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Changing Her

By: Ludiana



This is my first story. Please comment below on how I can improve! Thank you so much!

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Humiliating women is the easiest way to turn a good girl into a cock loving slut. That's the motto I've been holding on to for 2 years since I turned 16. Now, I have conquered and changed about 100 girls or women to total sluts. Currently, they are all living peacefully, until I call them to show up at my club, Pandemonium. Then, she will have a total transformation to what I want. Usually, the outcomes are stunning. A gangbang, bukkake, wasted girls and total humiliation.

Right now, my eyes are on a 18 year-old cheerleader. Rumor has it she has never said anything related to sex. Her parents are total preachers and they don't know she is even in the cheerleading squad. Today, I am going to break her.

After school, I saw her at her locker, taking out her cheerleader uniform. I slammed my hands on both sides of her, caging her in from the back. She turned around, and I could see the fear in her eyes. "Hello, babe."

"My..my name is Brenda," she stammered.

"From now one, it's babe," I leaned down ,stared into her brown eyes and kissed her hard. She pushed against me but I held her shoulders, pushing her against the locked. Finally, I broke away and smirked. "Let's go, won't want you to be late for cheer practice." I said and tugged her along, after slamming her locked shut.

"Cut it out!" Finally she talks!

I turned around and raised my eyebrows. "Yes, hun?"

"Who do you think you are? That was my first kiss!" She yelled.

"First kiss?" I laughed. "This is even better."

"What? Why? What do you want from me?" 

"All in good time, babe. How 'bout we skip cheer practice now?" I said and without waiting for her answer, swept her off her feet and carried her to my car. She was too stunned to even kick me.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked, her voice shaky.

"On second thoughts, let's get you changed first." I brought her to a secluded part of the campus and set her down. It was behind the oldest block in the campus, where no one ever goes. Except for fucks and quickies. "Take off your clothes. All of them."

"Are you crazy? Even my mom hasn't seen me naked in 5 years!"

"Either you take them off yourself, babe, or I'll help you." I eyed her long-sleeved shirt and jeans. "I wonder what is under your boring facade. Double D's?"

She blushed.

"Oh was I correct?" I smirked and crossed my arms. "Now take them off, sunshine."

"Never!" She hugged herself tightly.

I sighed and brought out a small but wickedly sharp pocket knife I sharpened every night. "I would love to introduce this baby to you." I gestured to my knife.

Her eyes turned wide. "No no no. You can't do this to me."

"You have five seconds to decide. If I rip them off, you are going to walk to my car naked." I stated.

She lowered her head. 

"5.....4...."

Her fists tightened. I smiled.

"3....2...."

"Fine! I'll do it!" She shouted.

"I'm waiting."

She unbuttoned her jeans slowly and looked at me, her eyes pleading.

"Go on."

Slowly, she dropped her jeans, showing me the lacy black thong she was wearing. It was almost see-through, so I could see the triangle mound of blonde pubic hair on her.

"Damn, such sluty underwear. I guess your mom doesn't go shopping with you, huh?" I whistled. She blushed and held her fists at her sides. "Your shirt next, darling. Or your thong. I don't care."

She grasped at the hemline of her shirt and pulled it off in one swift motion. However, she held it to her chest, covering her tits.

"Drop the shirt, babe," I said and touched the blade of my knife. She gulped and dropped it, showing me her double D breasts which were confined by an equally sexy black lacy bra. I could see the bra was a few sizes too small, squeezing her globes together. "Trying to be sexy, aren't we, Brenda hun? Although your shirt is really a few sizes too big."

She hung her head low, and let her hair hide her face. I put the blade against her face and tilted her head upwards. I looked into her blue eyes with were filled with fear and humiliation.....and was that lust? I felt a grin work its way onto my face and I said, "What's going next?"

"Please! Isn't this enough?" She pleaded, tears appearing at her eyes.

I shook my head and put down the knife, waiting.

She brought her hands to the back and unfastened the clasps. Without looking at me, she pulled off the left bra strap slowly...followed by the right. Still, she held the cups to her breasts. 

"Come on, babe. I don't have all day."

Reluctantly, she dropped her hands to her sides and the bra fell off, exposing her breasts. 

"Those babies belong on porn stars, Brenda." I smirked. I had seen too much of these tits, natural or not, so I wasn't getting turned on. "Oh baby, you are getting excited, aren't you? Look at your nips." 

She gazed at her nipples, which were betraying her, standing up proudly, yearning for relief. "Please..just stop."

"I'm not doing anything, babe. It's all you stripping down. Now for the last piece."

"I'm not taking them off." She said indignantly and crossed her arms over her breasts.

"Suit yourself." I whipped out my phone and called my best friend, Carter. "Yeah buddy. I need you here. Same place."

As I cut the call, I looked at Brenda, who was shaking from rage and humiliation. Less than a minute later, he appeared, wearing his signature smirk. "Ahh I see you've found a V-card to mark again."

I shrugged. "She can be yours. Look at her tits. Now secure her." As quick as a flash, Carter had pinned her against the wall by her wrists above her head, and hanging off the floor by a few centimeters. "Now Brenda, stop shaking or I may cut you."

Now, tears ran down her face. "Stop. Please! Stop!!"

"You've had your chance." I walked towards her and pushed the blade against her thighs, running the blade up and down idly. She whimpered but stopped moving. I brought it up to her pussy and probed her, without hurting her. I moved the blade up and down, sort of caressing her. Then, I applied pressure, just enough to make a slit right at her pussy lips. I pushed the top of the blade into the narrow crevice of her lips and moved it in and out. She gasped in shock. 

"You know, you could have saved yourself by stripping. But now you have to face this too. But I think you like it, don't you, Brenda hon?" I looked into her eyes and smirked. Carter sighed impatiently. I shrugged and brought the knife across the thong a few times, slicing it into shreds. During the last slice, I purposely dug the blade into her. She cried out loud and tears streamed down even faster. A few drops of blood appeared at the end of the blade. I smiled, satisfied. 

Carter dropped her unceremoniously, and she sank to the ground. "See you later?" 

"Yeah." I clapped his back as a sign of appreciation and he disappeared around the corner.

I glanced at Brenda. She looked back at me tearfully. "Wanna go grab some lunch? My treat."

"Are you crazy?" She yelled. "Look at me!"

"You have a great body." I assured her. "Wait here. Or go meet your cheer squad naked, I don't care. You DO value your reputation, don't you?" Without waiting for her answer, I walked around the block and into it. Carter was already inside, picking out clothes for Brenda.

"Cheerleader? Or a slutty cheerleader?" He asked innocently.

I laughed and picked up an outfit which was at least 4 sizes too small. "Thanks, man."

He smirked and said, "Remember our deal."

"Oh yeah, bring your newbie later. 7pm, my place," I suggested. 

"An orgy? Mm. Now go entertain yourself."

I walked back out, and saw Brenda hugging herself at the corner. "Get up and wear this." I held the outfit up. 

Brenda eyed it warily.

"It's either this or your birthday suit."

She immediately stood up and grabbed the outfit. When she was done, I whistled. I could see her tits, peaking out from the extremely short top. Her areolas were also partly visible. When she turned around, half her ass was hanging out. "I can't wear this outside!"

"You have the body for it, flaunt it. First lesson of being a slut."

"I didn't sign up for this."

"I signed up to be your teacher. Now come on, we're going on a road trip. But first, new shoes."

"I can't go shoe shopping in this!!"

"Time's a wasting, hon," I remarked and walked off to my car. "You can go home. But I assure you your punishment will be humiliating."

A smile worked its way up my mouth, as I saw the reflection of her hugging walls and doors, but her steps never faltering as she followed me to my truck.

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To be continued.

Changing Her Ways



Every Christmas dinner with my family was the same. My part of the family would head over to our cousins around the corner from our house. Our other cousins, who lived in the states, along with my Grandparents would meet us their. We would all sit down for a fancy, although not very filling meal. Then, us "kids" would be shipped of to watch TV or a movie.

For years, since I had been 13, I had always lusted after my cousin. Her name was Rachelle and was two years younger then I was. When I used to baby-sit for my cousins, I would sneak up to her room and poke around. Sometimes, I would read through her dairies looking for any interesting information from her life. It was an obsession.

This Christmas, Rachelle had just turned 18 and was still as stunning as ever. At 5'8 with blond hair down just past her shoulders, along with small, but very firm breasts and a great figure, not to mention a perfect round ass, she turned heads whenever she went. Rachelle had always dressed on the verge of being slutty. She had a knack for walking the thin line between dressing very well and dressing like a slut. Tonight, for Christmas dinner, she was wearing a skirt that went just passed her knees, but sat very low on her hips and a tank top that displayed her pierced belly and a fair amount of cleavage. Her hair sat, like always, loose on her shoulders.

As we ate our meal, I could not help but stare at my cousin. She was amazing. I kept taking the quick glances that one takes when they want to look at something, but don't want anybody to notice. After the meal, and some short conversation, us "kids" (although we were not really kids, the youngest being 13 and the oldest, me, being 20) were sent downstairs to watch a movie. 

The TV room was set-up with the TV in the corner and three couches in a semi-circle around it. I sat down on the couch farthest from the TV and, to my delight; Rachelle sat down right beside me. The movie was started and we all settled down for a long 2 hours. Almost halfway through the movie, Rachelle leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Josh, the computer in my room is fucked up, could you see if you could fix it? It will be more fun then watching this movie!"

"Sure", I replied. Anything was better then watching the movie. Plus, I got to go into Rachelle's room. 

We arrived in her room and Rachelle shut the door. I turned on the computer and started to search for the problem. After a while, I tuned to her and said, "There's no problem with your computer." She was sprawled on her bed.

"Josh, I know that! I just wanted you up here so I could ask you a question without being heard downstairs."

"Well", I replied, "What might that question be?"

"I think you realized for the last little while, mainly starting when I was 14, that I was dressing, lets say, less then fully clothed."

Laughing, I said, "Yes, I have noticed, you have been good at walking that thin line."

"I know. And I was thinking: I'm really sick of walking that that line. I wanted to make a decision on which way to go. It was either start dressing really conservative or really dress like a slut. I decided to go with the slut. I have a good body and I want to show it off."

"Really," I replied "And you need my help, why?" I could not believe that I was hearing my cousin talking to me about this. I was in heaven!

"I know that you've been looking at me for the last while, actually, for the last 6 or 7 years. I figured you could help me dress like what you think is a slut. I mean, I don't want to be really bad. I want my daddy to still allow me to wear the stuff, but I really want to turn heads."

"I guess I can help" I managed to get out. "Let's start with the nothing on at all and work up from there."

"OK" she replied. Slowly, she wiggled out of her skirt leaving just her black panties covered her pussy. Then, she reached up and took of her tank top. Just her black bra and panties now covered her body. It was amazing, her body was perfect. There was not a thing wrong with it. "There, now what should I do" she said, snapping me out of my trance.

