his forehead and it dripped on my chest as he looked down at me. His cock started to expand, "Going to cum whore, where do you want it?"

Before I could answer he kissed me as he buried his cock, kissing the entrance of my womb I exploded in orgasm. His cock started pulsing I knew he was planting his black baby seed into my womb. Every pulse of his cock sent a warmth into my pussy that soon spread throughout my body as my pussy milked him for every last drop. His ejaculation was the most wonderful feeling I have ever felt, I was hooked. James cock stopped pulsing but my pussy continued to milk his cock.

James rolled off me and laid beside me, "You promised to pull out," I said.

"I promised if that's what you wanted, when I asked, you didn't tell me to."

"You kissed me so I couldn't."

"When you cinched me in with your legs that said no don't pull out, besides your not even mad."

I blushed and turned away, "It felt so right when you came in me."

Jerome lay down on the other side of me and I rolled on top. Guiding his cock into my love chute I noticed the glimmer of my wedding ring. I was thinking as I impaled myself on this love wand how could my husband hate men like this. 

I started posting on Jerome's beautiful black spear like I was riding a horse. I was getting a good rhythm going. Tossing my head back, "Ohhhhh, shit this feels so good."

"Ever had a nigger cock in that fine white pussy ho?"

"Nooo, never."

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yessss, sooo good."

"You're going to be a black cock slut after tonight."

"Nooo, married, one time thing."

"You say that now, you're here trying to get knocked up."

I never told them I was on the pill and when Jerome said that it spurred me on thinking about it. I played the fantasy, "Yessss, I want you to knock me up with your nigger seed."

Jerome grabbed me around the waist and started posting me harder. I started tossing my head, "Yessss, fuck me harder."

Jerome rolled me onto my back and started battering my pussy with his ramrod. My hips matched his thrust for thrust my pussy exploded, I felt like I was in heaven.

My legs gave a vice grip like squeeze to Jerome when his cock began to swell. He planted his cock in the entrance to my womb and sent copious amounts of his semen deep into my receptive womb. The warmth I felt when James came was back and I orgasmed again, I was on cloud nine.

Needless to say James and Jerome stayed with me all night and I never did get any sleep. The next morning they walked me to my car and each kissed me goodbye. They turned to leave, "Can I get your digits just incase I change my mind about the one time thing."

They both wrote down their numbers and stuffed them into my panties, "You'll be back whore." 

We all laughed, "That's for me to know and you to find out," I said.

I drove home that morning with their cum leaking out of me, thinking about what they said about me turning into a black cock slut. I could not deny that it was the best sexual experience I've ever had.

I had put my experience out of my mind with the holidays just ahead. I made it through the holidays and January okay. My husbands attitude had not gotten any better. I decided on valentines day that I was going to tell him I wanted a divorce. I could not get James and Jerome out of my mind.

Two days before Valentines day I received a card from James and Jerome, miss that heart shaped ass ho, love James and Jerome.

Valentines day arrived and my husband was gone when I got up. I went to the kitchen for a coffee and breakfast. My husband left a single rose by the coffee maker with a card, love you more now then the day we married.

I put the rose in a vase with water and poured a coffee. I took the first sip and was off to the bathroom nauseas. After throwing up I felt better and thought I was coming down with the flu. This continued for the next three days so I bought a home pregnancy test, it was positive.

I made a doctors appointment and it was confirmed I was three months pregnant and was clean of disease. I knew that it had to be James or Jerome who impregnated me with the amount of baby seed they pumped into me that glorious night. I asked about an abortion, I was to far along.

When I got home I phoned James and Jerome and told them I was divorcing my husband and asked if I could stay with them while waiting for the hearing. They agreed as long as I was willing to comfort them. I was happy to do it, they made me feel safe and secure and the feelings Of warmth were amazing.



Black Friday



This was supposed to come out, you guessed it, Black Friday. But, apparently my recent illness not only affected my dexterity, it also affected my acuity. I wrote the whole thing with little punctuation, and it got rejected for poor grammar. I hope I got enough fixed that you can actually read it. Enjoy. 

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The alarm went off at three in the morning. Why otherwise sane, intelligent women get up at such an ungodly hour, fight massive crowds, all just to get a 'bargain' is beyond my ability to comprehend.

But my wife loved it, and of course I loved my wife. So much so, that I got up with her, and cooked a massive breakfast while she got ready. 

"Hey" called out my stepdaughter Amy, stepping into the kitchen and grabbing a cup of coffee.

"Hi, baby," I said, as she kissed my cheek. "Ready to conquer the masses?"

"Ha!" she cried. "We have a plan. And I have on the right shoes this time."

Last year an enormously obese woman stepped on her toes. They were bruised for weeks. As a joke, I bought her a pair of steel toed shoes. I was really surprised when she liked them enough to wear them.

"Morning Dad!," came a cheery voice, as my other stepdaughter Jane breezed in. I had the water heated and the lemon sliced, and soon she was sitting at the kitchen table with her Earl Grey, checking sales papers, reaffirming their route. I shook my head. If she could plan military campaigns as effectively, General Jane would rule the world.

"Uncle Frank!," my nieces Lori and Sandy came in next, kissed my cheek, poured coffee, and sat, looking over the plan Jane had set up. I made another pot of coffee.

My wife Debbie stumbled in, not quite awake despite the shower. She kissed me, demanded coffee, and took a seat. The other part of the group wasn't here yet, but since they were always late, and had been threatened with being left behind, I started plating breakfast. Eggs scrambled, if you wanted over easy you could cook them yourself. Bacon, sausage, and ham. Home fries, rice and gravy. And of course, two large pans of homemade biscuits. By the time I had finished serving, Amy's friend Jean and her mom Alice were sitting down, digging in without ceremony.

The last of the troop to arrive dashed in.

"Damn! Almost overslept, again. Did I miss breakfast?"

I laughed at my ex. She would be late for her own funeral. I handed her a sausage and egg on toast and a travel cup of coffee, grinning as she tried to eat and walk at the same time.

I was left with a massive pile of dirty dishes and lipstick smears from the kisses. Why in the world makeup was necessary at that time in the morning was a mystery.

I wiped my cheek while an enormous grin split my face. I was the luckiest man in the world.

Instead of going back to bed I sat in my recliner, thinking about how I got here and how lucky I was, before I dozed off.

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I didn't always feel that way. eight years ago I considered life to be a miserable experience. 

My wife had just left me. Not because she wanted to be with someone else, but because she just didn't want to be with me anymore. It wasn't totally unexpected, I knew something wasn't right, but never expected that. Seventeen years, shot to hell. 

I was never exactly what she wanted, but she seemed happy. It was her second marriage, Amy was five and her ex had just disappeared, so maybe she considered me a fall back. 

Amy was Amy, a sweet little girl without a mean thought in her mind. We were hesitant at first, I had no experience being a Dad, and she never really remembered her biological father, so we were on even footing. Pretty soon though, she was a true Daddy's girl. I coached her softball teams, cheered her at soccer, growled at her boyfriends when she was old enough to have them, and gave her away with tears in my eyes at her wedding. I think her mother was actually jealous at times.

She was a secretary, I worked in maintenance in the local factory. She studied at night and got her degree, something we were both proud of. I had an associates' degree in management, certificates in welding and plumbing, and was a licensed electrician. And to be an old guy, I was pretty decent around a computer. She still though her four year degree raised her slightly above me.

We saved, at my insistence, had 401 programs, she even had a profit sharing program at her job. On reflection, I really think she was just waiting to cash out. I didn't really fight it, just made sure it was an even split. I didn't want the house, so we sold it and split the money.

She went on a cruise, got a nice apartment and a new car, and lived the life of a comfortable divorcee.

I went back to work, got promoted to maintenance manager, rented a small house and saved. It was just me.

I didn't date, just had no interest. At forty six, I was so out of practice I didn't know where to start. I'd probably have died a lonely old man if I hadn't gotten cut at work and had to go to the emergency room.

Debbie was my nurse. She dressed my wound, after the doctor put in ten stitches, giving me a sympathetic pat on the wrist. That probably would been it if she hadn't gotten stranded.

It was pouring rain, and being late October it was also cold. She was standing outside the door on her phone.

"Damn it!" she said, starting to cry. I'm a sucker for a crying woman, couldn't help it. I took her arm gently. She looked around in surprise.

"Are you all right?" I asked, as gently as possible.

I think the sympathetic look pushed her over the edge.

"NO, I'm not all right. My piece of junk car just stopped running, leaving me without a way home and my daughter without a way to class. To top it off no bus runs near my house, and I don't have money for a cab. I don't even have an umbrella."

She looked borderline hysterical. I took both her hands, shocking her a bit, I think.

"Hush now. No man with any decency would leave a nice woman like you stranded. If you can put up with riding in an old truck with someone who isn't exactly the greatest conversationalist, I'd be honored to escort you home. Please. I couldn't rest tonight if you refused."

I think that last part got her. She looked at me and actually giggled.

"I'd hate to come between a man and his rest. It isn't far, if you really don't mind."

"Please," I said, "I'd be honored. Now you stay here in the dry while I pull around."

Her eyes widened a little when I pulled up. I don't know why, I wasn't lying about the old truck. I just didn't tell her it was a '61 Studebaker, completely restored to showroom condition. My pride and joy, and my main hobby for the last year.

"My great uncle had one of these. Didn't look nearly as nice as yours," she said, after settling in.

"My latest project," I told her proudly. "I usually restore something and get rid of it, but just can't seem to do it with this one."

This led to an interesting discussion about old cars and favorites we had owned in the past. All too soon we were at her apartment. She seemed reluctant to get out.

"Thank you so much," she said, about to open the door, "and thanks for letting me ride in this cool truck."

I looked at her and decided to be honest.

"Look Debbie, I'm probably going to suck at this because it's been so long since I've done it, but would you like to have dinner with me some evening? Provided of course you're not married or in a relationship. It's been a long time since I've been around anyone as nice as you, and I'd love to get to know you."

She was probably offended, given the stare she was giving me. I guess I made a mistake.

Suddenly she started talking.

"I don't see a ring. Are you married?"

I shook my head.

"I was, for seventeen years. Haven't been for the last two. Amazingly, there was no cheating, no horrible fights. She just woke up one morning and decided she wanted to be single again. Refused counseling. Refused to talk about it. In the end she hinted that she was just bored. Took a long time to come to grips with that."

Her eyes had widened.

"That seems even more painful than if she had cheated. My story is much more mundane. He wanted to stay married, and date regularly. When I objected, loudly, he disappeared. We haven't seen him in twelve years."

She shrugged.

"What was, was, for both of us. Come in, meet my daughter, have a cup of coffee. I'll give you my decision before the second cup. I even have homemade pound cake."

She introduced me to her daughter Jane. She was studying nursing, with an eye towards being a nurse practitioner when she was done. Carrying on the family tradition.

The apartment was small, but neat as a pin and had a really homey feel. She made a good cup of coffee and the cake was excellent. I told her so. She was so pleased she gave me two slices to take home, even happier when I didn't even pretend to object.

Jane was preoccupied, worried about school.

"I have a way home, I just need to get there."

Her class started in forty five minutes.

"How do you feel about old trucks?" I asked, while her mother smiled. "If your mom will accompany me, I'll take you."

She must have really wanted to get to class, because she started gathering her things.

"I'm sure your truck is just lovely," she said, while Debbie grinned.

She was impressed, I could tell. Debbie didn't seem to mind in the least sitting close to me. I quietly said a prayer in praise of bench seats. I was disappointed when Jane got out and she moved over.

I stopped in front of her apartment. She sat for a minute before reaching over and giving me a nice kiss on the cheek.

"Friday. Six o'clock. I really like seafood." And then she slid out of the seat and almost ran into her apartment.

I grinned all the way home.

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I went into work the next day, more to avoid having my accident written up as lost time than anything else. I stayed until lunch, and then took the rest of the day off. It occurred to me we hadn't exchanged numbers, so I went by on the off chance she was there. She wasn't, but Jane was. She was outside, her head under the hood of a car.

"You don't strike me as a mechanic," I said.

She didn't hear me coming and jumped, banging her head. That sent her into a cussing fit. Then she realized who I was and went bright red.

"What do you want?" she said with an accusing tone.

"I didn't get your mothers' phone number. We have a date Friday, I wanted to check and see if the restaurant I picked would be all right with her. Here. Ask her to call."

I handed her my business card. It also had my private numbers on it. She looked it over.

"Maintenance manager, huh? Know anything about cars?"

I just grinned.

"Let me have a look."

By the time Debbie got off I had it fixed. A broken belt. They had killed the battery but I jumped it off, had Jane drive it around awhile to charge it up. It was also two quarts low on oil, and the air filter was filthy. I replaced it and topped the oil off. I taught Jane how to check oil and transmission fluid levels, lecturing her the whole time.

She was appreciative, even hugged me.

"Have your mother call," I admonished, as she got in to drive away.

"Yes sir!" she said, grinning, "and thank you."

I grinned back. "Scoot. Don't make her wait."

I got a very nice call. She thanked me profusely, to the point of embarrassing me. Insisting she pay, she asked what the cost was.

"I'll let you in on a personality flaw. I love to barter. It gives me a lot of satisfaction to avoid paying cash and make a deal that makes both parties satisfied. Let's do that on your car."

Her voice got very cold.

"What do you want to trade for?"

Oh shit. She had the wrong idea. I paused, then thought I'd have some fun.

