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Desperado

By: bourbonslut



The kitchen of her college apartment was tiny but somehow, they'd managed to wedge themselves in there. The four of them were so different, stunning young people, but all drunk as proverbial skunks. Anderson was short, slight, with a scraggly blond ponytail; he was the true genius of the bunch. Joey, with the shaggy mop of brown curls she'd always wanted to run her fingers through, her pal and acting partner. Josh, with the crazy-short ROTC buzz cut (what nice Jewish boy from Great Neck joins ROTC anyway, she wondered?). And then there was Bridget, her post-punk purple-streaks and tousled, spiky hair, suffering the indignities of multiple late-night hair experiments, her torn and oversized t-shirt, baggy skirt and turquoise Converse Chuck Taylors the height of collegiate geek charm.

These were her boys. Not her boyfriends, but her boys. Here at her party, in her tiny apartment. She was merrily learning how to shotgun a beer, much to the amusement of the boys. 

"You mean you don't know?" "Get outta here!" "No way!" Cheap cans of Old Milwaukee were shaken, a Bic pen produced, and as the fizzing cans were punched in the side with the pen, the foam flew against the whitish walls and enameled-tin cabinets. Laughing and spraying, she managed to get half of one can down, soaking herself head to waist, white beery foam against her dark hair.

Joey, spiraling a bit, leaned against the swinging door, and fell, flopping onto the mattress they had conveniently parked on the living room floor. His head landed on the smooth, bare belly of her roommate, already conked out. They laughed; Joey, a writing major, was more of a pothead than a boozer. She smiled, closing the door on the slumber party in her livingroom. There were still more Old Milwaukees yet to be drained.

Shake, poke, pop, shoot, swallow. Repeat. Repeat. The three of them downed another nine beers. And the conversation turned, as it often did, to fucking.

Anderson was first, "If you weren't my friend, I'd totally nail you." Laughing, she replied, "You're awesome. And surprisingly gentlemanly." Her boyfriend was at home for the summer, counseling handicapped kids. He wasn't keen on the boys, her boys, or the beers, or the parties. She thought she wasn't so keen on him anymore...

She swatted Anderson hard on the ass and said, "And you've done everyone else in my house!" All those guys had fucked her two roommates, at one point or another -- Sarah, the athletic brunette passed out in the livingroom, and Ellie, a petite redhead with a sweet ass. Bridget suspected that's why they got along so well. "True enough!"

Josh chimed in, "And so have I," handing her another beer, looking her over, her wet sweatshirt clinging to her 38D chest She smiled, even as she felt his intense brown eyes burning through her. She felt a little exposed, somehow; he'd never looked at her like anything but a buddy before.

"Oh my God you are so right! I feel so relatively pure!" swilling down the can, not bothering to shotgun it. "Would you do me, soldier boy?" she says, cocking her head, in a flirty, fake-southern drawl. She pouted, her full lips looking quite inviting, and she was feeling a little sexy. It had been a long time for her, to go without sex, and the beer was making its effects known, making her head spin and her body a bit warm. 

"Yes." She was taken aback by his serious response, but figured he just sounded more intense than the always cheerful Anderson, who was neck-deep in the cabinets. Josh locked eyes with her again, then scanned her curvy body, the skirt cascading over her long muscular legs and the shirt still clinging to her large breasts.

"Dude, what are you looking for?" Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, she turned her attention to Anderson.

"Shot glasses, to toast our mutual platonic love for you, and your amazing hooters." They laughed, and Bridget relaxed. Anderson broke out the University-logo shot glasses (a joke birthday gift from her brother) and topped them with cheap vodka, the plastic-bottled house brand at the local liquor store that doesn't card her, ever. She squeezed some lime over the tops of them. 

She noticed Josh leaning against the kitchen stove, silently watching her, and, grinning, grabbed his hand, "Get over here, all for one, one for all." He squeezed her hand, as they all lift their glasses and slam the harsh vodka down.

Through her growing alcoholic fog, Bridget hears the music and murmurs outside the kitchen door. Her face flushed, she grabs on to Josh and Anderson's shoulders. "I love you guys," she slurs, pulling them into a huddle, hugging them close. She likes the feel of their bodies, their sweaty Tshirts under her hands, Josh's broad shoulders and Anderson's narrow ones. 

Anderson playfully tousled her messy hair, "You too, babes, but I'm out of here, it's like three and even geniuses got to get some sleep." She woozily waves him and the kitchen door seems farther away as his ponytail bobs out of sight.

The murmurs outside have quieted, and she heard Ellie call to her, sleepily, "Night hon. you still there, everyone's gone."

"Yeah, no worries, me and Josh, we'll lock up, clean up in the morning." 

"Cool, I'm going to bed." She hears Ellie's door close at the far end of the apartment, along with the heavy snores of the bodies dropped on the living room-floor mattress; Joey and Sarah had their heads cutely resting on each other's shoulders.

"Just you and me kid," she says to Josh, staggering, falling against his broad shoulder. She heard the stereo still playing against their sudden silence. "Desperado" comes on the city's all night classic rock loop. 

He put his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his tight body. She felt suddenly sleepy, as if it were the last dance at a high-school dance. Somehow, her arms are around his neck, and their eyes meet in one big soft cliché of discovery. In this realization, they smile, and laugh, but quietly, so as not to wake up the mattress-crashers outside the door. "Why don't you come to your senses....la la la la la la..for so long...." 

He pulled her closer, and the first kiss between them just happens, she tells herself. She hesitated for a moment, but let herself fall into it, doesn't stop herself from kissing back. Soon they were kissing and singing "Desperado," and where they forget the words, they would kiss some more. "You better let somebody love you, before its too late." She is consumed by her feelings, head swirling, his rough face against her soft one, her tongue probing her mouth, was too much, all of a sudden. She felt waves of guilt but powerless at the same time, as the vodka fogged her head and weakened her body. Suddenly, she felt powerful hands pushing her against the beer spotted kitchen wall. His hands became more insistent, one hand against her shoulder, one pushing up her damp shirt. She slid her hands off his neck, and tried weakly to slide out from his grip.

"No," she slurred.

"Come on." He pulled her by the hand towards her cluttered bedroom.

"No. Not my room."

"Just more kissing, my back hurts standing up."

"Ok."

They sat on the edge of her bed, and time started racing by faster than she ever imagined.

"Let me."

"No."

"Come on."

"No."

"Shhh...."

Her shirt, off. Her bra, roughly pushed down, freeing her large breasts and showing off her nipples, erect and firm. She blushed at the sight of him, cringing as he bit down on them but squirming with arousal at the same time.

"Don't tell anybody," not wanting her betrayal and drunken weakness to be known to anyone, even in her abject submission.

"You better not tell anybody" Josh's girlfriend was away in France for the summer, a sweet freshman cadet and engineering major. "I'll make your life hell," even as he tore at her skirt, revealing her shapely legs and embarrassingly damp panties.

"You better let somebody love you...." She heard the song echoing in her head.

"No"

"Shhhhh"

"No!" An attempt to wake him up? Make him realize, they were friends, not lovers, and she was not his victim?

"Shhhh!!"

"Nn-"

A firm hand clamped over her mouth even as her head whipped from side to side, and his other hand wedged itself between her strong thighs, parting them, fingers stabbing her tender pussy. 

Where were her roommates? 

She heard his zipper come down and felt his cock driving into her, hard and fast.

"....before it's too late." 

Desperado



Another tale of the "wild west" and the characters that lived in that exciting time.

Life was simpler then; a time of stark contrast, a world of black and white. But there were a few gray areas.

This is a story of one of the men who lived in that world between black and white, between good and bad, and between the law and the outlaw.

Constructive comments, critiques, and emails are much appreciated and most welcome.

Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on this story. I hope you enjoy it.

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"Mr. Lowell?" The young man asked. It was an April morning on a cool but sunny day in 1960. The young man had started out from New Braunfels at 7:30. He got lost a couple of times and it had taken him an hour and a half to find the ranch and this man. When he didn't get a response for the elderly man he asked, "You are Mr. Clint Lowell, aren't you?"

"Who wants to know?" The old man asked as he stood up. "And why is it any of your business?"

The old man had been sitting in a rocking chair on the porch of a modest home. The house sat on just over two acres in the hill county outside of New Braunfels, Texas. It had once been in the middle of a good size cattle ranch but most of the land had been sold off over the years.

"I'm Sam Reybern Mr. Lowell," the young man answered. "I work for National Geographic Magazine."

"National what? Oh yeah, that's the magazine with the pictures of the natives with no clothes on." The old man laughed hard and then coughed for a several seconds. "Seen them pictures a time or two."

"We do print pictures of other things sir. You know landscapes, cities, vegetation and..."

"Never paid attention to anything but those naked natives," Lowell interrupted the young man. "You tolt me who you are but why are you here boy."

Sam looked at Clint Lowell and could picture the young man he had been. Even at his advanced age, Clint stood straight and tall. He's about 6 feet and 180 pounds, Sam thought. Lowell's hair was mostly white but still had a few streaks of dark brown running through it but the walrus type mustache was pure white. Those blue eyes could likely bore holes in you if he got angry, Sam observed.

"I'm doing a story about range wars and feuds in the old west sir," Sam replied. "Mostly in the middle to late 1800s. One of the range wars I've done research on is the Pleasant Valley War in Arizona. I know you were involved and hoped you would tell me about it"

"Not much to tell sonny. I was only "involved" as you say for about a week."

"But Mr. Lowell, you were actually there. As far as I can tell, you're the only living person who was involved in any of those wars and feuds. It would be exciting to hear the story first hand."

Clint didn't reply and stared off at the hills in the distance. Sam had the good sense not to push the old man. He knew from talking to people in New Braunfels that he'd have to go slow or Lowell would tell him "get the hell off my property".

After several minutes of silence, Clint came back from wherever he had been in his mind. He smiled at Sam and said, "This is God's own backyard boy. Clint swept his arm around at the rolling landscape. "Not good for raisin much sides cattle and kids but it suits me."

Sam really looked around at the countryside for the first time. Searching for the Lowell place he hadn't really paid attention to the scenery. He saw a country of rolling hills mostly cover in cedars and junipers with grassy valleys in between. From where he sat he could see a lake in the distance. Sam understood Clint's reference to it being God's backyard. It almost took your breath away.

"Yes sir, I can see what you mean. It's real pretty country," Sam said. It never hurts to compliment a man's home, he thought; although he was sincere in his appraisal of the area. "Will you talk with me, Mr. Lowell? I mean about the Pleasant Valley War."

Clint stared at the young man for several seconds. He can't be more than 25, maybe 30 Clint thought. Know he's educated cause he's a writer but he looks like a cowboy that got dressed up in his Sunday go to meetin clothes. I knowed many an Indian who would have thought his reddish blond hair would make a fine scalp. Boy's got spunk to come out and brace me.

"C'mon up and have a seat," Clint suggested. "Reckon I don't have anything else to do right now. Might as well spend it talkin with your son." Sam quickly stepped onto the porch and sat in the second rocking chair.

Reaching down beside his rocker, Clint picked up a bottle of Jack Daniels and two half pint Mason jars. "Care for a taste?" He asked Sam. "Gonna have a touch myself. Talkin makes me thirsty." Before Sam could answer, Clint poured three fingers of whiskey into a jar and handed it to him. He then filled the other Mason jar to almost overflowing.

"I don't normally drink this early in the day Mr. Lowell," Sam finally got out after taking a sip.

"You some kind of preacher or do-gooder boy? Clint took a big drink, sighed, and said, "Okay now I can start my tale." Settling back in his chair Clint rocked back and forth for a minute waiting for Sam to take a real drink. When he did, Clint started his story.

"I reckon it was gonna happen no matter what we did," the old man began. "I mean getting involved, as you said, in that damn feud. It was '86, I'd just turned 17 and...."

"Excuse me Sir," Sam interrupted. "Would you mind telling me about yourself before that time? You know sort of like a biography."

"Well...what do you want to know?"

"Where were you born... and when? How old are you?"

"I was born in 1869, that makes me er...What year is it sonny?"

"It's 1960 Mr. Lowell," Sam answered.

"Well that makes me, let's see...Damn I'm 91 years old," Clint said in a surprised voice. "Never thought I'd live this long." He paused for a bit, chuckled and added, "At times I didn't think I'd make it to 30."

"Mr. Lowell where were you born? The records from back then are a little sketchy."

"Sam, puttin a shirt and tie on a cow pony don't make him a Mister. Clint will do just fine. I was born on a hard scrapple little ranch just outside of Pleasant Valley, Arizona; I think they changed the name to Young sometime ago. My Ma was what is now called a single parent. My father left town when he found out she was going to have me. I thought my father had died until I was older and Ma told me the truth. I guess all those that called me a bastard later on were right." Clint laughed so hard he started coughing. After several seconds he caught his breath and continued.

"Jolly Rollins was a drifter who stopped at the ranch to water his horses on his way south. Never did find out where he was headed or where he came from. It didn't make much difference because once he met my Ma he never left. Did find out his given name was Jerrod but he hated to be called that. He and my Ma raised me; Jolly treated me like I was his own.

"My Ma and Jolly never got married. A piece of paper and some fancy words didn't matter to them. They loved each other somethin fierce." The old man got quiet for a bit.

"Don't really remember a lot about Ma, she died of the fever when I was ten. What I remember most was she always smelled of fresh baked bread and apple butter; and she always had the time to give me a hug and a kiss. After she passed it was just me and Jolly tryin to make a living on the damned ranch. His real name was Jerrod Rollins but everyone called him Jolly because he was always smilin, laughin, and playin jokes on you. He never laughed and seldom smiled after Ma passed; the joy went out of him.

Jolly almost went crazy from grief when Ma died. I was diggin her grave when he came back to himself. He hadn't been able to look at Ma and it was left up to me to get her ready to be buried." Clint got quiet and stared away at the hills. "Hell of a thing for a ten year old boy to have to do but I got it done."

He sort of shook himself and continued, "Jolly took over the diggin when I went to see to Ma. I wrapped her in one of the quilts she'd made and we put her in the ground. For two days Jolly sat on our front stoop and stared at her grave. I took care of the stock and fed myself. Finally Jolly stood and went to work."

Clint had been looking out over the valley below his home as he talked. He turned to Sam and said, "You know the Pleasant Valley area is about as pretty as a picture. It's just below the Mogollon Rim and has mountains, high country pastures and valleys with grasslands and lots of water. Our little ranch had one of the best springs in the area. It never went dry and had a good output of cool, clear, sweet water. It was called Sweet Water Spring because the water tasted so good.

Jolly never said what he'd done before he came to our ranch. But from the way he taught me how to handle a pistol I'd say he'd been a gunfighter. He showed me how to shoot accurately, and then he taught me to pick my target, draw, and shoot real quick like. By the time I was 17, I was a better than average hand with a pistol. Jolly also taught me how to shoot a rifle.

For the next seven years we did okay, gettin by and even put a little money aside. But sure as the world if we got to livin too good something would knock us right back down. We'd start to build our herd and some of the cattle would get killed by cougars, or wolfs or just plain disappear. Rustlers I expect. Our barn burned down twice; no reason that I could see but it did. But we hung on. We never went hungry and we had a nice cabin to shelter us. I guess I'd still be there to this day if that damn feud hadn't started."

"How did it start sir...err I mean Clint?"

"It was mostly bout property lines, water and grazin rights. At least that's what the two sides claimed. The cattle men just plain hated the sheep men. And the sheep herders didn't like the cattle men any better. There'd have been trouble anyway. The big he bull who backed the sheep men had been a cattle rancher hisself. And now those two families hated each other. If they hadn't fought bout cattle and sheep it would've been somethin else."

Clint took another drink. "Reckon you studied about other feuds and such haven't you Sam?" The younger man nodded. "Reckon you looked at the Earp's Vendetta Ride in '82."

"Yes sir, I mean Clint," Sam answered. "When Morgan Earp was killed in March of '82, Wyatt and his brother Warren went on what now is called 'The Earp Vendetta Ride' killing the men that had a hand in shooting Morgan. Doc Holiday, Turkey Creek Johnson, Sherman McMasters, and Texas Jack Vermillion made up the rest of their "posse".

"I heard the story while I was still in Pleasant Valley. Don't pay to mess with a man's family," Clint said. "Guess you read about the Lincoln County War over to New Mexico in '76; that's the one where Billy the Kid was involved."

"Yes sir." Young Sam just couldn't help addressing the older man as "sir". It was part of his upbringing.

Clint smiled and nodded his head. "You heard about the Sutton-Taylor feud down in Texas right after the Civil War too?" Sam nodded. Clint went on, "There have been a passel of others over the years but none were as bloody and costly as the Pleasant Valley War. The last cattleman was killed in Tempe, Arizona in 1902. He was killed by the last of the sheep men. That damn feud destroyed both families."

The old man got quiet again for almost a minute. "I wished they'd stayed fightin each other and left us alone."

Now it was Sam's turn to stare out over the hills and the valley in front of the house. "Would you tell me what happened Clint?"

"Jolly and me were bringing about a dozen cattle back to the pasture closest to our cabin and were jumped by three men. We fired back at them and ran them off. No one was shot so we never thought too much about it. Thought they were rustlers. But the next mornin the same three came back to our cabin."

"Pretty bold for rustlers," Sam commented.

Clint nodded. "Yep it would have been bold for rustlers. Jolly was sittin in front of the cabin repairing a saddle when they rode up. They said they worked for the big cattle rancher in the area and they were going to take over our spring. Not so much because they needed the water but to keep the sheep herders from using it, they said. Jolly told them 'over his dead body' and the three pulled their pistols."

He stopped, looking up as if trying to remember something. "Could've been the other way around. Coulda been the sheep men wanting to keep the cattle ranchers from using our spring. It was a lot years ago and I don't rightly remember. Don't make no difference, the result was the same."

"Where were you Clint?"

"I'd been out hunting that morning and came up behind them as they pulled their guns. One of the cowboys saw me and said something to the ramrod. I don't think they expected me and as they turned to look at me, Jolly pulled his own pistol. They yelled and started shootin at him. I fired my scattergun at one of them but didn't kill him; he rode off holdin his shoulder and leaning forward in his saddle. Found his body about a mile toward town the next day; buried him on the spot. Jolly kilt the other two but he was hit during the fight." Clint stopped talking, remembering back to the day that changed his life.

"I ran to see how bad hurt Jolly was," Clint continued. "He'd been hit in his shoulder and his leg. But the one that kilt him was in his stomach. Jolly said he was gut shot and wouldn't make it until morning. He told me to drag the dead men away from the cabin. Said he didn't want his last view of the ranch to be those two bastards laying there."

"Couldn't you get a doctor for him?" Sam asked.

"I was going to but Jolly said a doc couldn't do anything for a gut shot man. He asked me to dig his grave next to Ma's after I'd drug the bodies away."

"And you were 17 at the time," Sam offered. "Hell of a thing for a teenager to have to do."

"Never thought about it that way," Clint replied. "It was just something that had to be done." After a few seconds the old man said, "Anyway I sat with Jolly until he died. He'd told me where he kept the money and told me I'd probably have to leave. Can't stand up to both sides by yourself he said. He died late that evenin."

"What about the law? Couldn't the Sheriff or Marshal protect you?"

"Nope. The Sheriff was with the cattlemen and the Marshal was on the sheep men's side. Either way I wasn't gonna get any help from the law."

"What did you do?"

"The Sheriff and two men came out to the cabin the next morning lookin for me. I hid my horses in a holler and hunkered down in a cave in the hill behind the cabin. They looked around, saw the new grave and rode off. Later that morning the Marshal and two deputies came lookin for me. That's when I decided to light out; I couldn't stand up to both sides."

Sam was torn. He needed to get back to town and call his editor to let him know he'd found Clint and was talking to him, but he didn't want to leave. Right now the old man was in a talkative mood but he might not be tomorrow. Finally he had to make a decision.

"Sir, I have to go call my boss and let him know I met you. May I come back tomorrow and talk with you some more?"

Clint stared at the young man for a minute or so. He liked this youngster. The boy was polite, had a bit of Texas twang in his voice and seemed to really have a feel for his work. "Where you from boy?"

"I live in Los Angeles right now but I was born not too far from here in Tarpley."

"How'd a Texan like you end up in Los Angeles?"

"I went to the University of Texas and got a degree in journalism. That's how I ended up working for National Geographic." Sam smiled and added, "I had a job offer from a couple of newspapers but I would have been sitting at a desk most of the time. This job lets me spend more time outside."

"Tell you what Texas Longhorn," Clint said with a smile. "Use my phone to call your boss and I'll provide lunch for you and we can talk some more. Suit you?"

"Yes sir, Sam replied.

After he finished his phone call, the youngster joined Clint in the kitchen. There was a steaming pot of beef stew and fresh baked biscuits sitting on the table.

"Hope you like beef stew son," Clint said as he ladled the stew into two big bowls. "Sit down and dig in."

After eating Sam helped clean up and Clint led him back to the rocking chairs on the front porch. "No need to waste a pretty day sittin inside," he said.

Back in his rocker he poured whiskey into the Mason jars and handed Sam his. "Now where was I? Oh yeah."

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"I left our ranch with two good horses and Jolly's guns," Clint continued his story. There was a Remington 1875 .44-40 caliber handgun and a Winchester repeating rifle in the same caliber. Those items and five Double Eagle $20 gold pieces were all I had to show for our ranch. More than I could expect ifin I stayed around."

A smile came across Clint's face. "I rode southeast for nine or ten days and the first place I lit was Deming, New Mexico. It was a railroad town, a little rough around the edges that had ideas of becoming a big city. Dangerous Dan Tucker was the Deputy Marshal for that region and kept the peace in Deming."

"I've read about Marshal Tucker," Sam said. "Some say he was the most underrated pistolero of the Old West."

"Don't know about that. But he sure didn't put up with any foolishness in Deming. Anyway I tied up at the rail in front of the general store and saw a woman being pushed around by a short, pudgy man. He was yelling that she'd cheated him and she was yelling right back at him. The man hauled off and backhanded the woman knocking her off her feet."

Clint paused and asked, "Why do men do that? I mean hit a woman, way I was raised you just didn't do that." Taking another drink Clint continued. "I couldn't abide a man beatin on a woman so I stepped over to him, tapped him on the shoulder and when he turned around I backhanded him. Hurts don't I said as he looked up at me from his back. He started to reach for his gun. I pulled my pistol and told him to go ahead if he wanted to meet his maker."

"That's about enough boys," Marshal Tucker told us. "Don't want no gunplay on Main Street you know."

"I put my gun back in my holster. Didn't want no trouble with Dangerous Dan Tucker. No siree."

"Bob you head on home before you get into trouble. If you had been at home with your wife you wouldn't have to worry about a lady cheating you," Marshal Tucker ordered the man on the ground. Bob got to his feet and quickly walked away

"You alright Miss Lorena?" The Marshal asked turning to help the woman to her feet and helped gather her packages.

"Am now, thanks to this young gentleman. Bob was about to get real nasty."

"What are you doing in my town?" The Marshal asked me.

"Just passin through. Thought I pick up some supplies, camp outside of town, and be on my way in the morning."

"Not staying in town tonight?" Miss Lorena asked.

I hemmed and hawed and admitted I didn't want to spend the money for a hotel room or boarding house. "I don't mind sleeping on the ground, been doing it for ten days or so."

"Well Mister...." Miss Lorena started.

"Sorry I'm Clint Lowell ma'am," I replied tipping my hat.

"Well Mr. Lowell, I'm Lorena Dunston. I run a fancy house and would be pleased to offer you a room, lunch, and supper if you've a mind to. It's the least I can do for your help."

"A fancy house ma'am?" I asked. I was a young boy who'd never been to a big town before and didn't know what Miss Lorena was talking about.

"A bawdy house," she answered. Seeing that I still didn't understand she smiled and added, "A bordello Mr. Lowell."

I was still confused and the Marshal whispered in my ear, "A whore house son."




Desperado



"Oh," I said getting red in the face.

I studied her for several seconds. Lorena Dunston was a fine looking woman. I couldn't tell by the way she dressed that she was the Madame of a bordello; that's a term I learned later. She looked like a well dressed schoolmarm or a banker's wife or something. I figured Miss Lorena was 35 to 40, about the same age as my Ma would have been. I found out later she was closer to 50 than to 40. She was tall for a woman, with long black hair and big brown eyes. Like I said she was dressed like a lady but she sure filled out her dress in all the right places.

Miss Lorena saw that I finally understood what type of house she owned, she told me, "Understand Mr. Lowell, all I'm offering is a clean room to sleep in and a couple of meals."

"Yes em. Thank you, I accept. Don't mind sleepin on the ground but I'm gettin right tired of trail food."

I tied the lead rope of my pack horse to my saddle horn and leading my saddle bronc I walked with Miss Lorena to her "fancy" house. She handed me the packages she'd carried out of the mercantile with as if I were a gentleman escorting her home. In a way I guess I was.

On the way to her house Miss Lorena talked about her business and her girls. She wasn't embarrassed or apologetic about how she made a living. "I provide a service for the railroad men, travelers, and some of the locals. They can come and have a little fun with a nice girl in my house and they know they won't be beaten or robbed. In return I'm well paid for providing that service."

Some of the ladies of the house were in the kitchen when Miss Lorena and I came in. The three young ladies sitting at the table sort of perked up when I walked into the room.

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Clint stopped his story to refill his Mason jar and offered Sam the bottle. Sam didn't really want another drink but poured some whiskey into his own jar. The old man nodded his approval.

"Those 'soiled doves' as they were called were very interested in me. I was younger than most of their clients, clean cut, and I wasn't bad looking either." Clint laughed until he had another coughing fit. "You have to understand Sam that I wasn't always the beat up, broken down, old cowboy that I am now."

Sam nodded and Clint said, "I was just over 6 foot, tall for a man at that time. I had a full head of wavy brown hair and I hadn't grown this yet." Clint stopped, stroking his full bushy mustache. "Anyway the ladies seemed real interested in me."   ********************

"Howdy," one of the ladies said as she walked toward me. She had on a peignoir, another term I learned later, and not much else. The other two was dressed about the same way. Not to be outdone they came toward me too.

"I'm May Bell," the first girl said. She took my hand as if to shake it but pulled it to her chest. "And who are you?"

"Back off girls," Miss Lorena said. She could've kept quiet as far as I was concerned. I was enjoying my hand on the girl's bosom. "This is Mr. Lowell and he's just here for a couple of meals and a place to sleep for tonight. He's not a customer. Understand?"

The girls nodded and went back to the table. Miss Lorena explained how we had met and her offer to put me up for the night. I thought the girls seemed to be disappointed. Don't know if it was because I wasn't going to spend any money or if it was because they wanted a tumble with a younger man.

Miss Lorena's cook, a big bosomed black woman named Josie, fixed lunch for me. As I ate I looked around the kitchen, mostly to keep from staring at the pretty women sitting at the table. I had noticed that the house had at one time been really something but it needed some work. There were a couple of the kitchen cabinet doors hung open, the back screen door drooped, and the water pump at the sink shifted back and forth as you tried to pump water.

"After you've finished eating, you can put your horses in the barn," Miss Lorena told me. "There's your room," she said pointing to a door down a hall leading from the kitchen. "I've got some book work to do and I'll see you later. If you need anything ask Josie."

"Yes ma'am." It was the best lunch I'd had in a long time. In fact it was the first lunch I'd had since I left Pleasant Valley. Normally on the trail I only ate two meals a day.

"Miss Josie, that was a right fine meal. Thank you," I said. When she turned toward me I asked, "Are there any tools and such around here? Thought I might try fixin those cabinets and the screen door. No need to sit around doing nothing and it's too early for sleepin."

"There's a box with saws and such in the barn Mr. Lowell," she replied laughin at him for calling her Miss Josie.

"Thank Ye." I took my horses to the barn, watered and fed them, and turned them into a couple of stalls. Picking up the tool box I went back to the house and worked on the things I'd mentioned. I fixed a few other things before Josie rang the supper bell.

It was early evening, about 4. The girls need to eat early so they'd be available for clients later on. Miss Lorena invited me into the dining room and pointed to a chair next to her. There were six girls already seated at the table. This time they were dressed for the evening in dresses with short skirts and low necklines. The skimpy dresses were their working clothes. That was something else I learned later.

After supper, Miss Lorena invited me to join them in the parlor where the girls would sit around waiting for clients. She had hired a piano player to entertain guests while they waited for their chosen lady. A well stocked bar was also available.   Handing Clint a glass half filled with whiskey, Miss Lorena sat next to him. "Understand you did a lot of repair work on the house today. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Wasn't much but I don't like just sitting around waiting for bedtime. Thought I'd make myself useful while I'm here."

"That's something I'd like to talk to you about Mr. Lowell." Miss Lorena took a sip of her wine and looked at Clint for several seconds. "I'd like to offer you a job Mr. Lowell."

Clint was surprised. "I don't know nothing about this type of business ma'am. Don't know of what use I could be."

"I know about my business Mr. Lowell. That's all that's needed. I want you to be a sort of maintenance man. You can fix things that need fixing, like you fixed the pump in the kitchen. Anything you can't do, you can hire someone to do. Basically you'd be the house manager."

Thinking about staying in one place instead of roving around appealed to Clint. "I reckon I could do that ma'am."

"In addition, I'd want you to sit here in the parlor during our busy times. We don't have much trouble here, I won't allow it. But once in a while a client will act up. He might not like having to wait for the girl of his choice, or he might have too much to drink or he might refuse to pay for the services. If that happens I expect you to handle the man and resolve the situation."

"Reckon I can handle that too," he replied.

"I will pay you $70 a month. You can sleep in the room you'll be using tonight and I'll provide your meals. Will that satisfactory Mr. Lowell?"

Clint was surprised at the wages mentioned. Except for the money Jolly had put aside, $70 was more cash money than he seen in five years. "Miss Dunston, you just hired yourself a hand."

"Miss Lorena will do fine Mr. Lowell. I'm glad you accepted my offer. You can start work this evening." She looked him over for a minute and said, "Go to the barber, have your hair cut and take a bath. Then go to the general mercantile and get some better clothes. If you're going to sit in the parlor you must look respectable. Here's $5 for the barber and tell Mr. Mitchell at the store to put the clothes on my account. I'll expect you back in the parlor in two hours Mr. Lowell, if you please."

"Yes ma'am," Clint said. He went to the barn, got his horse and rode into town. Sure don't want to keep Miss Lorena waiting, he thought.

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Sam couldn't help but smile at the happy look on Clint's face as he told his story. "That job must have been a wonderful thing for a young boy from the back country," he observed.

"It was one of the best parts of my life, let me tell you," Clint replied with a grin. Still grinning he continued, "About a month after I took the job the girls found out I'd never been with a woman. I sure didn't tell them but they found out. Every one of those six ladies decided she was just the one to teach me the ways of the world."

Clint seemed pleased at the memory. "There was hardly a night that I didn't have company in my bed. I slept alone sometimes when a cattle drive came through town or on a really busy night but that didn't happen very often."

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"I'd been at the "house" for about two months" Clint said continuing his story. Before Miss Lorena mentioned what the girls and me was doing. One morning she came out to the barn where I was muckin out horse stalls. She stood and watched me for a couple of minutes.

When I saw her I stopped working. "Somethin I can do for you Miss Lorena?"

"I understand my girls have been adding to your education Mr. Lowell," she answered.

"Huh?" I asked.

She smiled and said, "One or the other of the girls have been warming your bed most evenings."

I got all red faced and finally stammered, "Yes em. I didn't know it was a problem."

"No problem Mr. Lowell. What the girls do on their own time is up to them." Miss Lorena paused for a few seconds and then said, "I know a young man's first time can be, let's say emotional, but I warn you don't get too fond of any one of the ladies."

"I don't understand ma'am."

"Don't fall in love with one of my ladies," she explained. "They're working girls and it's their job, and most times they're pleased, to make a man feel special and loved. But don't get caught up with that. You'll just end up hurt and angry."

It was sort of strange that she would say something to me, or maybe she knew but I'd started to get feelings for one of the ladies. Molly Dawson was her name. At 19 she was the youngest of the girls and I spent more time with her than any of the others. She was about 5' 4 and slender with red hair and bright green eyes. She had freckles across her nose and in other interesting places.