"Well, Rachelle" I said, "By nothing, I meant nothing, so you will need to take of the bra and panties."

"Oh" she giggled, "Whoops" She took off her bra first. Her breasts slipped out in sat on her chest. Her nipples were already hard. They were exactly like I had imagined them. Finally, she squirmed out of her panties. Her pussy looked incredibly tight, although there was quite a bit of hair covering it up.

"Well" I said, "The first thing that needs to go is that hair covering your pussy. You have no hair anywhere else, except for you head, why leave some down there?"

"I guess your right" she replied. She seemed very nervous. "Could you go get my razor from the bathroom across the hall? Its in the drawer to the right of the sink."

"Sure" I said, getting up. I left for the bathroom and opened up the drawer. There was the razor. I picked it up, along with shaving cream, and went back into Rachelle's room. I still could not believe that I was seeing my cousin naked after all these years. 

"Here" I said, handing her the razor and the cream. "Enjoy." She put some cream on the top of her pussy, and slowly spread it around. When she felt ready, she started to shave. Slowly at first, but when she noticed that it did not hurt, but actually felt good, she started to enjoy it. She finished and stood up.

"There" she said, spinning around, "Does it look good?"

"Rachelle" I replied, "It looks amazing. I never thought you could look better, but you just passed that mark."

"Thanks Josh, I really appreciate all the help you giving me. It makes me feel so good."

"My pleasure" I replied. "OK, lets start with what you wear for most of the week."

"Well" she said, "I still go the Private School down the street, so I guess what I would wear for most of the week would be my uniform. Plus, I like making other girls wet, so lets start with that!"

"OK" I replied. "Why don't you get dressed for school, like you normally do." 

"Sounds good" Rachelle said. She went over to her dresser and pulled out some underwear and a cheap bra. I made a mental note: that would have to change. Next, she pulled on her kilt, it when down to just above her knees. To finish it off, she put on her white shirt. It was a little loose and seemed to cover up her breasts and body. She buttoned up the shirt and said, "There, all done! How does it look?"

"Rachelle, you look amazing in anything, and the schoolgirl outfit makes you look great. However, there are a couple things that need to change. How old is your sister again?"

"She's three years younger then me, so she's 15. Why?"

"Well, do you think you could go grab her school uniform? I assume she goes to the same school you do?"

"Yeah, she does," replied Rachelle, "I'll be right back." She slipped out of the room and I looked around, realizing how lucky I was. She returned to her room with the kilt and top.

"Could you put it on?" I asked. "I know it might be a bit small, but that's what I'm looking for."

"I guess so" Rachelle replied. She took of her skirt and started putting on the new one. It was small, but would still fit. She struggled a bit, but managed to get it on. It went about 2 inches below the bottom of her ass. Perfect. Next came the top. It too was very tight, but showed off the curves of her breasts. 

"Looking better already," I said. "Just a couple more things."

"OK, what else do you want me to do?" replied Rachelle. I could think of a lot of things, but I decided to keep that to myself, for now!

"Could you sit down at you desk like you would at school?" I asked.

"Sure". She sat down in her chair and turned to me. Perfect, here underwear was very visible right up her skirt.

"OK Rachelle, two more changes you need to make. First, do you own a thong?"

"Of course I do Josh! What do you think I am?" laughed Rachelle.

"I can only imagine" I replied. "OK, why don't you take of that underwear you have on and put the thong on? Also, take of your bra. You tits are firm enough, you don't need support. It will let your nipples push out against you shirt."

"If you think it will work Josh," said Rachelle, pulling off her top and taking off her bra. Her breast lay in the open again, moving slowly up and down as she breathed, until she put the tight white shirt back on.

"Looking better already, Rachelle! You nipples really stand out. Its great! Do you think you could undo the top button too? The more skin showing, the better. Actually, there is one more thing: Tie you hair into two pigtails, one on each side of you head. It makes you look much more innocent and slutty."

"Of course I can Josh, whatever you say, I'll do." She undid the top button. Then she lifted her skirt and pulled off her underwear. There it was again, her newly shaved pussy. I could tell it was wet as her pussy juices glistened against the light. It disappeared from view again, when the black thong was pulled up, just covering her amazing pussy. Her hands grabbed two elastics and put her hair into pigtails. "All done Josh," she said looking in the mirror, "How do I look?"

"Amazing" I said. I was looking at the hottest grade 12 in the city. With a skirt that revealed her amazing tanned legs and showed the touches of ass when she walked along with a very tight shirt that her breast were just pushing to get out of, she truly was amazing. She pouted her lips making her look like an innocent schoolgirl. "Now make sure you buy this size of skirt and top when you go back to school after the holiday so you have a uniform of your own. Go take this off and return it to your sisters room."

"Sure Josh" was her reply as she walked out of the room. Now, the question was, what next? I decided she had to learn how to act like a slut while not being viewed by others. She had to learn how to masturbate like one.

A few minutes later, Rachelle re-appeared in the door. She was wearing nothing but the thong. "You said to give back my sister's stuff, and I did." She said grinning. "All I had on that was mine was this thong! I hope you don't mind." She walked over to her bed with her breasts bouncing lightly as she walked. "Now what?" she asked, sitting down on her bed. She re-adjusted her pigtails.

"I think" I replied, "That we need to work on your slutty habits outside of the eyes of others."

"What do you mean?" Rachelle asked.

"Have you ever fucked someone?" I asked. I figured I should go straight to the heart of the problem at hand.

"Um, yes" replied Rachelle, blushing.

"How? What position?"

"Well, just normal, I've only done 2 guys."

"Ever up the ass?"

"No! I'm afraid it will hurt."

"That, Rachelle" I stated, "Is your problem. To be a slut, you need to fuck guys every which way, in every position and in every hole possible. You need to want to be fucked! You need to need to be fucked!"

"Oh" said Rachelle, "How do I learn that, just fuck every guy I see?"

"That's going a little far. But I do have a great I idea that could help you. I would assume you masturbate?"

"Of course I do. But just with my fingers. Just rubbing."

"Then we have a problem that can easily be solved! Do you have a dildo by chance?" I asked.

"I don't" said Rachelle, "But I think my sister might. Should I go look?"

"Yes. Bring back every thing she has." Rachelle got up and walked out of her bedroom, her ass swinging as she walked. I was amazed she had never been fucked up the ass. Rachelle came back with two dildos. One was small, about the size of three finger and 4 inches long. The one that caught my eye however, was the thick 10-inch green dildo she was carrying.

"There" she said, giving me the dildo's, "I never knew my sister was so slutty, I really need to catch up!"

"Yes, yes you do" I replied, smiling. "Here, take this." I handed her the small dildo. "Go fuck yourself."

"I you really want me too" Rachelle said. She started to rub her pussy through her black panties. I could already see a dark spot forming. She got wet fast. She continued rubbing and slowly pulled her of the black thong. Her shaved pussy was glistening from her juices. I could see some trickle down her leg and pool on the bed. Slowly, Rachelle started rubbing her clit with the small dildo. "Ohhhhhh" she groaned, "Ohhhh yeah!" She pushed the dildo into her pussy. It slipped though her wet lips with ease. She started thrusting back and forth. "Ohhhhh" she groaned again, "It feels so good." Just as she started to get a rhythm going, I interrupted.

"Rachelle, stop."

"But Josh" she moaned, "Why? I like this, it feels great."

"Rachelle, stop!" I said, a little more forcefully, grabbing her wrist

"Fine Josh. What do you want me to do now?"

"Take this one," I said, handing her the thick green dildo. "I want you to really become a slut. I want you to sit down on this."

"Josh, it's bigger then anything I have ever seen. Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure, just do it. I swear you will like it!"

"OK. Here we go." Rachelle said. She set the huge dildo upright on her bed. She stood up and straddled it. She dipped the dildo two inches into her pussy and then pulled it out. "Josh, its so thick, I'm not sure whether it will fit!"

"Rachelle, trust me, it will fit!" She nodded in agreement. She began to lower herself onto the big dildo. The sight of seeing her lips part was amazing, but the sight of her pussy being stuffed was even better. She got half the dildo into her pussy and stopped.

"Josh" she said, "I don't think I can do this."

"Rachelle" I replied, "Do you want to be a slut or not?"

"I do, I really do" she replied.

"Fine. Give me the dildo." She pulled the dildo out of her pussy and handed it to me. The pussy juices ran down my hands. "Lie down on your bed, Rachelle" I said. She complied. "Put your legs behind your head and hold them together with your hands." Luckily, she was very flexible and complied easily. Now there was a clean-shaven pussy, with red lips with nothing blocking the path of the dildo, sitting in front of me. "Here's the deal Rachelle," I said, looking at her. "I am going to push this slowly, but if you try to stop me, or move you hands or legs away from you head, I push it all the way in. Got it?"

"Yes Josh" she said, nodding. I put the Dildo on her pussy lips. For the third time that night, her pussy lips parted to allow the thick dildo in. I was surprised at how tight she was. This could be more difficult then I had expected, I thought. Rachelle started to moan as the dildo went deeper inside her. I had it half way in. I could see her struggling to not move her hands or legs.

"Feeling OK Rachelle?" I asked. She smiled and nodded, moaning heavily. I slowly started to push it in farther. Every so often, I would pull it back a bit and push the dildo back in a little harder. I looked up a Rachelle. She had her eyes closed and had a look of pure pleasure on her face. She continued moaning softly. I was almost all the way in. With one final push, all 10 inches of the thick green dildo was inside of my cousin. The sight was amazing. "Rachelle, it's all in, still felling good?"

"Ohhhh, fuck yeah Josh. Its feels great!" She opened her eyes and looked down at her pussy. She gasped. "Wow, it really is all the way in there." She started to sit up, keeping the dildo all the way in. When she was in a completely upright position, she started to buck up and down on the dildo, riding it like it was the only thing that mattered. "Ohhhhhh, Ohhhh yeah" she moaned, "Fuck yeah, it feels great, Ohhhh." She started moving faster and faster, her face contorting into a look of pure bliss. "Fuck, oh shit, oh shit, OH SHIT" she yelled as on orgasm racked her body. She collapsed, panting, onto her bed. A pool of juices was collecting underneath her. She started to pull the dildo out.

"Wait Rachelle, leave that in there. Were not quite done yet."

"Ohhhh, Josh, I don't know how much more I can handle. What going to happen next?"

"Have you ever heard of the doggy style position?" I asked. Rachelle nodded.

"I have, but I've never used it."

"OK, keep the dildo in you and bend over, stick you ass towards me." She complied, waving her round ass right at me. I heard her moan again, feeling the dildo push into her in ways she had never felt before. "You said you've never been fucked up the ass right?"

"That's right, I've been afraid it will hurt."

"Well, you didn’t think that you could get the dildo all the way into your pussy but you managed to. What do you think about going anal?"

"I guess I could try. Will you help me again?"