"Something intimate, something I hope you don't do for a lot of men."

I heard her sharp intake of breath. Before she could explode, I laughed.

"Here's the deal. I haven't had a real home cooked meal in almost two years. That's my price. And nothing fancy, meatloaf or a nice casserole, something along those lines. Dessert would be an unexpected bonus. Does that sound acceptable?"

There was silence, I thought she may have hung up.

"I make killer fried chicken. Garlic mashed potatoes, steamed broccoli good for sides?"

"My mouth is already watering. Name the time."

I could feel her smile.

"We'll decide Friday. How do you feel about chocolate pie?"

"Hold on, I'm getting light headed. I haven't had a good chocolate pie in years."

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I looked at myself in the mirror. I had no illusions, knowing what I looked like. A little belly, probably fifteen pounds overweight. Still, I was in pretty good shape, being a hands on manager. I had scars all over both arms, from working with equipment and being pretty clumsy when I was young. 

I was bald and kept my head shaved. No facial hair. I had been generously described as having a rugged look. And I was terribly near sighted so I wore glasses. You wouldn't find me in a contest for Prince Charming lookalikes.

Still, I made an effort. Suit, tie, polished shoes. I even drove my car, leaving the truck in the garage.

I thought about her on the way over. She was no beauty queen. I was pretty sure she'd never see forty five again. She had the pear shape most women get with age. Maybe thirty pounds overweight, but it had settled well. 

Still, she was attractive, in an older soccer mom kind of way. And there was something about her smile that made me feel warm all over, and an inner beauty that shone through.

She opened the door, took one look at me, squeaked, and ran into her bedroom. I was standing at the door trying to decide whether to leave of not when Jane came out, smiling.

"Please, come in. You'll have to excuse my mother, she just realized she was under dressed for your night out. She'll be here in a minute. Sit. Can I get you anything? Water, soda, beer?"

I sat, uncomfortably. I had the feeling she was amused.

"No, but thanks. I haven't had a beer in almost ten years."

She looked at me oddly.

"Have a problem with alcohol?"

I flushed. "Yes, I don't like the way it tastes. Other than that, no, no problem."

"Mom is gonna love that. Her last beau liked to indulge a bit too much. One of the many reasons they don't see each other any more."

Before it could get any more awkward Debbie came back out. She was wearing a burgundy dress, high neckline, two inches below the knee. I thought she looked sensational.

"You look very nice." I said, meaning every words. She colored while Jane giggled.

"I had to change" she admitted, "it's been a long time since I was out with a man in a suit."

Jane gushed, trying to ease the tension.

"I think you look very nice. You too, mom. You'll turn heads at the restaurant."

I took it as a cue to go, so I offered Debbie my arm. She stopped when she got outside, looking for the truck. I grinned for the first time that night.

"Surely you didn't think I'd dress up in a suit and drive my old truck? Let me get the door."

I had driven my little Lincoln, pearl gray with a darker gray leather interior. It was ten years old, but I kept it spotless.

We went to the most popular seafood place in town. Debbie seemed uncomfortable when she looked at the prices.

"We could go somewhere else..."

I shut her down.

"This place is where I wanted to take you. Do not worry about the cost, and if I think you're not ordering what you really want, I'll change it to the most expensive thing on the menu. Do you understand? I don't eat out often, so I tend to go for the better places. Now let's order."

We both ended up with seafood platters, mine large, hers small. We had to get a doggie bag because there was so much left over.

I told her about my life, she told me about hers. Her ex left her saddled with debt she was just now getting out from under. She had lost her house, I could tell by the tone of her voice that had hurt her terribly. She had tears in her eyes when she described her flower beds and bird feeders.

I talked about my wife leaving me for adventure and exciting times. She had not been careful with her money, and the expensive cruises she took every year came to a halt. I talked about my little house, about my hobbies of gardening and restoring old cars. I rented space in an old garage to work on them until they were far enough along to take them home.

She seemed shocked when I told her it was the first date I had been on in two years.

"Why?" she asked, full of curiosity.

I shrugged.

"Haven't wanted to. You're the first woman I've met in a long time that interested me."

I think she smiled a little, thanking me for the honor.

We talked after I got her home, about everything and nothing, as we sipped coffee and I destroyed two pieces of cake. At eleven I got up to leave. She walked me to the door, and we shared a very nice kiss. No tongue wrestling, no groping or grinding, just a simple kiss. It still was the best thing I'd felt in ages.

After maybe twenty seconds we both pulled back, a little embarrassed. She squeezed my hand.

"I usually serve dinner around six thirty. Wednesday good?"

"For a home cooked meal I would make it good. Wednesday will be just fine. Should I bring anything?"

"A good appetite. I hate to see food wasted."

Looking around my little house when I got home, I noticed for the first time how empty it seemed. I was thinking of her as I drifted off.

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Jane answered the door with her usual grin.

"She took today off, and has been cooking since three. You better appreciate this."

"Judging by the smell, I'm sure I will. What should I do with these?"

I hated the thought of showing up empty handed, so I had stopped and bought a bunch of flowers on the way over.

"Why, give them to Mom, of course. How long has it been since you wooed a woman?"

I thought the choice of the word 'woo' was charmingly oldfashioned.

"Probably since before you were born, and I wasn't really good at it then."

Her grin got bigger.

"Don't worry about it. I'll give you a nudge now and then, to keep you on the right track. This is the happiest I've seen her in a long time."

She suddenly got serious.

"Don't hurt her, okay? Life hasn't been too kind to us in a long time."

I was about to answered when Debbie came bustling out of the kitchen.

"Jane, who was at the..."

She stopped when she saw me, and the flowers. I held them out.

"Hello, Debbie. I thought you might like these."

Her hands actually shook a little as she took them. Seems it had been a long time since anyone had gotten her flowers. I made a note to plant some flowers next spring.

"These are lovely," she said, passing them to Jane. "Honey,put these in some water, please. I have to get back to the kitchen. Supper in twenty."

I think she surprised us all when she stood on tiptoe and kissed my cheek. Then she fled back into the kitchen.

Jane and I talked. She was twenty, just starting on her second year of school. She was focused on her goal.

"Luckily, it doesn't cost much at the community college level, but it will go up substantially when I transfer. I'm hoping to get a scholarship. It'll be really hard if I don't"

Debbie called us to the table before we could continue.

The food was excellent, as I expected. We talked about everyday things, our interests, our families. I told them about my older sisters, and their family, all girls in both instances. They had no close family locally, and didn't go see them often. I don't think it bothered them much. Before the night was over, we had a date for a movie Saturday. I hadn't gone to a movie in ten years.




Black Friday



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I let her pick, so naturally we went to see a sappy romantic piece. I didn't really mind, because she held my hand almost from the time we were seated. She had tears in her eyes at the end, sighed and leaned against me.

"I just love happily ever after, don't you?"

If she'd said she wished it had turned into a slasher film halfway through and everybody got eaten by zombies, I would have still agreed. We went to a small Italian place she knew of and had pizza, boxing up the extra slices for Jane.

She asked me in.

"Jane's on a date, and I'm kind of nervous being alone. Do you mind?"

Duh.

We sat on the couch, sipping coffee, snuggling after a bit. She reached up and gave me a little kiss. I was right in the middle of giving her a big one when Jane got home. We had just enough time to separate. She took one look at our flushed faces and her mussed hair and giggled. She went into her room, telling us it would be easier for us to 'talk', but the fact she was there made us behave. Did get a nice goodbye kiss, and a date for the next Saturday. And supper on Wednesday.

It became a pattern, date on the weekend, supper on Wednesday. About every third time I took them out. Nothing fancy, a nice buffet restaurant or barbeque place. They seemed to enjoy being spoiled a bit.

I really looked forward to seeing both of them. I missed family. In my mind things were sailing along quite smoothly. We were in our fifth month and hadn't gotten intimate yet, but we had come close. To me, it was long term. It hit me when I went to Sears to buy a new tool. I walked in the mall entrance on the opposite side, and passed one of those jewelry stores, and before I knew it I was looking at a display of engagement rings, wondering which style she would like.

Steeling my resolve, I walked in, and before I knew what was happening, a young sales girl had talked me into a ring she said older women really liked. I bought it on the spot, after being assured if she said no or didn't like it I could return or exchange it. It was early March, and I thought I would surprise her, maybe have a June wedding. I read women really liked that.

She had gotten me to take her to church every Sunday. I wasn't much on organized religion, but she was serious about her faith. I have to say I actually enjoyed it, to the point of occasionally helping out at an odd fundraiser or remodel project. I even took to going to the mens' breakfast every other week.

I was happy and I thought she was too.

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It all fell apart the next Wednesday. We had just enjoyed a nice meal, and were enjoying dessert. I asked her what she'd like to do over the weekend.

She had an odd expression in her eye.

"I'm sorry, Frank, but I've already made other plans. One of the doctors at work wants me to go with him to some fundraiser at the Country Club, and I accepted."

It couldn't have hurt worse if she'd slapped me. The pound cake I had just enjoyed suddenly felt like it weighed a ton as heavily as it sat on my stomach.

I know I stuttered when I spoke.

"Oh...Oh, all right then. Maybe another time."

I made a few inane statements and left. Without a doubt I was hurt, but I hadn't said anything to make her think we owed each other fidelity. She hadn't made me any promises, and I hadn't asked. I guess I just assumed she felt the same for me as I did for her. Wasn't the first time I was wrong.

Saturday I sat and brooded. I was mad at her, mad at myself, mad at the situation. Just plain mad. 

I've been told a time or two by about everyone who's ever known me I can be stubborn. She wanted a doctor? Fine. She could have him.

I didn't go to church Sunday. Nor did I call or show up Wednesday. Thursday she called me, I took one look at the number and let it go to voicemail. Deleted the three messages on the home phone without listening to them.

I didn't talk to her on Friday either. She called and left a message wondering how to dress for Saturday for our date. I waited until I knew she was at work to leave her a message that I had made plans for this weekend and didn't remember asking her out. Sorry if I led her to believe otherwise.

I packed up my truck and went up to the mountains. Trout fishing always relaxed me, but this time I couldn't concentrate. I caught two fish in ten hours, both too small to keep. Ended up grilling a hot dog for supper. Sat watching my fire later, wondering how I could ever compete with a doctor. Sighing, I rolled into my sleeping bag, glad I had bought the double height air mattress. Surprisingly, I slept really well.

Monday afternoon I was greeted by a furious Jane when I got home.

"Where the hell have you been? Mom has cried for most of the weekend, over you."

I was still pretty pissed.

"Why don't you go back to your mom and ask her to get her doctor over to console her. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do."

She ignored me, following right into my living room.

"This is what all this is about? You idiot. She didn't want to go. She wanted you to tell her not to, that you wanted her exclusively. She wanted to move you forward to something more permanent."

I stopped her in the middle of her rant.

"Did she go out with the doctor?"

Jane hesitated for a second.

"Yes she did. And if it makes any difference, she had a terrible time. She only wanted to make you a little jealous, dummy."

"Go back to her and tell her it worked. And tell her I'm too old, too dumb, and too set in my ways to play teenage games. All she had to do was ask, and I would have told her I wanted her all to myself. If it makes any difference, I was making long range plans. Together forever plans. But if she can pull stuff like this, what will she do down the road when things don't go exactly her way or if I make her angry over some little thing? I don't have that much of my life left, and be damned if I'll spend it like that."

Jane stood openmouthed during my little rant.

"Oh my God! You love her, don't you? News flash, idiot, I think she loves you more. Please Frank, talk to her. Get over this, and I'm sure she'll make you a very happy man. Promise me you won't go anywhere. I'm going home and tell her about our talk. Please, Frank, if you care for her at all, answer the phone when she calls. Please?"

I looked at her. She seemed so earnest.

"I don't have any plans for this afternoon or evening. I'll be available to answer the phone."

She jumped int my arms, kissed me, and flew out of the driveway.

An hour later I was mowing my grass. I had set my phone to vibrate to make sure I didn't miss a call. It never went off. Oh well. I guess Jane was mistaken. Maybe she didn't want to talk after all.

I made a round and as I turned I saw her car come flying into my drive. She was going so fast she didn't get stopped until she was twenty feet into my grass. Looked like I had to do a little replanting.

Luckily she put it in park, because she was out and moving pretty fast. I had time to turn off the mower and stand up before she jumped on me, causing us both to fall. She was crying pretty hard.

I couldn't really understand what she was saying. "Sorry," and "forgive," came up a couple of times in her babbling. I shut her up the only way I could think of. I kissed her.

To say she kissed me back would be an understatement. I think she was trying to devour my face.

I finally got her calmed down enough to let us get up and lead her to the porch swing. She was a true mess, hair disarrayed, lipstick smeared, loose grass all over her clothes. I wished I had thought to take a picture. Then again, I'm sure I looked a mess too. 

Once I got her arranged, I started our conversation.

"So. Jane said you wanted to talk? About what?"

She started crying again. This time I just let her cry it out. I may have cuddled her, a little. I really don't remember. Finally she settled.

"I need to apologize, Frank. What I did was childish, and looking back, downright stupid. I didn't want to go on that date. I wanted you to tell me not to, that I belonged to you. Looking back, I realize I did it all wrong. I should have told you he asked, but since I was seeing you I didn't want to answer until we talked. That would have given us both a way to state our feelings. Please, please, forgive me. I was afraid to say it before, but I love you."