Miss Lorena's warning came too late. I was already half way in love with Molly. Don't know where it would have gone because about three weeks after Miss Lorena talked to me Molly left. Seems one of her regulars, a cowboy from a local ranch, was movin to California and asked Molly to marry him and go with him. She packed her things, kissed me goodbye and left without a how do you do.

I guess I was heart broke. Miss Lorena spent extra time talkin with me and spent one night in my room. I quickly got over Molly. I lived in that house for goin on four years and that was the only time she came to my room. The rest of the ladies did their part to see that I didn't feel too bad about Molly leavin. It wasn't any time at all before I hardly remembered Molly.

Miss Lorena was never anything but Miss Lorena to me; even after she comforted me about Molly. I called all the ladies by their given names but she was always Miss Lorena. I was always Mr. Lowell to her.

We never had much trouble with the clients but when we did it came in spades. The pudgy man who hit Miss Lorena the day I met her was one. Sometimes we'd get a cowboy or travelin salesman or a railroad man who would get a little rowdy but not often.

One fall evening the ladies were very busy. We had a cattle drive passing through, the railroad had ten or so men at the hotel in town, and four of our town regulars was in our parlor. A grizzled cowboy started arguing with one of the railroaders about who was next with one of the girls.

The cowboy pulled his pistol. "By God we'll just see who goes next," he yelled in drunken anger.

"Put it away Mister," I said standing with my hand on my gun butt. He turned and raised his pistol toward me. I drew and fired real fast, just like Jolly had taught me. Lucky for the cowboy I was able to pick my target and hit him in the shoulder. Marshal Tucker never came by the house to investigate.

It wasn't the only time I had to use my gun but it didn't happen very often. Mostly I could persuade the angry men to go outside; sometimes I had to teach them some manners.

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"Sam I lived in that house with Miss Lorena and the ladies for four years," Clint told the young reporter. "It wasn't always the same ladies you know. They came and went as the wind blew them."

"Did all of the ladies want to help out a young man," Sam asked with a smile.

"Pretty much. I think in four years there was only four or five of the ladies who didn't cotton to educating me." Clint grinned and added, "Not a bad average son, not a bad average at all. I guess I'd stayed forever but..."

The old man stopped and poured himself another drink. "One morning Miss Lorena didn't come down to breakfast. Miss Josie sent one of the ladies up to get her. We heard a scream and rushed upstairs. Miss Lorena was sorta propped up on her pillows. She looked real peaceful like but she'd passed away in her sleep."

The older man looked out over the valley for a few minutes. Sam waited for him to continue. It was several minutes before Clint went on with his story.

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"We buried Miss Lorena two days later. You'd a been surprised at all the people who came to the burial service. Not many women, besides our ladies, but several important men from town. There was even a representative from the railroad." Clint smiled. "Reckon she cast a large shadow." Then he frowned.

"Two days after we put Miss Lorena to rest, Marshal Tucker led a man to the house. He was pompous looking, sorta fat, with a serious face and wore a collared shirt and tie."

"Howdy Clint, ladies," Marshal Tucker greeted me and tipped his hat to the girls sitting on the porch. "This here is Joe Dunston."

"That's Joseph Dunston if you please Marshal," the dude said.

"Miss Lorena's son," the Marshal added.

I heard the ladies gasp behind me and I was durn near polaxed myself. Miss Lorena had never talked about any kin, much less a son.

"Well howdy Joseph. It's nice to meet you," I said walking down the steps and stickin out my hand. "Your Ma didn't tell us about you."

Dunston ignored my hand. "Now that I've seen the property I've decided to sell it. I have a good offer from the railroad; I believe I'll accept it."

"But what about the ladies Joseph?" I asked. "Where will they go?" I hated to leave but I'd been on the move when I came to Deming; I could be on the move again.

"It's Mr. Dunston young man and I couldn't care less about these...these...whores," he said with contempt.

That's when I knocked him down. "You son of a bitch," I yelled at him.

Marshal Tucker grabbed me and pulled me away from Dunston. "Settle down Clint." Then he smiled and said real low, "That's what they are after all."

"Maybe so but that don't give the horse's ass the right to talk to them like that," I replied.

"Marshal arrest that man. He attacked me and you're a witness," Dunston ordered.

"Mr. Dunston, I decide who gets arrested around here. And all I saw was you tripping over your own feet." Turning back to me the Marshal said, "Reckon y'all better get ready to move on. C'mon Mr. Dunston, you've done about all the damage you can do here. Ladies," he said tipping his hat again.

The Marshal said Miss Lorena had left instructions with him two months ago for him to contact Joseph if anything happened to her. "I'm sorry as hell to have to do this but y'all have to get out by the end of the week." He looked each of us in the eye and added, "I don't have a choice; Dunston got the judge to issue an eviction notice."

That gave us five days to figure out where to go. Four of the ladies took the stage west to find a new town to work in. One of them went back east, to a home she'd left several years ago. Lilly said that with her savings and the donation by Joseph that she had saved enough to open a millinery shop and get out of the whore business.

Me? I saddled my horse, packed the panniers on my pack horse and rode southeast again. I thought I'd give Texas a try.

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This time it was Sam that poured more whiskey into the Mason jars. Clint smiled as the boy handed him the half full jar.

"What donation by Dunston and why'd you pick Texas?" Sam asked. "I mean you knew more about the New Mexico area."

Clint had a big grin on his face that showed in his eyes too. "Reckon I can tell you. The, what do ya call it, oh yeah; the statute of limitations has run out. Joseph swore out an arrest warrant on me so I thought I'd better leave Marshal Tucker's jurisdiction."

"A warrant? On what grounds?" Sam asked.

"Miss Lorena never trusted banks much. She kept most of her money in a strong box. One of my jobs was to guard that box; I kept it under my bed. Joseph knew about his Ma's distrust of banks but it seems that when he took over the house after we left that strong box was lighter. I mean the box was still there, sitting open on the kitchen table, but the money was gone."

"How much money and what happened to it?" Sam was grinning too as he asked the question.

"Well...Let's just say that the ladies, Miss Josie and the house manager had a stake when they left. As I remember it worked out to about six hundred dollars each."

Clint chuckled and added, "Mostly in gold Double Eagle's it was. I thought it best to leave Deming and Luna County, New Mexico."

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A little over a year later I rode into Pecos, Texas. Pecos was a railroad town on the Texas & Pacific line. A lot of cattle drives ended up at the railhead. I hadn't been anyplace special, just drifted around for a spell. Between the money I'd earned at Miss Lorena's and my share of what was in that strong box, I was pretty well set and didn't have to work.

I stopped in Pecos for one night, figured I owed myself a soft bed, a good meal, and a visit to a saloon. The visit to the saloon was a bit longer than I intended. There was a few dance hall girls in the place and they reminded me of the ladies at Miss Lorena's.

The next day I didn't get on my way until mid morning. It was late afternoon when I realized I'd forgot to fill all three of my canteens. Guess the poundin headache I had when I woke up kept me from thinking straight. I saw a cabin and a barn not far off the trail and rode to it.

Riding up to a well in front of the house I sat on my horse until a man came out. "Be obliged if I could fill my canteens Mister," I said.

The man stared at me for almost a minute before he answered. "It can be a fer piece between water holes. Step down and drink your fill, then fill your canteens. I'm Zebadiah Thomas."

"Clint Lowell, Mr. Thomas," I replied as I dismounted.

We talked as I filled my canteens and watered my horse. I found out that he was having problems with the cattlemen cutting his fences as they drove their herds toward Pecos.

"If I didn't have to fix fences all the time we might make a better go of it. It's good land for growin things but every time a herd comes though the cattle stomp my crops in the ground. I don't understand why they can't stick to the trail out there. Don't have time to do all that needs doin." Thomas stopped and gave me a small smile. "Sorry when I get started I sometimes don't know when to stop. Where you headed Mr. Lowell?"

"Clint is good. Don't rightly know where I'm goin. I was run off my ranch up to Pleasant Valley Arizona four years ago and been driftin ever since. Cattlemen run me off but ifin they hadn't the sheep men would have. They both wanted my water hole."

"If you've a mind I can put you to work for a while," Zeb told me. I'll pay you $30 a month and found." Looking at my low slung pistol belt he added, "I'm hiring a farm hand not a gunfighter, understand?"




Desperado



"I'd like the job Zeb. Like to stay put for a bit. But just so you understand, if the cowboys push me I'll push back."

Zeb offered his hand. "Reckon we can work together. Come over to the house and get washed up for supper. You can sleep in the barn."

He introduced his wife Lisa to me. "Sit down Mr. Lowell, supper is ready."

For the next two weeks I worked my tail off. Zeb hadn't been joking there was too much work for one man. The first thing I learned was how to mend barb wire fences. The rest of the work was pretty much what I'd done on our ranch.

One morning just after breakfast, Zeb stepped outside, stopped, and stared toward the south.

"What wrong Zeb?" I asked.

"Hear that? He asked pointing to the south with his chin. I listened and nodded. "It's a herd headin for Pecos. Sounds like they're comin right for us"

I went to the barn and saddled my horse. Strapping on my gun belt and putting my rifle in the saddle scabbard I mounted.

"Leavin are you?" Zeb asked.

"No sir. I'll go say hello and ask them to drive the cattle around your place," I answered with a grim smile. I put the spurs to my horse and rode to the farm's boundary fence.

I stopped my horse, pulled my rifle and rested the butt on my hip. Two scouts from the herd rode closer. "Howdy," I said. "Reckon y'all better go back and tell them drovers to change their direction."

"What'da mean Mister?" The biggest of the two asked.

"You're not drivin that herd across this farm."

The men looked at me for almost a minute then turned their horses and rode back to the herd. I lit a cigar and waited. Shortly the two scouts and an older man rode back.

"I'm Jeff Langer, this is my herd. What do you mean I'm not going to cross this land? This is open range."

"Not anymore Mr. Langer. Zeb Thomas has settled this farm all legal like. You'll have to find another way to Pecos."

"And where do you suggest I take my herd youngster?"

"Take em East or take em West or take em to Hell, I don't care. But you're not drivin across this farm."

"And you're gonna stop us, all by yourself," Langer said smiling. "Son, there's three of us here and another dozen back with the herd. Think you can stop all of us?"

"No sir, but if trouble starts I'll shoot you first. At this range I can't miss and would probably kill you," I replied staring him in the eye. "After that it won't make much difference to either one of us. Turn your cattle Mr. Langer."

The man on Langer's right said, "Aw Hell" and pulled his pistol. I dropped the barrel of my rifle and shot him out of his saddle. Like Jolly had taught me I'd picked my target. The man slowly sat up on the ground, holding his shoulder.

"Take your man and go Mr. Langer before someone gets killed," I ordered.

I stayed at the property line for another hour until I could see the herd passing to the west of Zeb's farm.

"Heard shootin," Zeb said when I returned to the farm house.

"Had to shoot a man to make em understand that they weren't gonna cross your land."

I stayed with the Zeb and Lisa until early fall. The last herd of the season had come and gone. I'd had another discussion or two with cattlemen but hadn't had to shoot anyone else. The word got passed to bypass the Thomas farm.

"Time for me to move on Zeb," I told him one evening after supper. "Been here long enough."

"You could stay Clint. I'd make you a partner if you did," Zeb offered.

"Obliged but I'm not a farmer and sittin in one place too long makes me edgy. I'll be movin on in the mornin."

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"How old were you Clint?" Sam asked. He was writing in a notebook as Clint told his story.

"Reckon I was 23 or there about," he replied. "But as they say I was old beyond my years."

"Where'd you go after the Thomas farm? You stay in Texas?"

"Yep. Thought about going back to Arizona but figured I'd end up killing someone or being killed. Them killing Jolly and forcin me off the ranch still didn't set well with me. Decided I'd better stay in Texas."

"That's it? You decided you'd stay in Texas. That's not the whole story though is it?" Sam encouraged Clint to continue.

"No I guess not. I left the Thomas place and rode north by northeast for four or five days until I got to Odessa. Weren't in a hurry to get nowhere, you understand, so I didn't push hard and rode easy every day. Stayed there for a couple of months and then drifted on again. I rode south to...."

"Wait a minute Clint. What happened while you were in Odessa?" Sam asked. "I've done some research and I know you ended up owning some land there. How'd that come about?"

"Nosy little cuss aren't you?" Clint said grinning at the young writer.

"Reckon you could say that," Sam replied stressing his Texas twang. "What happened?"

Clint chuckled at the boy's put on accent. "Well, you see...."

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I rode into Odessa and treated myself to the three things I usually did when I came onto a town; a soft bed, a good meal or two, and a visit to a saloon. Wasn't a big drinker but I did enjoy my whiskey after days or weeks on the trail. Stayed in Odessa for three or four days and decided it was time to move on.

My money situation was still good; I still had most of the $600 that Joseph Dunston had contributed to my travelin fund and there was close to $2000 saved from my job with Miss Lorena. There was no need of me lookin for work just yet so I'd decided to roam around until I found somewheres I wanted to lite.

I was putting the supplies I'd bought at the general mercantile in my pack saddle when I saw a face I knowed. Walking down the wooden sidewalk was Miss Lilly, one of Miss Lorena's ladies. She was the one that headed back to her home. Guess she didn't make it.

Miss Lilly looked up as she passed me and stopped. She got a big smile on her face. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again. How are you Clint?"

"Just fine Miss Lilly. Thought you were going back east."

She stepped closer and replied, "I did go home but my folks didn't want me there. You know cause of what I'd been and so came back west."

"I'm sorry as hell it didn't work out for you Miss Lilly."

"I'm not. Coming to Odessa was the best thing that I could've done." Miss Lilly was all smiles. "I started that millinery shop like I wanted and I met my husband."

"That's just fine Miss Lilly, I'm happy for you." I thought for several seconds. "Don't reckon it'd be a good idea for me to meet him," I said with a grin.

Miss Lilly didn't return my grin. "He was killed last month."

"Sorry Miss Lilly. How'd it happen?"

She explained to me that her husband, Rafe James, had supposedly put the ranch up to cover a bet in a poker game. He lost. Rafe claimed his coffee had been spiked and said he hadn't put the ranch into the poker pot.

Royce Littleton was the man who won the poker game. He had witnesses that said Rafe called the bet and used the ranch as his stake. Littleton told Rafe and Miss Lilly that he'd give them one month to come up with the money. If they didn't he'd take over the ranch. Rafe had gone to the County Sheriff two days later, demanding an investigation.

"They found his body about two miles from our place," Miss Lilly said. "They said he was drunk, fell off his horse and broke his neck." She looked up at me. "Clint, Rafe didn't drink, he couldn't. One taste of alcohol made him deathly sick. And Rafe never fell off a horse in his life." Her eyes were hard and intense as she went on, "Littleton or his men killed Rafe as sure as I'm standing here and there ain't a thing I can do about it"

"How much do you owe?" I asked. Miss Lilly had been good to me and I thought maybe I could help her.

"Two thousand dollars and it might as well be the moon," she answered. "I can't get hold of that kind of money."

"Where do I find this Royce Littleton? Maybe he'll feel sorry for a widow woman and give you more time," I suggested. "Or maybe I can pay your loan for you."

"He'd have to give me a couple of years. I can't work the ranch and with what I make from the shop it'd take two years or more to pay him back. And I can't ask you for the money. Sides where would you get that much?"

"Never you mind Miss Lilly. You took good care of me and taught me a lot at Miss Lorena's. At least I can talk to Littleton. Where can I find him?" When she hesitated I added, "Don't look like you've got much choice."

"If you're gonna talk money, you need to see his lawyer, Justin Tyler. He's got an office over the bank down on the corner yonder."

"Y'all go on back to your shop," I told her. "I'll go talk to this Tyler and see what can be done. Meet you in an hour or so."

I rode to the bank, put my saddle bags over my shoulder, and climbed the outside staircase to Justin Tyler's office. Knocking on the door I went in. There was a big man, big as in fat, sitting behind the desk. This man sure ain't missed many meals, I thought. He looked to be about 50 and had a double chin and fat pudgy fingers.

"Mr. Tyler?" I asked and he nodded. "I'm a friend of Mrs. Lilly James. Like to talk to you about her debt, if I might."

"Not much to talk about young man," Tyler said. "Mrs. James owes my client Mr. Littleton $2000, due next week it is."

"Well I was wondering if I could pay her debt and get some kind of receipt saying she'd paid in full."

Tyler sat up straighter in his chair. "As long it's paid I can give you a receipt and a letter saying the debt has been paid."

"That'd make sure her ranch was free and clear again?" I asked. Tyler nodded. I sat the saddle bags on a chair and reached inside. Taking a leather pouch out I counted $2000 in bank notes and Double Eagle gold coins. "Sure makes my saddle bags a lot lighter," I said smiling.

Tyler had a strange look on his face. I think it was greed and pleasure looking at all those Double Eagles.

"Could I have that receipt and letter now Mr. Tyler?"

He shook himself. "Of course young man." He wrote a receipt for the $2000 and a letter stating Miss Lilly's debt had been paid in full.

"Thank you sir. I'll see that Mrs. James gets this right away." I left his office and rode over to Miss Lilly's shop. "Here you are Miss Lilly," I said handing her the receipt and the letter. "Your debts been paid in full and your ranch is safe."   She thanked me and asked me to stay for a few days. I claimed I needed to get on the trail and left her. I made camp outside of town, changed into dark clothes and rode back to town in the late afternoon. Sitting on my horse near the bank I waited until it closed. After everyone had left I quietly climbed the stairs to Tyler's office again. Just before I stepped inside, I tied a bandana over the lower part of my face. It wasn't much of a disguise but I was hoping Tyler would pay more attention to my .44 pointed at his head than he did to me.

Tyler was still behind his desk. He looked up and stared at the barrel of my pistol. I walked over to the floor safe by his desk.

"Open the safe," I ordered deepening my voice. He stood, worked the combination, and pulled the small door out of the way. "Put the money on the desk." Tyler dug into the safe and piled several thousand dollars on the desk. "Whose money is it and how much is there?"

"Ten thousand," Tyler replied. "All but $200 belongs to Royce Littleton."

"Count out five thousand and hand it to me." He handed me the money and sat back down. "Tell you what Tyler, you tell Littleton you was robbed. I'll take this," I said holding up half the money, "and you keep the other half for yourself."

As I talked I tied Tyler's hands behind him and tied him to his chair. "Give me 4 or 5 hours before you report the robbery and keep five thousand for yourself. No one will know except me and I'll be long gone. If you report it sooner and I get caught so will you."

He nodded. I stepped closer and hit him with my fist over his eye. He yelped in pain.

"That'll leave quite a mark and make it look like you put up a fight," I told him. "Be smart and keep the money Mr. Tyler." I left a lot more quickly than I'd come. Riding out to my camp I picked up my pack horse and rode southeast toward San Antonio.

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"I learned later that Miss Lilly had the deed redone givin me half interest in the ranch," Clint said to Sam with a big grin. "Once I got settled she sent me my share of the profits every year. After she died, I sold the place to a youngster from back east who wanted to be a real Wild West rancher." The old man looked inside himself for a minute and then smiled. "Miss Lilly was quite a woman, she was."

Sam laughed until he had tears in his eyes. "You were a desperado weren't you Clint?"

"A desperado? Don't know about that. I never took nothin from nobody who didn't deserve it. I never shot nobody who didn't have it comin." Clint smiled and said, "The law might not of seen it that way though." He was quiet remembering back to what Sam called his 'desperado' days.

"How long were you in San Antonio?" Sam asked hoping to keep the older man talking.

"Took me a while to get there. I made a few stops along the way," Clint said. "Helped some cattlemen in Fort Stockton chase down some rustlers and stayed on for a spell."

"Chase down some rustlers? I thought you didn't like cattlemen."

"Particular cattlemen I don't. These weren't none of them." Clint grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "Anyways the pay was real good."

"You caught the rustlers for money? You were a bounty hunter like Tom Horn up in Wyoming," Sam said surprised at Clint's actions.

"Not like Horn. I never killed no one; just brought them or the cattle back." Clint paused for several seconds and quietly added, "Course the cattlemen hung em when I brought em back."

"How long a spell?"

"Huh?"

"How long were you at Fort Stockton?"

"A year, maybe a little longer. Then I stopped for several days in Sonora exploring those caves and caverns near town. All in all I guess it took me about a year and a half to make it to San Antonio," Clint explained.

"You sure didn't keep any kind of schedule did you?" Sam asked with a grin.

"No need. Didn't have any place I had to be. But I rode into trouble in San Antonio; I just didn't know it for a few days."

"What kind of trouble?"

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I got a room at a boarding house. I'd spent a lot of time trackin rustlers and such and figured I deserved to pamper myself a little. You know my old stand bys; a soft bed, good meals, and a couple of visits to a saloon. Was the third night at the saloon that trouble jumped up.

Knocking back my first whiskey of the evening I looked around the saloon. Sitting at a poker table was a man I never thought I'd see again. It'd been four or five years since I'd last laid eyes on him but Marshal Harland from Pleasant Valley was sittin in on the game.

Turning my back to the Marshal I thought, maybe I'll leave San Antonio sooner than I'd planned. Didn't know the situation back in Pleasant Valley but I did know that the Marshal and his deputies had been lookin for me back there. I didn't want him to find me here. If he tried to take me back or arrest me I'd have to kill him. I wasn't goin back to Arizona so the cattlemen or the sheep men could hang me on some trumped up charge.

I walked to the swinging doors to leave when I heard a loud voice say, "Clint Lowell. There's a reward poster out on you."

Slowly I turned; Harland was standing with his hand on his gun butt. "Hello Marshal Harland," I said. "What are y'all doin in Texas?"

"Ain't a Marshal no more. But it's still Mr. Harland to you boy."

"How can you arrest me if you're not the law?"

"Maybe I ain't the law but I can still collect the reward for bringin you in. Drop your gun boy and put up your hands," Harland ordered. Another man at the table stood to back Harland's play.

"Don't reckon I will Harland. I'm not gonna let you take me back." I stared at him and the other man for a few seconds.

Harland started to pull his pistol and his partner reached for his own weapon at the same time. Jolly had taught me well. Before he could clear leather, I shot Harland in the chest and quickly put a round into his partner. Both men fell to the floor. Not seeing any others with Harland, I turned and walked out of the saloon. Reckon my stay in San Antonio is about over.

I went to the boarding house, got my gear, went to the stable to get my horses and rode out of town at a fast lope. Maybe the witnesses in the saloon would say Harland drew first and maybe they wouldn't. Either way the fact that I was a wanted man with a price on my head didn't make me feel real easy stayin in San Antonio.

Late afternoon of the second day I rode into New Braunfels. It was a farming and ranching area with a lot of German settlers. Maybe I should just hunker down for a spell, I thought. I'd been there for ten days or so when the bartender at my favorite saloon, it was the only saloon in town, asked what I worked at. Looks like I need to get a job to keep people from wondering who I was, I thought.

"Looking for work," I told him. "My stake has about run out and I've laid around long enough. Got any idea who might need some help. I can run cattle or horses, know a bit about ranchin and can even mend fences." My stake was in real good shape but I thought it never hurt to work when I could. Who knows when the money would run out?

"Most of the ranches around here are full up far as I know," he replied. He looked thoughtful as he poured another drink. "Reckon you could talk to Mrs. Conroy out to the Circle C. Hear she needs some help with her place. Problem is she can't pay a full wage so most don't want to work for her."

"Well, I don't need much. Just a place to sleep, a meal or two and enough to buy a drink on payday. Where can I find Mrs. Conroy?"

"Take the north road out of town. Bout ten miles you'll come to a big rock butte. Take the trail to the left and the Circle C is another two or three miles." He looked at me and added, "She's a widow woman and from what I hear, she's a mite skittish. Took a shot at the last man who rode in unannounced so make sure you let her know you're comin in"

I checked out of the boarding house the next morning. Even if I didn't sign on with Mrs. Conroy I was gonna move on. Too many questions had started to be asked around town about the stranger who didn't have to work. About half an hour after I passed the rock butte I crested a rise. Down in a small valley, in a clearing I could see a ranch house, barn and corrals. Must be the Conroy place, I thought.

Following the wagon trail toward the house I stopped at the edge of the clearing. "Hello, the house," I shouted. Minding what the bartender had said; I didn't want to get shot.

The front door to the house opened and a young woman stepped out onto the porch. She carried what looked like a Winchester. "Who are you and what do you want?" The woman asked.

"Name's Clint Lowell ma'am. Looking for work but if you don't need a hired hand I'd like to water my horses before I ride on."

"Come ahead slow and keep your hands where I can see them," she ordered.

I rode toward the house at a walk keeping both of my hands on the saddle horn. The bartender said Mrs. Conroy was a widow so I didn't expect the young woman standing on the porch. She looked to be no more than 18 or so. She reminded me of Molly; the young working girl from Miss Lorena's who I'd been about half in love with. Mrs. Conroy had the same reddish blond hair with freckles across her nose. She was taller than Molly and had blue eyes.

"Clint Lowell, Mrs. Conroy," I said. "Folks in town said you might need a hired hand."

"Get down and water your horses. We'll talk a bit," she suggested.

As I led my horses to a watering trough, Mrs. Conroy brought a bucket pulled fresh from the well and dipper so I could drink too. "What kind of work can you do, Mr. Lowell?" She asked.




Desperado



"I can work cattle, mend fences, train horses or just about anything else needed on a ranch."

"Where are you from? Where do you call home?"

"Well...I don't rightly have a home anymore, Mrs. Conroy. Guess you could say where I throw down my bed roll is my home." She raised an eyebrow at me. I don't know why her unasked question bothered me but I continued, "My step father was killed and I had to leave our ranch before the same thing happened to me. Been driftin for several years now."

"Where was your ranch?

"Arizona, Pleasant Valley to be exact."

"I've heard and read about the Pleasant Valley War," she commented. "Which side were you on?"

"We was sorta caught in the middle," I replied. "Our ranch had a real good water hole and neither side wanted the other to use it. So both sides decided they'd take our ranch to keep it from the others." I stopped and stared off at the rolling hills for a bit. "Didn't matter about Jolly, my stepfather, or me: they wanted the water hole. I left before I had to kill a bunch of them and before they could kill me. Back in '86 it was. That answer your questions Ma'am?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Lowell. I didn't mean to bring up memories of a bad time." Mrs. Conroy looked me over for several seconds. I guess my story of losing my step father and my ranch put her at ease a little. "Tell you what, stay for supper. We'll talk about a job afterwards." I hesitated and she added, "If nothing else you'll get a good meal out of it"

During supper I found out that Mrs. Conroy given name was Eleanor but most everyone called her Ellie. She stated in a sort of matter a fact way that she was a widow.

"How'd you lose your husband Mrs. Conroy, if it don't hurt you to talk about?" I asked.

"Jed was on a scouting trip looking for strays on the far side of the ranch. He must of gotten hold of some bad water or food because by the time he got back to the house he had Cholera. I tried to get him to let me go for the doctor but we waited too long. He died about three days after he returned home." Ellie paused for a few seconds and added, "He's buried on top of that hill yonder. It was his favorite place on the ranch."

"Sorry ma'am. Now it's me didn't mean to bring up bad memories," I replied.

"You didn't Mr. Lowell. I married Jed in an arranged marriage; arranged by my parents before they left for California. That was 2 years ago. Jed was about 10 years older than me but he was a good man and I liked him. Suppose I would have learned to love him as time went on." Mrs. Conroy gave me a little smile. "Like I said he was a good man but really didn't have a lick of sense. I told him to take more water with him but he didn't want to listen to a woman. Guess he should have."

"Yes em, I reckon he should have," I said.

"Where have you been since you left Arizona Mr. Lowell?"

"Been mostly driftin. Lived in Deming New Mexico for a few years but my employer passed away and the new owner shut down the business. That put me back on the trail again. Worked outta Fort Stockton for a spell then headed this way." I stopped and grinned at her. "Reckon you've got my whole history now Mrs. Conroy."

"Sorry to pry but I like to know about the people who are working for me," she said. "If you want to work I'll give you a chance. Pays $30 a month and found. Know it's not full wages for a hand but it's all I can do right now. I'll provide meals and you can sleep in the room in the barn. It was Jed's refuge when he and I fussed a bit and it's set up very comfortably. If you're still here come winter, you can use one of the bedrooms up to the house. If we get more than 50 cattle to market I'll pay you a bonus."

"Thanks Mrs. Conroy. I'd be right proud to work for you. I'll start in the mornin."

"You'll start right now Mr. Lowell if you please," Mrs. Conroy said. "There's firewood to be split, the top rail on the corral needs to be fastened down, and the gate needs work too." She looked at Clint to see how he took her orders. "The plenty of light to work by yet."

Clint smiled, tipped his hat and replied, "Yes em." He led his horses to the corral, unsaddled them and put them inside. Going into the barn he got some tools and started working on the corral gate. About an hour later Mrs. Conroy called to him to come have some coffee before bedtime.

For the next two months Clint did the normal chores around a ranch. He also moved the cattle to different grazing areas. It took him two days to ride the complete circuit of the ranch boundaries. During this time he learned the lay of the land, where the good water holes were, and what areas to avoid. There was one spot that was like a bog and several times he had to pull cattle out of it. That was a hard, nasty job and he usually ended up very tired and very muddy.

After saving the third steer in four days from the bog Clint said, "Mrs. Conroy, if it's all the same to you, the next animal that gets itself stuck in the bog I'm gonna shoot. You can deduct its value from my pay." He was laughing and kidding.

Mrs. Conroy looked at the sorry sight in front of her and laughed too. Clint was covered from his hat to his boots in the red clay mud from the bog. His horse was also mud covered and looked as tired as his owner.

"Mr. Lowell, we'll never build the herd if you run around shooting the animals that offend you," she replied with a big grin.

"Yes em, but I can surely think about it."

Clint found himself admiring Mrs. Conroy. His respect for her grew every day. Little girl was dealt a bad hand, he thought. But she don't wring her hands and complain; she just works and tries to make a life for herself. She may be young but she's all woman. But it was more than respect; Clint found himself thinking of staying put and giving up drifting.

For her part, Mrs. Conroy had developed a respect for the young man who worked for her. He's never said or done anything objectionable, she thought. There were men who would have tried to take advantage of a woman alone. Clint isn't one of them. She'd been alone for a long time and began to think of what it would be like if Clint decided to stay.

She was in the barn, repairing a bridle late one afternoon when Clint came back to the house. He'd obviously been wrestling another steer out of the bog; both he and his horse were covered in mud. Clint rode his horse to the watering trough and washed the animal down.

"There, that'll make you feel better," Clint said to his horse. He looked at the house, then around the barn area and stripped down to his birthday suit and washed himself. Finishing his bath he started toward his room in the barn, carrying his dirty clothes.

Mrs. Conroy hadn't meant to watch but Clint's lean, hard body drew her attention. As he started toward the barn she quickly returned to the house. She didn't want Clint to know she'd seen him washing.

Clint was saddling his horse the next morning before breakfast. Mrs. Conroy came out to join him. "Where you headed so early Mr. Lowell?"

"Thought I'd go up to Huaco Springs. There should be more cattle up there, I must have missed some strays last week."

"You know I think my herd is getting smaller instead of growing and it seems like it's always up by the spring that they disappear," Mrs. Conroy said. "Think I'll ride with you. Saddle my horse please while I change clothes." She hurried back to the house not giving him time to object.

Clint looked up as Mrs. Conroy came back a few minutes later carrying her Winchester and wearing men's britches. Now that's somethin you don't see every day, he said to himself. I knew she was a nice lookin woman but I sure didn't know she was so well put together. With her face and build she would have been one of the favorites at Miss Lorena's.

"Where's my horse Mr. Lowell?"

"Ma'am it might not be a good idea for you to go with me," he replied. "If you're missing cattle like you say we might run into some rustlers or a cougar or a bear or just about anything."

"All the more reason for me to go. If it's rustlers, I'll be able to claim my property. Now get my horse Mr. Lowell."

She don't leave much room for disagreeing do she, he asked himself. He went into the barn, saddled her horse and led it out to her. He saw Mrs. Conroy put her Winchester in the saddle scabbard before she mounted. Noticing Clint watching her she touched the stock of the rifle.

"Cougar, bear, or rustlers my Winchester can handle any of them," she said with a small grin. "Let's go Mr. Lowell, we're wasting daylight."