"Of course, same rules as before. Put your hands on your hand and don’t let the dildo come all the way out. If your hands come off you head or the dildo slips out, I shove. Do you have any oil around here?" I asked, looking around.

"I guess I can agree to that" she said, "Yeah, there's some oil over on my desk. I got up, grabbed the oil and sat down, admiring her perfect ass. Her asshole looked very tight. I was planning to get the small dildo in, but I figured I should start small, with my finger. I put some oil into her ass; it dripped around her tight hole and down to her pussy. Finally, I put some oil on my finger. Giving her ass a squeeze, I was ready to go.

"Rachelle, I'm going to start with my finger, OK?" She nodded. I moved my finger around her asshole. I pushed it in about half and inch; I could feel Rachelle tense up. She was doing a pretty good job of keeping the dildo in her pussy. I moved my finger all the way into her tight ass. It felt so good! I pulled it out and pushed back in. "Feel OK, Rachelle?" I asked her.

"Yeah, not bad actually. Are you going to try the other, small dildo next?"

"Of course" I replied. "If it starts to hurt, just move up and down on the dildo in your pussy and focus on that pleasure. But don’t move your hands or let the dildo in your pussy slip out."

"I won’t," she said, closing her eyes once again. I removed my finger and wiped it on her hair, giving myself a better grip and the dildo. I oiled it up and started pushing it into her ass. She gasped saying "Josh, Owww, It hurts!" I kept pushing.

"Just bear with it Rachelle, it will feel really good by the end, just focus on the dildo in your pussy and how good it feels. OK?"

"I'll try Josh" was her reply. I kept pushing it, very slowly. I put a bit more oil into her ass and watched it slide down to her pussy. I was almost half way in when Rachelle moved her hand from the top of her head in an attempt to stop me.

"Rachelle, you knew the rules," I said as I thrust the dildo all the way into her ass.

"FUCK, IT HURTS!" She yelled. "Stop!! It hurts, Owwwww," she said through tears. "Why wont you stop? It hurts, FUCK!"

"Rachelle" I said calmly, "You knew the rules, and you broke them. Don't worry, it will stop hurting soon. Just enjoy it. Remember, it will just make you more slutty, and that's what you want." She did not respond, just continued to cry into a pillow yelling about how much it hurt. I ignored her cries. I pulled the dildo out and slowly began to ass-fuck her with the dildo. Slowly, her cries began to turn into moans. "See" I said, "It's not that bad anymore, is it?"

"No" she replied, sniffling. "But my ass will be sore tomorrow."

"OK Rachelle, get your head up and ride the dildo. I'll keep fucking your ass." I grabbed her two pigtails and pulled back, making sure that her head stayed up. "See Rachelle, when you fuck, make sure you keep your head up at least this high. It makes you look much more like a slut." I could see her wince from the pain of her hair being pulled.

"OK Josh, I'll do that." She said. She started to ride the huge dildo in her pussy, sliding all the way out on slamming it back in. I tried to keep pace with the dildo in her pussy. "OH JOSH" she screamed, "Ohhhhh, Fuck, Fuck my ass with the dildo, HARDER!" I complied, shoving the dildo in and out of her ass with more force and with a faster pace. "Shit Josh, I love being a slut. Fuck my ass, that's it, Ohhhhhh yeah!" she screamed again. She was really going fast, bucking up and down as fast as she could. I kept pace the best I could. "Slap me Josh, SLAP ME!"




Changing His Diet



Cast of Characters

I (or me): 27 years old, 5'5", 135#, blonde hair, green eyes. I've been told I'm pretty. When people are being kind, they say I look like Jennifer Anniston or Brittany Spears. I workout faithfully to keep in shape but most people don't notice. Usually, all they see are my 38F breasts. That's right, F-cups, and all natural. If you think I'm lying then fuck you.

Hubby (or honey): 34 years old, 6'3", 210#, brown hair and eyes. Rugged looks that can turn those prefer Rob Lowe and Sean Astin types off but make women like me melt. Well built and nicely hung at 7". A tier 2 porno stud if you're thinking of Peter North or Mr. Marcus but most ladies would love to be in bed with him.

"Brad": A small man who taught me a big lesson.

Kingsize: 10 inches, very hard, very thick, very black. Other details are either unknown or irrelevant. His service to Hubby and me was as a cock and producer of sperm.

* * * *

Life it seems has always been about sex to me. What would you expect, I was a C-cup at eleven. I tried to ignore them. Then hide them. Then run away from them. For a long time I was shy and self-conscious but on another level I enjoyed the notoriety -- imagine being in the fifth grade and having bigger tits than the teacher -- and attention the boys paid. Later, I learned to exploit them and finally, with the help of Hubby, I've learned to enjoy them.

Hubby was always more sexually adventurous than I but over time has convinced me to experiment and I'm so happy he did. Certainly sex is one of the most important aspects of our life together and has helped us over some of those rough spots that are part of every marriage.

I suppose some would think of us as swingers. We've had sex with others, both couples and singles, but not that often. We're very selective and we don't hang around those clubs that cater to the "lifestyle."

The beginning of this tale occurred about two years ago when I found out something very important about myself. Hubby and I met a couple in town on a business trip. They were staying at a premium hotel hubby and I frequented for its lively bar and dance area. 

They were about our age, fit and very attractive. The guy actually looked like Brad Pitt (hey, I said Hubby didn't look like one of those Hollywood pretty boys, I never said I'd turn one of them down).

We drank and danced with each other's spouses. "Brad" mostly talked to my breasts. I found him very hot and ground my pubis into his during slow dances. We all ended up back in their hotel room -- suite, actually. By that time, I was making out with "Brad" in the elevator and continued when we got into the room.

"Brad" took me into the bedroom and closed the door while Hubby remained in the living room with...well, to tell you the truth, I wasn't paying the wife very much attention. 

It didn't take long till I was naked from the waist up. You'd be surprised, big tits, little tits, the bras all come off at pretty much the same speed. I love having mine suckled and soon "Brad" was doing a masterful job of mouthing them.

My pussy had been juicing since we were on the dance floor and now it was on fire. Eventually, "Brad" got around to pulling off my slacks and panties. I lay on the bed gently stroking my labia and trying to keep from jamming my fingers into my cunt as I watched him undress.

What's the word for a really major disappointment? You know the kind, where you come down on Christmas morning and there are no presents, no tree, nothing. Well, whatever it is, that's what I felt. Poor "Brad." 

He was bringing a Little League bat to the World Series. I know they say size doesn't matter, but they weren't talking about "Brad" when they said that. The normal range for an erect penis is between 5" and 7". By that definition, "Brad" on his best may have just barely qualified.

As he moved between my open thighs and began rubbing his almost-five thin inches in and out along one side of my vagina, I almost giggled out loud as I contemplated actually saying those four, dreaded words: Is it in yet?

"Brad" was nothing if not sensitive to others, however. "This position isn't doing much for you, is it?" he asked. 

Obviously, his question was rhetorical as, without waiting for benefit of reply, he spun around and pulled me on top of him placing us in a sixty-nine position. His lips, tongue, and fingers teased my clit and labia and soon had me racing toward orgasm.

Meanwhile, "Brad's" little boy dick presented a much more tempting objective for my mouth than it had my cunt. I was able to deep throat him easily and delighted in doing so. 

Somewhere between my second and third orgasms I felt him tighten. I sank my mouth over his cock till my lips encircled its base. He shot his cum directly into the back of my mouth completely missing my tongue. I never even tasted it. 

As I held my mouth over him, enjoying the feel of his shrinking cock, I experienced a lovely, almost mellow orgasm as he softly hummed his appreciation of my oral skills while holding his tongue against my clit.

Later, after we'd recovered sufficiently to start again, "Brad" spoke as he played, fascinated, with my tits. 

"Some women are really connoisseurs of the smaller cock," he said with boundless optimism. "Obviously, you're not one of them."

"I really loved deep throating you," I replied, trying to overlook my disappointment in his shortcomings.

"Do you mind if I try something?" he asked excitedly.

"As long as it doesn't hurt," I smiled.

Jumping off the bed, "Brad" reached into his suitcase and pulled out the most realistic fake cock I'd ever seen. 

It was beautiful. When he placed it in my hand, it felt solid and heavy. It must have been eight inches long and fatter around than Hubby's. 

"Sometimes, the wife likes a little more, too," he smiled. "Can I try it on you?"

Without offering a verbal response, I lay back, closed my eyes, spread my legs, and placed the jellied head at the entrance to my cunt. I was so wet from "Brad's" saliva and my own juices, it slipped in to the hilt with one push. I gasped. I'd never been so full nor felt so good. The head of cock was just touching the pathway to my uterus. 

I lay there, overcome by the sensations within my pussy, unable to move. "Brad" began thrusting the plastic phallus with his hand. I spasmed on the third stroke. And the fourth. And the fifth and the sixth. 

I settled in for the long run up to a really big one. I was actually a little frightened that I might not be able to handle it. I'd never had my pussy stretched so far or the felt continual grazing of a cock against my cervix before.

Just when I felt like I couldn't move if the National Guard stormed the room, "Brad" moved me. Leaving the dildo inside me, he grabbed my hips and rolled me over onto my stomach, pulling me back so my knees were bent beneath me. 

My face lay flat against the mattress, my arms were extended above my head and my fingers clutched the bed sheet. My knees were splayed so wide apart my pubic bone was only inches above the mattress. My ass was thrust skyward.

"Brad" grasped the dildo again and resumed thrusting in long, slow, steady strokes. He moved closer behind me. He's going to ass-fuck me while he shoves that wonderful phony cock in my pussy, I thought happily. Somehow, I went to another level of excitement. 

Normally, I'm not a fan of anal sex. It felt good at the time, but left an uncomfortable after-feeling. The best part is the reaction of the guy as he enjoys the still somewhat taboo act. I had, however, long fantasized about being sandwiched between two cocks even though I was too chicken to try it.

This time was different. "Brad's" small dick appealed to me as the perfect weapon for a backdoor invasion. It was not to be. Just as I was about to tell him to fuck my ass, he squeezed his dick between the dildo and my vaginal wall. 

I was so stretched I couldn't breathe! Gently, he rocked back and forth allowing me time to become accustomed to the thickness of both cocks, real and fake, crammed into my pussy together. 

He grabbed the dildo and began slowly, slowly pulling it and his dick out in unison. Then, even more slowly, he slid them back in. Never had anything felt so impossibly good. I could be silent no longer.

"Oh, godammit, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

After a couple of more thrusts, "Brad" withdrew both his cock and the dildo. Walking over to the suitcase, deliberately allowing me to watch him, he pulled out a heavy-duty rubber band and lashed his cock to the dildo. 

Holding a bottle of liquid KY, he looked me in the eyes as he coated the melded phalluses. I couldn't believe that what I was looking at had been inside me and I couldn't wait for it to go back in.