She looked so pitiful and yet full of hope at the same time I couldn't stand it.

"Next time you even attempt to do something that stupid, I'll take you over my knee. You belong to me. Exclusively. Do you understand? And just so you know, I love you too."

That led to another round of crying and kissing. When she calmed down, she made me a solemn promise that if she came anywhere near being that stupid again, she'd supply the hairbrush.

She finally settled down, snuggled so tight she was almost on top of me. Timidly, she asked what was really on her mind.

"Honey, Jane hinted around you had something serious you had to say to me. Can you tell me what it was?"

I didn't answer. I got up and went to the truck and opened the passenger door.

"Get your butt in the truck, woman. I have something to show you."

She almost ran, scrambling into the truck. I didn't have to, but I buckled her seat belt and gave her a kiss.

We drove in silence for about twenty minutes, before I pulled into a drive and got out. I unlocked the gate and drove through.

It was a long, twisting drive, between thirteen stately old pecan trees. At one time there were fourteen, but one succumbed to a lightning strike. The drive ended in a huge yard. She could see a barn and several outbuilding a bit farther on, but no house. I opened the truck and handed her out.

"Where are we?" 

Her eyes seemed to shine. I ignored her.

"Twelve acres" I said, waving my arm around. "Five wooded, three in pasture, the rest field and yard. The house used to stand right here before vandals burned it down. Still has the well and septic tank hooked up."

"Who owns it?" She asked, hope shining in her eyes.

"We do. Or at least we will when we get married. I bought it a year ago, but couldn't see putting a house on it just for me. And I'm smart enough to let you pick the kind of house you want. But first..." I got down on my knee, no mean feat for some one my age, opening the box I had put in my pocket, "you have to say yes. Debbie Martin, will you marry me?"

She went pale. I seriously thought she was going to faint, but she pulled herself together, screamed "YES" and launched herself at me, again. For someone our age, we were spending a lot of time rolling on the ground kissing.

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She held my hand all the way back to the house. She went into the bathroom and I heard her on the phone. Later I heard the shower start up. Just before she got in, she cracked open the door and called out.

"Honey, will you wash my back?"

I couldn't get into the bathroom fast enough.

Like I said before, she wasn't a beauty queen. But she was beautiful to me. She managed to get me into the shower with her. We soaped each other, getting familiar physically until the water started getting cold.

I don't know how long it had been for Debbie, but I hadn't been with a woman in two years. My ex was obsessed with her weight, and remained thin to the point of skinny all our married lives. Debbie was very well padded, soft, yielding, a delight to touch. And I touched a lot. 

We made love, we didn't have sex. Words can't describe it, so I'm not even going to try.

As we cuddled, she started crying again. Boy, I hoped this wasn't going to be permanent. I may be a little slow, but I was smart enough to hold her, whispering words of love, until she cried it out.

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She didn't leave until the next morning. When my alarm went off I was alone. It was very disappointing. My smile would have illuminated a large city when I found her in the kitchen, wearing one of my tees, cooking breakfast.

"Morning, love" was all she said, as she sat a plate in front of me. Of course the kiss she gave me said all I needed to hear.

As I ate she kept up a constant chatter. Nerves, I guess. Before I left she made me give her a house key.

"I need to shop. You don't keep much in the way of groceries around here. How can I feed you with a bare pantry?"

I think she went into shock when I asked her to wait so I could go with her.

"Okay honey. I called in, took two vacation days. You need to let me drive your truck today so I can move some of my stuff, all right? And this is important, I need to keep paying the rent on the apartment, Jane can't afford it. Do you mind?"

Apparently she was moving in. I don't think I could have smiled any wider.

"No, I don't mind. I'll drive the Lincoln. Love you, babe. Gotta go, or I'll be late."

The goodbye kiss was so long I ended up being ten minutes late anyway.

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That afternoon we went grocery shopping. Such a simple mundane thing, but it filled me with great joy. I was never a picky eater, so I went along with pretty much everything. The bill was over two hundred dollars. Apparently I was out of everything. She was fumbling with her debit card when I stopped her.

"Here" I said giving her mine. "We need to go down to the bank so I can add you to the account. Luckily, they're open on Saturday morning. We'll go then."

Damn it, she started crying again. Over dinner she brought up closing her accounts and combining with me. She was surprised when I told her no.

"Not now, honey. Right now you need to focus on Jane and her education. And I don't want to pay her rent forever. When we go house shopping, make sure it's at least a three bedroom. And a plan where the master bedroom is on the opposite end of the house would be a good idea, give a little privacy to all of us."

She was crying again. Maybe I needed to stop talking.

Jane came charging in right after we had cleaned the kitchen. She grabbed me and gave me a quick kiss.

"Hi, Dad. Any supper left?"

She said it like she had been saying it to me her whole life. It affected me greatly

"Maybe a little. You need to show up on time if you want it hot."

And just like that, we were a family.

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It was supposed to be a small, intimate marriage, but when the reverend announced it at the end of his service, it got away from us pretty fast. She had been a member since she had moved here, and nearly everyone loved her. The ladies of the church took over and towed us along. The church was filled to the rafters with our friends, my family, and most of the congregation.

It was a short reception, for us. We left while the party was in full swing, to catch the boat for our honeymoon. No sandy beaches and hot locations, we were going to Alaska. It was her choice. Her first honeymoon was a beach trip. So was mine. We wanted something fresh.

We enjoyed it, when we came out of our room. Even at our age, a honeymoon is still a honeymoon. 

When we got home we went house shopping. I had a friend who worked for a company building modular houses, and I was impressed with his. I suggested it to Debbie, and we weighed the pros and cons of modular versus stick built, and modular won.

Debbie asked me what I most wanted in a house.

"To be able to live in it with you," was all the answer I had, and apparently all I needed to say. Soon she and Jane were visiting local dealers, comparing companies, until she found the one she wanted. Three bedrooms, seventeen hundred square feet. 

She pulled me along to a model, and I was impressed. We started talking price, and I soon decided I didn't like the salesman. He was too busy telling us what we needed to listen to what we wanted. I politely asked for the sales manager.

"I'm going to save us a bunch of time. We want this model, in the colors my wife chooses. Tell me what your price is. If it's in line with your competitors, we'll start the paperwork. I am not tying up our land in the deal. I will probably put down at least sixty per cent. Give me a good price, a decent interest rate, and we'll have a deal. And[I pointed at another salesman]I want him to handle us from here on out."

With that kind of a down payment they were all over us. Deb and Jane picked the siding, shingle, and shutter color. She talked them into upgrading the master bath at no extra cost, including a large whirlpool bathtub.

"For our aching muscles" she said. I looked at the tub, imagined us in it together, and had a good idea which muscle would be aching.

She seemed shocked when I told her no to a prenupt. She thought I would want one since we were using up most of my savings to get the house.

"Have you already forgotten our wedding vows?"

She looked confused.

"Remember the part about 'all my worldly goods I thee endow'? I don't know about you, but I was serious."

I was watching her pretty close. A good thing, or we would have ended up rolling around on the ground again. 

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We settled into married life pretty easily. Neither of us were demanding. We didn't fight for power or play games. If she was better at things, she took the lead, and I did the same. She took care of the house. I took care of the cars, the yard, all the outside things. Anything that fell between we shared.

I gave up my rented space at the garage and fixed up one of the outbuildings as a workshop. I also kept the barn in good shape, never knowing when I might need it.

The lease on her old apartment ran out, and Jane moved in with us. It was a slight adjustment, but we knew it wouldn't be permanent.

She had graduated and was a registered nurse now. She needed to get a masters degree to realize her dream of being a nurse practitioner, if she could find the money. She was in line for a partial scholarship, but it would cover less than half. She considered taking a year off and working full time to save money, but the catch was if she did there was no guarantee the scholarship would still be there.

I had bought a 1970 model Chevrolet pickup pretty cheap. I had rebuilt the engine, the body work was completed, all it needed was painting, something I couldn't do.

I sat them down at the kitchen table on a Saturday morning. It was where we made most of our big decisions.

"I've thought about this a good bit. I put my fist daughter through college. I can't see slighting my second. Jane, this is for you."

I gave her a check. Twenty eight thousand dollars.

"Where did this come from?"

Hder voice was trembling while Debbie looked on in shock.

"I sold the Studebaker. I've got the Chevy, and it will be far more practical. It was time, and the money will be put to good use. Between this and the scholarship, you can focus on your studies. We'll keep gas in your car, make sure you have money for your needs. All you need to do is graduate. That, and we expect free health care."

I said the last with a grin. I don't know who was more shocked, Jane or her mom. Then the tears started. After that came the hugs. Later came the loving from my wife.

"You didn't have to do that, you know." She whispered it into my ear as we lay resting.

"Yes I did. I never had any biological kids, and I always wanted a large family. For a long time I thought it would just be Amy. Then you gave me Jane. I never got to help raise her, this is the only way I could think of to catch up. I probably should have talked this over with you first, but you would have just tried to talk me out of it. She deserves this honey. Be happy for her."

She snuggled tighter.

"I am. I'm also happy for me. I don't know what I did to deserve you. I think all the suffering and hardship I endured before you was a test, to make me appreciate what you've given me. I made an oath to God and myself that I would always be worthy of your love."




Black Friday



Tears were in my eyes now. I hugged her tighter.

"Hush now. I'm the one that got smiled on. Now go to sleep. There's a lot I want to get done tomorrow."

Her hand went South.

"You're going to sleep in tomorrow, because I plan on keeping you up a little longer."

Wow. Twice in one night. We hadn't done that since six months after our honeymoon.

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I planted a garden, something I had always wanted to do. Beans, corn, tomatoes, cucumbers, squash. Debbie wasn't really interested until things were ready to harvest. Then she started realizing the possibilities, which led to her taking canning classes through the local extension office and shopping for a freezer. We had so much we gave some away, endearing us to the neighbors and family.

It seemed a waste to let our field lie idle, and I dragged Debbie along to a small acreage seminar. We were amazed at the possibilities.

I found an old Ford 8N tractor that needed a little work and rebuilt it over the winter. We scrounged want ads and auctions until we had enough equipment, and that spring we broke ground. She wasn't as committed as I was, but she enjoyed driving the tractor.

Then again, she had her own interests. She had one of the bedrooms finished without carpet, opting for a tiled floor. She made it into a sewing room. I teased her about her Woman Cave, but she was an excellent seamstress. Her specialty was quilts.

They weren't just quilts, they were works of art in fabric. Most were traditional patterns, but occasionally she did something that stood out. She belonged to a quilters guild, and regularly won at shows. I thought it was just fun until I found out she could get over three hundred dollars for some of her creations.

In fact, a quilt bonded my first daughter Amy to her. She had been at the wedding, and they got along. She had married. I didn't really like him that much, but he seemed to make her happy. I really like my grandson, though. He was named for me and his father. He was two years old and a bundle of energy. We got to keep him about once a month while they enjoyed adult time. I was a little worried about Debbie, but she adored little Frank, and he followed her around like a puppy.

She seemed nervous. Amy didn't know about the quilts, and she had made one for her, and one for the baby.

"Amy, can I show you something?"

"Sure, Debbie. What has Dad grown this time?"

She was laughing. I had gotten into growing exotic vegetables and fruits.

She was speechless when Debbie unrolled the first quilt. An Ohio Star pattern, bright colors standing out from a muted background. She laughed when she showed her the kid's quilt, sewn with Lego characters, one of little Frank's favorites. When she understood Debbie wanted to give them to her, she broke down and cried. They hugged and Debbie started crying. I took the baby outside to give them a moment.

When we got back inside they had calmed down, and were in an animated discussion over quilts. Seems I had just been replaced as a companion for quilt shows. 

Jane came in just then, and the conversation started all over again. I left the baby and went outside to work on something, I just wasn't sure what just yet. Jane found me in the barn.

"I like her" she said. "I wish I had met her when I was younger, I could have used a big sister quite a few times."

She didn't know it, but Amy had followed her to tell me goodbye.

She felt her hug her from behind.

"We'll just have make up for lost time then, all right little sis?"

I swear to God, if they started crying I was going out into the woods.

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Jane graduated. Almost top of the class. She had already lined up a position in a local office.

We planned a big celebration at the house. Her friends, my family. our friends. I caught Amy looking a little sad.

"What's up, punkin?" I said, hugging her.

She sighed. 

"I love this" she said, waving her arms around at all the people gathered, "I just wish Mom had an extended family to share things with."

"She still has friends and family. Surely she's not alone. I know she was dating that accountant, is he still around?"

"No, they didn't last long. I don't think she wants a long term relationship. I think she's afraid she'll do to them what she did to you. You know it drives her crazy sometimes, trying to figure out what she was looking for. She spends a lot of time alone."

I was surprised. Since I had Debbie, I hardly thought of her any more, just a snippet now and then from Amy. It was like that life belonged to someone else, or I had seen it on a tv show.

I thought about it a lot. Talked it over with Debbie. We were having a Fourth of July cookout soon, so I took a chance.

To say she was surprised to see me at her door would not be overstating the obvious.

"Frank! Is something wrong? Is it Amy?"

She looked great. Still skinny, still obsessed with her weight. She was a blond now. It looked good on her.

"Calm down, Kim. Nothing is wrong. Amy is just fine. I wanted to talk to you. May I come in?"

She shook herself.

"Sorry. Please come in."

She gave me a cup of coffee. I noticed it was still terrible, she never did learn to make it right.