"Yes em." Clint followed Mrs. Conroy on the trail leading to Huaco Springs. Riding at a slow lope, it took them almost an hour to get close to the spring. About two miles from the spring Clint took the lead. She started to object but he stopped her. "I reckon I got a bit more experience than you do Ma'am. Best let me go first."

As they got closer to the spring, Clint saw horse tracks left in the soft ground. Dismounting he knelt and examined them. "Looks to be three maybe four riders not more than an hour old," he explained. Pointing he added, "They went off that away, drivin ten head or so." Looking around he spotted more sign. "Cougar tracks too, a big one. Reckon we got two kinds of trouble."

Clint mounted and followed the horse trail with Mrs. Conroy tagging along behind him. She'd noticed a change come over him when he found the horse tracks. He's changed from the polite and sometimes teasing young cowhand into a man with a cold hard look, she thought.

They had just passed the spring when a loud scream from a hunting cougar spooked their horses. Clint brought his mount under control but Mrs. Conroy's horse went crazy. The horse neighed in fear and reared up throwing Mrs. Conroy over its rump to fall heavily to the ground. She lay there and didn't move.

Clint pulled his nervous horse to a halt and hit the ground before the animal came to a complete stop. He rushed over to her, knelt down and lifted her head onto his lap.

"Ellie, Ellie, c'mon back," he almost pleaded. Clint was scared to death that Ellie was hurt bad. He ran his hands over her legs, arms, and the back of her neck checking for breaks. He realized now how much she'd come to mean to him. "Ellie? Ellie?" He repeated several times as he held her.

Ellie came to and heard Clint calling her. She looked into his eyes and saw the concern and something more. Was that love she saw? She put her hand up and touched Clint's cheek. "I'm okay Clint."

He put his arm around her and helped her stand. "Sorry Mrs. Conroy. Didn't mean to overstep my bounds ma'am," he said as he stepped away from her.

Ellie smiled at Clint, stepped closer to him and took his hand. "You didn't Clint." She put her arms around his waist and put her head on his chest.

Well I'll be, he thought as he hugged her back. Sure didn't see that comin, but it sure is a fine thing. The cougar screamed again and Ellie's horse bolted for home, leaving her a foot. Clint's horse was standing where his reins had been dropped. The horse was trained to ground tie and short of being attacked by the cougar he wouldn't move more than two or three feet away. Clint pulled his Winchester, levered a shell into the breach and faced the direction of the hunting cougar.

"There he is," Ellie said pointing to an overhanging tree limb. "Shoot him Clint." Clint lowered his rifle and shook his head.

Ellie looked at him, surprised that he didn't shoot. "Aren't you going to kill him?"

"No need. It's a she cat and she wasn't after our horses." Clint watched as the cougar climbed out of the tree and ran off into the woods. "Probably got a cub or two back in the hills somewheres."

"But she'll kill some of our cattle," Ellie objected.

"Don't think so. Cattle are a mite big for a cougar to take on. They might get a calf or two but they only kill for food and y'all can a stand losing a calf once in a while." Clint chuckled. "Besides I sorta admire them and you can't blame a cougar for being a cougar."

Clint mounted and offered his arm to help Ellie climb up behind him. "Bet we don't catch your horse until we get back to the barn," he said. "That animal sure was spooked." He took it slow returning to the ranch house; riding double wasn't the most comfortable way to travel.

Clint immediately took notice of Ellie's arms reaching around him. Every time the horse hit a rough spot she would hug him tighter. I could get used to this, he thought. But she don't need a man with a price on his head. Best I remember that I'll be movin on one of these days.

Two hours later they rode into the ranch yard and saw Ellie's horse was standing by the corral. "Decided to come back home did you?" She asked. She was upset that her horse had thrown her and ran away. "Who do you think those tracks belonged to?" Ellie asked as she put her prodigal son of a horse in the corral.

"Don't rightly know just yet. But I reckon they're the reason we're missin cattle." Clint thought for a minute. "Think I'll head back up there and see if I can follow them. The tracks were fresh and drivin cattle they can't be too far ahead."

"Let me saddle another horse and I'll come with you," Ellie offered.

Clint slowly shook his head. "No Ma'am you won't." Before she could object he continued, "It could get right nasty ifin I catch up with them." Ellie got a stubborn look on her face. "Ellie this is what I do. I can't do my job and watch after you too. Please stay here."

Ellie stared at him for almost a minute while he waited for her to agree to stay at the ranch. "You're planning on coming back aren't you Clint? I mean you told me after your last job at Fort Stockton you recovered the cattle, drove them back to your employer's ranch and rode off. You didn't even get paid, you just rode off. I wouldn't like that much."

"No Ellie, you ain't shuck of me just yet," Clint replied with a grin. "I'll be back with or without the cattle." He watched her answering smile and said, "Reckon I better get some trail supplies and head back to the springs."

Ellie helped him put the supplies in his saddlebags and as he started to mount said, "You come back Clint Lowell" He hesitated then Ellie stepped closer and hugged him. "Remember you promised."

He smiled down at her and answered, "Yes em." Clint mounted his horse, tipped his hat to Ellie, and rode back toward Huaco Springs. I'll bring her cattle back or the men that took them, he said to himself. Even if I have to bring the men back tied over their saddles.

Instead of riding directly back to the spring Clint put his horse into a lope and rode at an angle in the direction the tracks had been leading. After two hours he cut the trail about two miles northeast of the spring and slowed to a walk. The tracks were easy to see so he kicked his horse back into a lope and followed. It was coming on to dusk when he heard the cattle and saw a campfire through the trees. Clint slowed his horse then got off and walked closer.

Sitting around the campfire were three men. They looked like saddle tramps; dirty with worn out clothes. Their horses weren't much better. The big man looked to be about 40 and the other two a little younger; it was hard to tell with their dirty faces. Clint got close enough to hear the men talking. "Reckon we'll join up with the others tomorrow evenin," the largest of the men said.

"Figure we can cull another twenty head or so from the Conroy woman," another offered.

"Not if she drives her cattle down closer to the house," the last man cautioned.

"Even if she does, she can't stop us," the large man replied. "She don't got no help."

"That's where you're wrong Mister," Clint said as he stepped into the camp site. "Mrs. Conroy ain't alone anymore. She's got me for help."

The three men were startled and stood to face Clint. After several seconds the large man spoke. "Don't figure one man can stop us. Why don't you ride on son? You don't want no part of this."

"Can't rightly do that," Clint replied. "Mrs. Conroy hired me to help with her cattle. What kind of help would I be if I let y'all run off a bunch of them?" He looked at the big man's two companions as they started to step farther away and spread out. "Don't take another step you two. Stay where I can see you."

The big man sighed, stared at Clint and asked, "What's your name son?" The reason I want to know is I don't like killing a man without knowin his name."

Clint stared right back at him with fire in his eyes but he didn't lose sight of the other two. "That's brave talk for a man that's about to die," he responded. "Drop your guns or use them. Makes no never mind to me but I'm getting bored just jawin with you."

The big man reached for his pistol followed by the other two. There were several gunshots and a cloud of gun smoke drifted over the camp site. When the shots stopped the three rustlers were on the ground. Clint walked over and kicked their guns away from them. Only then did he look at his side and his bloody shirt.

He lifted the shirt to examine the wound. There was a crease running along his left side about an inch or so deep. Blood was oozing slowly out of the area. Reckon one of them got a mite lucky, he thought. Clint went to his saddle and got his canteen. He washed the wound and used part of his shirt tail to make a bandage.

That'll have to do for now, he said to himself. Clint knew his side would stiffen up and make riding painful. Better get these cattle headed back to the ranch while I still can ride. He walked to his horse and mounted. Looking back at the three dead men he said out loud, "Y'all don't deserve to be buried. Reckon varmints got to eat too."

Clint turned his horse, gathered the ten head of cattle, and started to drive them back toward the ranch house. The sun beginning to set, he thought. Better push these cattle a little harder. Clint was about half way back when he saw Ellie riding toward him. Dang woman didn't listen to me, he thought.

She rode around the cattle and joined him riding drag. "I told you to stay at the ranch," Clint said.

"You work for me Mr. Lowell so I don't take your orders," Ellie replied with a grin. Then seeing his bloody shirt she said, "Oh my God, you're hurt. How bad is it? Get down and let me look."

"Ellie ifin I get off this horse I may not get back on until tomorrow or the next day. Let's get back to the ranch and then you can tend to me."

It was almost full dark when they drove the cattle to join the rest of the herd in the pasture close to the house. Clint's was still oozing blood and he was getting weak. He almost fell off his horse when he and Ellie got back to the house. She helped him inside into one of the bedrooms and tended to his wound. As she worked over him, Clint told her about the run in with the three rustlers. Ellie worried about her cowboy until his fever broke and sometime after ten she fell asleep in a chair next to Clint's bed.

In the morning after making sure Clint was okay Ellie said, "I'm going to town to get the Marshal." He gave her a questioning look and she explained, "We need to report those rustlers and let him know where he can find them."

"I ain't had much luck with lawmen," Clint replied. "Not sure it's the best thing to do."

"We've done nothing but protect what's ours," Ellie added. "Besides the word will get around that you'll pay a high price for stealing cattle from the Circle C." She leaned over and quickly kissed him. "It's all right; I'll be back in a few hours. You stay in bed until I get back, you hear?"

It was nearly six hours later when Ellie rode up to the corral at a high gallop. Clint was sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch. Her horse looks about done in, he thought.

"Marshal Todd will be along in a bit," Ellie told him. She came over and made him lift his shirt so she could look at his wound. "Thought I told you to stay in bed."




Desperado



"Yes em you did but I got tired of laying there like a pole axed steer and decided a little fresh air would do me good."

The Marshal rode up to the ranch house about an hour later. He was leading three horses with men draped across the saddles. He stopped in front of the Ellie and Clint on the porch. "Marshal this is Clint Lowell," Ellie said.

"Howdy Mr. Lowell," Marshal Todd said not dismounting. "Hear you had a run in with the Jones boys," he added pointing over his shoulder with his thumb.

"Don't know their names Marshal but I stopped three cattle thieves," Clint replied. "I gave them the chance to drop their guns and come back with me." He looked Marshal Todd square in the eye and told him about his run in with the three rustlers. "They didn't want to come."

"How's your wound Mr. Lowell?" The Marshal asked.

"Mite stiff right now but I'll be okay in a few days." Clint fingered the bandage on his side and asked, "There gonna be trouble about me killing those three?" He paused and added, "They didn't give me much choice Marshall. They pulled down on me and I fought back."

"From the way it looked out there appears to have happened just as you said. Besides the Jones brothers are well known cattle and horse thieves. But there aren't any warrants out on them so I couldn't arrest them." Marshal Todd smiled. "Won't be no trouble with the law. Y'all might have to tell your story to the circuit judge when he comes through but I doubt it. Fact is you probably did the ranchers around here a favor."

Marshal Todd looked around at the ranch for several seconds. Then almost as if he were talking to himself he said, "There was a wanted poster on a man named Lowell from over to Arizona a few years back. Talk about a shootout in San Antonio too." He turned and looked directly at Clint. "Course that warrant from Arizona don't matter here in Texas and from what I heard this Lowell fellar was just defending himself in San Antonio."

The Marshal nodded to Clint and tipped his hat to Ellie. "Ma'am," he said. Then added, "I'll let you know if you need to talk to the judge Mr. Lowell." He turned his horse and began the long ride back to town.

I reckon I'm healed up good enough to ride, Clint thought two weeks later. Time I was movin on. He hesitated for a minute then said aloud to his horse, "Every place I go seems I shoot someone or get shot at. That's no life for Ellie. She needs a man that don't have no warrants or paper out on him. If I stay someday somebody from Arizona or Deming, New Mexico will come lookin for me."

Clint chuckled a little and added, "Hell that don't even count Pecos, Fort Stockton, Odessa, and San Antonio. Thought I was getting away from trouble when I came to Texas." Guess I'll tell Ellie I'm leavin come mornin, he added silently to himself.

After supper that evening Clint looked at Ellie as she poured the after supper coffee. "Ellie, I'm gonna be leavin in the mornin."

Ellie was shocked. "I thought you liked it here Clint. I thought you liked me."

"I do, but I need to move on." Before she could say anything he continued, "You need a man that don't have a past comin after him. You need a man that can think of nothin but being with you. Ellie, I ain't that man. I've done some bad things in my life and couldn't make you pay for them."

Clint took Ellie's hand. "I care about you too much to have that happen to you. I'll be leavin in the morning."

Ellie put her head down for a few seconds. Looking up at Clint she said, "It's time for you to make a stand Clint. You been drifting for a long time; I don't know what you're afraid of but it's time to stop riding fences."

She stopped to wipe a tear from her eye. "I have feelings for you Clint but you won't let me get close to you. Time for you to let someone love you and you love them back. If your past comes after you we'll stand up to it together. Stay with me Clint; we can make a good life for ourselves."

He stared at her for a bit. "Ellie I can't. I'd never forgive myself if somethin happened to you because of the things I've done in my life. I'll be leavin at first light."

The next morning Clint put the pack saddle on one horse and saddled his mount. He stepped up onto his horse and looked at the house. Ellie didn't come out to say goodbye. Can't blame her, he thought. Clint turned his horse and rode out of the valley.

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Sam was quiet as Clint finished his story. "Don't mean any disrespect sir, I mean Clint, but how could you ride off and leave Ellie. You said yourself you cared for her, you said she needed help, and you said she loved you. How could you ride out?"

"Well son...You see I.... Look there," Clint said pointing to a car pulling up to the house. "There comes the family. Reckon you'll get to meet the woman that finally roped and hog tied me."

The big sedan stopped in front of the ranch house. An elderly, silver haired woman got out of the passenger side. Even Sam could see the beauty she had been in her youth. Must be about 70, he thought.

A tall whipcord thin man got out of the driver's side. If that's not Clint's son I'll be surprised Sam thought. He looks like Clint must have 30 years ago. The man had the same gray streaked brown hair that Clint showed and wore the same walrus type mustache. A younger version of the older woman got out of the rear door of the car. Her mane of reddish blond hair had a few gray ones in it and she wore it unfashionably long. It hung down her back almost to her waist.

As the three stepped onto the porch the older woman asked, "What kind of trouble have you gotten into now old man?" She smiled at Sam and beamed at her husband.

"I'm as innocent as a new born babe Honey," Clint answered with his own smile. Turning to Sam he said, "This is my wife Sam, Ellie Conroy Lowell." He chuckled at the look on Sam's face. "Ellie this is Sam Reybern. He works for that National Geographic magazine and they're doing a story about me."

"You said you rode off Clint," Sam accused. He faced Mrs. Lowell and said, "Excuse my manners. I'm pleased to meet you Mrs. Lowell."

Ellie extended her hand to Sam. "You're writing a story about my husband? What could be so interesting about this old scoundrel?"

"Well Ma'am, I'm doing a story about the Pleasant Valley Range War and Mr. Lowell is the last living person who was involved." Sam grinned and added, "But he's had an adventurous life."

"I'm sure he told you all about it too," Ellie replied laughing. She stepped over to Clint, leaned down and kissed him.

Clint reached out and patted her on the behind. "Time for supper woman. I'm hungry," he said.

"Yes sir," Ellie said. "Introduce our guest to our children. You will be staying for supper won't you Mr. Reybern?"

"Thank you Ma'am but I have to get back to my hotel room. I've got a lot of writing to do before I head back to L.A. And I need to call my editor and tell him the story has grown some."

"Well let me introduce you to our children before you leave." Ellie smiled and said, "They're part of Clint's story too."

"I'm Jerrod Lowell, please to meet you Mr. Reybern." He stepped forward and shook hands with Sam. "This is my sister Lorena."

Sam turned to look in disbelief at Clint and heard him chuckle. "Yes sir, I did," Clint said.

"It wasn't until two years after Lorena was born that Clint told me why he wanted to give her that name," Ellie said with a grin. "To be honest I thought it was a fine way to honor a woman that had helped my husband when he was very young and very alone."

Sam laughed. "Thank you Clint for your time and patience. It was a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Lowell and you too Jerrod and Lorena." He walked to his car, waved and drove back to New Braunfels. Got a lot of work to do on this story, he thought. Might just have to expand the story past the Pleasant Valley War.

"Nice young fellar," Clint said. "But he can't drink worth a damn." He reached for the bottle of Jack Daniels but Ellie took it from him. She looked at the nearly empty bottle, smiled and took it inside.

"I think you've had enough for today," she said and kissed him again.

"Dang woman, takes all the fun out of a good day," Clint complained. But his eyes were full of love as he watched his wife go into the house.

His children laughed at their parents and went inside to supper.

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

Three months later Sam was once again at the Lowell ranch. As he stopped his car in front of the house Ellie came out to greet him.

"Howdy Mrs. Lowell. Don't know if you remember me, I'm Sam Reybern."

"I remember Sam. It's nice to see you again," Ellie said. "What brings you back to the Circle C?"

Sam smiled and answered, "I convinced my editor to do a story about Clint's life after his involvement in the Pleasant Valley War." Holding up a manuscript Sam said, "This is a first draft of the story and a book I'm writing. Thought Clint might go over it with me."

Ellie sadly smiled. "You didn't hear did you?" Before Sam could answer she continued, "Clint passed away last month."

Sam was surprised to hear that Clint, who he thought of as indestructible, had died. "What happened Mrs. Lowell?"

"Please call me Ellie. I think Clint would have liked that. To answer your question, nothing really happened except old age. He was fine that evening when we went to bed. Just before I drifted off to sleep Clint leaned over kissed me and said 'Thanks for saving me Ellie girl."

She used a handkerchief to dry her eyes. "I got up the next morning and fixed coffee. When he didn't come out of the bedroom I went in to wake him." Ellie sighed, "He looked peaceful with a smile on his face; like he was having a nice dream. But he was gone."

"I'm so sorry Ellie," Sam responded. "I sure did enjoy talking with Clint." After a few seconds Sam gave a little laugh and said, "He sure was an interesting man with an interesting life. I envy him."

Ellie nodded and smiled at the young man. "Reckon interesting is a good description of Clint Lowell."

Sam handed Ellie the manuscript. "If you would, when you find time maybe you'd like to read this over. If you like the story, I'd be proud to see that it gets published."

Ellie nodded and took the book. "What's the title?" She asked.

"Desperado," Sam answered.

She smiled and said, "Clint certainly was that."

The End



Desperate



The setting is Holland Patent, New York, a sleepy little town outside of Utica, and the year is 2001. 

.........

Chapter One: My best friend's mother.

"I swear Robbie, if you tell anybody about what I'm going to show you, I'll fucking kill you," Ted warned me, and judging my the veins bulging in his neck and the crimson color of his face, he probably meant it.

The madman look was something that Ted had inherited from his father, a hothead who had abandoned ship many years ago, leaving Ted and his mother to fend for themselves while he went to make other people's lives miserable, I assumed.

At least that was my opinion, and I kept it to myself because it wasn't one that Ted shared or appreciated. As far as Ted Price was concerned, Warren Price was a god who walked on water, and had every right to leave.

Ted felt that way, at least to my way of thinking, because when his old man left his mother was stuck with the job of being both mother and father. Because she had to be the villain in terms of discipline, and because Ted was far from being an angel, he felt his mother was a miserable shrew. 

His father waltzed into his life from time to time, and Ted seemed to think that because he took him to a ballgame or a movie once in a while, he was a great father. I didn't see it that way, and told him so once. Ted, being a far bigger and stronger kid than me, kicked my ass big time for offending his worthless old man, so I never mentioned it again, but it was worth it. Warren Price was a vile sack of garbage, and I knew that Ted would figure that out someday, if he didn't suspect it already.

So when Ted made me swear that I would never say anything about what he was about to show me, I took it to heart. I knew that it was about his mother, so it wasn't likely to be anything positive, but I nodded and watched him hitting the keys while waiting for the screen to light up.

"Check this shit out!" Ted crowed as he brought up the home page of this website that was called Finding Love.

It was a dating service or something along those lines, and Ted scanned through the numerous ads before stopping and pointing at the screen.

"Ain't that hilarious?" he asked me, while stepping aside and letting me see the picture of the woman who I knew very well.

Ted's mother. 

"What's so funny about that?" I asked.

"How fucking desperate can you get?" Ted snapped.

"I don't know. How did you find the ad, anyway? Looking for a date yourself? It isn't like you're all that popular either."

"She wrote something down and left it in the desk, so I checked it out and saw her puss," Ted declared. "Look at that picture! It's like 10 years old!"

"So what?"

"So if some desperate asshole actually does hook up with her, when he shows up and gets a look at her now, his dick will shrivel up fast," Ted announced. "Although I can't imagine anybody wanting to tap her sorry ass to begin with."

"Well, she was good enough for your father for a long time," I suggested.

"He wised up though," Ted said. "You should see the pussy he's banging now. I'd do that broad in a minute. And check out what she's looking for!"

Under the various listings, Ted's mother had left them all with the default listing of "any", and this got Ted fuming.

"Looking for a nice man," Ted scoffed. "Any age, race, height, weight, religion - you know what that says? It says she will fuck anything with a cock."

Ted then proceeded to loudly suggest the various people that were likely to answer an ad for someone that looked like his mother, rattling off a series of degrading descriptions of people of different races and creeds, but I had stopped listening.

Instead I just looked at the picture of a sad eyed Rose Price, circa 1990 or so, as she sat back at the picnic table that still sat in their backyard today. A woman who looked no more or less lonely today than she did in that photo. 

"Thank god I'll be in college soon, and won't have to watch the parade of desperate old coots coming up to the door to screw the bitch," Ted said.

"I think someday you'll regret the stuff you say about your Mom," I suggested as Ted killed the computer.

"I think not," Ted said. "Shit Robbie, the way you think she's such hot shit, you ought to take a shot at her. You're almost as desperate as she is! Just put a bag over her head, and one over yours too just in case hers falls off!"

Ted slugged me affectionately after that, assuring me that he was only kidding, but we both knew that he wasn't. The truth was that I was a disaster with girls, and we both knew it.

The other truth was, and this was something that Ted was definitely NOT aware of, was that there was somebody who liked his mother a whole lot, and that somebody was me.

And saying that I liked Rose Price was not a proper choice of words either. I liked Jim Kelly and the Buffalo Bills, the banana fudge ice cream at Carvel, and the bear cubs at the Utica Zoo. Rose Price? Her, I loved.

***

Chapter Two: Love grows. 

I went home and went to the Finding Love website and stared at the picture for a good long time, which depressed me a great deal. It seemed like Ted was right about his mother putting an ad on this website being an act of desperation, and I hoped that nobody she knew ever saw the ad.

I wasn't very familiar with dating websites, but it seemed like most of the ads on this particular site were for people looking for sex, not relationships, and the way she had written her ad was very tame compared to most of the others.

After giving the matter a lot of thought I decided to something to cheer Ted's mother up, so using the credit card I had just gotten after graduating from high school last month, I spent $25 for a two month membership in this dating service.

It took me all night to compose a response to Rose's ad, and after I had finished the brief paragraph I looked it over for several minutes before sending it on to "Miss Hopeful", which was the name Rose Price was going by.

"Dear Miss Hopeful," I had written. "I saw your ad and I felt I had to write you and tell you what a lovely woman you are, but I'm sure you hear that a lot. If you would like to write me back, I would love to hear from you."

I signed it with the name I had chosen for myself, Jim Kelly, and figured I would check back in a couple of days to see if she replied. As it turned out, I had gotten an answer that very evening.

When I saw a message in my box, my fingers were shaking as I clicked on it, and in contrast to my brief note, Rose was very wordy as seemed excited as well.

"Dear Mr. Kelly," Rose wrote. "Thank you for your nice note in responding to my ad. I know I'm not very pretty, especially compared to a lot of the women with pictures on that website, but I liked reading those nice things you wrote a lot.

I went to see your ad but I saw that yours didn't really have any information on it, and I'm dying to know something about you. Won't you please tell me a little bit about yourself?"

I hurriedly crafted a brief response, explaining that I had just joined the website and was a little afraid about putting personal information about myself for all to see until I got a better idea about how I was supposed to do things, having never done this before.

At the end of the message I suggested that if she wanted to, we could chat via instant messenger, and gave her my address to use. The next day, Rose replied that she understood about not wanting to put things about myself on the ad because she had felt the same way.

Rose said that she didn't know what instant messaging was, but promised to figure out how to sign up and get back to me. The next day she sent me another message and suggested that we chat the next evening at 8. At 7:30 that night I was sitting in front of the computer with my heart racing and my hands shaking.

***

Chapter Three: Hello Miss Hopeful.

I didn't want to appear too anxious but at ten minutes to 8 the pressure got too great for me and I sent Rose a message.

Me: Hello Miss Hopeful?

The answer came back almost immediately.

Rose: Mr. Kelly?

Me: Call me Jim, please.

Rose: Okay, Jim. My name is Rose. Short for Rosemary.

Me: I'm Jim - short for James.

Rose: You aren't the football player Jim Kelly, are you?

Yikes! I didn't think Ted's Mom knew anything about football, so I quickly answered no, but I heard that a lot. 

Rose: I'll bet you do. My son used to have a football jersey with his name on it.

Me: Oh, you have a son?

Rose: Yes, he's 18 and heading out to the Midwest for college soon, so I'll be an empty nest-er. How about you Jim? Any children?

I told Rose that I had no children, and quickly reached for a pen and paper, taking down notes so that I didn't trip myself up with my lies. Having no children and never being married seemed like a way to keep it simple.

Rose: How old are you? If you don't mind my asking that is.

How old was I going to be? Damn, I should have thought about that before now, I thought as I frantically tried to make up this imaginary character. 

Me: I thought your ad said you didn't care about age. Ha ha. I'm 36.

Immediately I realized that I should have been older. How old was Ted's Mom? Forty maybe? My Mom was 44.

Rose: Oh. I'm quite a bit older than you are then.

Me; Really? I thought you were about my age judging by your photo.

Rose: Flatterer. That picture is a bit old. I'm 48.

Me: Oh. Does that mean I'm disqualified?

That was a stupid choice of words, but the message was gone.

Rose: Oh no. Not at all. It's just that I can't imagine why a man your age would be interested in somebody that's 48.

Shit. Think fast dude, I told myself. I wrote back, telling Rose that I didn't think age was more than a number, and frankly I had always preferred the company of women older than myself.

That line about age was something my grandmother used to say, and whether it was that or my saying that I like older women, it seemed to right my shaky boat of lies for the time being.

Rose: Well, I'm older all right.

Me: But you don't look it. I mean that. I find you very attractive.

Rose: Like I said, the picture is a few years old.

Me; Then I'm sure you're even more beautiful now. They say women and wine improve with age.

Rose: Oh boy. You're a slick one.

I told her that I wasn't being funny. I was being honest, and while my thinking Rose was pretty was the truth, it was about the only honest thing I had said thus far.

Rose: I'm a secretary for an insurance company. What do you do for a living?

Oh brother. What did I want to be? Doctor? Lawyer? Keep it simple.

Me: I'm in construction.

Oh well, at least I could make up stuff that I knew a little about, since my old man was in the business. I wasn't sure that my answer would excite Rose, but it apparently did.

Rose: Construction? You must be a big strong fella. Do you have a picture you could send me. Just for me?

A picture? A picture of a big strong man whose only real construction was the web of lies I had built? I told her that I would try and find one and send it to her before we chatted next time.

Rose: You mean there will be a next time?

Me: Sure, why not?

We made a date to chat again the same time the next night, which gave me some time to find a picture of somebody to use. Someone not TOO good looking, but at least somebody that wasn't 5'8" and 130 pounds, with a horse face and some faint acne scars.

*** 

Chapter Four: My Uncle Steve.

That was the guy I was going to be, I decided after perusing every picture I had access to. We had gone to a circus when I was younger and my Aunt Effie had taken pictures of us individually as well as together outside the arena. Not a real handsome guy, but decent enough looking for me to pretend to be, and so I was anxious to find out what she thought of me.

Rose: Jim? I got your picture. You're a very good looking man.

Me: I am? 

Rose: Yes you are. Is that the War Memorial Auditorium you're standing in front of in that picture?

Damn. Rose wasn't missing anything, and I thought I had cropped everything out. I told her that she was right, and that I had been at a trade show a couple of years ago and I had always liked that photo a friend had taken of me.

Rose: I know your ad said you lived in Central New York too, but that covers a lot of area. Maybe we're neighbors.

I told her that I didn't think so, because if I had seen any woman that pretty I would have noticed her long ago.

Rose: You are something. I live in Holland Patent. Do you know where that is?

Me: Sure do. I'm in Utica.

Rose: This is exciting. I've been trying this dating service for so long, and you're only the third person to contact me that wrote back more than once.

Me: I guess I'm lucky then.

Rose: We'll see about that. Do you think we could meet in person?

Because I'm such an idiot, this was something I hadn't really thought of, I realized too late. I was hoping to just chat with Rose, like pen pals, and I should have had myself living farther away from Rose than 10 miles.

Of course we would meet, I said, but explained that our company was doing a big project near Rochester and I would be out there for a couple of weeks. After that? For sure.

Rose: Then I guess I'll have to keep looking at your picture for a while.

Me: Me too. Too bad that your picture doesn't show me any more than your face. I would love to see your body.

Why I said that, I didn't know. Maybe it was from seeing some of the other ads on the website and the sexy pictures some of the women had. I knew Rose would never put anything like that on an ad of hers, but for some reason I wanted to get the conversation headed in a more provocative direction.

Rose: Uh-oh.

Me: What do you mean?

Rose: That was how I got the first man to stop exchanging notes with me. Is that your way of asking me to send you pictures of me naked? 

Naked? Rose Price? A picture of Rose Price naked would be something I would give anything for. Even though I had peeked down her blouse and around her sleeve holes all my life, an actual picture would be something to cherish forever.

No, I replied. What I meant was just a picture of her like the photo I had sent of myself - or rather my Uncle Steve. Just one of her standing with clothes on. Of course, I added with a winking emoticon, if she had any naked pictures of herself I would be happy to see them. 

Rose: You know, I got so interested in the first man I started chatting with like this, that he had me - never mind.

What did he have you do, I wanted to know? The thought of Rose doing anything sexy suddenly intrigued me a lot.

Rose: Well, it seemed so juvenile that it's embarrassing to think that I actually did what I did. We were exchanging some pretty risque comments, and all of a sudden he asked me to send him a picture of myself naked.

I felt my cock stiffen at the thought of seeing a picture of Rose naked, and had to find out whether or not she did what he asked.

Rose: I told him that I could never do anything like that, but he persisted in asking. It seemed like he was suggesting that if I showed him mine he would show me his. You know? Kid stuff like that? When I said that, he sent me a picture of himself, from the waist down.

Me: Oh. What did you do?

Rose: He suggested that if I didn't want to send me a picture of myself naked, I should just send him one of myself with my blouse pulled up.

Me: Did you do that?

Rose: Yes, I did. I know what you must think of me now.

Me: Not at all.

Rose: My face wasn't showing or anything like that. 

Me: So did he like what he saw?

Rose: I don't think so. He stopped writing to me after that.

Me: Maybe something happened to him or his computer went down.

Rose: I doubt it. I warned him that I didn't have much on top before I sent it, and he said he didn't care. When I look at it, I can understand why a man would lose interest. Compared to all of the other women who put their pictures in there, I'm pretty pathetic.

Me: I suspect that many of those pictures aren't really the people they claim to be. Probably taken from porn sites or something. I'm sure you look nice.

Rose: My husband used to tell me I needed implants.

Me: Nobody needs implants. Besides, I love small breasts. Anything more than a handful is a waste. Still, I would love to see that picture though. 

Rose: Let me think about it for a bit.

Me: I understand why you wouldn't want to. You have no reason to trust me.

Rose: Maybe I will. After all, there's no sense wasting your time. You'll see me me anyway. Probably better to get hurt on-line than in person. Check your mailbox.

...

Chapter Five: Rose exposed.

I quickly went over to the e-mail account that I had sent my picture through to her and waited impatiently for Rose's picture to arrive. Five - ten minutes went by, and as I stared at the screen my dick got hard and my shirt got drenched from perspiration.

When the message popped up in front of me, I almost fell out of my chair from shock, and with trembling fingers I brought up the attachment, which Rose had labeled 'You'll be sorry'.