I hadn't moved a muscle since "Brad had positioned me on the bed, and I remained motionless as he walked back to his post behind me. "Brad" buried his enhanced hard-on to the hilt in one thrust. I felt impossibly good once again.

I love it when Hubby takes me from behind like that but with him, I usually let my hand slide back between my legs and stroke my clit while he fucks me. No matter how quick he might be, I never miss an orgasm that way. 

Now, there was no need. I was stretched so far that every stroke pulled at my clit in a way no manual stroking could. Every time "Brad" bottomed out it felt like a thousand tiny fingers gently pinching my clitoris.

"Brad's" deep strokes not only stretched and pulled at my clitoris and tapped my uterus, each one also sent a lightening bolt straight to my nipples. I couldn't stop myself. I reached for my tit, pinching the nipple between my forefinger and thumb.

Seeing the force with which I was pinching my nipple. "Brad" suddenly swatted my fleshy ass cheek. Hard! It stung like hell but it just added to the pleasure the sweet stretching was causing in my cunt and the desperately pinched nipple was causing in my tits.

"That's it, slut!" he told me slapping my ass once for each syllable. "You pinch those nipples while I spank your ass."

Although I'd sometimes think of myself as sluttish, no man had ever called me that, not even jokingly. When "Brad" said it, I felt really naughty. Having a total stranger refer to me that way excited me in ways I'd never experienced before. Suddenly, I liked being his slut.

Every time "Brad" bottomed out, he slapped and I squeezed. I didn't know where I was. My clit was sending nerve shock waves to my nipple and my nipple was sending them back. It had begun. One like I'd never had before.

"Like it, slut?" he asked, seemingly happy to delay my orgasm.

"Damn you," I yelled at "Brad" when I could take it no longer. "You know what you're doing to me. Now finish it. Fuck me with that monster double dick of yours! Take my orgasm from me! Take it, damn you, take it!"

Spasm. Stroke. Spasm. Stroke. Spasm. Stroke. Stroke. Explosion!!

I don't know if I actually passed out but I'm sure I wasn't totally conscious for a period of time. "Brad" stayed inside me for a few minutes as my pussy shuddered in post-orgasmic spasms. I came little cums as he slowly withdrew.

I watched as he disentangled the real and the fake dicks. "Do you do that for all your women?" I asked.

"Only the special ones," he replied. Then he called me a name I'd never heard before. "You're a 'size queen.'" I needed neither definition nor explanation. I knew he was right and that I'd changed forever.

"Can I ask a favor?" he wondered.

"Almost anything," I replied realizing how much I owed him.

"I'd love to cum on those tits." 

It seems strange now, but I'd never had anyone cum anywhere but my cunt, my ass, my mouth, or my hand before. I lit up my best smile. Scooting over to the side of the bed, I grabbed my tits and offered them up to him. 

His fist covered his entire erection except for the tip of the head poking out. I watched with interest as he jerked himself off. He may have been small in some ways, but when it came to cumming, he could shoot with the best. 

He took a step backward and I watched as the first jet arced high in the air and landed on my far orb. The second went farther still hitting the sheet. There were eight high volume, high-arcing jets before he had to step closer and drizzle his remaining load onto my chest. He shuddered.

"Damn that was good!" he shouted. Then, being ever courteous said, "I'll get something to clean you up." 

As he ran the water to warm it for the washcloth, I dipped my fingers into his goo and brought some to my mouth. I hadn't really tasted it when I deep throated him and I wanted to now. Very nice, I thought, a shame he wasted all of it.

* * * *

It was the last full day of our week in Jamaica. Tomorrow Hubby and I would be flying home.

In the twenty-two months since my "cumming out" party as a "size queen," Hubby and I delighted in seeing how big an object we could shove into my cunt. I got off on more bottles and vegetables and fruit and fake dicks than you can imagine. 

Hubby and I continued to fuck, of course, and I continued to enjoy it, but I began to fantasize about a dick. A special dick. A dick the combined size of "Brad" and his dildo.

I was fantasizing about such a cock as I sat on the beach in front of our hotel. Hubby had gone for a long walk and was completely out of sight when I saw it. He walked past, bold as brass, about fifty feet away. 

In silhouette, it appeared that there was a grapefruit stuffed into the front of the tiny white Speedo he wore. I watched his back as he disappeared down the beach. What an ass! I could just see the top of his crack above thin line of material. My cunt was experiencing a meltdown. Most intriguing of all, he was black as coal. I gave him a name: Kingsize.

Many women on the beach were topless but I was wearing the hot pink thong bikini Hubby had surprised me with when we first arrived. In addition to my unusual cup size, my nipples are more than four inches in diameter. When I tried on the top, the little triangles of pink were so small that no matter how I positioned them, a half-inch or so of pale brown areola was visible. I felt there was no need to go topless. I looked more erotic bursting out of that skimpy top than I would with no top at all.

The bottom covered so little I told Hubby nobody could wear it unless she was completely shaved. He grinned until I turned the tables. I went into the bathroom -- to shave, he thought -- but I returned nude from the waist down with a razor, hot water, and shaving cream.

"You bought it, honey, you shave it." 

I put a towel on the room chair, sat down, and spread my legs over the arms of the chair. Hubby was shocked, but he carried on like a trooper, kneeling on the floor and shaving me clean. Including around the asshole. It was so nice, I asked him to rim me. I made him shave me -- and rim me -- everyday thereafter.

We were vacationing in the off-season and my summer tan had been deepened by a week in the Caribbean sun. There were relatively few of us on the beach and the throbbing in my pussy was just beginning to subside when I saw Kingsize returning up the beach.  

I watched as several of the topless ladies propped themselves up trying to catch his eye. He looked but kept on walking. I saw the women follow him with their eyes. If they were in groups, they whispered to each other and giggled.

Walking back, his path was taking him much closer to where I lay sunbathing. I knew I was going to do something, I just didn't know exactly what. I got up on my knees where he'd be sure to see me -- what good were F-cups if you never used them? 

I brushed pretend sand from my tits to make sure he got a good look. My eyes were glued to that grapefruit as it bobbed toward me. When he was about ten feet away, I looked up from his Speedo and into his eyes.

"Excuse me," I said in my calmest voice possible given the circumstances. "Are you from the hotel?" I knew he wasn't.

He approached closer. "No sweetheart, I'm sure not," he drawled. Expecting singsong Jamaican or perhaps a clipped British accent, I was caught off guard for a moment by his soft Texas drawl. "Y'all needin' some help?"

"It's just that my husband is off walking the beach god-knows-where, and I need to cart all this shit back to the hotel. Probably ogling some hot topless chick in her thong," I bitched. 

The sun was behind Kingsize. I found it difficult to look up into his eyes. At least that's what I told myself. I realized for the first time just what all those guys felt about me all those years. I had been speaking to the grapefruit, not the man.

"He's looking for something hot and he's not here?" Kingsize drawled, incredulously. "Here, I'll give you a hand," 

I grabbed his hand and stood up. He was barely taller than I and I saw for the first time he was just a kid. As he reached down to help gather up the towels and beach chairs I blurted out, "You're just a boy. You can't be more than seventeen!"

Standing erect again, Kingsize placed his right hand on his hip. His long, black fingers stretched all the way across the front of his white suit with the tips resting on the enormous bulge that tested the limits of the Speedo's construction. 

There was nowhere else for me to look, really. That black hand on that white fabric. The mouth watering swell of that beautiful, tempting, hidden-but-just-barely, woman tamer/pleaser. I stared. He watched me stare. 

"Think I'm not man enough for the job?"

"Sorry," I said, flashing a bright smile and trying my best to look into his face. "I'm sure you're more than man enough." 

Running my tongue across my lips, I sighed as my gaze returned again to that place where his fingertips touched his bathing suit.

As we gathered up the things, he said, "Don't worry, darlin'. As of last week, I'm eighteen. All nice and legal." 

Size Queen, meet Kingsize, I thought.

Our hotel room was one the ground floor and we could walk onto our patio from the beach. From there, French doors led inside. 

There was some awkwardness on the patio as I tried to maneuver him into the room without seeming overly eager. I have no idea why I was trying to be coy with this stranger, this kid. I knew he was interested in only one thing. 

As it happened, so was I. Why couldn't I admit it? His age most likely, I reasoned. Also his color. 

I was shaking all over at the prospect of sex with a black man. It had been a fantasy I dared not mention. Not that either Hubby or I were bigots, it was just too taboo for me. I worried about being disappointed, that I'd discover the myth was just that. No man could possibly be as endowed as the fantasy black stud, but from all outward indications, this one was.

Somehow, we managed to get inside. I was enjoying the thought that I, as the older woman, would be taking the lead. He'd be mine to mold. I'd take my pleasure and he'd get what I was willing to give (which, truth be told, was quite a bit). No sooner had we broken our first kiss, however, than he let me know he was in charge. 

I started to pull the drapes closed. "Leave them open," he ordered.

"But people can see in," I protested.

"Let them," he said, then, "Take off your top." 

Suddenly, as I reached behind to undo the strings, I was even more turned at the thought of doing this young stud's bidding than being in charge myself. I stood stock-still as I lowered the bikini top and dropped it to the floor. 

I'd read some of the "once you go black you never go back" stories but I never thought myself the type. In my mind, I was more the "you bought it, you shave it" sort. Now I wasn't so sure. Suddenly, in the presence of an obviously superior male, I was feeling all warm and submissive. And my desire to surrender was feeding my lust.

I watched as those king sized hands caressed my breasts. Never in my life was I so happy with my over-endowment. I was certain he'd never needed both hands to contain a single mammary before. 




Changing His Diet



Proudly, I thrust my chest out to him. He brushed the back of his finger across my areola to harden the nipple. When it was sticking out three-quarters of an inch, he pinched it. Harder than anyone, including myself, had ever pinched it. 

It hurt. A lot. Just as I began to pull back, I caught myself and thrust my chest out even farther. The main reason was because as much as he'd hurt me, the resultant nerve shock to my clitoris produced even more pleasure. He pinched again, with neither more nor less force. I wondered if he could see my juices running down my leg. 

He grabbed both nipples and pulled them straight out, away from my body. My tits were now being supported by both my chest and his fingers. The nipples became very stretched. He pulled them out farther and down, forcing my knees to buckle. When I was staring at the beautiful front of that strained Speedo, he let go.

"You should get 'em pierced," he said. "Get a chain you can clamp onto each nipple and wear under your blouse. You look like the type that would enjoy it." 

Kingsize glanced at his watch. "Look, I don't mean to cut this short, but I gotta get goin' so let's get down to business." I reached to take off my bikini bottoms.

"Hold on, darlin," he said. "You'd best suck my first cum out else I won't be lastin' more'n couple of minutes." 

Kingsize reached for his Speedo but I grabbed his hands. "Let me do that. Please?" 

I was well aware that, for the first time, I was about to have sex with another man without Hubby present. As I placed both hands on the front of that Speedo, I wondered what his reaction would be to seeing his precious wife submitting to a black teenager. 