"I'm gonna come right out with it. Deb and I are having a cookout in three weeks, a Fourth of July celebration. Amy and most of my family will be there. We want you to come."

"Why?"

"Because you're Amy's mother. Because most of my family still likes you. I don't like what you did to me, Kim. It broke my heart. But you never lied to me, you never slipped around, and when you made your decision you looked me in the eye when you told me. I can respect that. The past is the past. Deb and I, and yes I talked to her before I came here, want you to be part of the family again. I'm firmly committed to her, we can never be more than friends, and that's all I'm offering. Think about it."

She started crying. I think I'm going to go into business. Maybe do an instructional video. "How To Make A Woman Cry, In Three Easy Lessons". I'll make a fortune.

When she stopped, she thanked me, said she'd be happy to attend, and kissed my cheek.

"I was a fool, Frank. Thank you."

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She came out with Amy and her family. She wanted to hang back, but Amy had her by the hand, pulling her along.

My oldest sister came up. She was retired now, had four grandchildren from her two daughters. They were scampering about with the other kids. She put her hands on her hips and looked her over. Kim looked like she wanted to run away.

"So, a blonde, huh? That would explain a lot. Give me a hug, you skinny bitch." She was always known for her, uh, colorful language.

"Mom!" squealed Lori, "the kids can hear you. I'm having a tough time now as it is. Chasity asked me yesterday what a dumbass was. Behave."

June just laughed and hugged Kim.

"Bring her over, I'll introduce her to her aunt. Then she'll know."

Amy couldn't help it and started laughing. Soon half the family was giggling.

There was a moment of silence when Kim and Debbie crossed paths, but Debbie took her by the hand and led her over to a picnic table away from everyone. They talked for about fifteen minutes, and when they got up they hugged. You could almost hear everyone let out their breath.

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So now, instead of Amy having separate celebrations with me and her mother, she just drags Kim along and we have it just once. Debbie hadn't said much about her, but I came in one afternoon from my vegetable bed to see her, Kim, Amy, and Jane in her sewing room, tacking a quilt together, chattering comfortably. It felt so good seeing my family get along I went back out, so I didn't spoil the moment.

I had two acres under cultivation. It doesn't sound like much, but it's a lot for one or two people to handle. Debbie complained a couple of times about the time it took away from her sewing, but when I handed her the eight thousand we had made over the course of the season, she never said another word. She turned around and surprised me with a deposit slip for forty five hundred, the years' total from her quilt sales. We paid the house off five years early.

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The next year brought us a bad scare. I didn't feel particular keen, and went to see Jane in her office. She ran some tests and told me it would be a few days.

She called me, crying so bad I couldn't understand her. Finally one of the doctors took the phone.

"Frank, you need to come in. We've found something on the tests."

Lung cancer.

Two of the scariest words I had ever heard. I wondered where it came from, I had never smoked a day in my life. They think it might have been caused by some of the chemicals I was around when I was young. Luckily they caught it early.

I went into the hospital with a chorus of crying females. Debbie, Amy, Jane, my sisters, even Kim.

She gripped my hand tightly.

"Don't you dare die, asshole. Debbie would never make it without you."

One week later I went home, missing a third of my right lung. Subsequent tests all came back negative. I felt smothered from female attention for a long time.

It took a year to recover fully. I thought I wouldn't get to work my vegetable patch, but the whole family pitched in and it was even bigger than before. In thanks, we took the money, eleven thousand, and took the whole family on vacation.

We all went to Florida for two weeks. Me, Debbie, Amy, her husband Jack, Jane and her new husband Mark. Plus Kim and her new husband Jeremy. He was really nervous when he first met the family, but gradually relaxed, and a good time was had by all.

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I don't want you to get the wrong idea. If you put two people together for any length of time they're going to disagree on something. They were few and far between, but we fussed. Some were biggies. But we never went for a personal attack, and we always talked it out later.

Every once in a while she get wound up, point at a plaque on the wall, and say "Because I'm the queen! That's why."

Usually after that she would break up giggling, and the fuss would be over.

The plaque read: "Queen Debbie 1, ruler of this doublewide and of all its' minions".

It was a joke that started when a country singer had a hit, talking about his life and his loving wife, the queen of his doublewide. Amy heard it one day and broke up laughing.

"He's talking about you, Debbie. You are definitely the queen of this doublewide!"

Her birthday was the next week, and Amy had the plaque made as a gag gift. Debbie loved it so much she hung it prominently on the living room wall. We all agreed it was hilarious, and dead on.

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I woke up to find little Frank, six now, tugging on my sleeve.

"Wake up, Pop. Time for breakfast."

I got up, stumbling to the kitchen. Kirsten, my thirteen year old great niece, was mixing up pancake batter. Allie, eleven, another great niece, was breaking eggs into a bowl. Nine year old Amber was was setting the table, while six year old Julie was trying to help. Did I mention my family ran to girls? I was babysitting them all while moms and grandmoms shopped.

The older girls spent the night in Jane's old room. Julie and Frank slept on the inflatable air mattress in the sewing room. They were well rested and eager to start their day.

I helped, and soon they were eating, chattering happily about what was going to happen after breakfast. 

It was another family tradition that had started three years ago with Kirsten and Allie. I was babysitting them on weekend, and they were helping me pick up pecans for their moms and their friends. Remember the pecan trees? That year was tremendous, pecan literally carpeted the ground. I had the county extension agent out to look at them. He said they were most likely a variety called Stewarts, and were probably about fifty years old.

We picked up way too many. I gave some away at work, and one lady told me they were going for five dollars a pound in the stores. Kirsten was ten, and wanted to make some money to buy Christmas presents on her own, and something clicked in my head. The next week we picked up five bushels. We then inspected them, threw out the bad ones, took my vegetable scales and separated them into one pound bags. I put a little ad in the local papers, listing them for two fifty a pound. We had over a hundred pounds. I thought she might make twenty or thirty dollars. They sold out in three hours. She paid me back for the ad, and still had two hundred forty dollars. People were asking if we would have some available the next week.

We had a gimmick. We sold out of a miniature buckboard I had built. It was pulled by Jenny, my Jennie.

Jennie was a female donkey. That was the common term for them, so that's what I called her. I got her when a friend of mine called who helped an animal rescue group. He wanted to put her up in my barn for a few days while they found her a home. She had been taken form a farm where she and all the other animals were abused pretty badly. Some died. She could hardly walk when he delivered her, and snapped at anyone who tried to get close to her.

I fixed the fence after a few days so she could get out in the sun. It took her two days before she came out of the stall. I would make sure she had water and some occasional feed, pasturage is actually all a donkey needs. The feed and an occasional apple and carrot were treats. It was three months before she stopped trying to bite me if I got too close, another six before she would take an apple from my hand. In a year she would charge the fence when I came out, braying for a treat. 

I started putting a halter and a lead on her. Soon she would follow me around in the yard and garden. My friend told me she had been trained to pull a wagon, so I built one her size, for fun. When I called, she would grab her harness off the pegs in the barn and bring it to me. I used her to bring in the veggies as I harvested. Had to watch her around the carrots, but otherwise she didn't bother anything.

I knew she would be fine when little Frank was four, and he wandered into the pasture when I wasn't looking. He was intent on making friends with Jennie. I saw him, and was running as fast as a fat old man could, calling out to Jenny, trying to keep her calm. She sniffed him pretty good. Satisfied that he smelled enough like me to do her no harm, she picked him up by the collar of his shirt, calmly walked over and deposited him in front of me.

The look in her eye seemed to say "I don't babysit!" as she turned her back and ambled over to her feed stand. She really liked Kirsten, who made it a point to fuss over her and give her treats every time she came out. I let her drive the buckboard the first time I hitched Jenny up, holding a long lead, just in case. I didn't need it. I taught Kirsten how to hitch her up, and every time the kids were there at the same time, she had to hitch her up for a ride. She seemed the natural choice when the pecan business came up.

Jenny was just the start of our animal collection. The garden attracted rodents, so I got a couple of cats for the barn. Debbie immediately started feeding them and soon had petted them to the point they wanted to stay in the house, pretty much destroying their usefulness as mousers. My friend brought me a dog in need of rescue. It was a Great Pyrenee, a huge dog known for his faithfulness and guarding abilities. He came in handy, keeping varmits away from the chickens Debbie had to have, a breed that laid colored eggs, usually pastel blues and greens. The kids loved gathering eggs.

Next he brought me a female llama, that I immediately named Dolly. I was a little afraid of the interaction between Dolly and Jenny, but they seemed to hit it off, to the point where they slept in the same stall. Dolly didn't like Pete the dog, though, spitting on him every time he got too close. He learned to keep his distance. I was researching packs. I wanted to make one and bring her into the pecan business, another gimmick.

Soon it was a tradition, and people would wait for us every year. As the other kids got older, it became a group effort, with each child getting a cut, usually depending on age. But unless they helped, they didn't get to sell. It taught them some valuable life lessons.

This was a particularly good year. Seven hundred pounds, picked up over three weekends.

Allie was good at math, so she handled the money. Kirsten got the order together, very few bought just one pound. Amber would bag it, and Julie and Frank took turns delivering them. That way everyone worked, according to their talents and age. Jenny just stood and looked bored.

They sold six hundred pounds in four hours. I left them alone, but kept a close eye on them. These are troubled times, after all. When they were done, they had fifteen hundred dollars.

Kirsten got five, Allie got four, June got three, and the two small ones got a hundred fifty apiece. They were all very pleased. Since most of it was ones and fives, it looked like quite a lot, especially to six year old eyes.

Of course, seven hundred pounds was probably less than a fourth of the output of thirteen healthy pecan trees. Deb and I talked about it, and set three trees aside for family and sales, and donated the rest to our church. They would show up two successive Saturdays, usually at least twenty. We made a big thing of it, furnishing sandwiches and drinks, and helping. Usually the men picked up while the women graded, getting rid of the bad ones. Again, they would be weighed into one pound bags and sold, the proceeds going to whatever project that needed the most help. On good years it would be close to a ton, on bad less than a thousand, but it still was a good bit.

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The girls finally dragged back in. They looked thoroughly worn out. Looking at the minivan and the SUV they had taken, I could tell they were stuffed to the gills.

Flopping on whatever furniture was available, they kicked off shoes, loosened clothing, and sighed or moaned, depending on age and stamina.

Nobody pretended to cook. I ordered pizza. Amy moaned about how much money she had spent, and little Frank crawled up into her lap.

"You can have my money, Mommy," he said, showing her his bag. A hundred fifty looks like a lot when it's all ones. She hugged him.

"Thanks baby. But I'm all right. This is your money. You earned it. Next week we'll go Christmas shopping and I'll let you spend some of it. Okay?"

"Okay," he said happily, squirming off her lap to get a slice of pizza.

Soon they started leaving. Another round of kissing cheeks, and they were gone, leaving me, Debbie, and the kids, who wanted to pick up more pecans in the morning and sell them in the afternoon. Everyone was pretty much worn out so we went to bed fairly early.

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Something didn't feel right. It took me a minute to realize I was in bed alone. I got up, surprised to find a crying Debbie in the living room, looking at pictures of Jane as a child. I immediately suspected the worst.

"What's wrong? Are you sick?"

She looked up at me and smiled.

"Not at all. Jane told me a secret today. We're going to be grandparents again in seven months. She told us in the van. We almost turned around and came back home."

I hugged her, hard. I was very happy.

"Then why are you crying?"

"Because Jane told Amy she was really sorry she had a boy before her[yes, it was a boy]because she had always sworn her first boy would be named for you. She and Amy hugged and whispered, then announced that could never be enough Franks in the world, so her son would also be Frank. They decided since Amy's Frank was oldest, he would always be known as Big Frank, Jane's would be forever known to the family as Little Frank. How does that make you feel, honey?"




Black Friday



I had my own tears now. I guess I had been in an estrogen driven environment for way too long.

"Humbled, and proud. Now come to bed. You have to help wrangle the kids tomorrow."

She reached up and kissed me before she rose.

"All right, but you're handling Jenny. I know she doesn't like me."

I didn't follow her immediately. I checked on the kids, all snuggled down. I checked the doors, walking out the back, listening to the sounds of the night. I looked at the full moon, thinking. Without a doubt, I was the luckiest man alive. I got my dream. Not money. Not power. Just a loving wife and a large family that cared about each other. I sighed, locking the back door. I needed to get to bed. Kids and pecans wait for no man.

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Well there it is, another harmless bit of fluff. I hope you liked it. Thank you for investing the time to read it. As always vote if you like, and comment if want. Happy Holidays.

Q. 



Black Friday 69



It was fucking cold outside. There was ice all over the roads yet people were camping out in front of Best Buy because they wanted to get the best Black Friday deals possible.

Cody sat inside his tent, reading a novel on his iPad when a person called out to him, "I feel like I'm going to die out here! Mind if I sit in your warm tent for a few minutes?"

It would be hours before the store opened. Cody looked at the man in front of him. He was a good-looking city boy who most likely came to the suburbs to get the sales.

"Yeah, that's fine," Cody said as he tossed the stranger a blanket and made some room for him. "I'm Cody."

"I'm Drew," he said. They shook hands and began to talk about whatever came to mind. First it was their jobs and their lives. Then it was why there were at Best Buy and then it finally got to the good stuff.

"So, do you have a girlfriend?" Drew asked Cody.