I came. As I gaped open mouthed at the image of Rose my hand went down to the bulge in my shorts, and I immediately ejaculated, filling my underwear with what felt like a copious amount of my seed while I bent over the keyboard and rode out the orgasm.

Sitting in front of the computer, I kept staring at Rose's picture while the smell of my cum rose from the gooey cauldron between my legs, and I came to the conclusion that it was hands-down the most erotic photo I had ever seen, and that included all the old porn mags my old man thought he had safely hidden in our attic.

I'm certain that to anyone else, the picture wouldn't merit a second look, and I can understand why. In this age of silicone-enhanced bimbos, a photo of a middle aged woman holding up her blouse to expose her small and slightly sagging breasts would likely be dismissed or even derided with a critical comment.

For me though, this wasn't just some old woman who had seen better days. This was Rose Price, and while I felt a little sad as I thought about her needing to pose like that, and felt guilty about getting her to send it to me, my lust overwhelmed all of my shame and guilt.

Those breasts - how many times I had tried to get glimpses of them - and there they were. Smaller than I had always pictured them in my mind, they were about the size and shape of pears, and they looked like they were just starting to flatten out a bit on her chest in addition to drooping a little. Strangely enough, these signs of age only made the photo more erotic to me.

Her nipples were really nice though, dark crimson in color with aureoles about the size of silver dollars. The picture was so clear that I could recognize the shirt she had pulled up to her neck - one that they gave away at local race track - and if the had just held the shirt up a little higher I could have seen more than just the fringe of the faint stubble under her arms.

Even Rose's armpits were works of art, and I had worshipped them for years. Usually smooth, but occasionally with a light coating of peach fuzz, either way I always looked at those gently sloped hollows whenever the opportunity presented itself.

I hopped back over to the instant messenger, hoping that Rose would be waiting for my message. How long had I stared at that picture, anyway? Long enough for me to start to get another erection, I noticed.

Me: Rose?

Rose: Oh. Hi. Didn't really expect to hear from you again.

Me: Why not?

Rose: The picture.

Me: I think you're beautiful.

Rose: You don't have to say that.

Me: Yes I do. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. I swear.

Rose: Well, even if you're putting me on, I still like hearing you say that. Gave me goose bumps.




Desperate



Me: Looking at you gave me a hard-on.

Oops. Shouldn't have said that, I realized the second after I sent it, but it was too late, so I quickly sent another message.

Me: Hello? Sorry. I shouldn't have said that.

Me: Rose?

Rose: Still here. Kind of in shock. No need to apologize. Actually, it was nice to read something like that. Too bad you could have seen me back in my day. I wasn't half-bad.

I had seen her back then, and she was never half-bad. She was always hot looking, and even though in her mind the years had started to take their toll, in my eyes she was still amazing looking.

Me: What I wouldn't give to be the one pulling up your shirt some time. I'd give anything to caress your lovely breasts. Your skin looks so soft in that picture. If I were there I would let my tongue slide all over your body. In that photo even the peach fuzz under your arms looks delicious.

Rose: OMG! I didn't even notice that until you mentioned it. No wonder the other guy didn't keep writing me. I'm usually very meticulous about things like that.

Me: Don't apologize. I thought it was very sexy. Just like the rest of you.

Rose: Is this what they call sex-ting, or whatever it is? Whatever it is, I kind of like it.

Me: Really?

Rose: Yes. Gives me goose bumps reading what you're saying.

Holy shit! Rose Price getting hot and bothered over me - or over this stuff Jim Kelly was telling her! I imagined her typing away. What was she wearing? Did she have her hand between her legs?

Me: I have to confess something to you. Maybe I shouldn't.

Rose: Tell me, Jim. Not nice to tease.

Me: When I got your picture just now, I masturbated. I couldn't help it. I was so excited chatting with you, and imagining what you looked like. I was nervous when you sent the picture, because I was afraid that you wouldn't look as good as I had imagined, but you were so beautiful that I couldn't help myself. Hope you aren't disgusted or upset.

There was a long pause, and I wondered whether I had gone a bit too far with that last comment. She did say that she liked the dirty talk though, so I hoped for the best.

Rose: No. I'm not upset. To be honest, last night when I saw your picture, I imagined myself - you know - with you? It's been so long since I've been with a man, and you look so strong and handsome that I couldn't help myself.

If only I had actually been my Uncle Steve, I would have run right over to Rose's house after hearing that, but that wasn't going to happen.

Me: As a matter-of-fact, when we get done chatting I suspect I'm going to get more comfortable and do it again.

Rose: Would you send me a picture too?

Me: Of me? I did.

Rose: You know what I mean. A picture like what I sent you.

Me: Of me with my shirt pulled up?

Rose: No, silly. You know what I mean.

Obviously I did known what she meant, but I didn't have a digital camera. My folks did though, so I decided to buy some time, telling Rose that I would take a picture of myself and sent it to her later. 

She seemed pleased with that, so we ended our conversation on that note. I went to take a shower, needing to almost chisel my semen encrusted fruit-of-the-looms off of my genitals by then, and after finding the family camera I went back to my room and tried to send Rose something for her to enjoy.

...

Chapter Six: Jim Kelly's photos.

It took me a couple of hours and dozens of badly taken pictures before I was able to get a couple of acceptable ones. My initial efforts either showed too much, either of my room, which looked like every other 18 year-old's did, or showed too much of me.

I needed a picture of just my stuff, from my navel to my thighs, and I was finally able to get two decent pictures of my cock. One with an erection, which was the easy one because I hadn't been able to lose my boner all night. Just me from the side, with me on my back and my fist wrapped around the base of my unit. I thought about another one I took, with a ruler propped up against my cock, but decided that would be too tacky.

The other one was tougher, and I finally had to get myself off again while staring as Rose Price's breasts. Wiping my limp dick off, I was able to get one of my dangling package before I started sprouting wood again.

I stared at the two pictures, not really believing that I had done this, and the more I looked the better I liked them. It occurred to me that not only didn't I not look bad, I looked pretty damn impressive.

Too bad I couldn't just walk around fully dressed except for my crotch. Then the girls would look at me, I figured. My only saving grace were my private parts. I was homely, skinny and not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I was blessed in the genitalia department.

In the end, I ended up sending Rose both of them, finally getting them sent just before midnight, and after eliminating all the evidence, snuck the camera back where I had found it and went to bed.

I slept fitfully, and finally got up very early in the morning. That picture of me with a boner was too much, and the more I thought about it, the more afraid I was that maybe I had gone too far, so I went to see if there was any way I could retract that picture.

To my surprise, Rose had sent an e-mail in response to my photos, which she had opened up about 3 minutes after I had sent it. Her message back to me was sent around 2 in the morning.

...

Chapter Seven: Dear Jim.

Dear Jim,

I felt like such an idiot, sitting by the computer half-asleep waiting for your message, afraid that I had been stood up and made a fool of again. 

It was so worth waiting for. Your pictures - I can't find the words right now. I can't wait to meet you in person.

Tomorrow night on IM - same time?

Love, Rose

...

Chapter Eight: Rose's reaction.

When I read what Rose had sent, my feeling of exhilaration was soon overwhelmed by my realizing that I was in the middle of something that would not have a happy ending. There was no Jim Kelly, only me. Robbie Bennett. Not a construction worker. An 18 year old kid - and a virgin besides - and here I was toying with a woman's feelings. A woman I worshipped. 

I felt like the biggest low-life on the planet, and I vowed that I would not be chatting with her any longer. Better to just disappear from the cyber world as quickly as I had entered it. Let her think that I died or took off somewhere. 

That was the best idea. It would be less painful in the end for all concerned, but the closer the time came, the more I wavered. I was drawn to the computer like a moth to a flame.

Rose: Jim?

Me: Hi Rose.

Rose: I don't know how long I'll be able to stay awake. I was up late last night, if you know what I mean.

Me: Oh.

Rose: Your pictures. I still can't get over them. Guess I'm showing my age, or maybe this is all new to me. Seeing you like that. I'm still shaking.

Me: You liked them?

Rose: You're kidding. I was stunned. Seeing you like that was - whew! You look so young. What I could see of you, that is. You don't look 36.

Me: I don't? Well, I try to take care of myself.

Rose: Not the you-know-what. I mean the other parts of you that I could see. So smooth looking.

I had fluffed up my little tuft of pubic hair, which was pretty much the sum total of my body hair, but she was right in that the rest of me didn't probably look like the 36 year old construction man I was pretending to be.

Me: Oh. Yeah, I guess so.

Rose: Is that really you?

Me: The pictures I sent you? Yes. That's me.

Rose: I know it's hard to tell from pictures, but you seem to be very - well endowed. Is that the right terminology?

Me: Is that okay?

Rose: Sure. I mean, that doesn't matter to me but it just seemed that - Wow! I don't have that much experience, but it just seemed that you looked kinda big. My ex-husband - he wasn't anywhere near as large as you are.

As goofy as it seems, Rose telling me that excited me a lot.

Me: Is he the only man you've ever been with?

Rose: No, I was with a couple of guys before I was married, and - this is embarrassing - when our marriage was on the rocks. You don't want to hear this. I don't want you to think I'm a slut.

Me; We've all done things we regretted.

Rose: Well, my ex used to have a few of his friends over for Monday Night Football, and he asked me if I would like to have a 3-some with one of the other guys and him. I didn't want to, but he persisted so I finally gave in. After the game one of the men stayed after the others had gone and he - we - you know.

Rose: Jim?

Rose: Hello?

The silence from my keyboard was deafening, and for good reason. Not so much from the fact that Rose had been with 2 guys at once, and not even the fact that her asshole husband made her do it with another guy. 

The part that sent me back on my heels was that I knew some of the men that used to go over to the Price's for Monday Night Football back about 10 years ago. One of them I knew very well, because he was my father.

Rose: Jim?

Me: Sorry. My mouse just feel apart and I had to put it together. That's interesting about you and the other man.

Rose: I didn't want to do it, but I hoped that it would keep us together.

Me: I take it that it didn't.

Rose: No. I did everything that he asked me to do. Things I never even heard of doing. In the end it made it worse because he accused me of liking it more with the other guy than I did with him.

Me: Did you?

Rose: No. I loved my husband, even after all he did to me. I'm sorry I even mentioned this.

Me: It's alright. It hasn't changed anything about the way I feel about you.

Rose: Good, because I really want to meet you in person, even though I feel like I know you already. When can we get together?

Me: Pretty soon.

...

Chapter Nine: Backed into a corner.

Rose Price was alone, a tiny figure sitting on a bench in the middle of the town park at 1:00 on Saturday afternoon. I know because I was watching the park from across the street, and had been since just about noon. Rose had said she would be there at 1:30, and had arrived early.

I had hoped - prayed that she wouldn't show up. I don't even know why I finally agreed to meet her at all. Over the entire month of August I had kept making up excuses about why Jim Kelly couldn't meet her, and the longer that went on the more upset Rose was getting.

Finally, in mid-September she gave me an ultimatum. Either meet or our conversations were over. I tried everything, even telling her that I didn't look much like that guy in front of the War Memorial any more, but she didn't care, and for some reason I finally relented, agreeing to meet her in the park just down the road from her house.

Backed into a corner, or more accurately having backed myself into a corner, I made up my mind to come clean and face the music. After a few false starts I finally strode over to the park and approached her from the side without her noticing me at first.

Rose was wearing a sweater despite the warm day, and had really gone through a lot to get ready for this meeting. Her hair looked like she had just gotten out of the beauty parlor, and she had make-up on and everything. She looked so happy and upbeat, not to mention beautiful. Too beautiful to have this happen to her, and when she saw me approaching her, I lost my nerve.

"Hi Robbie," Rose said, looking around nervously as if she was expecting somebody that she didn't want me to see. "Haven't seen you in a long time."

"Hi Mrs. Price. Yeah, with Ted off to college and all, you know."

"Well, don't be a stranger," Rose said, making it clear that she wasn't looking for company right about now. "Stop by for a soda when you have time. You're always welcome."

"Uh, sure," I said, and walked down toward the creek.

"Gutless asshole," I said to myself once I got clear of Rose, and kept walking until I was out of sight.

1:30 came and went, and then it was 2 o'clock, but Rose gave no sign that she was ready to leave. She was certainly giving this asshole plenty of leeway, and when the clock neared 2:30 I found myself walking back toward Rose.

She looked even tinier now than she had before, and a lot of the glow she had exhibited earlier was gone, replaced with a sadness that was more in tune with the way she had looked since her husband had left her.

Rose seemed shocked to see me, but my vision was clouded by the tears that were welling in my eyes, and I was having trouble getting the words to come as she looked at me with a strangeness that I deserved.

"He's not coming," I finally stammered, and Rose clearly didn't understand what was happening.

"Jim Kelly," I said. "He's not..."

The look of horror on Rose's face was indescribable, but I didn't get to see it for long.

"No," Rose whispered, looking at me with eyes that either could not comprehend what was happening, or simply unwilling to believe that somebody could be so cruel and heartless to play such a horrible game with her.

"NO!" Rose repeated, but this time she screamed out the word, and when I stood there and shrugged my shoulders she jumped up from the bench and began to stumble away.

"Mrs. Price?" I called out, starting to chase her, and when she looked back at me she tripped and went to the ground for a second before scrambling to her feet and running away, down toward the six mile creek.

I kept calling out to her as she ran through the park, begging for her to stop, but she kept running, screaming at me to leave her alone. She kept going toward the creek, and while it wasn't deep enough to drown in, I didn't know what she was planning on doing. All I could hear was her crying and screaming.

Apparently we got the attention of some county worker who was parked alongside of the municipal building toward the back of the park, and as Mrs. Price ran past the truck and into the woods, the guy jumped out of the truck and cut me off.

"What the fuck are you doing?" the burly guy snarled at me.

"I have to get her," I said, and in retrospect I realize that my answer wasn't very good and my chasing after Rose looked even worse, but I didn't have time to explain because I had to catch Rose before she hurt herself.

Pushing my way around this big ape wasn't a very smart move, but then again, I'm not a very smart guy. To make it worse, not only am I not a lover, I'm not a fighter, as the next few seconds clearly proved.

I remember the punch in the solar plexus that knocked the wind out of me, and the punch that landed above my right eye. Judging by the way my mouth was bleeding when I came to, apparently I got at least one more shot to the jaw, but I was already knocked out by then.

When I came to I was on my back in the gravel. The man was gone, and the only person I could see was the angel hovering over me, wiping the blood from my forehead. Rose Price.

Her face was puffy and her eyes red from crying, but she was still beautiful to me, and the fact that she was tending to me not only meant that she hadn't done anything rash, but that she didn't hate me. At least not enough to leave me on ground to rot.

"Where did he go?" I mumbled, feeling blood trickling out of the corner of my mouth. "Guess he had enough."

Rose didn't smile at my lame attempt at humor, but my head was throbbing so badly that I didn't laugh either. Instead I struggled to sit up with Rose knelt beside me.

"I deserved that," I finally said. "Did you get him to stop?"

"No," Rose said without emotion. "I think his fists got sore. I watched though."

I got to my feet, which might have been a mistake since the park had become a carousel of sorts, and if it wasn't for Rose holding my arm I might have gone down again, but she steadied me until I got my bearings.

"You can't go home like that, Robbie" Rose said. "Come to my place and let me clean you up."

"Thanks, Mrs. Price. I don't deserve to have you be this nice to me."

"No," Rose said. "You don't."

...

Chapter Ten: The long walk.

I was trying to walk straight, but the path I was taking was serpentine despite Rose's best efforts. After we got out of the park we had to walk past Benny's bar, where a couple of locals found my appearance amusing.

"Hey Rose," one of them said. "Lucky you pulled Jesse off of him, because he would have killed that poor little fella the way he was going. Not a good idea to mess with that guy, kid."

Rose ignored them, and when I glanced over and started to say something, she ignored me too. The fact that she hadn't let the guy wail on me made me feel better and worse at the same time. The pain I was in somehow made me feel like I was getting what was coming to me, but it didn't do anything for Rose.

She got me into her house, a place I was familiar with, but now seemed different without the presence of her son Ted. The absence of her husband had already made the house seem bigger, but now with Ted off to college and swearing to never return, the modest dwelling seemed cavernous.

Rose sat me down at the kitchen table, and I watched her out of my good eye while she got some things down from the cabinet to treat my various injuries, and saw that she had dressed up for the occasion. Some occasion, I though to myself.

This is going to sting a bit, Rose said just before dabbing some antiseptic on the cut over my eye, and while I winced I tried to think of something to say.

"You've done this enough to me over the years, haven't you Mrs. Price?" I recalled. "Always scraping, cutting or doing something to myself over here."

"Here," Rose said, handing me some mouthwash. "Rinse your mouth out over at the sink."

I got up, the pain in my side making me flinch, and after burning the cut inside my mouth with the rinse, I went back to the seat.

"Your ribs. They hurt, don't they?" Rose asked. "Take your shirt off."

I protested, not wanting to showcase my scrawny build, but finally managed to get the shirt off. The bruise on my rib cage was, not coincidentally, as big as a fist, and when Rose gently touched it I bit my lip in response.

"Might have broken a rib," Rose said, pulling a chair over next to me so she could tend to my busted lip. "You should go to the hospital and get checked out."

"No, I'm alright."

"You know," Rose said. "What you did to me? If anybody else had done that, most any of Teddy's other friends - especially Teddy himself, it wouldn't have surprised me. But you?"

Rose shook her head at me in a way that showed her disappointment in me just as much as her words did.

"You, I always thought more of. I was always so fond of you. I always wished that Teddy would take more after you than the other boys, or his father. You were always so polite and considerate to me. Then today. Why would you do something like that to me?" 

"I didn't mean it," I said, tears rolling down my cheeks that had nothing to do with my bruises. "It got out of hand."

"Did Teddy put you up to it?"

"God, no!"

"How did you know about that stupid ad then?" Rose asked. "Teddy must have showed it to you."

I said nothing, not willing to throw my friend under the bus, but Rose seemed to have it all figured out without my help.

"He already made it clear how disgusted he thought I was for doing it," Rose said in a resigned voice. "Just like he thought everything else I did was wrong or stupid."

"He doesn't mean those things," I suggested. "He'll figure things out eventually, and when he comes back..."

"He's never coming back," Rose said softly.

"Oh, he always said that."

"I think this time when he said it, he meant it, because as he was leaving he gave me something to remember him by," Rose explained, and when I looked quizzically at her, Rose opened her mouth wide to reveal a open space where her upper incisor used to be, sticking her tongue through the open area.




Desperate



"Ted hit you?" I said, half getting out of the chair in disbelief.

"Guess he learned that from his father," Rose said. "You see it often enough, I guess it seems like fun. He told me what a skank I was to be desperate enough to screw - well, the entire list of ethnic and racial slurs that he picked up over the years from his father. Then he punched me and left."

"Hit you? Ted - he?" I stammered numbly, almost asking if she was kidding before realizing that it was certainly not a kidding matter, and the expression on Rose's face left no doubt that it was all true.

"How could they? I never knew," I pleaded.

"Not something you brag about," Rose said.

If I had known, I would have done something, although I don't know what. If I had ever seen it, I would have done something crazy, and even though the end result would have left me in the same condition I was now, or worse, there was no way I could not have tried.

"Yes, he did show me the ad," I admitted, feeling that Rose deserved an explanation, and now having no problem throwing her son under the bus, which was where he belonged. "Ted showed me the website and your ad. He made fun of it and you too, but I looked it up at home and - you know the rest."

"I still don't understand why."

"Because I love you," I blurted out. "I always have and I always will."

"Robbie," Rose said, a tiny smile appearing on her face for the first time. "It's flattering, but what you're feeling isn't love. You just have a crush on me. When you get older..."

"I am older," I said, wiping the tears from my face with the back of my hand. "I know what crushes are. I had one on Sharon Damino last year. It came and went. I've loved you forever. Every time I came over here I would get so excited to see you. I even have a picture of you and..."

"Omigod. The picture," Rose said, covering her mouth as she remembered the photo she had sent me. 

"I meant a picture of you and me and Ted," I explained.

"I'm so ashamed. Sending you that photo," Rose said, sobbing a little.

"It was such a beautiful photo," I told her. "I had gotten little peeks of you over the years, but seeing that picture was like a dream come true. I only wish it showed your face."

"So what was the point of it all, Robbie? To see an old woman's drooping breasts?"

"I'm not sure why, but the picture you sent me was beautiful no matter what you say. I wanted to chat with you like a normal man would," I told her. "Somehow, I thought that there was a chance for me to work it out so that I could actually be with you, but by the time I realized it was a crazy idea, I was in too deep."

"If you really did feel that way about me, why didn't you just come here and say it?" Rose asked. 

"If I did, what would you have said?" I replied. "You would have said that I'm just a kid with a schoolboy crush, right?"

"I suppose," Rose admitted. "Those pictures you sent to me? Who was that?"

"My Uncle Steve," I said sheepishly.

"Your Uncle Steve? How did you get pictures of your Uncle Steve's privates?"

"Oh no!" I responded, correcting her. "The picture in front of the War Memorial was my Uncle Steve."

"What about the other ones?" Rose asked. "Did you take them off of a pornographic website?"

"No," I mumbled, my shame reflected in my blushing face which burned my cheeks. "That was me."

Rose looked startled, even glancing down at my crotch reflexively, and she shook her head slightly as if she just figured out I really wasn't a kid anymore.

"Can I use the bathroom? I asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence, and when Rose nodded I went down the hall and relieved myself.

When I returned to the kitchen, Rose was just hanging up the phone.

"Thanks for taking care of me," I said, grabbing my jacket and preparing to leave. "For stopping him and for, well, everything. I really didn't mean to hurt you."

"Well, you did hurt me," Rose confessed. "That moment in the park - if it wasn't the worst moment in my life it was close. I was really hoping to meet this Jim Kelly."

"I know. Sorry."

"It's tough when you're old and worn out," Rose said, holding up her hand to stop my attempt at correcting her opinion. "There's nobody in this town that wants me, at least none of the ones I would be interested in. I was desperate, just like Teddy said I was. Looking for a miracle. A white knight to come to my rescue."

I gestured awkwardly, unable to come up with any words to make things right.

"I just spoke to your mother," Rose informed me, nodding toward the phone.

"You told her?" I asked, feeling my stomach churn again.

"I told her that you had gotten into a fight with somebody, that you were a little banged up, and told her that you wanted to spend the night here," Rose explained. "This has been a horrible day. I'm hoping that you don't make it worse by making me out to be a liar and going home."

"No," I heard myself croak.

"Good. I don't want to be alone tonight," Rose said, reaching her hand out to me. "I'm tired of being alone."

...

Chapter Eleven: The bath.

Rose led me to the bathroom, where she turned on the faucet in the tub and, after adjusting the temperature, told me to get undressed. At first I was afraid that she thought I smelled, but after watching the bubbles build in the tub I figured this was something people must do before they make love.

Make love? I was going to make love. After 18 years and 5 months of virginity; frustrating years of masturbating to photos and movies while watching everybody else get the girls, I was going to get to do it.

Not only that, but I was going to make love to the girl that I had always dreamed about. Rose Price. That made the wait worthwhile. I got my clothes off quickly and then debated as to whether or not I should get in the tub.

In the end, I stayed perched on the rug beside the tub, my hands cupped over my genitals, which had chosen this time to shrink in fright. Relax, I told myself. Maybe we aren't going to make love. Perhaps I do stink. There's always the possibility that I had misinterpreted everything. What the hell did I know about women, or anything else for that matter?

Then Rose came back into the room.

Rose didn't walk in, she floated back in, looking like an angel. Looking a little embarrassed for some reason, she looked at me for my reaction before going over to turn off the water and motioning for me to get in the tub.

I climbed in and sunk into the warm water as fast as I could, still covering my stuff as best I could, but never took my eyes off of Rose, who looked positively heavenly.

She was wearing the most sheer white nightie imaginable. It covered very little, and was so transparent that you could see right through it, like she was wearing a mist. The darkness of her nipples and the triangle of hair between her legs were clearly visible, and the more I looked at Rose the less nervous and more aroused I became.

"So beautiful," I managed to say, even though my words came out so faintly that they were nearly inaudible.

"I bought it for this occasion," Rose said. "Hate to waste it. Who knows if I'll ever need it again?"

"I meant you," I told her. "The nightie is nice too though."

"Fancy wrapping to distract a guy from seeing what's underneath," Rose said as she knelt on the rug beside the tub and grabbed a big sponge.

"I wish you could see yourself like I see you," I finally said.

"Me too," Rose sighed as she started rubbing my back with the soapy sponge.

The softness of the sponge and the warmth of the water were combining to make me feel more and more relaxed, and the scent of the bubble bath wasn't really feminine, but more like a musky aroma.

"Is the water too warm?" Rose asked me.

"No, it's perfect," I answered, letting her lift my arms to gently rub my tender ribs before soaping my armpits and chest.

"Get up on your knees for me Robbie," Rose asked, and I managed to do it while keeping my privates hidden under the bubbles.

Rose had a washcloth in her hand and was swishing it under the water while I sat perched on my knees.

"Did I smell or something?" I asked, the question refusing to leave my mind. "I showered right before I went to the park.'

"No honey," Rose said with a smile. "You smelled just fine. I read an article in a magazine a while back that said this was a wonderful way to pamper a man, so I decided that if I was ever with a man again, I was going to try it. Don't you like it?"

"I love it," I said happily. "I was just - you know."

"Well just relax and enjoy," Rose said as she moved the washcloth down my back. "The article said it was a wonderful way to get to know a man intimately."

"Ooh!" I groaned, grabbing the sides of the tub as I felt the washcloth between my ass cheeks, and groaned even louder when I felt Rose's finger probe gently into my anus.

Rose looked differently now, intent on what she was doing, and all knew was that whoever wrote that article deserved an award. Then it got better, as Rose's other hand came around in front of me, managing to miss my cock, which was hard as a rock and covered with bubbles.

Rose's hand came up my thigh and found my dangling balls right away. She let out what sounded like a purr of contentment as she began rolling my nuts in her palm, a palm with no washcloth covering it.

"Nice," Rose cooed before biting her lip, and she milked my balls while still wiggling the tip of her finger in my ass. "You're really an incredibly well developed young man, Robbie. I never would have guessed from looking at you. Is that a bad thing to say?"

All I could do was shake my head and rock my hips on her hands, because I felt incapable of speech. I prayed that Rose wouldn't touch my cock, because if she did I was going to cum all over the place. Maybe she sensed that, because she avoided my cock completely, even though most of the bubbles had fallen off.

"I think we've had enough of this," Rose said, taking a deep breath as she grabbed a rubber hose from the shelf and hooked it up to the faucet, unplugging the drain and letting the water out.

Rose started spraying me down, from the neck on down, and after she rinsed off my upper body she motioned for me to stand up. I did so with considerable shame, as I had a full blown erection. Rose's scrubbing was partly to blame for that, but I would have been hard anyway.

I looked absurd though. A really scrawny body with a long dick bouncing around crazily in front of it, and for once I kinda wished it was a little less noticeable, especially after Rose started rinsing off down there.

Rose seemed to hold the spray around my cock and balls for a long time, and as the water emptied from the tub she sprayed my lower torso free of the soap, exposing my nearly hairless legs in the process.

"Step out, Robbie," Rose asked me, and as I stepped onto the bath mat she began running the towel through my scalp, vigorously drying me.

Her underarms were right in front of me, sweetly scented and unlike in the picture she had sent me, incredibly smooth and inviting. I wanted to reach over and touch her there, just to let my fingers slide over that moist and inviting hollow, but was content to just inhale and enjoy as Rose finished drying my hair and moved on.

Through my own armpits the towel moved, and although I thought I caught a hint of a smile when she saw that mine were embarrassingly similar to her own, thankfully she said nothing and kept working down my body.

Now kneeling again, Rose moved the towel around everywhere except my privates, drying my legs all the way down to my toes while looking at my cock which was bobbing around right near her head. Slowly rose worked the towel up the insides of my legs, and when she got up above my knees I parted my thighs a bit.

The towel kept going up further until it was around my balls, and I made an involuntary grunt when I felt the hand under the cotton caressing my sac. I glanced down and watched my boner springing up and down, and to my horror I saw that some cum was dribbling out of the tip of my dick, hanging down like an icicle.

Rose saw it too. It was so obvious that she couldn't help but see it. She was still caressing my balls, but I suddenly noticed that the towel was on the floor and my sac was in her bare hand. Without a word I watched as Rose slowly moved her face closer and opened her mouth, and as her warm lips enveloped the head of my dick and slid down the shaft, I exploded in her mouth.

In horror, I tried to pull her head away when I felt myself start to ejaculate, but it was already too late, and beside, Rose had no intention of pulling away.

Instead, she cupped my buttocks in her hands and held me close, willingly taking my seed down her throat as my dick kept squirting and squirting like I had been saving it up all my life. When my cock had finally been drained Rose let her lips slide further down, until as my dick went soft her lips were down to the base of my shaft, stick gently sucking as if to try and siphon every drop out of me.

Looking up at me, Rose slowly let her mouth slide back up the length of my dick until it fell out, dropping down between my still bowed legs. Rose got up to her feet again and looked at my for approval. Impulsively, I kissed her; a kiss that was returned with even more enthusiasm that I had started with.

"I seem to remember back when I was your age that young guys used to have a lot of - you know - energy?" Rose said. "Hope I didn't wear you out or anything."

"No," I answered, thinking that she might have been worried that I was ready to go to sleep or something. "I never did anything before."

"What do you mean, Robbie?"

"I never - none of this," I babbled, trying to tell her that all of this was new to be. I was as pure as pure can be, and what had just been done, as brief as it may have been, was the only real sexual experience of my life. "I don't know how."

"Come," Rose said softly, taking my hand and leading me out of the bathroom.

...

Chapter Twelve: Rose's bedroom.

I followed Rose as she walked down the dimly lit hallway, and in her nearly transparent nightie she looked like an apparition floating down the hall. She flowed though the open door at the far end, and when I came in behind her I was hit with the scent of something exotic smelling, probably coming from the candles that were burning in various places around the room.

Enough candles to light the room up very softly, yet not so many that the aroma was overpowering. I could still smell Rose, who led me over to the bed, where the covers were pulled down invitingly. All of this planned for the man that never was.

Rose looked at me, waiting for me to make a move. I was supposed to take her nightie off, or so I assumed, but I didn't know whether to lift it up and pull it down her shoulders. As sexy as it was, I did want it off.

Rose, sweet Rose made it easy for me. Lifting her arms, she gave me the hint I needed, and so I took the bottom of the flimsy nightie in my hands and pulled it up and off of her. Not gracefully, but managing to get it off without much trouble, and there she was.

Tears were welling up in my eyes as I looked at the tiny treasure before me. So beautiful in my eyes that I tried to speak to tell her so but couldn't, only able to move my lips and shake my head slowly.

Rose shrugged her shoulders, probably feeling every bit as naked as she was, and since I wasn't able to talk or move, having enough trouble standing upright, she took the step necessary to bring us together.

Warm and soft. That was how she felt when she put her arms around me. I could feel her breasts against my skin, and down below I felt her pubic hair surrounding my dick, which was beginning to come back to life as a result.

Rose seemed to notice my dick starting to get hard again, and sighed as she moved her hips slightly in response. I felt her take my hand and bring it up to her right breast. It fit in my hand perfectly, and I started squeezing it, enjoying the feel of the spongy orb.

"Easy," Rose whispered, bringing my other hand up to her left breast, moving a few inches back so I could knead them.

Her nipples were really stiff, pressing in my palms as I tried to contain my lust, being as gentle as I could. We both got startled when my dick ended up poking her in the bush, and when she glanced down and saw me hard again, she smiled.

"Thank you," she said shyly, although I figured that I should be the one thanking her.

Holding onto my wrists, Rose moved back a couple of steps and eased down onto the bed, with me following along. On her back, I was on my own. What was I to do? I went with my instincts, as well as the knowledge I had managed to obtain from watching the porn movie her son had me watch last year.

I knelt beside her and licked Rose down from between her breasts, all the way down to her stomach. Climbing over between her legs, I was grateful when Rose opened her thighs to let me kneel between them.

There it was. Surrounded my a thick triangle of hair, looking nothing like the women in the movie or in Playboy, was Rose's pussy. A real woman's pussy, I thought. The smell was musky, almost woodsy, and when I moved my tongue into the thicket I discovered that despite all the hair, I could find the opening with no trouble, because it was wet.