It was then, from the corner of my eye, that I noticed Hubby, standing on the patio, arms folded over his chest, shoulder resting against the building, watching Kingsize and me intently. 

Well, I thought, he's interested.

Carefully, I peeled the garment over the black man's bulging organ. Sitting back on my heels, I just stared. It was perfectly formed, about the same length, but much thicker than Hubby's. It was, of course, still flaccid. 

I wanted it desperately. Grasping it with one hand, I reached around behind Kingsize with the other and slid the Speedo off his ass and down to the floor. He stepped out of it, completely naked.

Removing my hand from his cock, he stroked it himself. On my knees, I watched as he brought himself to full erection. It was magnificent. The cock I'd been waiting for. The cock that would complete me as a woman. I felt it appropriate that I was on my knees, in a worshipful position, before it. Moving forward, I kissed the head.

Taking three steps backward, Kingsize sat down in a chair. I knee-walked after him. 

"Suck me off," he ordered.

I began by kissing everything: the head; the shaft; his balls; his thighs. I proceeded to run my tongue over everything I'd just kissed. Tilting my head to the side, I placed my mouth over the glans and sucked and licked like I was trying to give it a hickey. 

I began to hum. Kingsize began to moan. Finally, moving upward to the tip, I opened my mouth and let it settle downward covering the business end of that wonderful dick. 

Kingsize was getting close. He entwined his fingers in my blonde locks and gripped tight. He used this grip to guide my head up and down his cock shaft, like he was jerking himself off with my mouth. 

I braced myself with my hands on my knees and let him use my mouth for his pleasure. Overcome with lust of my own, I began to rub the front of my hot pink bikini bottom seeking relief. 

Then it happened. The explosion rocked my mouth. Cum was flooding in. A jerk from his hand and my mouth was pulled free from his dick. A hot jet splashed across my cheek. 

My head was thrust down again filling my mouth with cock. He held me there until his final spasm subsided. Sinking back in the chair, he released my hair. I continued holding his softening cock in my mouth. 

Finally, I, too, sighed and relaxed. I turned and sat on the floor between his legs. The back of my head rested on his upper thigh. His limp cock dangled across my shoulder. A strand of cum was drying on my cheek; two rivulets dripped from the corners of my mouth onto my tits giving witness to the fact that I'd been unable to swallow the entire load. 

I gently caressed myself through the pink bikini. My breathing was returning to normal but my cunt was more aflame than ever.

I deliberately looked over to Hubby standing outside on the patio. He quickly looked away but, realizing he'd been caught peeping, looked back at me. 

Deliberately, I scraped the cum at the corner of my mouth onto my finger and sucked it off exaggerating my swallowing motions. Then I leaned over and kissed the cock on my shoulder. I could see Hubby had his hand buried in his swim trunks.

The kiss caused Kingsize to moan as he began to rouse himself. Pushing my head away from his crotch, he stood up and began massaging his tool. Staying on my knees I moved to face him again. Displaying the stamina of a teenager, he was rapidly hardening again.

"You have a magnificent cock," I told him. "I'll do whatever you want." 

Quickly I realized that he might just want to fuck me in the ass, but if that's how he wanted me to serve his cock then that's what I'd do. Fortunately, he opted for my pussy.

"Get on the bed," Kingsize ordered when he'd come to full attention. 

He was more of a doer than a talker. Jumping to my feet, I slid my bikini bottoms off before taking a position on my hands and knees at the foot of the bed.

Kingsize moved behind me. In a thrust, he was in to the hilt. I was tingling all over. There was no giggling to myself; no thought of asking, Is it in, yet? with this enormously hung black teen. 

It was all in and I knew it for certain. I was being stretched in a most glorious way. Stretched like I'd never been stretched before. In the part of my cunt he was fucking me, until today, I'd been a virgin. The end of his cock had entered my uterus.

The onslaught began. Each time his belly slammed my ass it was like ten thousand tiny bees stinging my clit. I began to cum almost immediately and didn't stop. In and out he sawed, balls swinging into my clit, labia stretched so tight I thought they'd been torn. 

Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes he thrust at the same pace. Finally, I heard the low grunt that told me the end was cumming. I didn't care; I already had been cumming for 15 minutes solid. I welcomed his finish and there it was. A heavy groan and I felt the liquid lava jets as he buried himself completely inside me.

I sagged to the mattress as he pulled out and stepped back. Recovery for him was two deep breaths. He reached for his Speedo and began pulling it on. I hadn't looked in Hubby's direction for the past 20 minutes but I was positive he was still watching through the patio door. 

"Let me clean you before you leave," I begged Kingsize sliding to my knees on the floor once again. 

He shrugged his shoulders and allowed the Speedo to cover his ass in back but expose his cock and balls in the front. I went to work licking my tongue up and down his shaft re-igniting my passions yet again as I sampled our combined juices that covered his cock. 

His slit drooled the last of his orgasm. I dipped my head to catch the strand of jism swaying from the tip of his cockhead. Moving up, I captured the entire strand in my mouth much as one would swoop up a piece of cooked linguini.

Reluctantly, I slid my mouth off the softening cock and pinned it to his belly. Dipping my head, I searched his wrinkled nut sack with my tongue finding several sticky deposits of delicious, gooey cum. I swallowed the juices in my mouth before deep throating his semi-flaccid organ four more times, checking it for cleanliness each time it exited my mouth.

Finally, I pulled his Speedo up over his balls but could not encase the whole of that magnificent dick within its confines. I was surprised when Kingsize simply left four inches of cock exposed and headed for our patio door.

I saw Hubby duck around the corner of the building as Kingsize made his exit. In due course, Hubby let himself in.

I was laying on our bed lazily caressing my pussy lips as Hubby pulled off his trunks. His cock was stiff as a board as he moved toward the bed. As he went to position himself between my thighs, I closed my legs around my hand.

Placing my free hand against his shoulder, I stopped his progress. He looked at me curiously.

"No, honey," I said, giggling. "I'm too sore. Did you see the size of that night stick he attacked me with?" 

Pushing him down toward the bottom of the bed, I asked for a special favor, a favor never asked or even hinted at before.

"I need your soft, sweet tongue to soothe my bruised, puffy pussy."

"But he just came...it's inside you... his stuff...I can't..."

"Yes you can, honey. Do it for me. What I really need now is a tongue. I've had all the dick I can handle for one day."

Hubby was amazed at his own reaction to my request. He was becoming more turned on by the prospect of eating me out than by fucking me. I had already been fucked by the clearly bigger, better man and Hubby's role in this momentary menage-a-trois would not be one of asserting his conventional marital rights. 

He was to be my comforter and provider of solace from my brutal yet beautiful assault. His mouth, his lips, and his tongue would now stake the claim to my erotic affection formerly held by his phallus.

As he leaned forward toward my messy but beautiful cunt, Hubby could smell the musky aroma left by the big, black cock. At first, Hubby kept his mouth closed as he pursed his lips and trailed them in little figure eights on my labia. 

I moaned low and deep when I first felt Hubby's lips. They felt so good. I knew he'd bring me to another orgasm and I started to urge him on.

"Oooo, that's it honey, rub my pussy with your lips. It's so sore and I need you to kiss it better." I felt Hubby begin administering a series of tiny kisses up and down my pussy lips and along my upper thighs. 

"Now put your tongue out and lick me. I won't taste bad, that's for sure. He shot a big load in my mouth and I just loved swallowing it down for him. I wouldn't have cared who fucked me after that I was so hot. It's amazing, all the men I've fucked and nothing ever got me hotter than blowing that kid's big dick. I'd suck him off every day if he'd let me." 

Hubby's tongue was buried deep inside my pussy now. He was lapping me for all he was worth and I was getting closer and closer. But I wasn't through yet.

"Mmmm, don't stop, honey. Lick all that cum out. See, didn't I tell you how good it tasted? Too bad you can't get your tongue all the way in there where his dick was. Of course, nothing's ever been in me that far. It felt oh so good. Did you see how thick he was?

"I've never been stretched like that before. Jesus, where do you think a kid gets a dick like that? I'll never forget that fuck. Never. Don't hate me honey, but he made me a woman with that dick. I told him I loved him. First when I sucked it and then when he was fucking me. It's OK, I'll never see him again."

Hubby lifted his face off my pussy long enough to tell me he loved me. Now I hurried to bring about my final release.

"That's it honey, lick that pussy. Grab your dick, honey. I know you need to get off too." I felt him adjust his position as he moved his hand down his body.

"That's right, jerk your dick, honey. Shoot your cum on the sheet as you lick another man's cum out of my pussy. Oh, yes, that's it! I swear, I'll never let another man clean me up, honey. You're the best. Yes! Yes!" 

I grabbed him by his hair and yanked his head tight against my crotch. I humped his face and rubbed my pussy up and down against his slippery tongue and lips. My orgasms began to wash over me as I felt his body begin to jerk and pulse too. I know when people talk about simultaneous orgasms, this isn't what they mean, but I was very proud and happy as Hubby got both of us off together.



Changing Husbands



CHAPTER 1

Judith Kennedy smiled at she looked out the small kitchen windows of the holiday home at the lake. The dads and boys of the two families were playing soccer on the rough, just-mown lawn against the girls and the boyfriends of the older girls. The females were shrieking 'foul', 'that's not fair' and 'give us a chance to play the ball'. 

Roll back twenty years and she would have been one of those teenagers shouting 'foul' as the boys dominated, exhibiting their skills, only in those days they had played football. She watched her eldest daughter's new guy, an Australia from her college, a really beautiful guy, curl a kick that landed right at Michelle's feet.

Micki as she was called now, shrieked in excitement and kicked the ball forward only to immediately fall on to her back. The red-headed Australian the young people called Blue or Bluey instead of Rex for some reason, loped over and pulled Micki to her feet and the unruly game practically stopped as most of the participants stood to grin as Blue got his reward, a kiss that appeared to be almost a seduction.

Judith's younger sister Maxine came in beside her and breathed, "Are they only kissing?"

"I-I think so," Judith squirmed. She disproved of the public display of affection, or was it lust, of the twenty-one year olds or of anyone for that matter.

"Relax Jude, you're on vacation. Have you accepted this Aussie has gotten everyone calling your pride and joy Micki simply by calling her that name?"

"He seems to be influential."

"God you haven't relaxed yet. Do you think he has a big dick?"

Judith swallowed. "Should we find out?"

Maxine grabbed her and waltzed her round the kitchen singing, "Jude's beginning to relax; Jude's beginning to relax."

They slowed to a stop but continued to hug. Judith pushed back her sister's ill-disciplined fringe. "Do you remember me teaching you to dance? You are a lovely dancer now but I taught you the basics."

"You taught me to find my rhythm... that was the big breakthrough. And you also taught me about sex when we that that threesome with Dwight Wells."