"Not into girls," Cody whispered. 

He wondered if Drew would run out of the tent grossed out and cursing at him for being gay.

"So, you're gay," Drew said instead. 

He leaned forward. "I've always been curious about that kind of thing. I love women and pussy but I always wondered about it."

Cody smiled and asked "What do you wonder about?"

"Mostly what it's like to suck a dick and be sucked by a man," Drew said as he moved closer. "Everyone is asleep out there, maybe you could show me?" 

Drew's fingers ran over Cody's growing hard-on.

"You sure?" Cody asked. 

Cody was game for it but also worried about it. He didn't know if this stranger was just trying to play an evil prank on him or actually wanted to suck his dick.

"We could sixty-nine to keep it fair." 

He shrugged and began to unzip and pull his pants down slightly. His rock-hard cock sprung into sight. Cody licked his lips and began to remove his pants too. He didn't know how the hell this could happen. One minute he's just talking to a guy and the next minute he's about to get his dick sucked. And he's going to be able to suck dick, too. What a turn of events!

Within seconds, the two men where in a sixty-nine position in the little tent in the middle of the night in front of Best Buy. 

There was a deep quiet in the small tent. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of their heads bobbing up and down over each other's cocks. Drew moaned and hummed with every motion of Cody's skilled mouth. Cody knew how to drive a man wild with a skilled blow job. His tongue toyed with the tip of his cock while his mouth sucked and moved down the strong shaft. 

Drew found himself distant, even as he moved his lips around Cody's cock. There was something nice about having a long cock in his mouth. He found it uplifting. He didn't think it was as weird as he assumed it would be. It was nothing like he thought. There was a fresh flavor and a great texture. 

The salty flavor of cum was quickly oozing from Cody's cock. It only made Drew want to suck more. It made him hunger for the full load of cum he was working to get out. His hard work was rewarded within minutes of a deep-throated suck. Cody groaned loudly over Drew's cock but never stopped his mouth from working the long tool. Drew sucked him dry. He swallowed down the cream that he never saw. He found himself giddy with joy as he opened his mouth and licked away the lingering drops from the very tip of Cody's cock. 

Then his own orgasm hit him. It hit him rock hard. Cody took his cock deep and began to nearly swallow down his cock head. The feeling was unlike anything he ever felt before. Almost like fucking a women in the ass but much more moist. His cum fell into Cody's mouth in deep shots. The joy on both of their faces was apparent. 

"Fuck," Drew said first as he leaned back onto the nearby wall of the store. Cody licked his lips as he nodded and placed his drained, still moist cock back into his pants. 

"What did you think?" Cody asked. 

"First, you are a great cock sucker," Drew said and laughed. "I never thought I'd enjoy it that much but I did. I can't believe I swallowed your cum and loved every fucking drop of it." A look of shock came over his face "Does this make me gay or just out for fun?" 

"Out for fun," Cody said sweetly with a smile. "It was good sixty-nine fun on a Black Friday...I think the store is going to open in an hour or so." 

Cody enjoyed himself but knew it was something minor and just for the pure hell of it all. 

"You're single right?" Drew asked.

"Yeah. Why?" 

"Because I want to do this again." Drew leaned forward and continued, "Maybe even more things." He found himself only an inch from Cody's lips. He didn't know what came over him. Maybe it was the after-sex glow that had him thinking crazy. Maybe it was the lasting flavor of Cody's cum on his tongue. Or maybe he had grown tired of women and wanted something new to enjoy. 

"I'll think about it," Cody said. He'd been through this before and he wanted to be sure Drew was serious. "I want you to think about it, too. You can text me tomorrow if you're serious," he said.

Drew nodded and they parted ways as Cody put his tent back together and waited for the doors to open. They were shopping for two different things so there was no more communication or contact between them. Instead, they bought their items and left happy for two reasons. 

Cody woke the next morning to a text message that read: 

"I'm serious. Let's fuck tonight." 

It was Drew. He was actually serious. OMG. Cody was going to get fucked by him tonight. 

What an awesome Black Friday it ended up being after all.



Black Friday



The Day I Took Black Dick

I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. I love the idea of people watching me while I play with myself. I love the idea of men jerking their fat cocks to the sight of my naked body. I'm pretty proud of my body. I have nice rippling muscles, a big round bubble butt, and a nice fat nine-inch dick. I won't brag, but I think I look pretty damn good, but this story isn't about me, it's about the four mature black men that found me in the woods one day and took me for everything I had. I happened to be butt ass naked, so all I really had to give were my holes, but they took their fair share and then some. It was the hottest fucking sex I've ever had.

This all happened in the woods behind my house. I own a decent plot of land, and as an exhibitionist I like to take my toys out in the woods and fuck around. I lay a blanket down and just have my fun. The vast majority of the time nobody is really out there, but being outside in the open while I sit on my dildos is enough of a rush. This particular day I got very lucky. 

The night before a breaking news story interrupted my show alerting the area that four men -- big, black, and dangerous -- had escaped from the local prison. My property happens to be close to that prison, and the woods in the area have cliffs, caves, and all sorts of places to hide. Well, those four men had found a place to hide, and it happened to be just inside the cave at the back of the property line. Franklin, Deyron, William and Trey were there names. I'll never forget them.

I had been toying with myself for a while on the blanket, but I was mostly using smaller toys. I like to take my time when I warm myself up. I'm an expert at insertion, but going slow gives me more time, and eventually means I can go bigger by the time I'm done. I had three sets of small anal beads stuffed up inside me. All three are two-foot chains of one-inch beads, a small endeavor for me. I had them hanging out with just a few beads on each chain left. They rattled back and forth as I shook my bubble butt. I reached back and grabbed all three chains, pulling them out at once. The sound of my asshole expanding and contracting so rapidly is so hot to me. Just like the sound of a soaking wet pussy getting fucked hard and fast.

As I pulled them out and dangled them over my mouth, I heard a snap behind me in the woods. I never had to worry much about big animals out in the woods, so I shrugged it off. 'It could have been anything.' I began reinserting each chain one by one when another snap was followed by a shuffle.

"Who's there?" I asked. Silence. My asshole tightened up quick. I looked around and saw nothing. Then, after a short moment that seemed like a good hour, the four escaped prisoners showed themselves. They had abandoned their orange jumpsuits and showed up in nothing but underwear and white t-shirts. Oh shit.

Don't get me wrong, I am an exhibitionist, but the most dick I've ever taken was that of a busty transsexual escort that I meet regularly. She was certainly hung, but hung and hung times four are two very different things. The men stared me down, and I could feel the tension rising.

"What the fuck are you doing out here?" said the first dark man, William. He was handsome, no doubt. He was nearly busting out of his shirt with those muscles, and his shorts certainly weren't containing his anaconda very well, either.

"Uh," I stammered. I had nothing to say, really. What was I supposed to say? They could obviously see that I was out here putting things up my ass. What more of an explanation could I have offered?

"Do you know who we are?" asked the second man, Franklin. He was also handsome, but a little shorter than the first. He may not have been as muscular, either, but that dong of his seemed par for the course.

I nodded my head at them, but my mouth stayed closed. I don't know why I didn't lie. Panic arrests the reflexes, I suppose.

"What are we gonna do? He's seen us," said convict number three, known as Trey. He wasn't quite as handsome as the other two, and he was actually kind of scrawny, but he was obviously blessed below the waist. His dick almost looked like a third leg with how it was proportioned to his body.

"I won't say anything." Finally my dumb mouth opened. "If you don't say anything." By this time I realized that I was on my knees with three chains of anal beads hanging out of my ass, surrounded by four hung black men. I won't lie, it was a fantasy of mine, but one I've always figured would just stay a fantasy. A thousand images flashed through my head. There I was, being spit roasted by these black men, held up and fucked, used as a cumdumpster. I was brought back to reality when the fourth man spoke. I had no idea he was even there, but once I heard him I remembered: Four escaped prisoners.

"You like putting things up your ass? You a faggot or something?" His voice boomed. Deyron was his name; the fourth and final escapee. I thought William was big, holy shit this guy was huge. 6'8", three hundred pounds of muscle under an inch or two of fat, and the biggest fucking dick I had ever seen in my life. I almost felt bad for the guy. There's no way any woman could accommodate that forearm of a cock. I wouldn't be feeling bad for him in a few hours, though, I'd be longing for him.

"Not a faggot, no. Well, it depends on how freaky I feel like getting. I like pussy too. Why, you like what you see?" I have no idea why I said that. Actually, I do, but at the time I was so blown away by my nerve that I nearly dropped the beads out of my ass.

"I haven't had pussy in a long time, and I don't rape, so it's been a while since my cock has been inside anything wet and warm. But, shit, if you're willing, I'll take that round ass right here on that blanket." My jaw dropped, and my cock, which had fallen flaccid pretty quickly, began to bounce with excitement. Every fresh pump of blood made it dance, and all four of them laughed at it a little.

I sat and thought for what seemed like a while, but it was really only a second or two. I knew what I wanted, and I wasn't going to fight it. I wanted this, and if this happenstance meeting with the cocks of my dreams wasn't a sign from God that he wanted me to give my asshole and throat to these men and their cum, then I don't know what is.

"Alright I'll make you guys a deal. You all take turns fucking me. Gangbang me. Give me all four of your cocks at once if we can fit them, and cum on me hard, I'll keep all of this a secret. I want it hard, rough, and sloppy. I have lots of lube, and my spit should cover the rest of that issue. You four are going to fuck me harder than you've ever fucked a woman. I also have two cameras in my bag. One of them I will put on a tripod, the other I will give to you four to pass around and get better angles. At the end, I want you to piss on me, all four at once. Call me names, spank my ass, and treat me bad. Do all of this and I'll never say a word. This is really a win-win for all four of you, and it's certainly a win for me. So, what do you say?"

Apparently I had been thinking about this for a while. That whole big plan came spilling out of me pretty quickly. The four men talked briefly and came back to speak. The big guy piped in.

"We could just kill you and leave you out here, but to be honest, everything you described seems pretty fucking hot. Everything except the piss thing, but seeing as how we'll be done with you by then, that's on you, literally. One condition, you buy us some clothing and bring them out to us. Then we do this."

I said yes. I couldn't turn it down now. They would kill me, for sure. I got up, ran home, put clothing on, went out and got them clothes, got some bottles of water, brought it all back, set up the cameras, and prepared myself. My hole had shrunk considerably, but I wasn't worried about it. I knew I would be fine. I was eagerly puckering it the whole way.

I plopped down on the blanket with my bubble butt popping nicely. The feast of cock and cum stood before me in a row. Big King Dong Deyron stepped forward as I eyed his throbbing member. It throbbed even when it was flaccid. He shook it a little as he walked forward. A chill went up my spine as I reached out and grabbed it. It was hot, and I could feel blood pumping through it. It must have been thirteen inches long. My hands aren't small by any means, and I still couldn't reach all the way around it. I reached out my other hand and took it in both. A couple tugs on his pecker and he quickened his pace to my waiting mouth. I looked at it one last time, marveling at what a fucking work of art this thing was. Cursed and blessed at the same time. I would make sure he got his fill today, no matter the struggle. I put my lips to his head and stretched my mouth wide. I could barely fit it past them, but my jaw would loosen up in no time. With both hands I stroked his big dick while I sucked on his head, slowly getting past his mushroom cap. 

I took his cock out of my mouth, shoved a few fingers down my throat, and gagged three or four times. With a handful of spit and slobber, I coated his whole big dick with a bright sheen. I stroked and stroked as I returned my mouth to his head, the sloppy noises making every cock around a little harder. Three other cocks just like this! Don't forget!

Both of my arms stretched out around his hips and beckoned the next two, my eager head bobbing up and down on Deyron's ever-hardening cock. I was getting a good four inches down his shaft now, too. Trey had begun filming before I started my service. William and Franklin slid their cocks into my hands and I stroked with all three appendages. They stepped around to get a closer look, and I relinquished my mouth to move on to the next one. 

I went to William's beautiful member to showcase some of my deepthroating skills. William was packing a good ten-inches, but I was pro at this. I had deepthroated some big dildos in my day. I pushed his cock down my throat to the hilt in just two tries. He moaned and squirmed with his pubes in my nose while I stroked his friends. As I stayed down on him, I gagged over and over. I finally slid him out of my throat; a full cup of spit and mucus stuck to his now much harder cock. I blew a big bubble as I gasped for air, caught all of the slobber from his cock and my mouth, and gave it to Deyron and Franklin's members. The two of them moaned with agreement as I plunged my throat down on him again and began to fuck him with my mouth. All three of them groaned out in ecstasy. 

Trey was working the camera, getting great footage, and raging hard. He stroked himself a bit, but I couldn't let him go dry. I looked at him through the camera, grabbed another handful of slobber, reached out to his cock, and gave him a few good pumps.

"You know, Trey, I do have another hole." You're more than welcome to make yourself feel better." I poked my butt out a bit, arched my back, gave my cheek a wet slap, and went back to sucking and stroking. Trey got on his knees behind me; camera still filming, and I slapped a handful of slobber on my asshole. A few more pumps on his cock and I was back to my three musketeers, but now I had Franklin in my mouth. He was twitching with pleasure from the work I was doing on him.