Rose shivered when my tongue found the opening, and I felt her hands in my scalp, rubbing my head, or maybe guiding me as I dabbed away blindly. My mouth found a little bud that made Rose shake when I licked it, and so I kept tonguing it.

Rose moaned and grabbed my hair, pushing my face into her hard. Encouraged, my tongue started really working, and the more it did it, the better Rose liked it. Soon her legs were squirming and she was making all kinds of marvelous sounds.

"Robbie," Rose cried out, reaching down and grabbing my shoulders, pulling me up to her. 

Had I done something wrong? No.

"Be gentle at first," Rose said, her voice lilting but her face strained, and I knew what I had to do now.

I fumbled around with my dick in hand, frantically trying to find the opening that I had just found with my tongue with no problem. Suddenly I felt Rose's hand on mine, guiding me to the moist lips of her sex. So simple, and once she had shown me the way, it was now up to me.

Be gentle. That was what Rose had said, and I tried. I felt the head of my dick slip into a wonderfully warm and snub place, and the farther I slid in, the warmer and tighter it got.

Beneath me, Rose's face looked tortured. Those soft features now strained, as every muscle and vein in her neck was visible as her head arched back. I kept moving more and more of me into her, and the muscles of her pussy seemed to be working my dick over, until at last I was almost fully inside of her. 

I felt the tip of my dick hit something solid, which made Rose cry out, and so I pulled my dick out almost all the way. I did it really slowly, which seems to excite Rose, so I slid back in just as slowly as I had pulled out.

Rose seemed to be laughing, but it was a strange laugh, and the way she was clawing at my arms confused me. I kept going in and out of her as slowly as I could, hoping she would tell me if this was bad or good, and then she told me.

Rose had her head almost facing the headboard, arching her neck as she made a howling sound, then suddenly began writhing around. She let out a blood curdling noise, and then I felt my dick get crushed my her pussy, not once but twice.

Rose's upper body lifted off the bed as she looked at me with an expression that was indescribable, and then her body slammed back down onto the bedding, where her body jerked around a bit before she just lay there staring at me.

I think I had stopped by then, my dick still hard inside of Rose, when she finally looked at me with the most dazed and dreamy expression I had ever seen. She smiled and pulled me down to her, smothering me with kisses as I felt her legs wrap around me, and when she started to thrust her hips against mine, I fell into the rhythm.




Desperate



We were on the edge of an economic collapse without a hint of relief. I don't expect you to feel sorry for us as just a few short months ago we were living the high life. First, I lost my job as the whole company went belly up. It was scary but Jeff said we would make if we just cut back and we did. We quit going out, I got rid of my Bmer and bought an old clunker. It was tight but we were still able to make most of our bills every month.

Then, what do they say, the other shoe dropped. Jeff not only was fired he was arrested for embezzlement; he said he was just trying to increase our income but he was caught. Now we had only my unemployment for money and even worse, I had to scrape up five thousand dollars for his bail. I maxed all that was left on our credit cards, sold whatever I could and even pawned our wedding rings and I was still two thousand short. I had to get Jeff home but on top of that, we found out his attorney wanted sixty thousand dollars to defend him and wouldn't start the case until we paid him five thousand dollars. 

With all this hanging over us, you can imagine how much sleep I was getting. I'd sit up all night on line just trying to pass the night away. I was going through my spam, I mean e-mail, and saw one that said, 'Desperate for cash?' Well that was me all right, so I clicked on the link and all it said was to call after midnight but only if I was desperate. I called only to find an answer machine instructing me to leave a number, which I did.

They never returned my call and I blew it off as typical spam. The next day the phone rang. I was sound asleep for like the first time in days and I just barely located my cell before it went to massage. I groggily said hello,

"Is this the bitch that's looking for money?"

"I beg your pardon, who is this I don't like..." 

"Listen bitch I don't like wasting my time, is you hard up for money or not?"

I was wide awake now and realized it must be from that spam I answered,

"Yes I'm the one who called I have to raise two thousand dollars and right away."

"Two thou is a lot of cash, what would you do for that much?"

Without even thinking, I said anything and when he chuckled over the phone I realized how desperate I sounded. He instructed me to meet him at a coffee shop across town.

I sat in this seedy place alone for over an hour before a rough looking man showed up. 

"Let me just tell you the way it'll be. If you'll volunteer to be the entertainment for a little party this weekend I will pay you two thousand dollars."

I asked what would be expected of me and he laughed as he told me I'd already said I'd do anything. He was right, what else could I do and maybe it'd be better if I didn't know up front. I asked him what time he needed me and he answered let's go. We got up and he held my arm, as we left, like a fool at first I thought he was being polite but then I understood he was making sure I didn't get away.

He took me to a motel room down the street and once inside he informed me that the first time was his and ordered me on my knees as he told me this was my audition and if I didn't please him the deal was a no-go. I did as I was told and I waited while he stood in front of me not knowing what to do. He slapped my face and told me to get busy. I started to cry as I undid his belt and pants. He held his penis and tapped my chin with it so I opened my mouth to take him. This was an act I abhorred and I would never do my husband this way but as degrading as it felt I was determined to do what I needed to do. With just the tip of his thing in my mouth I looked up to him, with tears in my eyes and the evil smile on his face unnerved me.

He grabbed my hair with both hands and then shoved his monster all the way in, even down my throat. I was gagging and trying to cough as he assaulted me. I could feel myself starting to wretch and just when I though it couldn't get any worse he ejaculated such a copious amount of semen I couldn't even swallow all of it and it ran out my mouth soiling my blouse and even my bra. I ran to the bathroom to vomit and when I came back, he was laughing at me.

"Not bad for a rookie, OK you got the job I'll call you later to tell you where to go."

He pulled up his pants and left me standing there feeling dirty and depraved.

As I sat at home, waiting for his call frightened of what lie ahead for me and yet in some strange way I was also aroused in the fact that I had made him orgasm. I actually felt that I could handle anything I faced at the party and it wasn't until later that I realized just how naive I really was.

The party was held at a big house up in the hills and normally I would be impressed by the size and location but now both the privacy and the size just scared me. I was at the mercy of people I didn't know and as I entered the front door, I realized that no matter what happened to me there would be nothing I could do about it. The first thing I notice was a woman of color, she was dancing on top of a coffee table dressed only in a pair of skimpy panties. Her bust was enormous and they bounced uncontrollably as she gyrated up and down. The man who hired me saw me looking at the dancer and told me not to worry that I was not here to dance. It's funny but I was actually relieved, as I couldn't imagine the embarrassment of trying to do as she did.

He took me to a bedroom where there was just a mattress in the center of the room and three guys standing around in their underwear, he announced,

"OK boys here she is but she's new to all this so you'll have to tell her what to do."

And with that, he left, one of them told me to take off my clothes. As I disrobed to their leers, I remember thinking, 'Jeff I hope you appreciate what I going through for you.' I just couldn't imagine how dirty it would be to have these men watching me have sex for at the time I had no idea that a woman was capable of having sex with three men at once. They all took off their shorts and one got on the bed and lay on his back. Now I understand I have not observed many but this man possessed the largest penis I had ever seen. It was not until I was instructed to sit on him and that he slipped right inside me did I realize how wet and excited I was. Here I was experiencing someone other than my husband and yet you couldn't call it cheating as I was being forced to do as they pleased. In fact not only was I not cheating I was in fact saving my Jeff. Just as I was beginning to enjoy my predicament, one of the men came to the head of the bed. At least I knew what he wanted and bent forward to take him in my mouth. As I did, the man I was sitting on began to kiss my breasts, which is one of my strongest erogenous zones. This actually made the mouthing of the other mans penis almost enjoyable. I rubbed my hands up and down his shaft as I kissed just the tip. I then put him deep in my mouth as I massaged his testicles and could actually feel his issue building up and so, I was ready for his release.

I suddenly felt something wet pouring on my rear end and pulling from the man's member, I turned to see what it was. The third man was pouring some kind of oil or lubricant on my butt. The second man tired of waiting I guess grabbed my head and turned me back to him. It was more shock than pain as the third man violated my rectum with his finger and I screamed out causing all three to laugh at me. The third man told me I'd better relax as he had something much bigger going up my butt. I felt like I was being ripped open as he pushed inside me. Once inside the pain subsided a little and it was replaced with a feeling of fullness that was not only disturbing but also very erotic. It was only then that I remembered that I had a man in my vagina as well and when they both started to move in unison, I had a tremendous orgasm more tumultuous than any I'd ever experienced.

When the man in my mouth started to climax, he pulled out and shot his stuff in my face. In an act of defiance that even surprised me, I looked him in the eye as I wiped his spunk off and then licked it off my fingers. The man in my rear came next and the feeling of his issue deep inside my rectal canal felt warm and almost gooey and such a different feeling that I orgasmed with him. That left only the man with the large penis still inside me so I concentrated on him. I looked him in the eyes and began to talk like the dirty slut I'd become,

"You've got the biggest cock I ever seen and now you're deep inside me; I want to feel your jizz spilling inside my cunt."

My talk even surprised me and even more of a surprise was I came with him as I could feel him erupt inside me. It was the first time I had ever orgasmed from vaginal contact alone.

I did more men, a lot more men but the rest were only one at a time. I soon found out if I could do them with my mouth, it was easier on me and faster too. I also found it so much easier to swallow their spunk than to clean it up, so every chance I got I used my mouth. I found the taste really wasn't so bad and couldn't help but think how lucky Jeff was going to be when I did him.

Although I spent the whole time frightened half out of my wits, I did survive it, and In the end, I got my two thousand dollars. I bailed my husband out but didn't tell him how I got the money. He got his first blowjob from me and I just told him it was because I was so happy to get him, home. Lately I've been thinking about the money for Jeff's attorney; I wonder what I'd have to do to earn five thousand dollars.



Desperate



To say that Ray and I, Sandy, were caught between a rock and hard place would be over simplifying our condition. He just graduated from college with a marketing degree and me from business school. We had been out about a month and there just weren't any jobs to be found. We had put in applications everywhere, including all the fast food places, without any luck. We didn't have money to buy a tank full of gas which wasn't a big problem because our car had two flats and was in danger of being towed away from lack of use.

I'm twenty and Ray is twenty two. We have been married for a year. Our parents wanted us to wait until we were out of school and had jobs but needless to say we didn't listen. Neither my parents nor his are in a position to help us. We had a small saving and that with student loans help us get through school. We expected to have work by now but that hadn't panned out. 

We had passed the word around that we were open for any job that came along. One of Ray's friends, that had graduated last year, called him and told him about a new company that was from some Caribbean island that was opening a distribution center in the States to market their coffee and sugar, among other smaller items. Ray called at once and found out that they were hiring for two positions; someone to help sale and a receptionist. He explained that was what we both were looking for and set up an interview for the next day.

We dressed in the best clothes we owned which still weren't much. I knew I looked good in the dress I wore but it was a little short and cut a little low up top. It was light blue that showed off my blond hair and blue eyes. The length help make my legs look good, but the top let it be known that my breasts were kind of small, about a b cup, even if they are nice and round. On top of that I am only 5feet 2 inches and 105 pounds.

Ray always looks sharp. Before we married girls were calling him all the time. He was over 6 feet and 190 pounds with light brown hair and dark eyes. He looked like he would be a dream come true in the bedroom. Even though I was a virgin when we married I had been expecting the same thing. I never knew that he was also a virgin and between the two of us that called for a total disaster in the bedroom. After a year of being married I have yet to have an orgasm. I don't even know what to expect. We both know there is something wrong, but to embarrassed to discuss it. I know he loves me and I love him but just being in love isn't making out sex life any better. Worrying about a job wasn't helping either.

We were a few minutes early getting to the interview. A friend of mine had stopped by on her way to work and gave us a ride. Getting home would have to take care of its self. 

The building was just on the edge of town. It was a metal building with offices up front and warehouse space in the back. It wasn't very fancy but it was new. The lobby up front had a black girl at the desk. I was afraid he had already hired a receptionist. When she turned to welcome us I had the biggest shock of my life and nothing like the one Ray was having. He was speechless!

As she turned she stood up and she had to be close to 6 feet tall and what a body! Her light brown coloring was really brought out by the short tight skirt she had on. The top was silk that caressed her large breasts as it gently lay across them. The skirt only came midway down her thighs, leaving the most beautiful long legs I had ever seen exposed. The skirt fit her completely as it was tight on her ass. Ray couldn't speak so I was the one that got my voice back first. "We have an interview this morning with Mr. Worthington."

"Sure, you must be the Gordon's; Mr. Worthington will be a few minutes." She handed out two applications and told us to fill them out. I had to punch Ray twice to get his attention back where it should be. 

I whispered to him. "Get you eyes back in your head and let's get this job." I was pissed that he was so taken with her but could understand why; she was beautiful!

I had to forgive Ray when we met Mr. Worthington! I was just like Ray seeing her the first time. He was tall, over 6 feet 6 inches and slender. He had muscles, not the body building kind, but long slender ones that I could imagine between my legs. His fingers were as sexy as the rest of him. When he shook my hand I felt the touch between my legs. All that went out the window when he spoke. His soft island accent and the smooth way words rolled of his tongue would make any women drop her panties! He was the most perfect man I had ever laid eyes on! Thankfully it was Ray that finally found his voice.

I can't remember much that went on during the interview. I guess I answered his question to suit him. I do remember how his eyes would drop to my legs. The dress was shorter than what I normally wore and there was no way I could keep my knees covered and he took advantage of that. It didn't turn me off that a black man was paying a lot more attention to my legs than to the answers I gave.

We found out that the receptionist was actually his wife, Iris. What a beautiful pair the two of them made. He explained that whom ever they hired the marketing person would be traveling a lot; doing trade shows and sales. They would share that job with Iris and the receptionists would be working with him. After a couple of hours he knew all there was to know about us. Including that we were broke and desperately in need of work. He finally asked us to step out of the room for a minute while he and Iris talked. We were excited that at long last we might finally have work.

Iris called us back in the room and he motioned for us to take our seats. His eyes followed my legs again as I sat down. I though to myself that I would show him all he wanted to see if only I got a job.

"Ray, Sandy, I've talked to Iris and we are prepared to offer you the openings. But before I do I want to make something straight. I really don't like to hire family members but you are both qualified so I am prepared to over look that part. The other matter is working conditions. Ray, you will be on the road a lot, some of that time Iris will be with you. Sandy, you will be here with me and a lot of nights we will have to work late. What I am saying is all of us will be spending a lot of time with the others spouse, I don't want there to be any jealousy. We are adults here and I expect all of us to act like that."

He gave us our starting salaries and what we would be expected to do get raises. If the project went according to plans when he and Iris went back to the islands Ray would be in charge of the business. We couldn't believe how much we would be starting at. I was ready to except at once, but he held up his hand. "You have all weekend to think about it. If you except be here at eight Monday morning." There weren't any handshakes except him and Ray. Iris hugged me and then turned to Ray. I don't know how long their hug lasted but I know I had him wrapping my tiny body up in his big long arms for much to short a time.

Ray and I talked about nothing else all weekend. We talked about what the job could do for us financially. How we could pay off our loans and finally be on easy street. Then if we didn't like it we would have time to find other jobs. We talked around everything except what we needed to talk about; sex. I don't know why that should be so different, we hadn't been able to talk about it since we have been married.

Finally it was Sunday night and I was going through my closet. I had finally figure out that he wasn't going to be the one to broach the subject. He was lying on the bed watching me. I turned towards him. "Do we take the jobs or keep looking?"

"The pay is really good."

"Forget the dam pay!" He jumped; he had never heard me cuss. Stupid question, how could we with less than ten dollars in our pocket forget the pay? "You know that is not what I am talking about." He dropped his head. "Look at me Ray! We are talking about SEX, you with Iris me with Josh! It couldn't have been any plainer when he was talking about being jealous!"

"I don't know, what do you think?"

"Am I going to be the one that has to make the decision so you can blame me if it doesn't work?"

"I wouldn't blame you."

"Then I guess there are three questions that need to be answered."

"What are they?"

"Dam, you are going to make me do this aren't you? Ok first, could you have sex with Iris?" That was another stupid question as I knew from the glint in his eye. Second, could I have sex with Josh?" I tried to hide the twinkle in my own eyes. "And most of all can both of us live knowing what the other one is doing?" I stopped and looked at him. "Your time to answer."

He wouldn't look at me, but he did finally answer. "She is a beautiful woman."

When he didn't say anything more I answered for him; I take it that is a yes?" He only nodded his head. "I could too. I could have sex with Josh." He looked shocked but also relieved. 'Now for the big question?"

Nothing, he wouldn't look at me, he didn't speak. "Hell Ray, get your clothes together, we have a job to go to tomorrow." The question was never answered; just being on the job meant we were willing to do what ever it took. Desperation can make people do things they never thought they would do.

Monday morning we were at work early. Once again a friend had dropped us off on her way to work. Josh and Iris were already on the job. They smiled when they saw us walk through the door. "I am glad to have the two of you with us." He gave me a brief hug and shook Ray's hand. Iris hugged both of us before taking Ray with her and heading to the back. I wondered what would be going on back there. 

Absolutely nothing out of the way went on up front with Josh and me. He had told us to call him and Iris by their first names unless others were around. I talked to Ray that night and found out that nothing went on at all in the back. I didn't know where to be disappointed or glad that he didn't jump my bones. 

Friday, just before lunch he called me into his office. He motioned for me to take a seat. His eyes followed me down as my legs came into view. It had to be my legs he was looking at as the dress I had on was the second time I wore it this week. "Sandy, I don't want to embarrassment you but we need to discuss your clothes."

"I'm sorry Josh; I plan on doing some shopping as soon as we get paid."

"I know things are rough for you right now but they will get better. Iris is going to take you shopping this afternoon. She is pretty good about shopping and knows what I like to see women wearing."

"I can't go until I get paid."

"This is on the company; you can pay me back later." I argued but it wasn't with a lot of conviction.

Iris by passed Wal-Mart and headed to ladies specialist stores. For the next two hours I tried on one outfit after another. I knew I looked good in some of the dresses and skirts but they were a lot shorter than what I would have picked out for myself. Iris explained that Josh liked legs, a fact that I had already discovered myself. She not only purchased the work outfits but jeans, shorts, shoes and underwear. She purchased the sexist night gown I had ever seen, with bikini panties and a short see through top. 

"Ray is going to like this." 

"Ray may like it but this one is Josh's"

"Josh's? I couldn't wear this in front of him."

"Yes you can and you will. All these were purchased for you by him. He likes his women dressed beautifully."

"I'm not his woman."

"Yes you are. When you came in Monday morning you became his."

"But he is your husband."

"Yes, and he always will be, but I learned a long time ago that I would need to share him. Its not that bad, I get the husband."

"I don't know if I can do this or not."

"You have the weekend to make up you mind. He wants you but if you don't want him then just don't show up for work Monday. You can keep the clothes. If you are at work then there will be no backing out later."

"I'll have to talk to Ray."

"I wouldn't worry about Ray, he belongs to me. I wouldn't even tell him I had the choice."

Two of the smallest bikini swim suits I had ever seen was added to the pile as we left the store. I have no idea how much they all cost.

I thought about it all weekend. I never told Ray and Monday morning I went to work. Iris smiled as I walked through the door. Silently I had just agreed to be with Josh when ever he wanted me. I was just as sure that Ray would want it that way. Looking at Iris, who could blame him. Why would Josh want me when he had her?

We had been working four weeks and nothing had even been mention about sex. Other than telling me I looked nice. Josh never talked about anything but business. If Ray could be believed that was as far as he had been with Iris.

One Friday he called me into his office and motioned for me to take a seat. Same chair, same drop of his eyes to my legs, only with the new clothes he saw a good deal more. I no longer felt uncomfortably with him looking at me. "Sandy, Iris and I are flying back to the island tomorrow and would like for you and Ray to go with us. We will be gone a couple of weeks. One week we will have fun but the other is getting ready for the market season. I would like both of you to see the plantation and plant."

I was sure that it wasn't just a suggestion that we go with them. "I would love too, I will tell Ray."

"Iris has already told him. We will pick you up after lunch tomorrow. It will make us late getting there but I have some business I have to take care off before we go." I wondered when she had told Ray. I knew that I was about to be with only the second man in my life. I was ready for it as much I am sure was Ray. The last month he had sex with me almost every night and wished it was with Iris. I still hadn't had my first orgasm. Maybe it just wasn't supposed to be.

It was even later when they finally picked us up. He headed to a private airport and the Lear Jet waiting there. I was surprised that it was Josh that was going to be our pilot. He helped me aboard and for the first time I felt his hand touch my ass as he guided me to the seat next to his. "Sit up here, you can see better." Iris and Ray were in the back out of sight. 

He checked everything and called the tower. A few minutes later we lifted off and he banked the plane, heading south. A short time later he reached the altitude he was looking for and he relaxed and leaned back in the seat. It was my first time flying and looking west the sun was a couple hours away from setting; it was beautiful. It was then I felt his hand touch my leg.

I had on shorts and a slip over top. His fingers were tracing a path from my knee to the hem of my shorts. I caught his hand and stopped him for a moment. I wasn't trying to stop him, just slow him down. I knew what I was getting in for when he told me about the trip. I glanced back and couldn't see Ray or Iris. Letting go of his hand I stroked up his forearm. Just the touch of him was exciting to me. When he resumed tracing across my legs my legs fell apart on their accord. What was hidden there was his and he knew it. 

We were about to land In Miami to refuel when he reached across and pulled my head towards his. His mouth covered mine in a soft gentle kiss. It didn't last but a second before he had to land the plane. It lasted long enough that I was missing him before we were air born again. 

Two hours later we were landing. It was dark and I couldn't see very well. Two hours where he had kissed me several times and his hand had roamed freely over my breasts and legs. I wanted a lot more.

A driver picked us up and dropped us off at his home, and what a home it was. I had never seen such splendor. I was ready to spend the night with him but he pointed out Ray and my bedroom and he and Iris disappeared down the hall to another wing.

I don't know what went on between Iris and Ray on the flight down but was pretty sure that it was similar to ours. Ray was turned on like I had never seen him. He wanted to fuck and I let him. It was just beginning to feel good when he was finished. I was sure that Josh was going to do much better. I had to wonder just how large he was down there. I looked at Ray and he was soft, but he was still very much a man where it counted. Would Josh be even bigger?

I couldn't sleep and got out of bed and walked to the double doors opening to the patio and pool. I was still naked from sex with Ray. I stood at the door looking outside when I saw Josh across the way at his door. He was naked as I was. I knew he could see me as I could see him. For several seconds we stared across the pool at each other. He turned and waved and left the door. I waved back and finally got in bed and to sleep.

Ray and Iris were up early the next morning. I was still asleep and Josh was staying out of Iris's way. After breakfast she asked him if he wanted a tour of the island. What he really wanted was tour of her brown body. A few minutes later he was behind her on an ATV that she headed towards the mountains behind them. Iris had on shorts that were just that and loose legged as well. Her top was a pull over that cling to her braless breasts in a most enticing manner.

There had been a lot of touching on the flight down yesterday so he wasn't reluctant to put his hands on her body this morning. The top was loose and he let his hands slide up under it to touch her breasts. When she didn't object to his hands on her bare stomach, he brought them up to touch her breasts and then to cup them in his hands. She had a good bit more than Sandy under that shirt but they were still firm to his fingers. He whispered in her ear, "I love the feel of you; so soft and smooth."

"What I feel sticking in my back isn't very soft or smooth."

"I want you."

"What is it you want?"

"You know I want to fuck you."

"You sure about that? What do you think Sandy is going to be doing while you are with me?"

He knew that she was going to be with Josh. It was a foregone conclusion the day they took the job that Sandy was going to end up in Josh's bed. There was some jealousy but not enough to stop him from fucking Iris. "We both know what is going to happen today between all four of us." He squeezed her breasts as she gave the ATV gas and headed up a steep trail. His hands had moved from her breasts to her long smooth legs. The loose legs of the shorts didn't act as much of a deterrent to his roving fingers. She didn't make any move to stop his exploring fingers until she pulled up to a small pool of clear spring water.

"Ok, let's check out the water first." Quickly she was naked before him. "You going to just stand there, or get undressed with me?"

A moment later he joined her in the pool. For the next few minutes they played back and forth until she led him out and lay down on the soft blanket of grass. She held up her hands to him and he slid between her legs. As quick as a blink he entered her. She was as wet for him as he was hard for her and the entrance was fast and easy for both of them. She was at least glad that he would push Josh for size, at least for length, no one was going to push him for girt. Sandy was in for a wonderful time.

Just as he did with Sandy; it was only moments before he climaxed. Iris was surprised at how fast he was. She figured it was because of their first time together. It was only when he started to roll off that she stopped him. "Where are you going?"

"I climaxed."

"Well Yippee! I didn't, come back here. I don't expect to be kept hanging after all the fun you had feeling me up." She pulled him back down in her before he could get soft.

"Now that you have gone once you should last longer the next few times."

"The next few times? I have never been able to go again this fast."




Desperate



"We have all day. Sandy is going to be well taken care off and I expect the same from you." True to her word it was late afternoon before they headed back to the house. Ray now knew what it was like to bring a woman to orgasm. It was only then he thought about Sandy and what kind of day she had. 

I could feel the tingling in my breasts as I struggled to wake. The dream I was having of my breasts being stroked made me just want to keep my eyes closed and enjoy the feeling surging through out my body. When I did open them I was looking in the eyes of Josh. My hands automatically went to stop him from touching my breasts. Catching his hands I set up and looked over where Ray should have been. I was glad to see that he wasn't there. "Where is Ray?"

"He left early with Iris; they are supposed to be touring the island."

"Oh." I lay back still holding his hands. I wasn't making any effort to move them from me just making sure that until I regained my composure that he didn't go any farther. His thumbs were constantly stroking across my nipples, keeping them at hard little peeks. 

He had that smile on his face as he watched me. Then in his sexy island voice he said, "You have beautiful breasts."

"Nothing like you or use to with Iris."

"Sure she is bigger but she is tall. Yours are just right for your size, and they feel good in my hands."

I smiled up at him. "They do feel good in your hands."

"If you weren't holding my hands so tight I could tell more about them." I quickly removed my hands from his. He cupped both breasts through the thin top I had on. "Maybe you wish I was some where else?"

My eyes met his, "No, you are fine right where you are." She knew that she meant every word of it. They maybe married to others and he was black and she white but she knew that she had wanted him every day since she met him. Ray had wanted Iris but not any more than I had wanted Josh. From the feeling traveling from my nipples to my pussy I knew it was just a matter of time before it happened.

He leaned forward and kissed my nipples through the gown and they became harder if that was possible. He sucked both for a while before he moved up and kissed her. She felt his soft lips on hers and was about to return the kiss when she pushed him backward. "No, not yet. Let me up!" He set back surprised as she bolted from the bed to the bathroom. "I need to brush my teeth!" She could hear him laughing.

She had surprised him when she jumped up. But to find out she only wanted to brush her teeth before he kissed her made the anticipation even better. That and the view he had of her naked ass. A glimpse of her blond hair covering her pussy was leading to even more anticipation.

In the bathroom she quickly brushed her teeth and washed up. It was then she realized that she had not put the bottoms on last night after seeing him across the pool. She knew the top wasn't going to cover her completely but she was sure that even that was going to be gone shortly. She left the bathroom and saw him watching her as she moved back to the bed. She slid her feet under the sheet and pulled it up to her waist.

"Are you ready to play now?" She just nodded her head and then he kissed her. 

Oh my! She had never been kissed like he did her then. His lips claimed hers and his tongue pressed against her lips and she opened to him. He was working her mouth over as if he was fucking her with his tongue. Her body was hotter than she ever remembered, and her breathing was ragged when he finally broke the kiss. "You can take off my top if you like." She hoped he liked because she wanted to be naked with this beautiful black man. She wanted him to touch her all over and then fuck her like she had read about in all the love stories. She just knew that this time it was going to be a lot different than with Ray. That was her only thought of Ray that morning.

He quickly pulled the top over her head as she raised her arms for him to take it off. "They are just as pretty as I thought they would be." His mouth moved down her neck to her chest to her breasts where he took first one and then the other between his lips and sucked the hard little nipples until she though she would cry from the intense feeling he was bring to her.

"Oh Josh, you are making me feel so good!" He didn't speak but his mouth moved from her breasts down her stomach where he kissed her belly button. His tongue swept it out as his hands folded back the sheet. He did it slowly as if unveiling a master piece of art. She shivered as she knew that she was completely exposed to him now. His lips moved lower on her body until she could feel his breath gently blowing on her fine blond hair. Was he going to do it! She and Ray had never been this adventurous as to try this. Oh, she hoped he was!

She never should have worried. Nothing could stop his progress down her delectable body to the delta of her thighs. The soft blond hair tickled his nose as his tongue parted her cunt lips. He stroked the entrance several times before sucking her clit between his lips. All the while his tongue was busy stroking the inside of her cunt. Her juice was coming from her body and he lapped up all of it. He loved the taste of a woman when she was hot, and no one he had ever been with was hotter than Sandy right now. 

She didn't realize what was happing as her insides turned to jelly. Her legs had parted and her hands were tangled in his black curly hair. She was pulling his face to her until she went over the edge into her very first orgasm! She almost blacked out from the pure enjoyment of it. She barely knew when he stood and moved next to her on the bed. When she opened her eyes he was stripping his shorts and shirt off. 

She watched as each garment was removed until he was completely naked standing next to her by the bed. He was just like she had hoped he would be; hard and black waiting for her to just reach for him. She didn't waste any time as her hand reached out to stroke his cock. He was the only man she had ever seen except Ray and she wanted him right then. Her hand moved over his hard cock and down to cup his big balls. They filled her hand as she gently brought her hand back to lift his cock. He was big, not longer than Ray but big and she felt the weight off him in her hand. She gave his cock a tug and he moved over her on the bed.

"Fuck me Josh! Make me cum. I want to feel you in me."

"Do I need to take precautions?"

"No, it's alright, just fuck me!"

She wasn't sure as she watched the tall black man move between her legs. She watched wide eyed as he guided his cock to her opening. Then lifting her hips in his hands he pushed and the head entered her; stretching her wider than she had ever been. He didn't hurt; he just stuffed her like she had never been before. 

I was full. And when I say full I mean he had me stuffed. I could feel every ridge of his hard cock as he pushed into me. When he finally bottomed out and I could feel his heavy balls rubbing against my ass. It was even bigger turn on than ever before. He was so much taller than I that my head only came to his chest. He did his best not to put all his weight on me but I wanted to feel all of him as he fucked me. I didn't want to be loved; I wanted sex, wild fast sex and to have another orgasm as I did when he used his mouth on me. 

She was tight under me and I knew I was going to have all I could do to last from the way she was tossing her pussy around on my cock. I had already figured out that she had not been satisfied often if any when she and her husband fucked. I was going to make sure that she had all she wanted this time and the rest of the trip. She is the first white woman I have ever been with and the same could be said about Iris with Ray. It was such a turn on watching my black cock slid between the lips of her pussy as I entered her. I saw her looking and knew she had the same thoughts.

She was different from what I expected. I expected her to give in and have sex with me but I never expected her to be so out going. She took my cock like she was starved and it was the only nourishment around. I tried to hold back and take it slow but she wasn't having any of that. She wanted it hard and fast and as I later found out; often.

Oh I loved the way he filled me and each stroke he gave brought me closer to the orgasm I had never had from sex. I kept pushing him faster and faster because it was when Ray got fast that it felt so good to me and I would have cum if he had lasted longer. For some reason I just knew Josh wasn't going to leave me hanging and I pushed harder. I then felt him swelling inside me and knew he was passed the point of no return. He picked my hips up hard against him and buried his thick cock in me and I felt him shoot the first of many shots of hot juicy sperm into me. It was then that I felt myself reach for the edge and climb it until I was crying out with each shot for him to "FUCK ME! JUST FUCK ME!" I was nothing but a nervous wreck when we finally slowed and stopped. Only he didn't pull out of me. He rolled over and I was on top of him. His cock, not as hard now as a few minutes ago was still hard enough to stay where I wanted him. "Oh Josh, that was good. I love it! Don't pull out; I want you to just stay in me!" I couldn't believe it was me that was begging him to keep fucking me. Nothing had ever felt so good!