"God Maxine," Judith said, looking round fearfully but their parents were out on the lawn being well-behaved spectators. "Are you back having sex with Harry now you've forgiven him for having that affair with Martha?"

"We are back having something that passes for sex but I've not forgiven him."

"You must darling," Maxine said, kissing her sister on the lips sweetly. 

Maxine pulled away and said gravely, "Unless you do your life will forever be blighted."

Judith sniffed and blew her nose. "I guess you're right. But tell me, how does one find forgiveness?"

"Try having an affair yourself."

The sisters giggled, eyeing one another affectionately and then moved to prepare mid morning coffee.

During the gaiety over coffee and sugared buns fifteen minutes later Judith took a call and went off to hear the caller and returned looking a little upset.

Harry caught the exchange of expression and asked, "Bad news?"

"I've been called back to the hospital. A chopper is coming for me. Two of the surgeons were in a car accident last night and both have been admitted with fractured limbs. We are left with only one orthopedic surgeon so they want me back for three days when Muriel Bacarella is due back from her vacation in Italy."

"Damn," Harry said. "We have been here only four hours. Somebody will have to drive you back in your car. You are not too good driving on these remote windy roads."

"Michelle will you accompany me? You are the best driver in the family."

"Mom I have Sue-Ellen's 21st birthday party on Saturday night and her mom wants me to lead the singing round the campfire."

"Oh yes of course."

"I'm taking the boys on an overnight fishing trip tomorrow," Harry said. "I guess..."

"No way," yelled two of the boys.

Maxine said with Judith gone she'd need to remain to take charge of catering. "Blue you go with her. You'll get a wonderful view of this lakes district from the helicopter. You're here to see as much of America as you can, aren't you?"

"Well if Mrs Lucas is happy about that and what about you Micki?"

"Yes you go. I can then stay a couple of days with Sue-Ellen and her family.

Judith said she couldn't ruin Blue's first vacation in America.

"It's only for four nights counting tonight mom and we're here for twelve days and he'd redundant on Saturday because the party is only for females. Take him."

"Yes take him," Harry said. "Blue's shown he's a good driver, driving on the wrong side of the road for him and if you are tired after setting limbs and sewing up people you'd not handle that 220-mile drive yourself."

"Well that's it by popular support Mrs Lucas. We best pack our bags," Blue grinned.

The journey from the heliport was uneventful apart from one sad disclosure. Judith learned Blue's mother had died two years earlier after suffering a brain embolism. 

"It was so sudden and it was a great shock to everyone but we are all well over it now, even dad."

"What does your father do?"

"He used to practice law but is now fulltime into property investment and has clients in Asia, India and North America, Mexico, Chile and Argentina buying into well-performing Australian property." 

"How can that be fulltime?"

"He leads a team of seven and drives them to find clients to fit investment opportunities they have found as they are major properties, usually sold to syndicates. Dad heads negotiations and supervises the news letters to clients and reports to clients quarterly about the state of their investment with graphs showing local and regional property and financial trends. It's quite complex."

"Very complex by the sound of it," Judith said.

Judith was called to the hospital just after 9:00.

"There's been a bus accident. It rolled after leaving the highway with three confirmed fatalities."

"Duty calls, off you go," Blue said, taking her into her arms and kissing her gently. She felt something hard against her belly and then realized it would be his belt buckle.

Judith thought about the impossible, having sex with him, but turning her car into the hospital and seeing the line-up of ambulances outside ER her mind jumped to another level.

She arrived home just before 3:00 and Blue appeared dressed in only his briefs. She noted the bulge but she was so tired it meant nothing.

"Into a hot bath young lady, it's already running. I'll fetch you hot chocolate."

Judith heard him arriving and pulled a flannel over her breasts. She'd used a bubble bath mix so her lower privacy was assured.

"I'll slide it across the floor as far as I can without coming in."

"What would you have done if bringing hot chocolate to your mother in her bath?"

"I'd take it in"

"Well fetch it in please."

Judith was sure he appeared disappointed finding her breasts were covered. At forty-four she was in good shape and rather proud of her figure. She felt tempted to remove the cloth and say 'What do you think of these?' but knew she was only teasing herself.

'Thanks," she said, taking the drink and smiling.

"You have a great body. It noticed up at the lake when you were in that little top and tight shorts."

"I'm tired Blue."

"Yeah I guess it would have been a rough night. Sleep well and dream peacefully."

When she flopped into bed Judith thought she'd like to dream about him thrusting into her. The next think she knew it was an hour away from noon. She showered and spent quite some time playing with her breasts and running a finger over her trimmed vulva, putting on quite a show and imagine he was looking through the bathroom door at her and tugging at his erection.

She was appalled and got out and dried herself. God she hadn't have such rampant carnal thoughts for years. What was wrong with her?

No way would she try to seduce Blue. Michelle would never forgive her.

Judith dressed in a modest sundress and expected to find him beside the pool.

He was.

"Hi," he said and smiled. "Go back and change into that back one-piece swimsuit and fetch a jug of Martinis."

"I can't drink. I'm on call."

"Then the swimsuit and fetch me a beer."

"Why the black swimsuit?"

"The wet back enhances your curves."

"Should you be talking to me like this?"

"Yes."

Judith thought he should too, not that she would say that.

She returned wearing her loose fitting blue swimsuit and handed him his beer and sat at the table sipping her icy mineral water.

"Thanks," he'd said when taking the beer but not moving off the sun lounger. She noticed he wore baggy shorts. He made no mention of her not being in black.

Judith managed she could feel tension rising.

She looked over but saw nothing rising in the vicinity of his crotch. God should a married women with three children be thinking like this about a twenty-one year old?

She decided, in this instance, the only appropriate answer was yes. She also had grounds for feeling flighty like this, knowing she was not being sexually fulfilled and until that sexy talk with her sister had more or less accepted changes of being sexually fulfilled in emotional terms would be a lost experience for her. Perhaps is she did have a fling with a young guy it would be like turning back the clock and starting all over again.

Oh yeah? She felt like giggling but withheld knowing he'd demand an explanation for her frivolity.

Omigod, what had he just said to her?

"What did you just say?"

He eyed her steadfastly. "I asked you to pull down your top and give me a look at them."

"You would never have asked your late mother to do such a thing, would you?"

"Hell yes."

She knew he was lying and they laughed. Without any delay she met his request, knowing it required only two quick arm movements and it would be done.

She did it and felt very naughty.

He sat up and she felt her confidence plummeting. What if...?

"God you have a great pair."

Her confidence soared. She felt like cupping them and inviting him to take a closer look.

"Cup them and hold them out for me. I'm coming over to get close up and personal. If you don't like that then tough."

As he straightened she saw the concealed bulge. If she wanted that she knew there was no turning back.

"Yes come over. Sit across my knees. This chair is strong enough to support both of us."

Had she just said that? Omigod, she had. She could tell by his grin.

He swaggered towards her and she heard him say that Micki had said he might get lucky. Micki had said he could really help her mom whose appeared to have been left adrift and confused after catching his husband fucking her best friend and then hearing their confessions they'd been at it for almost a year.

Yes it would be just like Michelle, who was studying to become a psychologist to work with children, to come up with a theory like that. "I-I don't know what to say?"

"Invite me to lick your tits."

"Omigod" she yelled and jumped into the pool and began swimming to the end nearest the house.

But there was no escape.

He dove in after her and caught her and pulled off her swimsuit.

Judith turned and spat, "Leave me alone. Go away."

Blue held Judith but made no effort to paw her. "Come on admit it; you need to be fucked by another guy to make you feel even and just to being fucked."

For heaven's sake, who'd given him that logic? Judith knew the answer: Michelle.

But she wasn't done. They were standing, the water was almost to her shoulders. She pushed him away, or rather attempted to do that. He was immovable.

"Did you ever have sex with your mother?"

He looked at her solemnly. 

"Just the once. Dad was away for three weeks and we were amid a heat wave and then there was a change and temperatures over all of Victoria plummeted. She was horny, I was eighteen and perpetually horny so we just got down onto the carpet and fucked like rabbits. She was so embarrassed later but got over it."

"Oh god," Judith cried. 

He let her go and held out his arms. "Oh Peter, be gentle and kind," she said, folding into his arms and calling him by his real name."

They heard her phone ring.

He pushed away and swam swiftly to that side of the pool and hauled himself out athletically and picked up the phone. 

Judith heard him say, "Dr Judith Lucas's phone. She's here, I'll get her for you."

She had waded to the side of the pool and took the phone.

"Hi it's Laura. Who's your pal?"

"Michelle's boyfriend from college."

"Oh I didn't know she came back with you. We have four coming in from a car crash so Dr Struthers asked that you to come in on standby. Preliminary assessments suggest two are internal, and one limbs and the other facial so you might not be needed. But being young she's nervous vice."

"I'm ten minutes away Laura."

Blue took the phone and pulled her out with his other hand.

"You dress. I'll back your car out and turn it around. Return to me horny."

"Right, there's no way I'm going to back off," she smiled and hurried off to dress.

She returned in just under an hour and leaped out of the car and enveloped him in a full hug and turned up her face to be kissed.

Blue squeezed her butt and she whispered, "Come on, inside."

He grinned, opened her car door and turned the motor off.

Judith was in the kitchen, highly colored and attempting to give the impression she was relaxed.

Blue grabbed a kitchen chair, spun it around and leaned over the back of it. "Remove your dress."

She obeyed, taking her time.

"I like hold-ups," he grinned.

"You remove them."

"Nah I like the feel of stockings against me when fucking. Just remove your bra and that silk thing and go onto your back on the table."

"We eat off that table."

"I'm not so thick that I'm not aware of that."

"W-why do you want my panties kept on?"

"Because I like removing panties."

"Oh."

When she was comfortable as one can be on a wooden table with no pillows Blue moved in and tongued over her vulva. He held one hand up between her breasts. Judith placed his hand over a breast and she grabbed the other breast, squeezed and groaned. She felt her panties being pulled sideways and his tongue flick over her outer labia.

She groaned and groaned again when he said she had an almost pretty cunt.

Blue soon had her fully aroused and her head swinging from side to side and she climaxed. He lifted up grinning, liquids running out of his mouth and off his chin. He ripped off her panties and wiped his face with them.

She had another release just on the strength of his almost obscene exhibition.

"Do you swallow," she gasped.

"Yeah do you?"

She didn't know what to say but in time he'd find that she did although as she explained, it had been many years since last doing that. She found him so cute she would feel more than obliged to please him.

Although uncomfortable on the table Judith lifted her head to find what the delay was. He was putting on a condom.

"You won't need that if you believe you a clean."

"What about when butt-fucking?"

"Yes of course but I-I haven't done that since college."

"So?"

She watched him jerking his dick harder and though having that big thing up her rectum, no way. On the other hand perhaps they could try before they returned to the lake.