Trey put the head of his dick to my hole, rubbed it back and forth for a few seconds, and began the insertion. I figured I might as well start with the smallest cock, even though "smallest" in this situation was a nine-inch red bull can. His cock head went in easy, and after that he began his assault. Big, long, slow strokes in my soaking wet asshole made my cock jump with each thrust as it oozed a decent glob of precum that dribbled down my balls. My head began to rush, and my asshole slowly relaxed and egged his cock on. The slobber made a sloppy sound with each thrust, and mixed with the sound of my mouth and hands and the men moaning, it was one big hot testosterone driven fuck fest. I began to get a spit roast going with Trey and Franklin's cocks. In and out, back and forth, deep in both ends. My hands eagerly stroked Deyron and William as I occasionally popped either one of them in my mouth and gave them a suck. Franklin patiently let his cock dangle and shine in front of me while I took care of his friends.

By now my asshole was fucked well, and I felt it was time to go up in size. I had Trey slide his dick out and told Franklin to trade him places. Trey's dick slopped out of my hole with a plop and he brought it to my face while Franklin immediately went to fucking. I took Trey's sausage, now covered in my ass juices, dripping, smelling like my insides, and I swallowed it to the hilt. I love the way my insides taste. Musky and metallic; the smell and taste make me so hot, like I'm some sick faggot who can't control himself. The only thing that makes that smell better is a hot load of cum to go with it, and I was about to get lots of that.

Franklin was doing a number on my asshole. He was going in at the wrong angle and hitting a wall, and it was painful to say the least. I shifted my ass a little and he found my colon with his head and slid inside me. The pleasure was back, and he seemed to enjoy the new arrangement more. 

By now my favorite man was back in my mouth. His dick had gotten even bigger since it was now fully erect. I couldn't believe it. He had one of those dicks so big that it never gets fully hard, but it's rigid enough to stuff inside an asshole. Those are my favorite kind, and I was falling in love with his. I couldn't believe how perfect it was. The thing stretched from my elbow to the palm of my hand, and it was thicker than my wrist. Bulky, pulsing veins ran along the sides and bottom of it, with that big cum dispensing vein on the bottom sitting almost an inch wide. I remembered him saying he hadn't fucked in a long time. Hopefully that means he's got a quart of cum for me to gargle.

While Franklin pumped away I bobbed my head on Deyron's dick. I was getting a good six inches down my throat now, and he was enjoying himself more and more. I looked up at him with a cock in my mouth, one in each hand, and another in my asshole, and I winked at him. He smiled a little before grabbing my head and holding me down on his asshole. As I gagged my asshole tightened and I heard Franklin let out a nice loud grunt. I gagged some more and showed him what a trained asshole was capable of, latching on to every inch of his dick. Big Daddy Deyron loved my effort and treated me with a few heavy smacks of this dick on my lips. I laughed like a little slut and fought with him, trying to get his horsecock back in my mouth. Finally he gave it to me and fucked my throat some more.

"I want someone below me. We need to try a DP," I said to them. "William, if you would."

William listened immediately. I think he had been growing envious of Franklin's moans and groans. We shifted quickly, and William lay below me. It was so hot having such a big bulky black man lying underneath me. I straddled him well, and his cock slid in with ease.

"Holy fuck, that is better than any pussy I've ever had," he exclaimed.

"Just you wait until King Dong here chokes me again," I said. Before Franklin could get inside me I grabbed Deyron's cock and shoved it in my mouth. He fucked my throat, like he knew what I wanted, and I tightened around William as I bounced my bubble booty up and down on him. He threw his head back in ecstasy as Trey stood behind us getting a wonderful image for the camera. My bubble booty clapping on William's cock was definitely a sight to see.

Finally Franklin positioned himself behind me. His cock head came to my anus and rubbed on William's shaft. I told him to slow down and take it slow, and he did. He pushed slowly as my anus fought him for moment. He broke through the barrier in seconds, and my asshole was acclimated. I moaned on Deyron's dick and squealed like a little girl. I was in heaven being stretched apart by real cocks; real cocks with real cum to feed me at the end of it all.

William and Franklin didn't waste any time. They started fucking my asshole like a couple of bucking broncos in no time. In and out they slammed their dicks, long strokes, slopping with slobber and ass juice. I shouted and Deyron thrust his dick into my throat to silence me. I was practically being fisted on one end, and absolutely destroyed on the other. They took no mercy on me at all. A relentless pulverizing force stretched my asshole out like it had never been done before. Occasionally they pulled all the way out of my asshole, and Trey put his fist inside of me, catching it all on camera. Two dicks, a man's fist, two dicks, a man's fist. It was the most abuse I'd ever endured, but through the pain I found pleasure. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I lost air, faded into unconsciousness, and gasped for a breath when Deyron pulled out, when I spiraled back into focus to once again have full sensation in my asshole's reaming. Two dicks, a fist.

When I came to for the third time I used both hands and my throat to edge Deyron's horse cock. His balls were practically the size of a grapefruit, which was good news for me, but I was gonna edge all of these boys to make sure I get as much of that hot black semen I could. I picked Deyron's cock up and laid it across my face while I stroked his head and tried to fit his balls in my mouth. My tongue swiped across his rough pubes as my hand expertly circled his mushroom cap. I peered up at him from under his massive meat. He called me his little bitch, to which I nodded in agreement. I would worship this cock forever if he let me. He could hide from the police in my luxurious basement, eating and living for free as long as he wanted, and as long as he was giving me this gift from God that he'd received. I'd suck his cock and let him fuck me every day, any time of day.

Will and Frank were still having fun in my asshole, and I certainly hadn't forgotten. Those two were absolutely relentless with their dicks. They fucked and fucked, and never seemed to tire. I was grateful, to say the least. 

Trey smacked me in the face a few times with his cock so I deepthroated him over and over, letting him fuck my throat with some serious force. I looked directly into the camera for effect. My eyes red and bulged, Will and Frank groaned together with each ass-tightening gag I gave them. I was so turned on by how vocal and animalistic these men were. You could smell cock and balls and ass lingering in a hot sticky cloud around us.

"This white boy's ass is fucking unbelievable, dog," Will said.

"I almost came, like, ten times. It's impossible not to want to bust up in that hole," Frank replied.

That's right, boys. Give me every hot, sticky drop. I want at least eight ounces of that black man spunk that I can slurp up and gargle.

"Okay, I want Deyron inside my ass. Come around front, boys. I'll finish you off up here," I said to all of them as they continued to fuck. After about ten more big, forceful thrusts, Will and Frank pulled their dicks out with a sloppy pop. Some air escaped my gaping asshole in a wispy fart as it closed itself. I gave a tight squeeze to help it along and reset myself a little so I could really feel Deyron enter me.

Will and Frank walked around front, their cocks dripping with spit, snot, ass juice and precum. I went to work and cleaned each of their dicks off with lots of slurping and scraping with my teeth, gently of course. Then I went to work on the three musketeers in front of me, working my hands and mouth as expertly as ever. I always prided myself on how well I can swallow a hot cock.

Deyron positioned himself behind me. I had the three men in front of me sit down on the blanket so I could lean more forward. My bubble ass poked up in the air at him, beckoning him inside. By now my hole had somewhat taken its original shape. There was definitely a difference there still, but I was squeezing my asshole as tightly as I could so Deyron could enjoy himself fully.




Black Friday



He placed his hot head at my anus. The heat from his cock was palpable, even with all of the friction that my ass had endured so far. Yes, daddy, stretch your little slut's eager bum. He moved his head up and down my asshole, priming me for what was to come. I must have known I love that. I took my hands off the cocks in front of me and placed them on my ass cheeks. I gave them each a hard smack and proceeded to pull them apart extra wide. Deyron gave a slight nudge on my butt with his dick, and the head pushed in an inch. I was shocked at how tight I'd managed to make myself again. I moaned in a pain a little, so I took a handful of slobber of William's dick and slapped it on my asshole. I gave Deyron a couple strokes and then positioned him at my hole. He pushed harder this time, and the whole top of his cock managed to find its way inside me. I squealed and moaned, but the pain was so good I couldn't help but push back against him. He slid in another inch, then another. Oh, daddy, you're so big, it's so perfect. It's just what I imagined it would be. Stretch me, fill me, fuck me. Four inches, five inches, eight inches, nine. My head rushed, and I fucked Trey's cock even harder with my throat, sending tension to my hole for my black god. He found my anal canal with no problem, and proceeded up into my colon. Ten inches, twelve inches. I stared to feel his pubes on my asshole. They added a new sensation to the mix, and I pushed back against him in response. Four more inches entered me, his hot balls resting on my gooch. He was all the way inside me, and we were just getting started.

For ten straight minutes Deyron tested my limits. I thought I was an expert at insertion, but when someone else is doing it, and they have their own interests in mind, it's a whole different ball game. He stroked slowly at first, all fifteen inches in, back to his mushroom cap, over and over. I took two more handfuls of slobber and added them to the fluid cocktail coating Deyron's penis. Then he started to fuck a bit faster. The strokes didn't come hard for a moment, but then the animal in him came out. He fucked me harder than any toy or any many ever had, and I just two horsecocks double-teaming me with a fist thrown in for good measure. I stroked and gagged the men in front of me for a while, but eventually all I could focus on was the pleasure and pain I was experiencing in my torso. Every time he entered my I could feel his cock deep inside my belly. I looked down only to see that each thrust forced a small bump to form on my stomach. This man was literally impaling me with his dick. I felt fulfilled. I was in ecstasy the whole time. Finally, after he had taken everything from me that he wanted, I felt his pace quickening. Deyron began to breathe heavier, and I knew it was coming. 

"Cream pie me!" I yelled. "Fill me up, daddy!"

He screamed at the top of his lungs a big bellowing sound. Two more beastly thrusts and he pushed inside me hard. I felt a hot sensation pooling in my belly. With each pump that I could feel, Deyron pulled out another inch. He made sure to coat every inch of my insides with his hot seed. I felt warm inside all over. As the last inch of his cock plopped out of my asshole, a river of cum oozed out after it. He blasted another huge cum rope onto my gaping hole and gave himself a squeeze to dribble the rest.

Trey was in my mouth at the time of all of this.

"Trey, it's your turn with my asshole. Give Deyron the camera. I want him to film me cleaning his dick off. Trey didn't hesitate at all. He stood up, gave the camera to Deyron who sat down exasperated in front of me. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked out the rest of his cum. Trey scraped his fingers along my asshole and fed me a handful of slop. I gobbled it up and kept sucking.

Trey fucked hard and fast from the get-go, but it was like nothing now. He came hard, though, and gave me at least six good squirts in my asshole. He came around and I cleaned him up as well. 

William was next. He liked to spank a lot, and I didn't mind. It was super hot to hear my bubble butt smacked so hard. He was a beast, to be sure. He fucked me hard, grunting and groaning, spanking me, until finally he thrust his cock deep and filled me with his seed. I accepted it happily, thinking about the juicy cocktail I would be drinking after I drained my asshole into a bowl.

I cleaned William off while Franklin fucked me and came hard, but at the last moment he pulled his cock out to the head and pumped it directly into my cavity. I felt it pool up nicely, warming my asshole from the inside. By now a lot of their cum had been worked into a froth, but that wouldn't stop me from eating it. On the contrary, I love the raw, animal nature of it. How sick and twisted I had to be to gobble up the frothy cum of four hung, handsome escaped convicts. As he pulled out some of his fresh load oozed out and dribbled down my ball sack. 

"Trey, can you get the bowl in my bag?" I asked him. He scrambled for it and brought it over promptly. "Okay, please place it under my ass." He slid it into place and stepped back. I leaned backward and took my torso vertical. A long, thick white stream began to flow out of my asshole and into the bowl. It spread out across the bottom quickly. The fuck fumes surrounding us was so erotic that I couldn't help but take a deep breath. Their cum continued to run out of me for a good thirty seconds. I reached the pint line on the measuring slots and I was ecstatic. I was about to drink two whole cups of black seed. What a little whore I was today. I squeezed out as much as I could with my muscles, farting cum bubbles into the bowl as I giggled like a schoolgirl. When it was all done I scraped my anus with my fingers and ate the frothy mixture off my hand.

By now the four men were just standing around watching me be a freak. Some of them seemed ready to go as they stroked their big members and glared at me. I took the bowl in both hands and put my lips to the rim. The smell was palpable. Their hot cum, my asshole, ball and ass sweat, all in one milky soup. I tipped it back and took a big mouthful. I held my head back and gargled it until bubble flowed up over my lips. It ran down my cheek a bit as I closed my mouth and swallowed it slowly. Another mouthful, but this time I squeezed it through my teeth, making a high pitched, bubbly cacophony. I worked it into thicker ooze and gulped it down. It coated my throat nicely. Another mouthful, but I guzzled this time. The bowl was getting lower, so I took a handful of their cum and went down to my cock. It had never been harder than it was now, and I was stroking it with cum from four men.

"Okay, boys, last step," I said. I guzzled the last of the bowl and looked up at them. "Piss on me. Piss on my face, in my hair, in my mouth, on my chest, piss on me right now, and I'll cum while I stroke my cock with your fluids. This is the last step and you're all free to go."