He was soon hard again and I was sliding my pussy up and down that wonderful hard cock. I was rising up with my hands on his chest as I rode this big beautiful black cock. His hands were all over my hips and breasts as once again I climaxed on him. "Oh Josh, god this is great!"

He was smiling as he answered, "I do believe you like this."

"You can't even imagine how much!

"Almost as much as I do."

"Oh yes, I hope so!" I screamed again as I climaxed and fell into his open arms. He held me until I caught my breath. It felt so good to be held after sex, something Ray never did. I realized that I was in a mess as was the bed. "I need a bath but I don't want you to pull out of me."

"Don't worry; I will be back in you very soon." He pulled out of me and I all most cried. He was heavy and thick in me and I didn't want to lose that feeling. He led me to the bathroom where he turned on the shower and pulled me in with him. He washed me. With soap and a bath cloth he washed me completely; touching places that Ray had not touched a year after we married. Then he had never showered with me.

Then it was my turn and I did all I could to clean him. His cock must have been really dirty because I washed it more than all the rest of him until he was standing up hard again. He pulled me to him and kissed me. He was so much taller than me that I could feel his hard cock almost reaching my breasts. Bending over I could kiss the tip and run my tongue over the head. "Sandy, you are about to get fucked again!" 

"We need to change the bed linens first."

"No, right here, now!" He picked me up with his hands under my ass and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel his hard cock touching my ass.

"How do you expect to do this?" It was new to me but that didn't mean I was not receptive to the idea. Anyway to get him back in me was alright with me.

"Reach down and put me in." My hands found his hard cock and again I marveled how big he was. He was lowering me down. "Guide It in!" He sounded as desperate as I had when I wanted him to fuck me. I parted my cunt lips with one hand; more than happy to feel how wet I was for him. With the other I lined the head of his big cock up with my pussy and tugged at him to enter me. Once the head was in I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him like I never had before. He lowered me and I felt him sliding deeper in me until at last he was completely in me. 

"Oh yes Josh! Please don't ever take it out."

He laughed as he was lifting me up and down on him. "It might look a little strange at work but I know what you mean. I am happy to stay right here but it feels so much better when I move around." That moving around caused us both to climax together. A shower and a bed change later he was fucking me again. 

We both dozed off to sleep after the last time. I woke to see him still stretched out naked beside me. His beautiful male body was just as imposing as the first time I saw him. His cock was now soft but it looked satisfied lying across his thigh. I knew then that I was going to want all of him I could have, any time he wanted me. I hoped it was going to be for a long long time.

It was late when I woke; Josh was gone. I got up to take a shower when I heard the water running. Oh boy, Josh was still here! Naked I headed for the bathroom and Josh. I pulled back the shower door and there was Ray!

"Were you expecting someone else?" Before I had time to answer he spoke again. "I saw you on the bed and it didn't take a rocket scientist to know where you were today." He didn't sound mad, maybe disappointed.

"Ray, we both knew that today was going to come when we took the jobs. I'm quite sure that you didn't spend all day looking at the scenery."

"I know but seeing you made it all that much more real." He took my hand and pulled me into the shower with him. "Did you shower with him?" I could only nod. "Why haven't we ever taken a shower together?"

"There are a lot of thing we never did together, including just talking to each other. I was afraid to tell you what I was feeling and you didn't really want to listen. We were both raised to be good girls and boys. That worked fine until we married and neither one of us knew what to expect. You didn't know what it took to please me and I didn't know enough to tell you. I do know that I love you and that I will even when this week is over. I know that this will not end here and that you will be with Iris on the trips. I don't expect you to not take what is offered from her. She is beautiful; no man could be expected to turn her down."

"Just as I know you will be with her I know I will be with Josh. I had fun today and I'm sure you did as well. I won't lie to you; it was good with him and I will be with him tomorrow and the day after and until the day he no longer wants me. When we leave here and go back home I want to go home with you, if you still want me."

He pulled me under the water with him. He held me in his arms as the water showered down over us. "I'm sorry Sandy. I'm sorry for not pleasing you in bed. I know now how selfish I was to treat you like I did. Today I learned that you have needs that I should have taken are of. Iris is a good teacher, I wasn't that good a student but I'm learning. I will always want you for my wife."

He kissed me and it was the man I really love that was kissing me. I returned the kiss. We bathed each other; maybe not like Josh and me but it was a start. As we dried off he said. "I would like to take you to bed and love you."

"I would like that also, but to tell the truth, I am a little sore."

"I was just talking; I don't think I could get it up again if I had too." 

I looked down at his cock that only partially hard. My hand moved down to hold him. "I wouldn't be to sure about that; I learned a little today myself." He kissed me and we dressed and went to meet Josh and Iris for dinner. We were starved. All four of us were so involved that we forgot about lunch.

We had a delicious meal served out by the pool. Afterwards the servers cleaned up the dishes and we sat around talking as if we had not been having sex all day. I was seated next to Josh and looked across at Ray with Iris. I wondered what had gone on with them all day. I wondered if he had the same thoughts about me. I leaned over and whispered where only Josh could hear. He looked at me funny and then a smile crossed his face. He nodded ok and went to mix all of us another drink.

When that round was finished he stood and took me by my hand and led me to a deck chair. He sat down and pulled me into his lap. I saw Ray watching as he turned my face to him and kissed me. I put my arms around his neck and returned the kiss, open mouth tongue and all. His hand came up to hold my breast. I felt weird letting him kiss me and hold my breasts with my husband looking on until I saw that Iris had her hand on his cock and that he was hard. I turned back to Josh and forgot about Ray.

Slowly, one button at a time he opened my blouse and folded it back from my shoulders. Since I had nothing on but my blouse and skirt I was soon naked to the waist. I glanced at Ray, and Iris was pretty much in the same condition as I was. Josh's lips had moved down to sucking on my nipples and I held his head to them, he made it feel so good to have his lips on me. He pushed me up and turned me towards him. The snap on my short skirt was soon open and he pushed it down my hips and off my feet. I was completely naked before my black boss and my husband; I loved it!" I spared a glance at Ray and saw that even though he was heavily involved with Iris he was glancing at us. 

I turned my attention back to josh and pulled his shirt over his head. I reached for his pants and opened the fly. He lifted his hips and I worked them down his legs and off. His big black cock was now hard and standing up straight before me. His hands were back on my breasts as was his mouth. I loved each touch of his long fingers on my naked body. He could feel me tremble and know I wanted him in me. His long fingers stroked down my body to my legs where he worked his hands back up both of them. His fingers were on the out side but his thumbs were on the inside. A moment later his thumbs made contact with my cunt lips and separated them. His hands pulled me forward and I took his cock in my hand and guided it to my waiting cunt. 

As I lined the head up with my opening, that he had spread and waiting, he pulled me forward and down on him. The head slid through and he released my cunt lips to close around him. The weight of my body let me settle the rest of the way down on him until I was setting in his lap with his black cock buried in my white pussy. Oh how I loved it! Big, black, and very hard and he was in me! I couldn't help crying out to him; "Fuck me! Fuck me!" He had pulled me close and I could feel his hard chest pressing against my hard nipples; oh what a feeling! Then he kissed me and pulled me tighter down on his hard cock. I climaxed as he shot a load of cum deep in me, I know I was screaming and couldn't stop myself! Didn't want to stop myself; I was loving it more each time he fucked me. 

It took a few minutes to return to my self. I looked over at Ray and Iris where he was just getting off her. I could tell that she had a screaming climax herself as she was out of it. Ray looked at me and picked up his clothes. He leaned over and kissed Iris and left, he didn't bother looking back. I wondered if I had really fucked up big time this time.

Josh wanted me to stay with him that night but I declined. "I would love too but I think I need to go do some repair work to my marriage." I kissed him goodnight and spoke to Iris as I went back to our room. 

I was still naked with cum running down my legs when I got to the room. I heard Ray turn on the shower. I tossed my clothes on the chair and opened the bathroom door. The shower was closed and he didn't hear me enter. Not knowing what to expect, but knowing I had to do something, I took a deep breath and opened the door. "Like some company?" I move in the shower and closed the door after me. He didn't speak.

"Give me the soap and I will bath you, then you can bath me." He hadn't said a word but handed me the soap. I bathed his back and down his hips all the way to his feet. The shower was soaking me as I knelt at his feet. Still kneeling I turned him and to face me and washed his from his feet up his legs. As I reached his manhood I didn't hesitate, I lifted his soft cock and washed his balls and then his cock. I was taking my time as I wanted him to get excited. At first I didn't think it was going to work but then I saw it start to lift. Maybe there was hope for us yet.




Desperate



I washed his body to his nipples where I took time to kiss each one before moving to his face. He was looking at me with a strange look in his eyes, as if he didn't know what to do. I pulled his face down to me and on my toes I kissed him. At first he didn't respond but gradually his mouth opened and I slid my tongue into his mouth. I don't know if I had ever been the aggressor before. I just know I loved kissing my husband. As the kisses got hotter I broke away and kissed down his body to his hard cock. I took it in my hands and guided him into my mouth. For the first time in our marriage I was giving Ray a blow job!

I didn't know if he had anything left to give me but if he did I wanted it all. I hated that it took sucking Josh's cock before I would do my husband, but better late than never. It didn't take nearly as long as I had thought it might before I felt him swelling. "Sandy, stop. I'm about to pop." Those were the best words I could hear right then. He pushed against my head to get my mouth from him. I wasn't about to be deigned now. I pulled him deeper and wrapped my tongue around him and sucked liked I would starve if I didn't get him in my mouth. He groaned and let out a sigh as he pulled my head tighter and unloaded a huge load of cum on my tongue. He got something then that Josh had not got before; I swallowed everything he had and cleaned his cock until I reached and for the soap and cleaned him of completely. 

I stood up and handed him the soap. I turned my back to him. "You can wash me now." He did until is mouth and fingers had me climbing the shower walls. He picked me up and carried me wet and naked to the bed. As I lay back he moved over me and I reached down to guide his cock home. He might not have been as large as Josh but he was longer, and he was my husband and I loved him. I pulled him down on me and wrapped my legs around his waist. How had he got so hard so soon? He felt wonderful in me as he began to move. What ever the reason, whether it was because we had fucked around so much that day are what but he made love to me for nearly an hour before He climaxed; taking me with him for my third time since he entered me. He stayed in me until he went soft and then pulled me into his arms

We both slept like babies until early morning when I felt his hands between my legs. I opened to him and he gave me another climax as we came together. He held me as we discussed out situation. "Ray, were you mad or jealous last night when you left Iris for the shower?"

"You want the truth?" I nodded that I did. "Neither, I was fucking turned on when I saw you and him together. What kind of sick bastard does that make me that seeing him fucking you turns me on? I was disgusted with myself, not you. I was surprised that he would just fuck you right in front of me and Iris."

"That wasn't his idea Ray; it was mine that he did me with you there."

"Why would you want me to see you getting his black dick? Were you trying to make me jealous?"

"No, we have known this was going to happen at some point. I know that you spent all day with Iris and me with Josh. We both know we spent the day having sex but I wanted you to know what we did. I wanted to see you and her together. Does that make me sick also? I just didn't want either of us ruining our marriage just picturing what the other two were doing."

"Well I got a pretty good idea last night that you liked what you were doing with him."

"I'm not going to lie to you, I liked what josh did to me, all day yesterday and last night. You know you have wanted to get Iris in bed from day one, why do you think I would be any different with Josh. On top of all that, our sex life hasn't been all that hot since we married."

"Sandy, I know and it was my entire fault."

"No, it hasn't been all your fault. I am just as much at fault as you. We were both so innocent when we married. You didn't know what I wanted and I didn't know what to tell you. Josh taught me a lot and I think Iris did you if last night was any indication."

"So where do we go from here?"

"Ray, we have the same choice now that we had when we took the jobs. We can tell them its over and we can go back home and start looking for another job, or we can do what we agreed and take each day at a time, knowing that I am going to be with Josh and you with Iris. I know that you will be in her bed when you are out of town together and I will be in Josh's."

"Who makes the call?"

"I guess we both do. You haven't told me how you felt being with her?"

He turned a little red. "Good, better than good. It was great! She wouldn't let me stop when I went to quit. She made me do things that I wanted to do with you but was afraid you wouldn't like it and think I was some kind of nut case."

"What things?"

"She did me like you did in the shower last night, and I returned the favor."

"Did you like it?"

"Sure, from both of you."

"I'm not talking about the blow jobs."

"Yea, it was pretty good to know that I could bring her off like that."

"You didn't return the favor to me last night."

"No but I will, last night I just wanted to be in you; to feel you wrapped around me and cum inside of you where I saw him just a few minutes before. Now you tell me about your day."

"Like yours. He came to my room and one thing lead to another and we fucked. It was good, but it got even better each time we were together. He was the first one to lick me down there and I loved it. I took him in my mouth for the first time ever. I wasn't very good at it but he was patient with me. I got better by the time I got in the shower with you."

"So does this mean we continue with them?"

"I will if you will. If not then I will go home with you and be your wife."

"Then we stay. What do you want to do now?"

"I want you to return the favor and then go out and let Josh fuck me all day long."

That is pretty much what happened for the next two weeks. I spent every day with Josh and Ray with Iris. Sometimes we were together and at other times just the two of us. He made love to me in every form and fashion until I couldn't get enough of him. When we left for home he was just as much my husband as Ray except for the paper that said I belonged to Ray. Sex with Ray had improved to the point that I climaxed almost every time we fucked. That was one other good thing that came out of the two weeks with Josh and Iris.

Five years later.

The company had grown beyond expectations. After three years Ray was in charge of the US Company and Josh and Iris had gone back to the island. We now had over twenty employees and were shipping orders all over the US. We were able to purchase a new home, much nicer than any I had ever dreamed of having. 

Now five years later Ray and I were seated out by our pool reminiscing about how we had come to be where we are now. "Sandy, if you had it to do all over again would you do the same thing?"

I think we both knew the answer to that. "Yes, it has turned out pretty good for both of us. What about you?"

"Yes, the only thing I would change was how I treated you the first year we were married." 

Sex was now a large part of our life. Both together and with others. Ray had hired a lovely black girl to take my place and I took over Iris's. I knew he was fucking her at once and on the few trips I made out of town the young black market graduate spent most of his nights with me. Ray knew what was going on and understood. Jeff was young and sexy and could last a long time I enjoyed the sex with him. He wasn't Josh and no one would ever take his place with me. 

Over the years of the four of us together it was for the sex for Ray and Iris. It was much more for me and Josh. I loved the man and I think he loved me. Until he moved back to the island we made love constantly even when Ray was home. When he was on the road we lived together. I never got tired of him filling my pussy with his big black cock; Black being the operative word. The big turn on for him was me being blond. The same for me with him being black. We often lay together after a hot fucking and just looked and touched each others bodies. The different in our body color was talked about with both of us acknowledging how much we liked it. 

I just returned today from a weeks stay in the island with Josh while Iris spent the time with Ray. It was to be our last time together as Ray and I wanted a baby. We all agreed that we would discontinue out sex together until I got pregnant. It was during the week that Josh let it be known that he would like to father a child with me. I would have liked that also only I knew the trouble it would cause in my family. My father would never have forgiven me. Thankfully they never knew about Ray and my life style. I knew that I was the only one that was going to quit having sex with someone else. Ray wasn't about to give up his little black receptionists. 

It has been a month since my last time with Josh and I was missing him. Ray had worked hard at getting me pregnant ad I have to admit that part was fun. I was due for my period to start this week and I hope it doesn't happen. The first think I am going to do when I hear the good news is call Josh. We just agreed to stop until I was pregnant, not until the baby is born. I can't wait to be with him again. I promised him that the next baby would be his. Desperation causes people to do things they would have never thought possible. That desperation turned into the best love of my life. I shutter how life would have been for Ray and I without Josh and Iris. Yes, I would do it all over again, again, again, and again; just the way Josh makes love to me.



Desperate at the Doctors



Desperate At The Doctors - A Full Bladder Needed

all feedback welcome

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The letter said "Ensure you have a full bladder." Mine wasn't so much full as overflowing like a sink with the tap left running. I had arrived at the surgery with two minutes to spare before my appointment. Just my luck that they were running late today as well.

I didn't know what my stomach cramps were, but then that was what the scan was for. I stood up as another pang of pain shot through me, they better not be much longer.

"Hi," I said to a receptionist half my age. "I know I'm meant to have a full bladder but I'm dying to pee. Do you mind if I use the bathroom?"

She frowned at me. "We really do advise you to wait until after your appointment Miss Welles. Please take a seat,. I'm sure they won't be much longer."

I sat back down, ignoring the supportive glances of the other women in the surgery as another twenty minutes slowly ticked by. Finally just as I felt about to burst the speaker burst into life. "Miss Welles please for Doctor Carmody."

I almost ran through the surgery door, along the corridor and past the waiting doctor who smiled at me. "Miss Welles?"

She looked far too young to be wearing that lab coat, barely out of her teens and not a single wrinkle in sight. "Come in and climb on here," she said, pointing towards the bed. 

I clambered up, trying to ignore my desperation. "Can we get this over with quickly?" I asked, "I really need to pee."

"Well that's good," she replied, taking a seat beside me and beginning to coat the ultrasound wand with gel from a bottle on the desk. "I'll be as quick as we can and then you can use the bathroom I promise. Okay?"

I nodded, hoping she meant it, I hadn't wet myself since I was a child and didn't want to start doing it again now. 

"Do you mind if I lift your dress or would you prefer to do it?"

I reached down and tugged at the hem of my dress, raising it to lay across my bust. I glanced down and wished I'd chosen different panties, these plain white ones made me look so dowdy. Still nobody but the two of us would see them. The doctor typed something into the computer beside her before swivelling the chair back towards me. "Let's get started shall we?"

She gently placed the wand on my stomach. This isn't so bad, I was thinking just as she suddenly pressed down hard. I moaned in pain, the need to pee was excruciating now. "Can you be gentler?" I asked. "I really need to go."

"I know, " she soothed, ignoring me and continuing to probe across my stomach, pressing hard into my bladder. "I'm just going to get my assistant in here for a second opinion. Hold on a second."

She pressed on the intercom. "Sophie, could you come in here please."

The door opened moments later and a woman younger than the doctor walked in. They whispered in the corner for a few moments before turning back to me, my legs clamped tightly together as I tried to distract myself from the urgent need to pee.

"Hi," Sophie said. "I think we need to scan a little bit lower. Do you mind if we take those panties down?"

I nodded, my face flushing slightly. Sophie hooked her hands into the elastic and slowly peeled them from my legs. She passed them to me and turned to Doctor Carmody. "Clare, I think we need to have legs up too, wouldn't you agree?

Doctor Carmody nodded and they each took one of my ankles, lifting them into the stirrups placed at the end of the bed. In this position I felt both nervous and exposed. My vagina was on show now to two strangers and to make matters worse if this took any longer they might both see me pee myself on their bed. 

Sophie picked up the wand and began to run it over my stomach, covering a wider area than the doctor. She probed into the skin just under my breasts before working down gradually, ending up pressing it into the skin directly above my clitoris, making my bladder feel like it might explode at any moment. I winced as I felt a little trickle of pee flow dribble out of me, soaking into the layer of tissue paper that had been draped over the bed, immediately darkening it. 

To their credit neither of the women commented but I felt the wand press harder into me and a second trickle dripped out, this time strengthening to a stronger flow. The pool of darkness under me widened and I could hear the awful hissing sound of me peeing. I tensed up every muscle in my body and somehow managed to stop any more from coming out. 

Finally the pressure from the ultrasound stopped, though my feet remained in the stirrups. I waited whilst the two them whispered to each other once more. 

"Can I go to the bathroom now?" I asked, interrupting them. They both turned to me.

"Not just yet I'm afraid," Doctor Carmody said. "Just another minute. We just need to examine you a bit more closely."

I watched Sophie apply the ultrasound gel to her hands, rubbing it into to the finger tips. "This might feel a little bit cold. I'll be as quick as I can."

I breathed in sharply as I felt her place her hand on my labia. She pulled the lips apart and moved her face closer. Her other hand lay flat on my lower stomach and as she pressed down I felt her little finger just brush over the top of my clitoris. I winced, the tingle of pleasure was out of place in a surgery like this and it had made my desire to pee even stronger. Sophie moved her face closer, I could feel her breath on me as she peered at my most intimate area. 

Another pang of pain shot through my bladder, making me shudder. I couldn't help myself then, a gush of pee sprayed out of me and hit Sophie directly in the face. I expected her to jerk backwards and she did but not straight away. She spent at least five seconds frozen to the spot, I assumed in shock. My piss had splashed into her open mouth, making her cough and splutter. As she pushed the chair backwards I craned my neck to see my urine dripping off her chin. 

"I'm so sorry," I muttered, my face bright red.

"Don't worry," she smiled, wiping her face with a length of paper towel. "It's okay. We've had worse here before haven't we Clare?"

I was continuing to pee, the flow feeling like it could last forever. The two of them stood watching as a puddle began to spread across the floor under the bed. I waited, wanting to die, until finally it stopped.

"Should I go?" I asked, unable to look either of them in the eye.

"No," Sophie said. "We better finish the exam. That is, if you're finished?" She raised her eyebrows. I nodded in response.

Sitting back down, Sophie moved towards me with her roll of paper towel. "Let's dry you off," she said as she began to dab at my legs with the towels. Next she pressed paper against my labia, pressing it between and I felt her finger slide under it, covered with paper to keep it hidden from the doctor as it slid slowly inside me. I gasped in shock but then felt a strange warmth spreading through me. For reasons I couldn't explain, I wanted her to keep the finger inside me. I felt empty when she withdrew it, pressing a towel to my clit and stroking it softly more times than was really necessary to dry me.

The next few minutes passed in a daze as Sophie prodded round my stomach and vagina, though not going inside me again. Finally she was done and I was allowed to sit up. I looked for my panties but they'd somehow fallen off the bed and were now soaked in my urine. I picked them up and wrung them out.

"Maybe go without, stop the risk of infection," Doctor Carmody said, taking them from me. They promised me results by my next appointment and ushered me out the door.

The End...for now! 




Desperate Cashier



My first job after high school was as a cashier at a retail store at the nearby mall. The pay was okay, the people working and shopping there were friendly and polite, and my supervisors were pretty accommodating with me taking classes. Unfortunately, retail gets really hectic as the holidays approach. I got some first-hand experience with this fact one particularly busy night, and it was an experience I will never forget.

It all started innocuously enough during my lunch break. I had a sandwich and a large soda in the food court. It was really good, and I almost lost track of the time. Glancing at my watch I realize I don't have much time left, so I gulp down the last of my drink and head back to my store. As I'm walking, I feel the first signal of a need to urinate, but I don't give it much thought. Besides, I need to sign back in and get back to my register. I don't want to keep anyone from taking their break. 

As I get back to the break room to sign back in, I realize I probably should go to the bathroom. My boss is there, though, and I really don't have more time. I head back to my register and pass the word on to a coworker that they can now take their break. It's still quite busy, but I'm not the only one working at this set of registers, so business isn't too overwhelming. I'm able to focus on my work and ignore the fluids building up in my bladder.

About an hour or so later, the throngs of people have subsided and it is pretty quiet. Large piles of merchandise that customers decided they did not want as they were in line have accumulated at the registers, which my coworkers and I will need to put away. The fluids I drank during my break have all but finished making their way to my bladder. I feel the sudden pang of discomfort and shift on my feet. I am not too worried at this point, I know I have another break coming up.

I don't feel like staying late to put stuff away, so while I do not have anyone queued at my register, I collect an assortment of items to put away. The walking and the way my belt and pants fit across my stomach makes me I feel a modest amount of discomfort in my stretching bladder. Soon, it's all I can think about. I know I have a break coming up and my bladder isn't so full that I should be worried. Perhaps all the stories I had been reading about accidents was making me over-react and panic now that I might be facing the prospect of having one. Despite my fears, I know I can hold it. Probably....

Heading back to my register, I was hopeful I would be getting my next break within the next hour. After cleaning up the registers, I continued to check out customers. My bladder wasn't so full that it was distracting, but it was definitely the first thing on my mind when my job was not. As the night went on and the sale rush died down, I had less and less to keep me occupied. I was uncomfortable, but I could deal with it until my break.

My supervisor came out to my register bank and told my coworker she could take her break. I casually asked my supervisor if I should take my last break when my coworker got back. She made a confused face and looked over the schedule, then told me that I do not get a break because I am not working enough hours tonight.

This wasn't the first time I made the first time of planning for breaks I did not have. This time, it was a problem though. The fluids I had drank throughout the day had made their way to my bladder and I was getting urgent signals to go to the bathroom. Making this worse is the fact that I am the only one at my set of registers and cannot just walk off to the bathroom and take a piss. I start to get worried realizing I would be standing around with a bursting bladder for about an hour and a half.

Time is moving at an agonizingly slow pace. I have to keep readjusting my pants to keep my belt from pulling in too tightly on my bladder. It is hard to stand still, but I leaning back against the counter and clenching my legs helps. I try to occupy myself by cleaning up the displays near my registers, but it usually isn't too long before some lone customer comes to me ready to ring up the purchase. A few of them try to make idle small talk, asking about how long the night is or how busy it was. I wonder if some of them know my predicament.

As my set of registers is about to close down, some straggling customers make their way to me, keeping my supervisor from closing the register and me from relief. I smile politely and bear it as best I can, and slowly my line is closed and I can count down my till. I walk with my supervisor to the break room to do just that, while inside I am willing everything to speed up so I can get to the bathroom immediately.

In the break room, I am able to sit down. I squirm in the seat and clench my legs. I am trying to count up the money in the register as quickly and accurately as I can manage with my bladder screaming for imminent relief. When I am done, I catch a little luck. My supervisor says she will turn in the register, so I can go home now. I breathe a sigh of relief and go to sign out, then head to make a much needed stop at the bathroom.

As I reach the break room door and pull it open, one of my coworkers is about to walk in. She is very attractive and about my age. Normally, this would be a pleasant encounter, but at that moment, I was muttering something under my breath about how badly I need to pee. I feel myself blush with embarrassment. I excuse myself and step out of the way to let her by.

The bathrooms are right near the break room, so all I have to do is make a quick turn. Doing that brings me to a horrible sight. The men's rooms is blocked off for cleaning. The door squeaks closed slowly as the janitor is just stepping in. I curse under my breath. My bladder sensed release was so close, but is to be denied again. I feel a spasm and can't help but squirm and jam my hand into my crotch as I clench my legs together tightly. With my protesting bladder under control, I decide to drive home rather than wait out the cleaning.

I mentally prepare myself and my aching bladder for a half hour drive and turn to go home. I am horrified again to see the same sexy young coworker who had heard my not so silent confession of desperation just a moment ago still standing at the break room door. Our eyes meet, and I realize she has been watching me this whole time. I feel myself blush bright red thinking about how she must have seen me squirming and holding myself. She tries to mask an excited, devilish smirk with an innocent smile. I walk past hurriedly as we exchange courteous goodbyes.

I get into my car quickly, and just as quickly, I am fidgeting in the seat trying to keep my pent up urine in my bladder. The embarrassment it has just caused me makes things worse now. I am in disbelief that my coworker and friend had just seen me looking like I was about to pee myself. I put my seatbelt on, squeeze my legs together, press my free hand between them, and start the engine.

Driving while bursting to piss is hard. I constantly want to move and shift and squirm around, but I cannot or will likely have a much more dangerous type of accident to worry about. My leg is bouncing and it feels like I will pee my pants if I stop. There isn't much traffic, so I don't have much to worry about there. The stoplights are a mixed blessing. Although I know they are delaying me getting to a bathroom, they also give me a little time to squirm and do what I need to do to hold it.

Finally, my desperate drive comes to an end. Parking the car turns out to be quite challenging. There isn't much room in my garage, so I have to keep twisting and turning to make sure I don't hit anything. I wince as I get out of the car, holding myself. I lock the garage, pee-pee dancing and fumbling with the keys, then again to get in the house. With relief so close, I cannot do anything but run straight to the toilet, clutching myself all the way. I am barely able to tear open my zipper and pull out my penis before my bladder releases and I take the most relieving piss of my life.



Desperate Confusion



Paul thoroughly enjoyed his extramarital affair with Stacy, but the guilt had begun to affect him. He also feared being caught. The last thing that he wanted was a divorce, since it would mean eternal damnation according to his belief system. 

Nevertheless, he couldn't bring himself to end his relationship with the single mom. Not only was she absolutely delightful in bed, but she also seemed to understand and respect him more than his own wife did. It was a terrible dilemma for the exterminator. He wanted to stay married and avoid getting caught, but he also wanted his mistress. He couldn't give either of them up. 

Michelle, for her part, had an awful secret as well. She had gotten an abortion behind Paul's back, because she didn't want any more children. It was against her Catholic faith, but she justified it by telling herself that it was dangerous to have more children so soon after her last baby. However, she knew that this act would enrage her husband if he discovered the truth.

She also felt guilty about having secret sexual fantasies about her friend, Karen. She didn't know why she desired to fuck a woman, but Karen was a former co-worker who had always seemed to provide her with risqué humor and plenty of fun. Of course, she was also in an unofficial marriage with a man named Rick and she was about a dozen years Michelle's senior.

The idea of being bisexual confused and terrified her. She knew that she wasn't a lesbian, because a lot of men excited her, but she now doubted that she was straight. Some of her thoughts, such as bending Karen over and licking her ass, particularly frightened her. Why would she want anything to do with anal sex? That was dirty and sick! She never did stuff like that with her husband, even when he asked to rim her.

Stacy, meanwhile, had no worries beyond what Michelle might do to her if she found out about the affair. She could just picture the jealous fury on her co-worker's face. She DID feel some guilt, but she thought that the wife, in this case, had asked for it by taking Paul for granted. That was something that Stacy could NEVER do. He was too great of a lover to her for that to happen. After all, didn't she deserve to be happy with a good man, even if it meant that his sour spouse would be hurt?

Paul knew how his paramour felt about his wife, but he thought that it was a lot easier for an outsider to take a harder and more disinterested view of his marriage than he did. Of course, Stacy didn't regard the matter of pain for his mate to be that important; she was not obligated by vows and a sacrament to either of them. If he were not Catholic, it would only be vows and a contract, but he firmly held to the tenets of his church, even though he presently engaged in violating them. 

So, while a seemingly strict Catholic wife and mother hid her abortion and Sapphic lust behind a confusing and contradictory façade, her equally fearful husband anxiously continued his adulterous liaisons with his mistress. He simply kept a tight lipped, placid appearance, while his worried spouse maintained her determination to seem simultaneously faithful and voyeuristic. Stacy just had a grin on her face that she refused to explain to anyone, especially her lover's official partner. She was the LEAST nervous person in that love triangle. 

Nevertheless, secrets of such a powerful nature are difficult to keep, so Michelle let her cover slip on the matter of the abortion during a particularly angry dispute with Paul. He pointed out that she still seemed to hold a grudge against him for making her give him a 2nd child, when she snapped back at him.

"You won THAT battle, but you have lost the war! I'll NEVER bear you any more children! I've acted once to stop it and I will again if I must!" she thundered at a stunned husband. 

"Mother of God! What the hell do you mean by that? How did you prevent it? Is that why our sex life has gone downhill? Have you been putting me off in the past week to keep from having more kids?" he demanded furiously.

"Partly. I was fertile last week, but if you had gotten me into bed, I'd simply have killed it like the last one!" she shouted.

"Kill what? What are you talking about? Did you have an abortion? Michelle, that's murder!" he probed with a mixture of panic and anger.

"Yes, I had an abortion. I know it's murder, but I don't fucking care right now. The child was better off dead than growing up with us. You're always complaining about my 'attitude' and I'm constantly mad at you lately. We're a terrible couple to raise a family and I REFUSE to have more rugrats anyway," Michelle declared.

"Yes, we do make a bad pair, don't we? Well, that's still no excuse for murder, dear. There IS such a thing as adoption, you know. Mind you, I'm in no place to lecture you about morality. I have to confess that I've been cheating on you," Paul responded.

"WHAT? Who's the slut? Who have you been fucking on the side, Paul? What's her name?" she screamed at him.