Judith stayed lifted, with her arms behind her taking the weight. She watched fascinated as it slowly slid into her. She swallowed and felt this really was fucking. Harry preferred doing it in bed and with the lights out. She imagined a guy having no idea of a women's thought as she watched a long and hard cock disappearing into her depths. She groaned since he appeared to like that. Actually it was a beautiful fit and she felt really filled.

She clung to him and raked his back but taking care not to leave marks. Oh this brought back great memories. What had she and Harry fucked up her marriage? She guessed the demands of her work and her attitude had contributed. Of course some guys like to think they wanted more sex and would go looking for more but really would never get what they really thought they wanted because who bothers to try to analyze urges?

Much later Judith had to cry a halt. She was covered in semen and sweat mixed with her own juices that were oozing down her legs and on to the floor.

"I've probably had enough," Blue said.

She noted the word probably and smiled. "I can't believe how you can keep coming and coming although I realize you are young and at the peak of your virility."

He grinned and his expression made Judith think he looked as if just having been presented with an Olympic medal. Oh well perhaps a medal awarded by the sex industry.

He grabbed a kitchen towel and said to hold that over her cunt and go to the shower. 

"Did I make all that mess?"

"No you did not. I got off numerous times and I sweat too," she said indignantly.

He grinned and earned a medal, "I'll clean up here."

Judith was called to the hospital at 8:00 as the mayhem created by Friday night drinkers added to the routine workload. She arrived home and 3:00 and slept for much of the day.

She came out to the pool late afternoon dressed only in a robe and said yes they could have sex but slowly and gently.

Blue obliged and treated her beautifully.

On Saturday night Judith received two standby calls but wasn't required. She experienced anal sex instead and told Blue to his disappointment she didn't think much of it.

"That's fine," he said. "Fortunately I'm with someone who revels in it."

Judith knew that had just slipped out and chose to ignore it. They had not made any rules but knew not to discuss sex life with their respective partners.

On Sunday at 7:00 Muriel Bacarella called from the airport.

"Hi I heard about the mishaps to Kevin and Logan. Give me till noon to grab a few hours sleep in my own bed and I'll call and you can be on your way back to the lake."

Judith woke Blue at 8:00 and jumped clear giggling. "God doesn't that thing go down. Let's have breakfast by the pool. The surgeon has arrived back from Italy and will take over from me from round noon so we can head for then lake."

"Can we fuck this morning?"

"I suppose so."

He looked pained and she realized what he would be thinking.

"Yes of course. It will be our finale won't it? We will never be together for sex again."

"Never say never," he grinned and leaped at her but she raced from the bedroom yelling delightedly and managed to get to the pool first. He saw the food and being male his priorities switched.

Ten days later they packed up and returned from the lake and the next day they all went to the airport to see Blue off. He would spend the rest of summer back in Australia.

Back home Judith hugged her tearful daughter. "You should have gone with him honey. I told you I'd pay."

"It's just an emotional release mom. He's too shallow for me and I accept that. I am so happy you were compliant enough to allow him to release you sexually."

Judith pushed back her daughter's fringe. "I regret to have to say but nothing has changed."

"You don't know. Give it time. He's a good fuck isn't he?"

Judith looked around nervously.

"It's okay. I can see dad and the kids in the pool. Talk to me mom."

"I had sex coming out of my ears."

Michelle giggled and said she hoped her mom was speaking figuratively.

"He's the best I'll ever had darling and there were quite a number before your arrival."

"I'm happy about that. What did Aunt Maxine think of him? He wouldn't tell me."

Judith frowned. "She made me promise not to tell."

"You two are always breaking promises."

Judith colored. "Maxine said she tried to fuck him legless but believes she came nowhere near it. She labels him a fuck machine."

Michelle screamed in laughter. "What else?"




Changing Husbands



Judith squirmed.

"Come on, out with it."

"You won't like it. It's best that I don't..."

"Come on mom. So he thinks Maxine is better at sex than me?"

Judith said nothing and looked away.

"Omigod, out with it mom."

"Don't be mad at me darling. He made Maxine angry telling her I was the best he'd ever had."

For a moment Michelle appeared stunned. She smiled and placed her arms around her mom kissed her and said, "This is the truth mom. I always knew you were the best although not quite in that respect. What a damn idiot dad is."

"Hush darling. Let's not go there again. You must think it awful being told that?"

"Mom my pride runneth over. When may I try sex with just the best?"

"God Michelle back off."

"Just joking mom. I am very, very proud of you. This is about something else and I think it's a great time to bring it up; will you call me Micki? I've come to really like the name."

"I'll think about it darling. Go for a swim. I'll be with you in a few minutes."

Michelle had just reached her father and siblings when Judith called from the kitchen door, "Micki, find out what they want to drink and come help me carry."

"Yes mom," came the delighted response. "Put your black swimsuit on; we all love you in that."

CHAPTER 2

Something changed for Judith. It began with the chief surgeon patting her on the ass one morning when they were finished up after a difficult reconstruction.

"You did exceptionally well Judith."

Judith looked at where his hand was and he slowly slid it off her rump. They began washing up silently until, "You've become sexy."

"Rubbish Colin."

"I didn't expect you to acknowledge it."

That conversation ended with others coming into the room and she thought that Colin was hallucinating.

A few days later the assistant chief administrator asked her to dinner.

In surprise she asked why.

"You appear prime dinner company and, er, my wife is away."

"You know I'm married Lance."

"Well we have that in common."

She laughed. "Well I'm not dating you."

His face fell and she knew she wasn't heartless. "But you can come to my home for lunch this Sunday."

"Will Harry be there?"

"Lance stop it. Of course he'll be there."

"Good," grinned the 40-year old. "I always enjoy his company."

Judith flushed, having caught the wickedness in his smile.

Lunch went well. Micki was back at college and the other two kids were away with friends."

"As he was leaving Lance said, "I'd like to invite you two out fishing on Saturday."

"Sorry pal I have golf. I thought you would have too; it's our big summer tournament."

"Nah I decided to give it a miss."

Harry said, "You go with them honey. You don't like fishing but like boating."

Judith opened her mouth to decline with thanks when Lance said, "Olin's Marina, Pier 3 berth 14 Judith. I know it's only river fishing with a good chance of getting nothing but we serve good food and wine."

Judith accepted thinking by 'we' Lance must have invited others.

But he hadn't. Annoyed she said, "You have enticed me here through misrepresentation."

"Don't be too hard on me," Lance lied handing Judith his phone. Sue and my brother cancelled at the last minute. Speed dial 63 and ask them."

Judith hesitated and handed back the phone and Lance knew that would happen.

"Well move your ass and cast off at the bow," ordered Captain Lance Langford before climbing up to the wheelhouse. "When I yell cast off the stern line throw it well back to avoid the propellers. Here use these gloves; we don't wish to harm the hands of a surgeon. Then go to the galley and grab two glasses and grab a bottle of white wine from the refrigerator."

"Aye, aye captain."

Judith arrived with the wine and glasses. "God it's high up here."

Lance, now wearing only shorts and scuffs said, "Get your gear off."

"Excuse me!"

"Your top gear. You are wearing a bikini under that stuff aren't you?"

"Um well yes, but more like a top and very short shorts."

"Well what are you waiting for? I want to get a good look at you."

"Why?"

Lance paused to think. "I appreciate well-built structures."

She thought what the hell. But no way would she have sex with him.

Judith was almost asleep when she heard the twin engines stop and the anchor chain rattle out. Oh this was for Lance and this fishing.

Wrong.

Minutes later she felt something brush her lips and recognized the smell of a dick.

"Suck on this baby."

Well as Micki had counseled unless she broke out to become really happy again life would pass her by. This was just a stepping-stone. She opened her mouth and Lance pushed in. She went to work and heard him pant "Jesus Judith." After that high praise it simply became one step after another until Lance pulled out of her for the second time to spray her tits and then groaned, "Jesus Judith, I'm all tuckered out."

However in half an hour he had some spark back and they went at it again before sighed and pulled up anchor and returned them home safely. 

It was only 3:00 when Judith approached the house. She stopped and reserved the car, noticing Martha Buchanan's red car in the driveway.

"Bitch," she hissed.

Ten minutes later Harry and Martha came out the front door, holding hands but they then dropped hands and said goodbye. As Martha went to get into her car she glanced towards the street and appearing satisfied no one was passing pulled up her skirt and cupped a breast. From her distance away and not being at a good angle, Judith couldn't see if Martha had any panties on but she saw Harry's interested grin and he placed a hand over his dick.

"Martha you bitch," Judith growled, thinking that two-faced cow had promised her she'd stay away from Harry. "And you Harry are dead on the water."

She waited a few minutes and then drove in quietly. Harry was on the bed asleep, unzipped and a hand around his flaccid dick. She shook him awake and smiled.

"Hi. We had a great time on the water and now I feel like sex."

Harry pushed his flaccid dick back through his zip. "I er am tired after golf."

"Just a five minute fuck," she whined. "I was so looking forward to it."

"Um later."

She went into the dressing room and pulled out a pair of fresh panties and in the bathroom took a condom from the cabinet, filled it with water to stretch it and then tipped almost all of the water out."

"Harry!" she yelled and marched into the bedroom. "What the hell are these?"

Harry looked bewildered. "We didn't use condoms and she arrived without panties."

"Who is she?" Judith yelled murderously.

"Only Martha," he cried defensively.

"I saw her leaving," Judith said quietly. "Harry move into the guestroom and I want you out of this house tomorrow and to advise your attorney I am commencing divorce proceedings."

"Oh honey, let's talk this through."

"No the most I can forgive anyone is once and you've had that Harry. Now get out of my bedroom."

She cried as she watched him leave and heard him snarl, "Bitch."

She felt much better knowing she'd got through to him. She changed and then went out to make dinner and prepare for the arrival home of the children.

She then called Arnold Buchanan.

"Hi Arnold. Your wife is back to having sex with my husband. I almost caught them at it and tricked Harry into admitting it."

"Oh damn, just when I thought we had it sorted. Um would you like to do it with me?"

"No thanks Arnold, you're too short for me. I mean in height. I'm divorcing my treacherous husband."

"Good move. With him gone from the neighborhood I'll have no one sharing my wife."

"Dream on Arnold," Judith said smiling in the hope she'd planted doubt in his head. That bitch ought to be taught a real lesson.

Johnny came in half an hour after Trudy. Judith sat them down and told them she would be divorcing their father and why.

"It was just a fuck mom, don't be too hard on dad."

Judith fumed and told Trudy not to use that word in front of her.

"Sorry mom. What will happen to us?" she asked.

"You'll have the choice of living with either one of us or perhaps you could live with Grandma Jean."

"I'll stay with you. Can we continue living in this house?"

"I should think so darling. But don't rush your decision."

Johnny scowled, "I really should live with dad but he's been such a jerk to you mom and that means he's also let us down. I'm only fifteen and need a mom. Dad will be too busy chasing after women to find someone to cook for him than to bother with me."

That was probably right, Judith thought, and urged Johnny to take his time to think about it.