They stepped closer and pointed their cocks in my direction. It took them a minute, but the piss started to flow eventually, and it flowed big time. Each of them had a thick stream, but Deyron's was like a god damn super soaker. It had to be a half-inch thick, and it was nice yellow. They covered me all over. One of them pissed in my hair, two of them took to my face and mouth, and one of them pissed on my body. I filled my mouth and squeezed it out over and over while I stroked harder and harder. They must have pissed for a minute each, and I managed to stroke myself to orgasm before then. It was so hot, feeling all of that sensation and emotion, as I'm being degraded and fulfilled at the same time. Their hot yellow streams were so rewarding that I came harder than I'd ever come before. I shot ten huge ropes of cum out of my cock while a shower of piss covered me and more cum found its way out of my asshole onto the soaked blanket below. I moaned and groaned with each shot while I lapped up piss from their cocks.

That's when everything went south. Suddenly a spotlight hit us, and there were dogs and police officers everywhere, armed to the teeth. "Don't move! Hands in the air!" I could barely see from all of the piss on my face, but I threw my hands up to stop the blinding lights. They surrounded us quickly, and we surrendered. I was arrested with my ass like a windsock, covered in piss and cum, with a belly full of it all. They charged me with aiding and abetting. They called me faggot, smacked me around a bit, and left me alone in a cell without a shower for a couple hours. I was sticky and stinky and cold, but I had just had the experience of a lifetime. For now I was fulfilled. In any case, I got to spend the next few years with these four men, and I met some other interesting characters as well. Guards that like to fuck with Billy clubs before they use their dicks, men with uncut cocks, even the warden had some sick fetishes that I was able to explore with him whenever he decided to call me into his office. Those are all stories for another time, though.



Black Friday at the Border Crossing



It is "Black Friday" and my cousin Cathy and I are driving to the border crossing leading into Montana. We both love the State of Montana as it holds special memories for both of us. There is no way we could know what is about to happen to us, but the term "Black Friday" is going to take on a new meaning. It will be something we will never forget. My cousin Cathy is always the one to create new adventures for us when we take trips together. 

I am driving the car as we pull up to the border crossing, and we come to a stop as we wait our turn to talk to a customs official. I am always nervous when we cross over into the U.S.A. Those officers always ask questions and look at a person in such a way as to make you feel like you have committed a crime. Today is no different as I nervously wait behind the wheel. I keep telling myself to calm down and relax which is something I have a hard time doing even at the best of times. The fact is that I have a hard time sitting still, as I am a bundle of nervous energy. That nervous energy is about to be used in a way that I have never experienced. 

After waiting in line for about 30-minutes, it is our turn as I pull the car up to the window. The customs official is a big black man and he looks delicious. Big powerful forearms, a thick neck, broad shoulders, and a wonderful sexy round ass – I can feel myself starting to stare at him more than I should under these circumstances. I am nervous as I sit in the driver's seat waiting for him to start asking questions. 

"Good morning, may I see your passports, ladies." 

"Yes, sir, here they are." I watch his every move as he checks over our passports. 

"Do you own everything in your vehicle?" His question takes me by surprise. 

"Yes," I stammer. Oh, I hate it when I start to stammer, but I was so nervous. I hadn't even thought about the contents of our vehicle. Of course we were not driving around with stolen items. As I had stated, these customs officials always make me nervous. 

"Why are you entering the U.S.A.?" 

My cousin Cathy could see I was starting to "crash and burn" under the pressure of his questioning, so she leans over me a bit and looks up at the customs officer and replies, "We are here for pleasure, not business, and we will be staying within Montana to do some shopping. We will be here for two-nights, sir." 

"What do you have in your trunk?" 

"Only luggage, sir," I replied. 

"Ladies, I want to inspect the contents of your vehicle, so pull up over into that area and turn off your ignition and wait for me," he states as he waives his hand over towards a parking lot. 

I respond with a polite, "Yes, sir," as I feel my heart starting to race. I pull over to the parking lot and turn off our vehicle and wait. 

"Cathy, I have never been pulled over like this for an inspection at the crossing. What do you think will happen?" 

"Oh, I just thought of something. Brenda, I am so sorry, but I packed my special 9" strap-on dildo and a big bottle of lube. I knew I would be aroused at some point during our little vacation, so I brought it along. I was hoping we could take turns using the dildo on each other, and I wanted to introduce you to sucking up my pussy juice and swallowing it. I should have told you. I wonder if that customs officer will find the dildo and the jar of lube?" 

"Cathy, oh, no. What will happen to us?" 

"Brenda, just calm down. Don't start talking to him, just wait for him to ask us questions. You need to relax. Do you think he has never seen a dildo before?" 

"This will be so embarrassing, and especially if he starts asking questions about why we have the dildo. Are you going to tell him we are cousins, and that you have plans for us to use that dildo on each other?" 

"Brenda, relax. You are getting ahead of yourself again. Be quiet and let me do the talking unless he asks you something specifically." Cathy's confidence did begin to calm me, as I sit there taking in a few deep breaths and exhaling slowly. 

Suddenly he appears outside our vehicle and says, "Ladies, step out of the car and go sit down on that bench over there. But before you go, open up the trunk so I can have a look at what you were planning to bring across the border." 

"Yes, sir." I open the trunk and then Cathy and I make our way over to a bench and sit down waiting for our ordeal to be over. 

"Oh, no. He is going straight for the suitcase that has my special 9" dildo," Cathy says as she bends over and whispers into my ear. 

It did not take long for our humiliation and embarrassment to begin. Within a few minutes, after carefully looking through our luggage, he stands holding up Cathy's 9" strap-on dildo. He waives his fingers at us, as he instructs us to come back over to where he is standing by the rear of the car. I think that perhaps he is smiling slightly, but I am not sure, as we walk up to him. 

He looks each of us over, "You want to take this dildo with you on your vacation?" 

Smiling up at him, Cathy is looking into his eyes, as she responds, "Yes, sir. Brenda and I are cousins and we have a special relationship with each other. I want for the two of us to use that dildo on each other while we spend time at the hotel during the evenings when we are done our shopping." 

He smiles back at Cathy as he replies, "I will let you cross the border, but it will cost you a favour or two. Are you willing to give me some special favours while you are on your vacation?" 

"Yes, sir," we both reply while gazing up and looking into his eyes. 

He then takes a card out of his pocket and slips it into Cathy's hand. "Now you ladies meet me at the address on that card in about two-hours. We are going to have a great time together. The key is under the front doormat. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, sir," we reply as our voices sound as one. He places the dildo back into the suitcase and tucks it back into the trunk. We quickly get back into our car after saying our goodbyes and drive off. 

"Mmmm, I cannot wait to be with him. I want to crouch over his face and have him give me a good pussy licking," Cathy whispers almost to herself. "I wonder if he will shove his big cock down my throat. I would love the feeling of him forcing his big cock into my mouth and pushing it down into my throat. I love the feeling of being forced to suck cock. I am getting wet thinking about it." 

"This will be the first time the two of us are together with a black man." 

"Cousin Brenda, you just follow my lead. Stay calm and do try to relax. Mmmm, I hope he is a forceful type of a guy, as I am in the mood for being controlled and used." 

Cathy and I are both becoming increasingly wet as we anticipate what will soon happen. We arrive at his home and let ourselves in. Time goes by quickly as we shower together, and each of us gets on our knees and gives the other a pussy shave. While shaving each other, we take some time to finger each other and the pussy juices start to flow. 

We make our way to his bedroom and make ourselves comfortable on the bed as we finish drying off. "Brenda, I need you to hurt me just a little, okay? I am in one of those moods where I need to feel some pain and discomfort in my pussy, as it will help me to get ready for when he comes home and we start having some intense pleasure." 

"Cathy, what would you like me to do exactly?" 

"Brenda, put on that strap-on dildo and lube it up nicely. I need you to ram it into my pussy. You don't need to go deep, just push it in a few inches, then pull all the way out, and then push it back in. Something has just come over me and I really need to feel some force and some discomfort. I can't stand waiting, please I need this quickly." 

I follow Cathy's orders quickly and put on the dildo and give it a generous amount of lube. As Cathy lies with her legs spread apart wide and bent at the knees, she holds her pussy lips apart with her fingers urging me to hurry up and ram into her. As I force the lubed dildo into her, she let's out, "Mmmm, fuck, oh, please make it hurt. Oh, I need this so bad. Ram it in and out quickly. Please, I need to feel some pain." 

Following her orders as she seems increasingly crazed, I push it inside her a few inches, then pull it all the way out, and then keep repeating the movement, as she begs to feel more pain from the quick and forceful movement. I have never seen my cousin Cathy like this before, and I think she must be consumed with the thoughts of a big black man coming to use her body. 

I keep repeating the rough and forceful movement as Cathy keeps begging me to keep it going, she yells out, "Oh, hurt my cunt and make me moan, oh, I love this, Mmmm." 

Suddenly, I hear movement behind me, and as I look over my shoulder I see our new friend has arrived home. "Baby, let me take over. I see this bitch needs a man to use her. I can give her the pleasure and pain she needs. But if it is only pain she is looking for, I can deliver with my big black cock." 

He skillfully takes over and pushes Cathy legs apart wider as he forces his big black cock inside her pussy with one swift and forceful movement. "Oh, oh, oh, more." I stand there stunned at what seems to be Cathy becoming more and more possessed with wanting to be used and abused with a big cock as she keeps moaning loudly and writhing beneath him. 

I can hear Cathy's wetness making a sloshing noise and our new friend's balls start to slap against Cathy's ass as he rams himself in and out of her. He gives her a hard slap across the face as he says, "Hey, bitch. You really need some pain don't you? The pain you need will come from me fucking your ass. This will be one Black Friday you never forget."



Black Friday Survival and Demise



Authors note: I really wasn't planning on writing something else for the Winter Holidays Story Contest, but as I viewed social media with disgust as Black Friday unfolded, I had a sudden idea and churned out this short, sexy satire. It's completely different than my previous entry. Again its satire, so of course it's unrealistic (at least, parts of it). No minors under the age of 18 are involved in any sexual situations. Comments appreciated!

* It was 3:45 am on Friday, November 28th, 2014; otherwise known as Black Friday in the States. There were already hundreds of shoppers crowded by the entrance of Big Box Mart, hoping to get the best deals. Flat screen TVs from $99.97! Tablets from 39.99! Buy two get one free blenders!

In the sea of suburbanite women with dyed hair, jeweled jeans, and purses the size of dog carriers, two Black Friday participants stood apart from the crowd. Technically, they were definitely in the crowd and fairly close to the front doors too, meaning they must've arrived especially early to guarantee getting the best sales.

Joe was one of the relatively few men in the crowd, towering above the others. Also different was the fact that you couldn't even tell what brand his jeans were, one of his shoes were held together by duct tape, and he was wearing just a plain blue flannel. Joe had messy short black hair and a 5 o'clock shadow. He was holding hands with a very attractive, thin woman, also appearing to be in her late 20s, with long, bleach-blond hair and eyes made up in three shades of purple that coordinated well with her plum lips. She was wearing a gray sweater dress with leggings, a decorative scarf, and knee-length, high-heeled black boots.

A few feet away stood a woman who also didn't seem to fit in. Gina was of a short, curvy build; wearing yoga pants, a State University hoodie, and tennis shoes. Her black hair was pulled up into a messy pony tail, which didn't look like it had been brushed at all, and she wore thick eyeglasses. She wore no make-up on her olive-toned skin, and was sipping coffee from a heavy-duty mug. She was accompanied by an older woman with similar facial features, who was a bit shorter and a lot thicker than Gina. Her black hair was streaked with silver, and she used a cane.

Joe and Gina stood next to their companions in miserable silence wishing they were still in bed, but now eager for Black Friday to just go ahead and get started and over with. It was finally 3:59 am and the Big Box Mart store clerks were unlocking the store doors with trembling hands and nervous glances at the crowd.

The crowd all rushed in at once to dire consequences. A shopper towards the front tripped and fell, leading to a chain reaction until nearly all the shoppers were in a huge mass of fallen bodies -- hundreds and hundreds of shoppers, all piled on top of each other. The pile of shoppers spanned the entire space of the large store lobby, from floor to ceiling, from the women's casual wear department on the left, to the women's dress wear department on the right, and to the women's sportswear department straight ahead.

Joe and his girlfriend landed near the bottom-center of the pile of shoppers, nestled right next to Gina and her mom. They were, perhaps, four to six body-widths up from the bottom. Gina's mom provided a nice cushion for Gina and Joe, who were immediately next to each other, while Joe's girlfriend was stretched crosswise above them. Extra arms, legs, and other appendages came in from all directions. Gina's right eye was dangerously close to someone's spiked heel, and she had lost her glasses somewhere. She squirmed a little closer to Joe, the best she could, to avoid getting her eye stabbed out.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Joe complained loudly, "Who the fuck needs three blenders anyways?"

"Joe!" his girlfriend corrected, irritably, "We're not here for the blenders, we got those last year. I swear, you don't pay attention to anything. You're going straight to electronics for iPhone speakers while I go to the shoe department. Got it?"

"Oh dear," muttered Gina's mom, "Do you think I can still get a TV for a hundred bucks?"

"I don't even want to hear it, Mom. Ok, just shut it. This is it. I can't fucking believe it. This is definitely the worst I have ever seen Black Friday get. We've never been in a huge fucking pile of people like this before! I've had it. This is the last time I'm doing Black Friday with you, or anyone, and this time I mean it! You know, I even put my coffee in a spill-proof mug this year. But guess what, Mom, it spilt! Again! And this time, someone below us probably has a second degree burn. How do you feel about that, Mom? Huh, how do you feel about that? Is a cheap TV still fucking worth it?"