"Stacy. I've been sleeping with your co-worker. It started out as a fantasy, but I let it come true when I fumigated her apartment. It was wrong, but I can't stop doing it with her. I actually ENJOY her company in bed," he confessed.

"So, you're going to just keep fucking the tramp, are you? Don't I have anything to say about this? I'm your WIFE, for God's sake, man! You swore vows to me and took part in a sacrament in the Church! Now, I have to choose whether to put up with your infidelity and go to Heaven as a martyred wife or leave you and make sure that BOTH of us burn in Hell! There is NO SUCH THING as divorce for a Catholic; you DO remember that, don't you, Paul? You were in catechism. I can't divorce you! It's a mortal sin!" she yelled at him.

"Well, you can separate from me. I can move into the spare bedroom or somewhere else. Whatever the case, I don't need your sanctimonious claptrap right now! You fucking killed our baby! That's a far cry from an affair!" he retorted.

"Okay, but why? Why cheat on me? What have I possibly done to deserve such a betrayal? I've never been unfaithful to you!" Michelle demanded. 

"Well, you sure sent me confusing signals about that, don't you? Of course, I never thought that you were ACTUALLY getting some on the side, but I wondered from time to time about that. I especially feared that you'd get drunk and do that. However, I'm not the model of marital fidelity anymore, am I? Be that as it may, abortion is a lot worse than adultery! I hurt a grown woman who happens to be my wife and the mother of my children. YOU, on the other hand, hired a so-called doctor who deserves to lose his license to kill an innocent child. Are you hiding anything else?" Paul declared. 

"Well, maybe. How did my partying and going to male strippers mean that I was cheating, any more than your doing so made you unfaithful? Do you actually think that I would get so drunk that I would let some stranger seduce me? If anyone succeeded with me, it wouldn't be any of the strippers or guys at a bar. It wouldn't be a man at all. 

"I have certain feelings for a girlfriend of mine, but she is involved and I'm married. Besides, I have mixed emotions about same sex activities. I guess that I've made too much of my fidelity because of her. I wanted to convince myself and others that I'm a straight, old-fashioned Catholic wife with basically traditional values, even if that is only partly true. If I leered at men too eagerly for your comfort, that was also because of my confusion. I'm sorry if I made you wonder about me. I guess that I've been a royal bitch lately. I haven't even made love to you in a while, have I?

"As for the abortion, well, I suppose that you're right. It's a pretty serious matter. I know it's a mortal sin. I know that you're furious that I've denied you children by that means. I've been selfish and dishonest. I've been overly critical of you in general. However, you are no saint yourself. You cheated on me and you have yet to explain why you did it," she commented. 

"That's very simple. I was unhappy with you and wanted to sleep with someone with whom I could get along for a change. It was a pleasant difference, I must admit. That doesn't excuse my affair, but it IS my reason for it. She was friendly, willing, and available. Also, the fact that you took me for granted, because of my breast fetish, made me want to prove you wrong by screwing a woman who wasn't the busty type. There is nothing else to say," he admitted.

"So, that is it. Are you going to keep fucking around on me every time that you feel mistreated? For that matter, are you ever going to stop sleeping with Stacy? It sounded earlier like you weren't ready to give her up. I can't keep looking over my shoulders to see if you are going to betray me with another woman. I can't leave you either. I don't think that you really want to leave me, do you? You wanted children. Would you want them wondering where Daddy is? There is no solution here. For once, I don't have any answers. If you want to be head of the household, this is your chance, honey. You can figure something out for us," she urged him.

"You're right. I don't want to leave you. I don't want to break it off with Stacy, either. What I would want to do is not something that you could probably accept. I want to keep BOTH of you girls. I don't expect that you'll actually go along with that, but it is the only solution that I can propose wholeheartedly. Aside from that, I have nothing to suggest," he finally stated.

"So, you want to keep your present situation of a wife and a mistress, only now we'll both know about each other? What do I get if I agree to that? Shouldn't you grant me a favor in exchange for one? I think that I should be able to take a lover if you can: a woman. I want my own mistress. I think that's only fair, don't you? 

"I love you, but I refuse to let you set a double standard. I'm not a weakling, you know. I'll put up with some things that are past, because of my own lies and cruelty. However, if we're going to start our marriage all over again, we need to treat each other with more honesty and respect than before. 

"I would also suggest that you use a condom with me, since you want more children and I don't. Moreover, with each of us having lovers, there is a greater risk of disease that we shouldn't pass on to each other. I know that the Church forbids birth control, but we haven't exactly obeyed it in other things, have we?" Michelle responded.

"This other woman wouldn't be that girlfriend of yours, would she?" Paul asked suspiciously.

"No. Her boyfriend hasn't done anything to deserve that. I want some time to find a lover. Since you will have sex with Stacy during that period, I should get to try out some women before making my final choice. After all, you played the field a bit before we met. Don't worry. I won't neglect our children or become too promiscuous. I just want to experiment with a variety of women. I've never acted on my desires before. This is my opportunity. Whatever the case, you have my word that I will be careful with them. The condoms should help as well," she reassured him. 

"Very well. I'll compromise. We'll both get what we want this way. The condom idea makes sense, as I don't want to catch anything from you. I also don't want to give any diseases to Stacy. I wouldn't want to give you anything that I caught from her, either. I know that I hurt you with my affair, just as you hurt me with your abortion, but I still love you. I know that you still love me, as you have said so. 

"Since we have agreed not to separate or divorce, we'll just have to live with our past sins as well as our present ones. More to the point, we'll have to live with each other's sins. We must keep this secret from our kids, of course. They don't need to know about our activities, past or present," he concurred, though somewhat sad that they had admitted the failure of their attempt to conform to the ideals of their religion.

"True. It does make you wonder, doesn't? I mean, if it's so difficult and stressful to live by the principles of the Church, maybe Roman Catholicism isn't so right. After all, we have to disobey it's rules in order to do a lot of things or prevent them. 

"If we had used birth control, for instance, there would have been no abortion. If we had taken lovers with each other's consent in the past, you'd have the children you want without putting me through the trouble of pregnancy again. I don't mind a child or two, but that's my limit. My health is being affected by these pregnancies, I suspect. That placenta previa occurrence happened just once, but it scared the shit out of me.

"What I'm saying is that maybe we should look for spiritual enlightenment elsewhere. It may be that you find it in one place and I do in another. We can still stay together, though. Face it. We're not going to make it as Catholics, even if the Church is, by some chance, correct. That's just my thought," Michelle suggested. 

"Yes, I've often wondered about that, but told myself to dismiss the doubts and just believe what the Church teaches. The more directly it affects you, though, the more seriously you have to weigh the issues and see who's right. Perhaps we can visit a couple of different places of worship in the next few weeks and see if any of them appeal to us," Paul agreed. 

"It affects me for sure. I like girls as well as guys. That's NEVER going to be acceptable to the Vatican. You have a mistress. That's also a serious sin, perhaps a mortal one, depending on one's definition of adultery. I just can't see same-sex lust as a choice and an abomination anymore, having admitted to those desires myself. That would mean that I would have to damn myself for bisexuality. That changes my perspective on the whole question of faith," she declared. 

"Exactly. A man like me or a woman like you is persona non grata in the eyes of the Church," he commented.

"Indeed, now can we stop talking about sex and shop for some condoms so we can fuck? I'm horny now. I want to do something with you that I have never done before. I'd like to try anal sex tonight," Michelle announced. 

"YOU want to take my cock up the ASS? That's a wild side of you coming out for sure! I thought the bisexual thing was dramatically different from your conservative upbringing, but that's pretty intense! Not that I object! I've been wanting to fuck your ass for a while," Paul reacted with shock. 

"Good. I just hope that you lube my butt enough for your cock. It IS fairly large, you know," she urged him.

"Agreed," he said, as they left for the convenience store (by themselves, as the kids were with her parents for the week).

After quickly buying the rubbers, lube, and beer (which they felt useful to relax themselves), they headed straight for home. Shedding their clothes, the couple drank a few cans of beer between them and attacked each other like newlyweds. There was a lot of pent-up lust and they acted on it. 

Michelle sucked Paul's cock more voraciously than she ever had in the past. She wanted it to be hard enough for her backdoor. When it was stiff, he slipped on the first condom, lubed it up, and began to enter his wife's ass. She gasped from the pain when he started butt-fucking her. That stopped after he allowed her to adjust to the experience of his dick in her bottom. 

Once she had accepted his full length in her tush, he thrust more vigorously into her sphincter. He rammed her ass with his cock, riding his plump wife like a thoroughbred. The harder he pushed, the wetter she became. Even with the raincoat that he wore, his dick felt the effect of her rectal muscles on it. He kept straining to make sure that he didn't cum early. 

"Damn! That's amazing!" Michelle grunted finally as she came. 

"Yes, it is! Holy shit, I'm cumming now!" Paul groaned as he expelled his seed into the rubber. 

"Next time, though, I want your cock inside me, without the condom! I've changed my mind about the whole protection thing," she announced.

"Why request that now?" he asked.

"Because I'm not used to having a latex sheath between me and my hubby's dick. I'll just try to be careful not to catch anything. Maybe I test any potential partners first, even if that is frustrating," she proposed. 

"Makes sense. I must admit that wearing a condom with my own wife sounds and feels just WEIRD. Let's NEVER do that again! The rubbers, I mean, not the anal," he urged her.

"My sentiments exactly," she concurred. 

"What are you going to do about preventing more children?" he probed.

"The pill. I'll just take birth control. It's not that difficult. I don't smoke and I don't plan to start," Michelle answered. 

"Okay. Well, as long as neither of us is promiscuous about the affairs, we should be fine. Which brings to mind another matter. We can't expect our mistresses to be any more exclusive with us than we are with them. Think that you can handle that? I can, but I'm not sure about you," Paul pointed out.

"I'll survive. I'll just pick a bi girl like myself and let her screw guys. What will you do about Stacy?" she responded.

"I'll let her have flings now and then, if she pleases. She's never brought it up, but I'll ask her anyway," he commented.

"I'm surprised about one thing," she stated.

"What's that?" he inquired.

"You've never mentioned or suggested a threesome. Most guys would in your situation," Michelle noted.

"I figured we were doing enough things that required adjustment without pushing ourselves too fast," Paul replied. 

"I wouldn't be opposed. You never know. It could resolve all of the issues quickly by making her OUR lover, not just yours. Unless, of course, you're jealous," she remarked.

"Well, it's an idea. As it is, Stacy has co-operated with my plans so far. It might work, as strange as it sounds for my wife to be proposing a menage a trois," he agreed.

"I'll bet you never would have guessed that your wife was interested in girls, either, but I am. Since I don't have the usual reasons to object and we're renewing our marriage as something less than exclusive, why not?" she reminded him.

"Well, it would clear up any issues about STDs and HIV. Plus, YOU would actually benefit from my affair for a change. Not to mention that you would get to know Stacy better and see that she really IS a special girl, despite her flaws," Paul reacted to his wife's proposition. 

"Just the three of us. It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Simple and straightforward, assuming that it works out. Why don't you call her and see what she says about it," Michelle encouraged him.

"Seems like a great plan. I just hope that she doesn't shoot it down. What about tonight?" he replied as he dialed his mistress's number.

Well, we are even now, Michelle thought. I can't get too pissed at Paul, in spite of his infidelity. I didn't help matters with my attitude toward him. Subconsciously, I must have pushed him toward a softer woman. That doesn't excuse his cheating, but I'm guilty of murder, which is even worse. I'm still hurt, but so is he. 

I'm bi anyway, so I might well have ended up having an affair with a woman eventually, given how poorly prepared I was for dealing with my desires. I wouldn't blame him for thinking that I got drunk and cheated while attending some bachelorette party. Hell, I blacked out enough times that I might well have, for all I know. I hope that doesn't mean that I'm an alcoholic. 

Damn, this has been one weird evening, Paul reflected. I got in a fight with Michelle, found out that she had an abortion, admitted to cheating on her with Stacy, discovered that my WIFE is bisexual, agreed to an unconventional marriage, considered the possibility of changing religions, had anal sex for the first time in my life, wore a condom for the first time in my marriage, and heard my supposedly straight-laced spouse suggest a threesome. I'm now waiting to see if my MISTRESS would like to fuck BOTH me and my WIFE, no less! Whoever said that truth is stranger than fiction understood reality quite well. This seems surreal. 




Desperate Confusion



Will Stacy agree to a three-way with Paul and Michelle? Will the three of them become a happy triad and stay together for life? Will one of them get jealous and ruin the whole thing? Will one of the women take a dislike to the other? What, in short, will happen to the exterminator, his wife, and his paramour? 

Let's just say that I'm weighing the possibilities and considering my options. Perhaps alternate endings are in order, but maybe that's the coward's way out. Then again, anyone risking the inevitable bad reviews that I expect from Michelle's reaction to the news of her husband's cheating is no coward. Of course, I'm a lot nicer to her than many writers are to the cuckold husbands in their stories, in that I actually give her something of a spine.



Desperate Debby



I sat on a beach chair stroking my dick. It was nice. My dick liked the fresh air. I liked masturbating outside. The possibility of being caught reminded me of having sex at boarding school. In order to have sex at boarding school you would have to go into the woods or sneak into a classroom at night. Getting caught was easy. One time the entire track team discovered me naked leaning against a tree being spanked.

It had only been a year since I graduated from boarding school, and my memories of having sex there were still fresh. I could think back to them and get erection after erection. So there I was, sitting in a beach chair, rubbing my privates and searching my memory for material. The problem with tapping your memory for masturbation material is when you recall someone you miss. Most of the sex I had at boarding school was with Zoe. Thinking of her hurt as much as it was arousing. So I would try to think of other things. Like my seventh grade English teacher, and her huge breasts, and how they were covered in freckles. I would imagine her rubbing my face into them as a reward for being a good student. These thoughts would get me very aroused, but I could only keep them going for short periods of time. Once I got really turned on, I would have less control over my thoughts. Memories of being naked with Zoe would become all I could think of. Then, after I came, I would curl up into a fetal position wishing she was there. 

My hand squeezed my penis hard. It made the head of my penis look purple and bruised. My hand let go, and my penis went back to normal. I decided to go inside. I walked into the house and then to my room. No one else was home. Everyone was at work. I didn't work. My father gave me money. My friends always told me that I needed to get a job. They told me if I got a job that I wouldn't be so depressed all the time. I couldn't see how routine and boredom could cure depression. On top of that, I was too lazy.

My bedroom was a mess. Books and clothes and other garbage carpeted my floor. I pushed some crap off my bed. There was still a picture of Zoë on my wall. Thinking of her hurt, but I couldn't cry. Crying left me in too heavy of a daze. I needed to jerk off.

The movie I put on was called "Nasty Sluts Chug Cock." It showed a variety of girls giving head to men that had strange bodies, ponytails, tattoos, shaved crotches and awkward facial expressions.

(There was one man with a particularly large dick. His balls were small and clung tightly to the end of his massive private part. I wanted to lick it. The task of fitting it all in my mouth seemed unimaginable. I just wanted to lick it, and have it press against my face. I'm sure he would hurt me. He would force me to put more of it down my throat than I could take. The idea of getting him to cum seemed exhausting. The girl in the video had incredible stamina. She worked it for longer than my neck, and jaw, could ever stand.)

This woman was beautiful. Her name was Desperate Debby. She had tremendous breasts. They hung in a way that is rare in porno. Most girls in porn have strange dome like breasts that wobble. Her best feature was her butt cheeks. They were well toned and dramatically changed shape as she moved. I was always a big fan of butt cheeks. The sight and feel of them had always enchanted me. Sure I like them big, and of course I like them firm, but really, I like any kind of butt. The only kind of butt I don't like are the flat wide butts secretaries always seem to have. 

Desperate Debbie's tongue licked the tiny balls at the end of the behemoth's shaft. Her pale butt cheeks and swollen lips had filled my head, leaving no room for Zoë. She did amazing things with her mouth, things I would be lucky to ever experience. I tugged on my penis at a frantic pace. At one point clear fluid came out of my little hole. I knew what desperate Debbie would do if she were there. She would rub it on her lips, like it was Chapstick, and my penis would love the affection. The giant pulled out and came on Debbie's face. "mmm I love hot cum," she said to the camera. It dripped down from her forehead to her lips. She opened her mouth for the camera. A pool of cum gathered on her tongue. 

My own cum covered my gut. I rubbed it into my skin, then pulled my shirt down. I still wanted Zoë lying next to me. The thought of Desperate Debby curled up next to me brought me no comfort. It was only comedy. I wanted Zoë's head pushing into my neck, while one of her long legs rests over mine. I wanted her smell. What was she doing right now? Was she with another guy? Thoughts of her sucking some guy's dick hurt my stomach. I needed food. Eating food always seemed to shift focus. 

I only had six dollars, and it needed to go toward cigarettes. There was no money for food. The video was still playing. A Hispanic girl sucked on one penis while she fondled another mans balls. I thought again about Zoë going down on another guy. My stomach felt worse. 

The kitchen was poorly kept. My dad was constantly lending me money, and I couldn't even wash the dishes. I felt pathetic. My father was a nice man. I had graduated from high school, and moved back home. He lived in a cottage with his new wife and let me live in the house I grew up in. We lived in an expensive neighborhood on the east end of Long Island. It must have cost him plenty to have me live there. My home wasn't as lavish as most of the houses in town, but it was a nice one story house with a decent yard and a pool, all of which I had let go to shit. 

On top of all that, he let me have whomever I wanted to, live there as well. I was in charge, and I couldn't even do the dishes. My father deserved a better son. I tried to do the dishes. I washed a couple. My stomach needed food, so I stopped.

There was bread, and there was cheese, but no butter. I put the cheese between two slices of cheap bread, and then threw the combination in the microwave. The cheese melted quickly. I ate the sandwich, and my stomach felt a little better. The dishes still needed to be washed, but I just couldn't get myself to go near them. Instead I called my friend Lauren. 

Lauren came over at about ten, with a twenty-four pack of cheap beers. We talked about sex. We always talked about sex. It seemed to be a subject we were both obsessed with. She had a new boyfriend. She always had a new boy friend. The newest one was forty years old. The night before he had video taped them having sex. The idea of a forty year old mans cock touching an eighteen-year-old girl disgusted me, but it also made me horny. Things that disturbed me always seemed to make me horny.

I kept asking questions about her new lover. By the end of the conversation I knew him in a way that I'm sure few men did. His dick was thicker than it was long. It occasionally made Lauren loose control of her limbs. He was a skinny guy who got jealous easily. One guy got too close to Lauren, and he took the guy out by swinging a beer bottle into his throat. After he came he liked to act like a baby. She would hold his gangly body in her arms, and he would make baby noises, and then pretend to suckle milk out of her nipples. What kind of disturbed freak had Lauren discovered? Regardless of the bizarre nature of the relationship, she seemed to be having fun. Meanwhile I was masturbating to cheap porn whenever I felt sad. I was in no position to critique anyone's relationship. Sex was good, and she had it a lot.

"Bobby, have I showed you my new tattoo?" she asked.

"No you haven't."

It was on her butt. She put her torso on the kitchen table. I pulled her skirt up. There was no under wear, only skin. I like that kind of surprise. The tattoo ran across both of her butt cheeks. She had great butt cheeks. They were round in just the right way. On her right cheek was a bumblebee with a naked woman on its back. The woman carried a shield in one hand, and a machine gun in the other. Bullets came out of the gun and went from one butt cheek to the other. On the left butt check was a man in a tux bleeding to death.

"She's killing corporate America." She told me. "My boyfriend designed it."

Tattoos never did much for me. Too many people had too many ridiculous tattoos, and no one told anyone what they really thought of them. 

"I like it." I told her. "It's very original."

I leaned closer to the tattoo, and then I sniffed what scent I could pick up. The funk was there. It was the smell of a combination of vagina and ass. I needed a beer. All I wanted to do was take her, but couldn't. She didn't want to. Even though she had her ass in my face, I could tell that she didn't want me in her. 

My friend Scotty walked in at about eleven. He was a tall kid with a stupid goatee and a stupid pony tale. He gave me a big hug. "Aw Bobby man, how have you been?" He asked even though he lived in my basement, and I had just seen him earlier that day. 

"What the fuck do you mean?" I asked him. "I just saw you like eight hours ago." 

"Don't make me beat you Bobby. I'll break your head open, you whore."

Even his insults came from a smile. I needed his affection. I never told him that, but I needed his affection badly. He gave me plenty of it, always reminding me how good of a friend I was, and how glad he was to have met me. I needed that. Zoë used to tell me how important I was to her, but she was no longer around. Scotty didn't have sex with me, but I took what I could get. 

He walked up to Laura and gave her a hug. They had grown up together. I watched as they sat and reminisced and told stories about other people they had grown up with. They had both grown up in a town that was about twenty minutes away from where I lived. Not many people lived there. The high school had only twenty kids per grade. It was a strange place, and they had plenty of strange stories to tell about it. They seemed to know every detail about every person who lived there. Apparently one kid named Shirtless Tim hadn't been laid in over twelve years. I found the idea of not getting laid for twelve years to be horrifying. 

A few beers later I was drunk. A few beers after that I was very drunk. Scotty sat at the end of the table drawing Lauren. After he drew Lauren, he drew me. I then had the idea that we should all get naked and draw each other. I couldn't draw very well, but it was nice to be naked. Lauren's breasts were large and hung off her body well. My penis got erect.

"Jesus Bobby!!!" Scotty yelled.

"What, you can't handle this much dick? Not enough room on the paper." I said.

"I could draw that noodle on an index card."

"Would you keep that drawing under your pillow?"

"Don't make me hurt you Bobby."

After about ten minutes of drawing we returned to the kitchen. We were still nude. Scotty's girlfriend was visiting someone in LA. She was all the way across the country. Scotty had his arm around Lauren. 

I looked in the fridge for more beer. There was no beer, but there was chocolate sauce. I sprayed it all over Scotty, Lauren and then myself. We laughed then got into the shower. Our bodies were naked and covered in chocolate. It seemed like the practical thing to do. 

My penis was erect, and fit in between Laurens butt cheeks. Scotty's tongue went into her mouth while her butt grinded against my penis. 

I'd never been in a situation like that before. At first I didn't know what was going on. Was I supposed to kiss Scotty? I didn't want to kiss him. His face and skin didn't arouse me. I decided to give it a try anyway. I figured it was worth the experience. I held new experiences in very high regard. "Hey lets all kiss at the same time." Scotty looked at me like I was insane. Thank Jesus. I didn't want Scotty's tongue in my mouth. Lauren kissed me. I fondled her tits while her tongue flopped around in my mouth. I brought my lips down to her butt hole. I licked it. Then I fell. My head hit the toilet. Good thing I was drunk. I couldn't feel any pain.

We went to my room. I humped slowly at first, and then I went faster. I wanted to kiss her, but Scotty's penis was in her mouth. Her nipples were soft. I eventually pulled out of her vagina. The cum flew right over Lauren, hitting Scotty in the chest. Scotty got off the bed. My cum dripped down his chest. He used one of my shirts to clean it off. I let out some awkward laughter then said I was sorry. "Shit man I didn't know it would squirt so far I..."

"It's no big deal. Don't worry about it." He stared at his cock. It was still erect. He took it in his hands, and started to pull on its skin. Lauren and I watched. There was no expression on his face. He eventually walked towards Lauren, and aimed his penis in her direction. It squirted onto her stomach. For a moment the cum just sat there. Then it slowly started to drip down the sides of her. She caught the escaping cum with her hand and rubbed it into her flesh. I watched wondering if she would have done the same to my cum. 

She looked at him in a way that hadn't gone in my direction since I last stood near Zoë. "Come back to bed." Her voice was soft, and simple, but still desperate. 

"No, I'm going back to my room to give Tammy a call." Tammy was his girlfriend.

Lauren slept in my room. I tried to get her to cuddle but she wasn't interested. That night I had one of my usual dreams. 

The dream started in my house. It felt like a normal morning, or maybe night. I couldn't tell. I was simply awake and in my house. I walked around just looking at things. At one point I realized that my Mom was somewhere. I realized that she was no longer dead, and that for whatever reason, she was around. 

I went into a crazed panic. Soon I was in my car driving toward my father's cottage. The sky was far from normal. It was closer to the ground and gray, but not in the normal way. The clouds weren't dense with rain, they were actually colored gray, and the sky was also gray and hung close behind the clouds. The road zig-zagged, and that made me mad. "Fuck!" I yelled. "I need to see my Daddy!" I felt like driving straight through the woods that stood on either side of the road. The only thing keeping me from doing this was a fear of getting lost. I couldn't get lost. Most times I drove I got lost. I needed to find my father as soon as possible. 

Finally I reached his cottage. I walked inside and saw my father in his nightgown eating popcorn. "Put down that fucking popcorn Dad, I got shit to say!" 

"What's wrong?" he said too softly.

"Zoom zoom boom boom zoom."

"Bobby that made no sense." I knew it made no sense. I had no idea why I said what I said; it just came out of my mouth. Him not understanding me made me angry.

"FUCK!" I yelled to the point that the house shook. 

"Listen Bobby" my father said. "You need to sit down, be calm, and tell me what's going on."

"DADDY!!!"

"Bobby, you need to relax." 

There was porn on the TV. People were fucking. You could see dick going in and out of pussy. But it wasn't normal. The porn stars said nice things to each other. They told each other that they loved each other, and that they couldn't live with out each other.

"Turn that shit off!" I demanded.

"Fine." He turned it off.

"DAD... MOM'S STILL ALIVE. SHE'S AROUND."

"I know."

"YOU FUCKING KNOW. WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?"

"I thought you knew."

"WELL I DIDN'T, AND I WANT TO SEE HER. I WANT HER TO COOK DINNER, AND I WANT HER TO HELP ME DO THINGS, AND I WANT HER TO WATCH TV WITH ME, AND LAUGH, AND I WANT YOU TO BE THERE. WHY THE HELL IS IT NOT HAPPENING?"

"What's not happening?"

"I MEAN, WHY DO I HAVE TO ASK FOR THIS? WHY IS IT NOT JUST HOW IT IS?"

"You should ask her that."

Next thing I know I'm at a church. The clouds were red, and the steeple almost penetrated them it was so long. Why was I there, I wondered. I then realized that it was where my mom had worked, and that she had been a pastor and had helped people.

I walked into the church. It was easy to find her office. I felt like I had just been there the day before. My mom sat next to another large woman, who I also once thought was dead. My mom's eyes still smiled in the same way, but she was different. She was weak. Something had happened to make her alive again, and it had weakened her. She was only there, in the background, not interacting and affecting things. In that moment this didn't bother me.

"Hi Mom" I said as if I was just stopping by.

"Hi Bobby."

I walked out of the church and kept walking till I was miles away from everything but a pay phone. What have I done? I thought. Why didn't I beg her to be stronger, to be my mom again? I should have told her how much it had hurt, and how much I missed her, and I should have made her hug me, and I should have told her I was sorry that she died, and missed her so much, and I should have hugged her, and brought her home, and I should have cried.

The only thing I could think to do was call Zoë. I picked up the phone and dialed her number. She didn't pick up. The phone just kept ringing. 

When I woke up the sun was bright, my hangover was strong, Scotty was at work and Lauren was gone.



Desperate During Ultrasound



(This is a very true story. It turned me on very much, and I still think about it often.)

My Doctor had told me I was about six weeks pregnant. Since I had minor complications in my first pregnancy, he booked an ultrasound for the next week at the hospital. 

Since this was my second pregnancy, you would think I would remember that you need a full bladder for an ultrasound, especially when you are only as far along as I was at the time. But it had been a hectic morning, trying to get my son Jimmy to school on time, and dropping my husband off at work since our other car had broken down the day before. I completely forgot what I was doing and relieved my bladder when I arrived at the hospital....only minutes before my appointment!

In a panic, I rushed to the nearest drink machine and bought two bottles of water. I immediately opened one and started chugging it, making my way to the waiting room. I sat there in the waiting room, hoping against all hope that this would be like all other hospital appointments, and I wouldn't be called in for a half an hour at least. However, that did not happen. It was no more than five minutes later when the nurse called me to the ultrasound room. 

"Please unbutton your pants and hop up on the table." the nurse said to me. I did as I was told. "Is your bladder nice and full?" The nurse asked. I looked at her name tag and saw that she was a student. No surprise there, she looked to be about two years older than my twenty-five year old self. Her name was Heather and she had shoulder length brown hair, and a very pretty smile. She was kind of short and petite, very cute. Her breasts were fairly large in comparison to the rest of her, and I noticed that her nipples were very hard. 

She was my total opposite, looks-wise. I am just under six feet tall with long blonde hair. I am fairly skinny and don't have very large breasts at all. One thing I enjoy about being pregnant is the large boobs it gives me.

"Actually....not really." I replied to her question of my full bladder. I told her of my mistake of emptying myself upon arrival a mere ten minutes earlier. I also told her that I had drank a whole bottle of water since then, and that I was working on another one. 

"Well we'll check things out anyways, we don't have a lot of time, we might need to re-book your appointment." Heather said.

I was worried about that. I didn't want to have to wait another week or two for this scan. So I put the other bottle of water to my lips and drank as fast as I could. Nurse Heather told me she would go and get me a cup of water to drink when I was done with the bottle. I had told her my concerns with not being able to do this today, and she told me she would get me nice and full in no time.

Two bottles of water, and two styrofoam cups full later, my bladder was feeling very full indeed. It seemed to happen almost instantly. I went from feeling no discomfort to almost peeing my pants within seconds. Heather had been coming in and out of the room, checking me every once and awhile to see if my bladder was full enough for her to see anything yet. I noticed she kept saying things like "Are you feeling full yet?" and "I bet you didn't think you were going to come here and have me make you drink a bunch of water until you had to pee?" And a couple of times while she was moving the scanner probe across my pubic bone she said "Does that make you have to pee?" I had a feeling she enjoyed making women have to pee, perhaps that was why she had chosen this profession. I understood this in a way, as I have a pee fetish myself, and enjoy holding it and watching others who are desperate to go. I had never met another woman who felt like this though, and I thought this might be an exciting appointment.

Finally, my bladder was full enough to do the scan. As the probe moved across my abdomen, very low on my pubic bone, it took all my strength in my muscles to hold my pee in and not go all over the table. I was squeezing my eyes shut and taking in short sharp breathes between my teeth. Heather was tryiung to hide her delight, but not doing a very good job. "Is it making you really have to go?" She asked me. 

"Yes," I said, "so badly!" 

"Yes it looks very full now" said Heather, putting down the probe. 

"I have to go and get another doctor now. He's the head doctor on duty, and he has to check everything I do. I'll make sure I hurry back with him." She said, as she walked out of the room with a grin. 

I didn't know how I was going to hold it while I was lying here waiting for the doctor, let alone when he came in and started pressing that thing into me. It seemed my bladder was filling up continuously, like gas going into a car. I laid there on the table, my hand pressed firmly between my legs and waited. 

About five minues later, Heather returned....alone!! "Sorry but the doctor is checking another patient right now and should be here in a few minutes, think you can wait?" She asked. I had a good feeling I couldn't, but I had never been in a situation like this, with another woman who was turned on by this, and she was the one causing me my discomfort! I told her I could wait, and this seemed to make her happy. "Good," she said "the fuller the better for this scan."

Right away I regretted telling her I could wait. The pressure was really building, and I suddenly reached under the sheet that was covering my and pressed my thumb to my crotch without really noticing or caring that I was doing it. Heather seemed to notice the movement, and I saw her eyes were focused on my legs under the blanket, moving back and forth, knees rapidly banging together. I also noticed that if I continued that motion, the sheet was going to fall off and expose me in my un-buttoned pants, thumb pressed firmly to crotch. 

The thought of this turned me on, so I started to move my legs faster, and within seconds the sheet was on the floor. I made no attempt to pick it up, and noticed that Heather didn't either. As much as I was enjoying this, I really hoped the doctor would be there soon. I didn't think I could hold it much longer, and could feel tears starting to well up in my eyes from the pain and discomfort. 

My wish came true about two minutes later when the doctor came in, along with a young male student.It looked like there would be even more people to witness my discomfort and humiliation. The doctor started asking me how I was, but could tell that I was in pain and needed to pee very badly. I guess after so long in the same job, he had grown accustomed to the signs of a woman in need of relieving her bladder. 