"Well, honestly, I feel a little bad about that, honey. Because you're so damn grouchy without your coffee -- talking to your mom like that. And you don't have to swear like a sailor in front of all these nice people."

They didn't seem to mind Gina's swearing, but they also didn't seem to truly grasp the severity of their situation. Shoppers from all sides expressed concern about the sales they were missing. A woman at Joe's left side was in tears because she just knew she wouldn't get the 12-piece cookie press set, which she explained had the only Christmas cookie cutter shape she didn't already own - baby Jesus himself.

A young woman near Gina was freaking out that she couldn't reach her iPhone to text her bestie. She became more hysterical with every second she couldn't wrestle her phone out of her back pocket, desperately pleading, "Anyone, can anyone text my bestie for me, tell her I want 5 pairs of those $2 leggings -- in black, purple, nude, teal, and pink -- hot pink, not soft pink. Please, anyone, please? Help me!"

Gina was getting more pissed by the minute, especially about her spilled coffee and lost glasses. She could barely see a thing - only those closest to her. Joe was also credulous, but at least appreciated the position of his girlfriend, Ashley, laying prone above him.

After a few minutes of such complaints, the Big Box Mart speaker system announced, "Thank you for shopping at Big Box Mart. We value your business. Do not worry, we prepared for an event of this sort. This is not an emergency, we repeat, this is not an emergency. But to be on the safe side, we are supplying extra oxygen into the crowd."

"It's a clusterfuck, not a crowd! A big fucking pile of sweaty, crazy shoppers!." Joe bitterly interjected. Gina thought Joe was the only person who made any sense.

The store announcement continued, "Safety Associates have arrived and will assist women and children first. We apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused for you. To show our appreciation for your patience and patronage, we are extending our Black Friday specials by one hour and shoppers today will get an extra 10% off of all holiday items. We have increased the volume of our holiday music so that even those in the center of the crowd can continue enjoying the holiday cheer while you await further assistance."

The pile of shoppers cheered.

"Safety Associates?" questioned Gina, "Try, rescue workers. Ugh. At least I'll never, ever, have to do this again. Got that mom -- never, ever again!"

"I hear you, Gina. Geez. You're such a poor sport anyways. Agreed, but on the condition that we stop by the holiday section before leaving today. An extra 10%! And they already had all the Christmas tree ornaments buy one get one half off!"

"Mom! We're Jewish!"

"I know that, Gina. Geez Louise. But I always kind of admired Christmas trees and an ornament or two would be a nice neighborly gift for the Robbins, don't you think?"

"This is not acceptable," complained Joe's girlfriend.

"I know," he moaned, "women and children first, I'm never getting out of here."

"Speak for yourself, Joe. They advertised that they only have 45 of those brown suede over-the-knee boots in stock! Time is of the essence, I am not waiting to be rescued!" She began squirming her way through the crowd.

"Ashley, no, I'm putting my foot down. Or up. Or sideways. I have no fucking idea which direction I'm facing right now. But that's not the point. It's dangerous and you'll get manhandled your whole way out of this pile! Don't do it!"

"A small price to pay for $24.97 boots. I've gotta go, Joe."

"I like her attitude and drive," quipped Gina's mom, "Can I join you?"

"Sorry, I can't have anyone slowing me down, old lady."

"Slow you down, p'shaw, young lady. I've got a cane to move people out of the way"

"You do! Then lead the way, Grandma."

"I'm not a grandma yet, but I think I'll swing by the baby section to get something for my new niece. I'm afraid I'm destined to remain a great aunt and never a grandmother," the older woman said in an accusatory tone, and then more sweetly, "Gina, I'll get an associate to load the TV into the car and I'll meet you back in the parking lot! Bye hun!"

Joe's girlfriend informed him, "I'll need you to meet me by the cashiers' lanes, sweetie, to help with all my shopping bags."

Without further ado, Joe's girlfriend and Gina's mom squirmed and bushwhacked their way through the pile of bodies. A few others followed behind, including the young woman frantic about the sale leggings, declaring, "I'm outtie." Joe and Gina were left together, face-to-face and bodies tight in the human pile, still surrounded by hundreds of other adults who choose the path of least resistance.

A single tear dropped from Joe's eye.

"Oh, what's a matter, Joe?" Gina inquired, having picked up on his name.

"Ashley, my girlfriend - I may never see her again," Joe shared, very sadly.

"Yeah, she may have underestimated the severity of this situation and she's a scrawny little thing. She might get squished to death. But, to be honest, Joe, she doesn't seem your type."

"I know, we don't really have a lot in common, but I've never met another girl that can give head the way Ashley can. I'm really, really going to miss her."

"Ha!" exclaimed Gina, who then licked Joe's tear away, as her hands were currently immobile and therefore could not simply wipe his tear away, "Have you ever been sucked off by an anarchist?"

"Huh? No, I don't believe I have. Do you recommend it?"

"I do, in fact. They don't follow any rules or conventions, you know. It's time to stop grieving Ashley. She can be replaced, probably any third Wednesday evening at that Amy's Fair Trade Coffee. The Anarchists Social Club actually follows calendars quite well, and I think you'd quickly find someone who appreciates your attitude and good looks. And think of the plus side -- maybe you'll never find yourself in a Black Friday cluster fuck again!"

"That's true, there is that. I feel better already and I'm very interested in meeting some anarchists. Hey, aren't you worried about your mom?"

"Nah, she comes with her own padding, in addition to her cane. Not only will she be just fine, she's certain to find the best deals. Yeah, so, I'm just going to wait this out."

"Agreed. It's going to be a while before the rescue workers get to us, though. I'd say we're about 125 people deep on all sides, except below."

"If not more. Well, we'll just have to find other ways to keep occupied," Gina replied with a sly smile and a wink.

"You know," Joe responded, "Black Friday isn't so bad if you just ignore all the unfettered capitalist consumption and focus on what really counts -- love."

"Or just sex," Gina added.

And with that, Joe and Gina engaged in a heavy kiss. They groped and fondled each other the best they could, in light of the limited body movement they had available from within the mass of bodies. In fact, they were pretty much stuck in position for some time. Fortunately for Joe, Gina happened to have her hand right on his junk and she petted him up and down from outside his jeans, although her left hand was stuck high above her head on what felt like someone's ankle. Unfortunately for Gina, one of Joe's hands was also stuck on who-knows-who in the crowd, and his other hand was only on Gina's shoulder. But he got to know her shoulder and collarbone very well, and after several minutes of Joe and Gina wiggling and squirming next to each other, this hand eventually found a pathway to one of her ample breasts.

For the most part, the shoppers piled around them took little notice, as people continued to discuss the shopping deals that brought them out at such an ungodly hour. Bath towels -- 3 for $10. And not those little thin ones either -- the big fluffly ones the size of beach towels. And in 7 different color choices -- can you fucking believe it? 3 for $10! A couple middle-aged women nearby began to get into it over the limited stock of electronic cat litter boxes advertised at a rock bottom price. Neither of them ever wanted to scoop cat shit again, and things got a little vicious as they slowly inched out of the crowd in a race against each other.

A few shoppers, on the other hand, caught onto Joe and Gina's antics and did their best to join. The main couple felt gropes and squeezes from other hands and in other places. Further off, a few others appeared to occupy their time in a similar manner to Joe and Gina. The crowd in general become more wiggly and fluid, and passionate moans provided a back drop to all the shop talk. It was literally becoming a cluster fuck.

Gina managed to undo Joe's fly and release his cock from captivity, even though the rest of their bodies, and all the others, remained entrapped. She continued stroking him, while Joe wiggled his body down more, eventually succeeding in aligning their bodies perfectly. Gina was significantly shorter than Joe, so she now faced the task of gaining access to his chest beneath the sweaty flannel. One hand still busy on his dick and the other still confined who-knows-where, she worked on undoing his shirt buttons with her mouth. It wasn't going well, as Gina still hadn't yet gained sufficient movement of her neck -- so instead she just bit through the button threads with her teeth. She was able to wiggle slightly to the left to take one of Joe's nipples into her mouth, with a bite and suck.

Meanwhile, Joe could hardly believe his Black Friday luck and was pre-cumming all over Gina's yoga pants. He had to get those pants off of her, or more realistically, at least down a few inches. He worried that if he asked Gina to release her grip from his cock to lower her own pants, they'd come detached forever in the human pile. The pile was shifting more, as shoppers continuing being freed from the periphery and others engaged in debauchery. Joe still wasn't sure exactly whose arm (leg?) his other hand was on, but decided to pinch that person to help free his hand.

His tactic worked, as someone about three bodies over yelped and wiggled away the best they could. This chain reaction provided Joe and Gina with slightly more space in general, and Joe's newly mobile hand quickly found its way to and into Gina's waistband. He was delighted to find there were no additional barriers. Joe gave a little laugh of approval, as Gina explained, "Still in my PJs. At 3 in the morning, all I could handle was brushing my teeth and putting on deodorant. Looks like I needed that more than panties!"

Joe found Gina already moist, but increased her wetness with expert handwork, slipping two fingers into her pussy and massaging her clit with his thumb. They were both moaning now, and Gina took the initiative to run his cock up and down the folds of her labia, having inched her yoga pants down slightly. Joe was able to move his hand away from her sopping pussy and force it around to massage her ass, and Gina then helped guide his thick cock deep inside her.

They were still knee-deep in shoppers, but the pile continued loosening and they shifted closer to ground level as the rescue effort went on. An occasional hand, foot, or face invaded their space, some more intentionally than others. As they gained more wiggle room, Gina and Joe were able to shed some clothes and Joe gained valuable capacity for long, deep thrusts, "Gina, babe," he said in between kisses, "I swear I'm clean, but are you on the pill?"

"No, Joe, you're going to have to pull out -- can you do that?"

"Absolutely," Joe answered, but a few other shoppers around them protested.

"No, yuck!" exclaimed one woman, "I've had enough of this, have your fun but keep your jizz off of me!"

"Hey, bro," offered another shopper, possibly gay, "I understand your predicament and will not interfere!"

Having identifying a workable solution to their quandary, Joe fucked Gina with mad fervor as she begged for more, "Faster, Joe, there's a blue light special deep in aisle-oh-FUCK!" Gina's orgasm pulsated through her with a full body shudder and a loud, long moan. And just in time, as Joe pulled out and finished off between their bellies, not getting too much of his cum on the fellow shoppers.

As the pile continued to shrink, Gina and Joe enjoyed more of each other's company. They were among the last in the pile, along with a few other embracing couples and triads. The rescue workers never returned for any of them, but they survived the giant Black Friday cluster fuck on their own. Cluster fucks weren't such a bad thing, after all.

Although the Big Box Mart was still exceptionally crowded, they now had a lot more space to work with. Joe and Gina sucked and fucked in 69 different positions, as they moved from the clothing to the kitchenware and then the home & garden departments. They couldn't believe the specials they found. There was a mega sale on batteries, so Joe and Gina agreed to meet at Lady Priscilla's Adult Boutique on small business Saturday.

The crowds rushing past them didn't even notice their exhibitionist antics -- most likely because they didn't have a single sale sign or price tag affixed on or near their bodies. Actually, at one point an elderly gentleman turned the adjoined couple this way and that, trying to find a price, but gave up after he couldn't find a barcode anywhere or an available store clerk for a price check. The associates were far too busy getting fucked by their employer to care about the half-naked couples and triads dispersed throughout the store. In fact, some of their asses were so sore from their relentless rape by corporate America, that they took an extended lunch break to talk, and make, unionization.

Gina's mom and Ashley must've managed the rest of Black Friday on their own, as they were not seen again at Big Box Mart by Joe or Gina, not even in the shoe section. Gina and Joe, as well as a few others, lost many of their clothing items throughout the store, for good this time, likely sold to someone else for the low, low price of $1.88.

Eventually, the Black Friday crowds dissipated and a Big Box Market security guard finally took notice of Joe and Gina, plus a few, who were all thereby banned from Big Box Mart forever. At first Joe and Gina were very disappointed. After being dragged to Black Fridays for years on end, they realized that sometimes hot deals really could be found.

But then they realized they were only banned from Big Box Mart, and so they had Super Imports the next year. The year after that was Shop Shoppe; and so on it went, for years. They had unintentionally started a new form of social protest, although security guards began to move beyond only stereotyping shoplifters to also be on the look-out for lovers. Joe and Gina managed to always stay one step ahead of security, for example, when they infiltrated cyber Black Friday with webcams.

Unfortunately, many, many years later, Joe and Gina died tragically in an unusual, offseason hurricane. The hurricane was most likely the consequence of climate change, which was in no small part caused by consumerism, which in turn was fed for decades by Black Friday hysteria. Joe and Gina were lovers to the end, but it was a slow, miserable death as Gina drowned in the rising sea waters and Joe caught a secondary infection from an injury. Unfettered consumerism brought Joe and Gina together on that fateful Black Friday, but in the end, consumerism also led to their demise. If only they convinced more people to consummate instead of consume, they may have saved the world and fucked happily ever after.




Black Friday Survival and Demise



Author's afterward: I hope you enjoy my sense of humor. I certainly amuse myself. Needless to say, I hate Black Friday. But at risk of sounding preachy, I confess to consuming far more than my fair share. I couldn't resist an ironic ending, although that's not how this story started in my head. Now I'm going to ponder more ethical shopping this holiday season, and maybe you can too! xoxo. I feel like this story could benefit from an illustration, if anyone feels so inclined to draw a Black Friday Cluster Fuck...