The second he pressed the probe to me, I had to squeeze my muscles with all of my strength to prevent a leak. I only heard what was happening, as my eyes were squeezed shut again, and I had no intention of opening them this time. I suddenly remembered the sheet on the floor and was a bit turned on at the thought of my bladder suddenly releasing in front of these three people, without even a sheet to cover my shame. 

The doctor apologized a few times while moving his instrument aroumd in circles, pressing hard into my overly full bladder every so often. I heard him asking the two students in the rooms questions such as "And what threee things do you need to see to confirm a pregnancy?" The only ansew I remember was 'yolk'. 

Finally the exam was over, and the doctor very quickly said that my family doc would be phoning me with the results and left the room. I jumped up right away to run for the washroom, but Heather stopped me and said she needed to print off a picture quickly, since I was so full and giving them such a great view. I laid down, regretting allowing myself the pleasure of thinking I was about to empty my bladder. Now I had to go even worse, and I felt a little squirt come out as I laid back down on the table.  

"Wow, your bladder is so full. It's a wonder you can even hold all of that in." Heather said, with a glassy look in her eyes. "I know how badly you need to go, I'll make this quick." she said to me. And she wasn't lying, only a minute or two later she was done, and I was free to go to the washroom. The only trouble was I didn't think I could stand up without peeing in my pants. 

"Aren't you gonna get up and go?" Heather asked me. I told her, quite embarassed I might add, that I thought I might pee my pants when I got up. She got a thoughtful look on her face and suggested I take my pants and underwear off to walk to the washroom. That way I could just clean myself off, and not have to go home in wet clothes. I agreed, and quickly pulled off my pants, along with my panties. 

It wan't until later that I realized that Heather didn't even try to leave the room or give me privacy. She just stood there and watched as I got up and literally hobbled to the washroom. I was going very slowly, and a bit began to trickle out and down my thighs. I looked behind me, hoping Heather didn't see this, but she was staring right at the wetness, so much so that she didn't see me looking at her. I turned back around and continued to the toilet, more pee squirting it's way out. I got to the toilet and sat down. The stream that came out was very strong and loud, reminding me of a garden hose. I hadn't taken time to close the door, and I could see Heather standing out in the room, a smile on her face. She stood there, looking at me until I finished peeing, which wasn't for about thirty seconds at least.

When I finished, Heather told me I could go ahead and clean myself up and then she walked out of the room. I put my panties and pants back on. I had a good feeling I was going to need to pee again before I left the hospital. This was going to be a long car ride home. And on the way home, I couldn't help but wonder about Heather, hoping she would be the one doing all of my ultrasounds this pregnancy.



Desperate Fever



I drove in my M3 down the streets of Los Angeles. Life was good. I had a great car, a great job and might I say a great house. I cruised the street looking out the window and seeing people walk near the Staples Center. There were some fine ladies in short skirts which blew my mind. It was a hot summer day. People were sweating out there and I was sweating examining these hot ladies in their outfits as I drove by them. 

"Damn! What sexy girls we have in L.A." I said to myself as I turned a left towards Santa Monica Street. 

Due to this intense heat, I felt thirsty and slowly pulled over to the right of the road to catch myself a drink from a nearby store. I parked my car at the side of the road and opened the door as a sudden heat wave splashed into my face. The skies were clear but the temperature was ridiculous. I got out of my car, closed the door, and walked towards 7 Eleven to buy myself a drink. I pulled the store door and a sudden wave of cold air cooled me as I walked into the air conditioned store. I went to the aisle with the cold refrigerators and saw a women opening the refrigerator door. 

She was wearing a fine, tight jeans and a short, sleeveless white tied top lifting her breasts and showing a great deal of cleavage. I was able to see her nice curved body and might I also say her sexy tight ass. As she opened, she dropped her purse. As she bent over to pick it up, the woman's jeans slightly lowed revealing a lacey, pink thong. After seeing that I felt my cock harden within my pants. My mind went wild. I wanted to plant myself in that body. She had a tattoo design on her lower back and it made her body look gorgeous. The woman got up grabbing her purse and took out a bottle of Pepsi from the refrigerator. She closed the door and turned her face towards me. At that moment I was able to recognize that face, it was the dazzling Candice Michelle. I couldn't believe my eyes as I stared at her. Candice looked so fucking sexy. Her face, her dark brown hair, her life-size breasts covered by her sexy top, her belly button diamond on her visible slim stomach, her tight ass within her firm jeans, her high heel shoes; everything about her was striking. 

"Excuse me sir! Can you please stop watching me?" Candice said angrily, staring straight at me with an irritated look. "I know what you're thinking and it won't happen." 

I just couldn't stop looking at that lovely, curved body; yet I didn't want to start any problems with her. I guess she has a lot of guys who stare at her and she is getting tired of it. Or maybe she already has a boyfriend. 

"Sorry Ma'am!" I told her, turning my head away from her and towards the store refrigerator. 

I felt embarrassed, but also felt blessed after gazing at her. Without watching her I opened the refrigerator and took out an ice-cold can of Sprite. As I closed the door, I saw this hot woman standing alongside me with her eyes gazing straight into mine. She had lovely eyes; however I couldn't resist looking down through her top. Her breasts were squished together and lifted in her tight top. Her tits were huge and her cleavage was jaw dropping. Miraculously I didn't look down, therefore couldn't spoil the moment for both of us. If I tilted my head down, who knows what would have happened. She would have slapped me across the face and walked away even more pissed off. I knew I didn't want to lose this chance of meeting her. 

"May I help you Ma'am?" I asked joyfully. 

"Hi, I just like to introduce myself, my name is Candice," she said, still fixing her eyes into mine. 

It felt strange that she introduced herself after getting angry at me for staring at her; however felt wonderful that she introduced herself to me. My cock was going to rip through my pants. Her tight body was so close to me. I felt like smacking that firm ass real hard. 

"Hello Candice, my name is Mark," I said to her trying to resist all possible things I wanted to do her. 

If she wanted to, I would have banged her right here in this store. I seriously would have. I was so desperate to fuck this woman. My mind went all over the place, wanting her. I just wanted her legs around my waist and kiss her. Yet it was too bad, she seemed to try and be friends with me and never gave an impression of wanting to fuck me. 

"Hi Mark, you are looking quite good," said Candice. "A very strong man I believe?" 

"Yeah, I guess I do workout." I said awkwardly. "You're looking rather nice yourself, very attractive." 

"Ohh Thank you sir!" smiled Candice. 

It felt odd. One minute she is pissed and the next minute she is politely talking to me. 

"Is something the matter?" asked Candice. 

"Welllll!" I said. "Weren't you aggravated a minute ago when I was glancing at you?" 

"It's alright! Don't take it personally. I have enough guys always watching me and it sometimes gets bothersome when it's the wrong people; however you look like a great guy," smiled Candice. 

"Obviously, who wouldn't?" I said in my mind sarcastically. "Any guy would want to ram that body of yours. Damn! Who wouldn't watch you?" 

I took Candice's remarks as a compliment and thanked her. We had a nice conversation as I walked her to the cashier. I offered to pay for her bottle of Pepsi along with my can of Sprite. She hesitated but I convinced her and Candice let me pay for her drink. Candice was a very gracious lady. I was also a polite gentleman obviously. Come on! Who wouldn't be courteous to a lady as sizzling as Candice? You will always get something in return; like a nice blowjob. I gladly walked her outside the 7 Eleven store and then encouraged her to allow me to give her a ride. Candice accepted. 

"Wow Mark! Nice BMW!" said Candice, astonished. "You must be a millionaire to afford such a car." 

"Candice, you must be worth millions to have such a body like that. Honestly, I'll pay money for you to be on my waterbed," I thought to myself. 

"Yeah! Well! I do have a great job," I told Candice as I examined this nice babe from top to bottom. 

"So what do you work as Mark?" Candice asked. 

"I 'm an assistant president of a large corporation," I replied. 

"Ohhhhhh realllllyy!" Candice said looking surprised. "Are there any vacant full-time positions for a lovely lady like myself?" 

Candice laughed and said she was kidding. However I still answered her question and said there was enough positions for well-qualified women. I was hoping she'd apply because she'll get the position guaranteed no matter what skills she had. My boss was also that kind of person who would hire gorgeous women even if they weren't well qualified to help the corporation. And trust me there is a reason why. 

"I am currently looking for a well paid job and who knows, I might end up applying for your corporation," said Candice smiling. "So what is your company called?" 

"Entech, it's a computer hardware and software corporation. Well suited for women," I said. 

"I'll keep that in mind," Candice said. "So let's get into your lovely car." 

She never noticed my wondering eyes while I was talking to her. I opened the front passenger door of my BMW for Candice. She slowly walked towards the car and bowed to get onto the seat; first placing both her hands on the seat and pulling herself into the car. Her sexy thong slowly became observable as she got into the car. My eyes widen, I just wanted to fuck her so bad. Candice sat down, looked at me and began to giggle. I gently closed the door and ran around my car and got onto the driving seat. I started the car as I turned my eyes towards Candice. I couldn't stand firm over glancing at her breasts and looked on curiously at her cleavage. Candice never really looked back at me but began to giggle and smile as she looked at the road ahead. 

"So are you comfortable?" I asked. 

"Yes Mark, I am, thank you," said Candice. 

"So where would you like me to take you?" I asked politely. 

"Well! Is it okay if you drop me off at a nearby Glover Street bus stop?" asked Candice. 

"Yeah! Sure Candice, anything for a nice lady like you," I said smiling. 

"Thank you Mark, you are so sweet," Candice remarked. 

"Anything for you," I muttered. 

I turned the wheel and drove to the bus stop. We talked about varies things as we fully introduced ourselves to each other. Candice commented on how I always listened to her every word and how generous I was to give her a ride. She said I wasn't like many guys who usually talk to her to get a one night stand. She never viewed me as that kind of person. We were slowly becoming friends as we chatted. I took a turn on Glover Street. 

"So Mark, do you have a wife?" Candice asked raising the topic of relationship. 

"I am not married Candice but I have a lovely girlfriend," I told her. "It been almost a year since we started our relationship. She always makes me happy." 

"Oh I see, so what is this lucky one's name?" Candice asked with a lovely grin. 

"Christy," I replied, smiling back. 

"Has she ever spotted you cheating on her?" she asked as I looked at her suspiciously. 

"Huh? Why would you raise a question like that?" I said irritated. "I would never ever cheat on her and never have." 

"Don't get so heated. I was just wondering. Sorry for asking such a question," Candice said apologizing. 

I stopped at a red light adjacent to a Glover Street bus stop. 

"Nevertheless, Christy is a fortunate girl to have a man like you. You are a bighearted type of guy and I can't see any woman much luckier than Christy," said Candice. 

Candice told me that this was her stop and got out of the car. She expressed gratitude and closed the door saying bye without giving me a thank you kiss on the cheek. I felt as if I got nothing in return. I never even asked for her number and she never asked for mine. I felt such a fool. Okay, I know I have a girlfriend and I know Candice wouldn't have given me her number knowing that I already had a girl, but this woman was too fucking sexy to give up. I cried in displeasure as she left me in the car all alone. As I waited for the traffic light to turn green I watched Candice waiting in the bus stop through the window. Candice was standing there with that sexy body. 

I pictured myself with her in that bus stop as I slowly pull her sizzling tight jeans to her knees revealing that lacey, pink thong fixed onto her fucking, tight bangable ass. I force her against the bus stop window, bent over, with both her hands pressed to the glass; her rear facing me. I unbuckle my pants and drop them to my ankles exposing my ten inch, hardened cock. I then teasingly pull her thong down and slowly insert my cock into her tight, damp pussy; fucking her in and out as she moans with pleasure screaming my name. 

"HARDER MARK! FUCK ME MARK! OHHHHH HARDERR!!! AHHHHH!!!! BABYYY!!!!! AHHHHHHHH FUCKKKK!!!!! IT FEELS SOOOO GOOD WITH YOUR HUGE COCK IN ME!" as I imagined her cry with pleasure in the bus stop. 

I wanted to lick that slim belly and then move up to her top and fuck those two immense figures covered by it. The lights turned green and I pushed the accelerator, moving away from the bus stop as I watched her through my rearview mirror until she was out of site. It was tough luck and I had to live with that. I know I am too hungry for women. I have a girlfriend who loves me and yet don't really give a damn if I cheat on her with another woman; well only if she doesn't know about it. I will let you on a little secret, Christy is my girl but Christy isn't my love, she is my bitch and by the way her full name is Christy Hemme. I could get her anytime I want and since I am a well-mannered gentleman, I always make her think I love her and I will try to never break her heart. That is what good boyfriends do. Don't get me wrong here, Christy is one gorgeous babe and trust me; she is also one slutty bitch. 

I sped down the street and turned right into Venice Drive and parked on the side of the residential road in front of a nice mansion. This manor was not mine; I didn't have possession of it. This was my girl's mansion or might I say my bitch's mansion. The mansion was given to her by her wealthy billionaire of a father whom I consider a good father for raising such a slutty girl. Thank you Christy's father for creating such a bangable woman! I got out of my BMW and walked towards the front driveway. 

There! On the driveway! I see my girl washing her luxury Mercedes in a wet, white tank top and a mini skirt with cut out buckle sides. She was bending over as she wiped the windows clean with a white cloth. She was listening to tunes with the volume cranked up, coming from a boom box in her open garage. Her skirt was dripping with water and her long, wet legs looked beautiful. I continued walking towards her staring at her luscious, wet body. Christy was too busy cleaning along with her loud music deafening her, to even notice me or hear my footsteps. I stood behind her; her bent over rear facing me as if I was giving her a doggy. I figured she wasn't wearing any panties underneath that skirt and believe me she hardly does. I took my index finger and gradually stuck it beneath her skirt without her noticing and just like that I was able to insert it into my slutty girl's cunt. 

"Hmmmmmmmmm!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Christy whined as I worked through her moistening hole with my finger. 

She quickly dropped the cleaning cloth and stood up straight as I withdrew from her pussy. Christy turned around and looked at me. At that moment I saw her tits through her wet, sleeveless shirt. Her wet top basically clung to her tits making it visible to my sanctified eyes. Christy's nipples were erect. 

"MARK!!! What are you doing?" yelled Christy seeming infuriated. 

"I just came to say hi," I said smiling looking at her with my wondering eyes 

"Why did you…you know…" Christy said feeling embarrassed, referring to what I did while she was bending over. 

"Welllll! I thought you would like it," I said looking into her eyes. 

"I did Mark, but I didn't want you to do it here," Christy said softly. 

I appeared bolted from the blue. I thought she wouldn't mind knowing that she wasn't even wearing any panties or bra outside on the driveway where random people can pass by glancing at this sexy bitch. I didn't know why she felt uncomfortable outside. 

"Are you mad at me Christy?" I said sarcastically with a puppy dog face. 

"Awwwww! Mark, I can't be mad at youuu!" she said forgivingly. 

"Christy, I feel as if I offended you," I said again mockingly. 

I was just playing around with her, trying to make her feel as if I was becoming gloomy. She couldn't tell if I was being sarcastic. Christy was a serious slut; flashing all her features outside in the open so that men could glance at my girl. Obviously, any man would have tried and hammer her from behind while she was washing her coupe and I'm sure she would have liked it. And the sad part is I wouldn't have even cared if she was getting her brains fucked out. I just love watching her moan even if it's from another guy. I also love jacking off while watching her finger herself to an orgasm. Oh yeah! You don't know the countless possibilities of Christy Hemme. 

"Nooo! You didn't offend me. It's just that you caught me by surprise…but don't feel bad Mark, I love you too much to make you sad and nothing should ever come between us," said Christy as she slowly moved her lovely lips toward mine kissing me and then wrapping her arms around my neck kissing me passionately on her driveway. 

The boom box unexpectedly shutdown as Christy was kissing me; I took both of my free hands and placed each one on Christy's butt cheeks underneath her wet skirt. I then began squeezing and feeling her ass and instantly spanked her left cheek hard. 

"Ohhhhh Mark!" Christy groaned after spanking her. 

I quickly pulled her by the ass closer to me ready for what I really wanted to do her. I slowly moved one of my hands onto Christy's shaved area as I lifted her skirt with my other hand. I inserted my index finger into her hole, however this time she didn't resist. She began fucking my index finger hard outside on her driveway. She kissed me, binding her arms around my neck as she moved up and down riding my finger. 

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! YESSSSSS!! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! FINGER FUCK ME BABY!!" screamed Christy. 

Without doubt I knew she would love to have sex out where people can witness, and looking at her now I think she would scream for people to notice. As for me, I didn't care if a mammoth crowd comes watching us. As long as I get a nice bitch, I wouldn't give a damn. However, I had a feeling that people in neighborhood are peeking through their house windows watching us do our thing. Nevertheless I was craving to fuck her pussy with my rock solid cock out here against her car. 

"Come on baby! Let's do it right here, right now!" I said feeling horny. 

"Mark? You want to fuck me?" Christy muttered, looking at my desperate eyes. "Ohhh baby! I love it when you want to fuck me. Let's do it! But not here! Get into the back seat of my car." 

Without hesitation I removed my finger from her moistened cunt and opened the back seat door of her car with excitement. The windows of the car were tinted dark; therefore nobody would be able to see us inside; like I even cared! I got inside and sat down. Christy walked her sexy self around her car and opened the back seat door on the other side. She got into the car and we both closed the doors and locked it. Christy was on the back seat on her knees next to where I was sitting. She pulled her wet top off exposing her amazing breasts. Christy then gradually pulled her skirt off while on her knees. She was completely naked inside her own car as I watched her move closer, fondling with my magic stick inside my pants. She began licking her lips seeming as if she wanted me bad. Christy jumped on my lap as I removed my hands from my pants with her back rubbing against me. Her ass was on my hardened cock as she sat on my lap moving her ass around and massaging my cock within my buckled pants. 

"Does that feel good Mark?" Christy asked as she continued rubbing her lovely ass on my lap. 

"Ohhhh yeahhh babyyy!!" I moaned, about to cum inside my pants while Christy jumped around on my lap with her bare ass. 

Before I could even explode, Christy soared herself off my lap and back to the seat next to me. I got off my seat and stood up slightly in the cramped car. I told her to lie on her back and extend her entire body on the back seat. I then slowly got on top above her legs and began licking her from her legs to her lovely thighs, forgetting about her juicy cunt for now and slowly licking her from her stomach to her fine breasts. Christy moaned slightly as I stuck my tongue throughout her amazing body. Right on then I began sucking on her immense breasts and licking her hard, erect nipples. I then with time lowered my head into Christy's succulent shaved region. I wedged my tongue into her pussy as she screamed in pleasure. 

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!" Christy cried as her hips lifted above the seat due to the intense sensation coming from her g-spot. "AHHHHHH BABYY!!!! LICK MY PUSSY!! STICK IT IN DEEPER!!! AHHHHH!!!" 

My lips came into contact with the lips of her vagina. I stuck my tongue as deep as possible into Christy's hole. It tasted so good while I ate her pussy out. She cried out, deafening me. 

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!! HMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" she barked. 

Suddenly a mysterious person began banging on the car window. In panic I raised my head away from my girl's cunt, but Christy took her hand and forced my head between her thighs. I couldn't resist she was desperate. I resumed licking her cunt viciously as the thumping continued on the window. 




Desperate Fever



"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Christy cried the roof off as her cum began dripping through her tightening pussyhole. She reached her orgasm 

I couldn't take the immense pressure buildup within my pants. I needed to ejaculate. As Christy screamed through multiple orgasms, I unbuckled my pants and pulled them to my knees while on my knees on top of Christy. I wanted to slam in my cock into her pussy; however I couldn't; not while someone is violently knocking the window. I guess I can't have good intercourse when I'm panicky. My pressurized cock was going wild. I was desperate to burst. I began stroking it very fast above Christy's breasts while she was fingering her clits, still moaning. This unknown person was still trying to crack the car window, yet my mind was on Christy's beautiful body and my cock. 

"Mark! Don't mind the person outside. I want you to cum on my tits," Christy muttered licking the top of her lips with her tongue as she watched me moan ready to fire away. 

I watched my babe moan, then I hit climax and went all the way as Christy closed her eyes and waited in anticipation while rubbing her g-spot. 

"OHHHHHHH! OH MY GOD! AHHHHHH!!!" I whined exhausted as cum sprayed onto Christy sexy tits. 

She took her hands and rubbed the cum all over her body as she moaned softly for the last time. I smiled and told her she was one hell of a girl. In my mind, she was one hell of a bitch! Now as for the knocks on the window, it still continued. We both now realized and had our minds on these mysterious bangs. I slightly opened the window not showing off to much of what was inside the car. My eyes were only peeking out through the window. 

"Who is it?" I said exhausted after the intense orgasm. 

"It is me, Andrew," the mysterious voice said. 

"Andrew?" I said. 

"ANDREW!!" Christy yelled. 

"Is that you Christy?" the voice said again. 

Christy fearfully took her clothes and put them back on. I followed by pulling up my pants and buckling them up. 

"Open the door Mark," Christy demanded. 

I opened the door and in popped a head. 

"Hi Christy, I just came by to see how you are doing," the so-called Andrew said. 

"Andrew! What are you doing here? We already told ourselves not to see each other again," shouted Christy. 

I looked confused, wondering who this Andrew was. 

"Christy? Who is this guy? Do you know him?" I said puzzled. 

"Mark, this is my ex-boyfriend," Christy replied. 

"EX-BOYFRIEND!" I said shocked. "So this is the man who fucked you so many times before spotting him with another woman." 

"CHRISTY! Why do you always tell everyone?" roared Andrew. "We were just having a meeting with each other talking about how to run our business more efficiently. There weren't any emotional connections between us. Christy, you have to understand." 

"Understand what? I spotted you flirting with this woman. You two were kissing and her hand was in your pants," screamed Christy. 

I watched as these two exchanged verbal abuse even though Andrew was more towards asking for forgiveness. Christy hardly forgave him as she got out the car from the other side. Andrew raised his head out of the car and watched Christy walk away back into her house. 

"Christy you slut! Wear some decent clothes for once! I can see your fucking cunt underneath that skirt and your tits through that white top." Andrew said laughing. 

"SHUT UP ANDREW! GO BACK TO THAT BITCH WHO SLEEPS WITH YOU!" yelled Christy as she opened the front door to her home and went in. 

I was still sitting on the back seat of Christy's car. I looked at Andrew; he was laughing his ass off. I slowly got out of the car and stood in front of him. He turned his head towards me and began smiling at me. 

"So you are this bitch's new boyfriend eh?" Andrew chuckled. "I see you had some fun inside her car." 

"Haha! Well I wasn't able to ram her because of you," I said. "Your thumping on the window seriously freaked me out." 

"Ohh! Hehe! I'm sorry I ruined your moment," he said mockingly. "I'm not trying to offend you or anything. All I am saying is that girl of yours fucked like twenty guys before us. Ever noticed why her pussy isn't so tight within. There been enough dicks inside that slut." 

"SERIOUSLY!" I said with my eyes widened. "I know she's a fucking slut. Just look at her! But I never thought of her fucking that many guys before I came along." 

"Honestly, you got to watch out for her. She'll be sucking enough guys' dicks without you knowing," said Andrew. "Christy may love you but you seriously got to watch out for her. She can sometimes take advantage of you." 

"Advantage of me?" I said. "Honestly, you don't know me. I don't even love her. She isn't taking advantage of me, I'm taking advantage her." 

"You Playa!" Andrew yelled grinning. "You the man! Take advantage of that bitch. But don't lose her eh? You're damn lucky to have a whore like this. I slap myself thinking about how I lost this girl. I had the best moments fucking her. Damn Yo! Don't lose her! 

"Yeah! Yeah! Don't worry!" I said smiling. "And by the way, my name is Mark." 

"Yeah I'm Andrew," he said shaking my hand. 

"I figured after that fight," I said, knowing his name. 

He smiled and we both shook hands and Andrew gave me his cell number. He told me that we should hang around sometime. I also gave him my cell number. I was friends with my girl's ex. Who would have thought! Andrew walked to his car and on his way he took a small rock and threw it at Christy's car, laughing. 

"Remember Mark! You're one lucky bastard," Andrew said laughing to his car. 

"Alright later man," I said as Andrew got into his Ford pick-up and drove away. 

Now that my new friend Andrew was gone, I wondered what Christy was up to in her house. I bet she is really pissed off at Andrew. I stepped onto the front porch and opened the front door. I yelled Christy's name as I went inside the house. There was no answer. I walked upstairs to the second floor and heard water running. It came from the bathroom. Christy was taking a shower. I opened the bathroom door and called for Christy. 

"Yes Mark? What do you want?" Christy asked while washing herself in the shower stall. 

I wasn't able to see her while she was in the stall. I was only able to see a slight portion of her head as water sprayed from the shower head. 

"I came to see if you are all right," I said courteously. 

"I'm sorry Mark, I'm sorry for what happened today," apologized Christy. 

The only thing on my mind right now was not if Christy was happy but how nice it would be to bang her in the shower. I felt my cock harden dramatically. 

"It's alright baby, don't apologize. You did nothing wrong," I said to her. 

As I cheered her up, I stripped myself from my clothes. I was from top to bottom naked in her bathroom as my cock pointed to the shower stall. 

"Here Christy, I will show you how much I love you," I said as I walked towards the shower stall while Christy rinsed her luscious body. 

I opened the stall door and got into the shower. I got wet as water began misting from the shower head. 

"Mark!" Christy said surprised. 

I got behind and wrapped my arms around her waist as I began kissing her neck. Her back rubbing against my chest while her butt cheeks rubbed against my cock; water pouring as I stood up against Christy. I then turned her around so that I can kiss her mouth to mouth. She inserted her tongue into my mouth as we French kissed. I lowered my head down to her tits and began sucking them as Christy quietly moaned. 

"Here is your chance Mark," said Christy as she turned around and placed her hands against the stall window, slightly bent over with her rear facing me. "Fuck me baby!" 

This was my chance; I held my hard cock straight and slowly directed it into Christy's nice, warm pussy. I then moved my hips back and forth slowly. Her pussy was so fucking warm and wet, yet not very tight. 

"AHHHH! OHHHHH!!! BABYY!!!" Christy moaned as I picked up my speed. "FASTTERR MARKKK!!! HARDEERRRRRRRR!!!" 

While I was still inside her, she pushed against the window and pushed me against the tiled wall of the shower stall. This time I didn't have to do anything as she moved back and forth fucking my cock while I was leaning against the wall. 

"AHH SHIT!!" I moaned as Christy slid my cock in and out of her moist pussy. "AHH! I'M GOING TO CUMM!!" 

"AHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKK!!!! OHHHHHHHHHH!!" screamed Christy. 

I held her hips and directed it in and out as she fucked me bent over, doggy style. I forced her hips to move faster and faster as her clits slammed into my balls. I could sense her almost reaching orgasm and as that pussy began contracting… 

"OHHH!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!" Christy moaned fucking me ever so harder and faster. "AHHHHHHH!!! BABYYYYY!!!!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!" 

I felt her pussy bucketing and drowning my cock inside as her pussy tightened, struggling my cock deep inside her. Her cum began shooting out her clit. I couldn't take the pressure and let her cunt do all the work as her constricting pussy forced me to ejaculate hard into her vagina. 

"AHHHHHHH FUCKKKK!!!" I moaned. "Christy, your pussy did it real good." 

"Ohhh yeahhh baby! Your cum feels so good inside me." Christy said whimpering. 

My cum dripped out her vagina as I took my cock out of her. The shower rinsed us clean as I wrapped my arms around Christy and kissed her on the lips in the drizzling water. I gave her a final kiss and told her I was going to leave. We told each other goodbye as I left the shower stall with a smirk on my face. I dried myself up and put on my clothes. I left her bathroom and heard the telephone ring. I went to Christy's bedroom to pick it up. 

'Hello," I answered. 

"May I speak to Christy please?" asked the caller. 

"Christy is taking a bath," I said courteously. "May I know who is calling?" 

"Just tell her it's Eva Longoria calling," the caller said. "Also tell her I'll be meeting her tomorrow night at around seven. Okay thanks." 

The caller hung up the phone. I walked back towards the bathroom and opened the door as Christy was still in the shower. 

"Christy, someone by the name Eva called you just now," I said. "She said to meet her at around seven tomorrow." 

"W-w-what?" Christy hesitated seeming frightened. "What else did she say!? Is that all she said!? What else she say? TELL ME!" 

I looked at the shower stall awkwardly. Christy sounded fidgety and impatient. Was she hiding something? Or maybe it's me thinking too much. 

"No Christy, that is all she said," I said. 

Christy then thanked me and I closed the bathroom door. I walked downstairs to the main floor. Christy was still showering as I exited her house and into my BMW. 

I was exhausted driving to my house. I just wanted to lie on my bed thinking about the nice fuck Christy and I had in the shower. I just forgot about the phone call. Suddenly I got a phone call from my cell. 

"Heyyy Mr. Richens! I'm waiting for you!" the caller said in a seductive voice. 

"I'm on my way!" I said ending the call. 

I took a turn on Olive Street where my mansion was located. I then turned on my driveway and parked my car. As I got out of my BMW, I looked over my neighboring house. Before I left my house this morning, there was a for sale sign on that house and now it seems that they have taken it down. Somebody had bought the house and I suppose I have a new neighbor living beside me. I walked over to the house's driveway and saw a Ford pick-up parked on the driveway. I stared at the pick-up and instantly turned towards the front door which opened. A woman walked out onto the front porch as I glanced. 

"Candice?" I said shocked. 

"Markk!" Candice glanced in surprise. 

Just after Candice stepped out onto the porch, another person came out behind her shutting the door. I looked on stunned. It was Andrew! 

"Mark? What are you doing here?" Andrew asked with a polite grin. 

"What am I doing here? What are you doing here?" I said reversing his question. 

"This is my girl's new home. I just came to help her move some final stuff," said Andrew. 

I stared in astonishment thinking that Andrew was dealing with Candice. 

"Candice, meet my friend Mark. Mark, this is my girl Candice," introduced Andrew. "It seems as if you both already know each other." 

"Yeah, I met her at 7 Elevens," I said, staring at Candice. 

Is it just me or is Candice Michelle my new neighbor? I was speechless. I couldn't believe my ears. I couldn't believe my eyes. Candice will be living next door to me. I gazed at her. She looked so beautiful. She was wearing a black Lurex Long Sleeve Mini dress in stiletto heel sandals. Her dress tightly clung onto her body as I stared at those gorgeous legs of hers. Again she had a lot of cleavage. She was million times hotter than Christy and Christy is overwhelmingly hot just to let you know. Candice smiled at me, letting her hair lose from a ponytail and moving her head side to side to spread her hair evenly. I wanted to stuff my head underneath that dress. I wanted to hump that body of hers. Damn! I wanted to do every possible thing to her. Candice and Andrew stepped on to the driveway as Andrew held one of his arms around her neck. 

"Hi Mark, How are you doing?" Candice greeted as I stared nervously at her with my ten inch cock becoming so stiff that it hurt inside my pants. 

"I-I-I-I am doing fine," I stuttered with my eyes and mouth wide open. "How are you doing?" 

"I'm alright," said Candice giggling at my expression. "I just moved here today. I am going to be staying at Andrew's house for the night." 

"So I guess we'll be neighbors," I said nervously. 

"Ohhh! Seriously! You live in that house!" Candice yelled shockingly. "Oh my god! I'll be living beside a great-hearted man. I feel as if I'm blessed." 

I laughed at her statement. 

"So I guess I will be meeting you soon," Candice said as she got into Andrew's pick-up. 

"Hope to see you soon too! Bye!" I said sending them off. 

I jumped in joy as I watched the Ford pick-up speed away. I was neighboring a fucking gorgeous woman who by the way is going to live alone in that house. I could picture it now, me lying on her bed naked as Candice lowered her pussy onto my cock and riding me hard on top. Oh baby! I can't wait! 

I walked joyfully to my property and took out my house keys. I unlocked the front door and went into my house, closing the door. It was eight o'clock at night. I walked upstairs to my bedroom fully energized with my cock so stiff thinking about Candice Michelle. Oh that Candice! Can't wait to fucking rape you! I entered my bedroom and took of my shirt. On my bed lied a woman who was smiling at me. She was in her office uniform, a black long sleeve office jacket and in an ass-clinging, black office skirt. 

"Hello Ms. Alba, How are you doing tonight?" I asked smiling.