This wasn't really about adultery," she thought, calling Micki early evening to get her but didn't get through. No it was about lost respect for each other. The signs had been there for some years but they had both ignored them and now she was also an adulterer. 

Micki who'd been on another call phoned. She listened without any adverse comment or indeed any comment apart from the occasional neutral "I see."

"Well?"

"No one can accuse you of not trying to hold your family together mom. I'm pleased you had the courage to do this."

"You are pleased?"

"Yes mom. I wanted to suggest you do it but then felt it wasn't my place to break up my own family. What do the kids think?"

"You wanted to urge me to do it."

"Yes mom. And all but said it in my 'get a life speech' if you care to remember."

"Well you set me thinking."

"I decided that's as far as I could go."

"What do the kids think?"

"Trudy appears pro me at the moment and Johnny thinks it could be his best option as he needs a mother."

"He's not waiting for the best offer mom. That kid will development into the best brain of our family. I'll come home this weekend to support you three. I'll be telling them to stay cool, that you'll build a new family round them."

"Oh darling but I'm not sure I'm capable of doing that. I'm not sure if any guy would want a family with kids aged twenty-one, almost seventeen and fifteen."

"You will find a choice guy. Think divorced with no children."

"I can't see that happening but your presence here will be good for us."

"I'll also hunt dad down and talk to him."

"About coming back to me?"

"Hell no. I'll urge him to settle amicably and to continue to be a friend of our family. Watch Trudy mom. She'll be the one most likely to crack over this."

Judith couldn't believe what she'd just heard. "W-what about me?"

"Mom you're the tough guy of our family and you better believe it. Actually you must know that. The only time you falter is when work leaves you almost exhausted. Do you want to talk to Blue... he's in the shower?"

"What to heap guilt on to myself. No thanks. Just tell him the news and to say I said hi and tell him to study hard. I surprised he's still around."

"Sometime its best to stick with who and what you know mom. I've looked round a bit and oh yuk."

"You are doing the right thing darling. I'll tell you this. I think you have yet to experience the best in Blue. He's passing through a phase that your English grandmother calls "Sowing his oats."

"God mom, you can knock the socks off me at times. What you have just said about I have yet to see the best in him is something I have thought about but have been unable to verbalize to myself."

"You are at an institution being trained to think at higher levels darling. It will come Micki. Good night sweetheart."

"You are the best mom a girl could have," Micki said, bursting into tears and cutting the call.

Judith sniffed hard and sat thinking.

* * *

Micki called a number of her friends who knew her father to find if they knew where he was staying. Several had seem him about with various women but no one was aware he wasn't living at home.

She called the financial services partnership where he worked, not giving his name, but was told she could make an appointment to see Mr Kennedy but home addresses of partners could not be disclosed.

"Then please tell him to call me."

'I'm sorry ma'am but cannot do that unless you identify yourself as being one of his major clients."

"I'm Michelle his fucking daughter, Micki yelled and cut the call feeling like strangling the bitch.

He father called less than two minutes later.

"Hi, has your mom being the bearer of bad news?"

"Yes dad but I saw it coming."

""You did? Well frankly I didn't. I thought splitting with me might be a problem professionally for her."

"I saw it coming dad because you are so irresponsible being back with Martha Buchanan and you and Aunt Maxine and you making a pitch for me eighteen months ago when mom was at that workshop in Ottawa."

"Jesus you've told her about me making you suck me off and how the hell did you find out about me and your aunt?"

"Dad telling you will get us nowhere. I'll never tell mom about you and me and about you and Maxine. Just accept my word on that."

"Thanks baby."

"Dad I'll be home this weekend to help hold your family together. I want you to book Sunday lunch for us so we can chat about the divorce and the aftermath. Whatever happens you are my father and when I marry, if I ever do, I'll want you there dad and soon as possible after the arrival of your first grandchild."

"Oh Jesus, what have I done?"

"Toughen up dad. It happens all the time. Find someone and treat her well and start all over again. You have my number. Call me about the booking. I'll get them all there even if I have to kick ass but mom is under my thumb and the kids don't yet quite know what to think but they know one thing and that's you are their father. I suggest you think about telling them to stay with mom for the good of the family but it's your call. You might end up with a younger woman if you come to her without children. She may even have children."

"I-I haven't through this through have I?"

"No dad. Men have difficulty thinking beyond their dick. Call me is you wish to talk to someone you can trust. I guarantee confidentiality. I must go. Chin up."

"I never have known you to be like this um Micki."

Micki laughed and told him to cut the crap and keep on calling her Michelle. She thought had he ever tried to know her, what she thought, what her innermost aspirations were? Yet her mom did all that and never stopped relating and adjusting to change affecting her daughter.

He said goodbye and added, "Judith didn't want you called Michelle. That's why she'll be happy calling you Micki."

Micki cut the call without replying, quite astonished to learn her father could still surprise her. Well the family would not completely cut ties with him so she'd still learn from him. She could also ask why had he chosen to start fucking Maxine when he began going out with her older sister? To this day Maxine had no idea although conceding it had been a huge risk. Maxine had told her about her best-kept secret one night up at the lake when drunk and Micki had been putting her to bed. 

* * * 

Judith knew from hearing of other women's experiences it would be difficult finding a replacement for Harry but she found just the word difficult had different shades of meaning ranging, it would appear, from mildly difficult to hopelessly difficult. It didn't help being told that possibly twenty or more women at the hospital were currently on the guy search that could lead to beyond one-night stands.

She soon learned not to talk about her plight and to keep away from other women in her situation in case their negative attitude was contagious.

However she did complain about her lack of success to Micki.

"Mom are you really looking?"

"I think so. I am particularly focused on men and wear a bright smile and if they talk to me I attempt to remain open and friendly."

"At least that's a start," said her daughter encouragingly, sounding as if she was taking care not to sound patronizing. "Are you accepting practically all invitations to dine out and go to parties?"

"The few I receive, yes."

"And you are prepared to have sex without stupid rules like not on the first few date or not until you get to know the guy better?"

"Darling, don't you think..."

"Answer me mom."

"All right I could do it on a first date. I know I could. God I'm feeling so horny at times I would be tempted to drag the guy into the house when he arrived to take me somewhere."

"Good girl mom. I like it."

"You are not haunting bars looking are you?"

"No."

"Good girl. You're only like to find adulterers and losers there. Increase your contacts with your girlfriends and if they invite you say you don't have a partner. The smart ones will know what to do and invite someone they would probably like a piece of themselves but of course others will land you with a donkey, er a mommy's boy, a brother who can't hold a date or something like that. You could also book in at a resort for a weekend providing Johnny has somewhere to go."

"That sounds like a positive suggestion."

"If I were a guy looking for a new partner I think I would try that, hoping a spa resort is where lovely lonely women would go to lament and hope to get lucky. That's about me done. Oh what about former patients, guys who impressed you?"

"That kind of guy is already married."

Micki snorted. "I see, so they never split from their partner?"

"Well that could be so but it would not be considered ethical to hunt down one's former patients."

"What if it were two or three years since you handled them... er they consulted you?"

"I suppose that would be acceptable."

"Well there you go mom. You now have a set agenda. I will be calling to hear about positive progress and if you make feeble excuses I'll crack the whip."

Next morning Judith asked the department's executive director for a junior to work with her on a research project taking an estimated ten hours to survey former patients to produce data on how they see themselves today two to three years after surgery.

"Darling I know you don't bother me usually with quirky little projects like some of the other surgeons," Margaret said. "But you must understand I am obliged to justify deployment of resources."

"But I only asked for a junior, um an intelligent one with a good telephone manner."

"It doesn't matter, a resource is a resource. Let me ask you this, what is the purpose of this exercise?"

Judith thought quickly and smiled. "If the findings come up to expectations and show patterns then I'll deepen this preliminary research and submit a paper for publication."

"Oh fine, no problem providing this hospital is acknowledged in credits and by that I mean not just mentioning you work here."

"Of course and if publishing I'd give special thanks to you Margaret and to our little research assistant."

Margaret beamed and said she would get on to the request later in the day.

That afternoon Judith had finished drafting reports and was about to leave for home when a timid-looking junior knocked on her door. She was all of eighteen but being at least six-one couldn't be described as little.

"I'm Rachel Carson-Blake your researcher. I am so honored to meet you again."

That was sufficient to trigger Judith's memory. "I seem to remember you... four and five years ago, Emily Carson-Blake, your grandmother, two hip replacements, done eighteen months apart."

"Yes. You have an amazing memory."

"Not really. Your grandmother had this really posh English accent."

"She still does and these days has greater mobility that most of her friends who have hip and/or knee problems. She only uses a stick to prevent a fall as you told her the possible consequences of a serious fall."

Judith spent the next ten minutes briefing her researcher who seemed to know what Judith wanted ahead of being told.

"You appear to be very knowledgeable about preliminary research Rachel?"




Changing Husbands



"My head of department Mrs Anderson briefed me extensively about what you wanted dug up and how I must work meticulously in noting the responses and compiling the findings for you to analyze. Mrs Anderson said the paper you'll produce would bring credit on this hospital."

"Paper?"

"Your research findings that will be published in one of the medical journals."

"Oh that paper," Judith said coloring.

* * *

Twelve weeks later Judith signed the covering letter of the final draft and handed it to Rachel to post.

"You have done brilliantly on this project Rachel and I'm so pleased you have enrolled with an on-line university to gain a qualification in research.

"It has been a real pleasure working with you Dr Kennedy. You are so highly respected throughout the orthopedic department."

"Nonsense Rachel, research your facts. Most of the people here are simply scared of me."

"Actually I have done the research and you may have to revised just who is talking nonsense," Rachel said, opening a file on her laptop. "I simply asked people casually what they thought of you as a surgeon, as part of the team here and as a person. I did not mention I'd record their responses so would appreciate you not mentioning this little study to anyone. Here we go, working up from the two juniors below me up to the deputy chief surgeon."

Judith listened to the noted responses being read to her and soon was considerably embarrassed but allowed Rachel to continue.

Finally Rachel said, "Perhaps this is the most astonishing comment. When the deputy chief surgeon Dr Perkins was waiting for the elevator I asked him who was the person in his entire department who impressed him most. He said he couldn't say so I said I had been engaged in helping you with a research project so could he just say what did he think of you. He stepped into the elevator, turned and said, "The most impressive person and my favorite surgeon would be that person you just mentioned. That's just between you and me Rachel. I trust you don't gossip."

"Thank you Rachel. I was embarrassed but interested to be told of your findings," said Judith. "Please trash that file. It ought not be discussed with anyone else."

"I agree. Dr Kennedy would you lunch with me on Saturday as my guest? The assistance you gave me in developing the research program allowed me to produce work that will be noted by my supervisors. I wish to thank you."

"I accept with pleasure Rachel," said Judith who had been disappointed the findings had not produced some possible dates from quality people. She conceded it was a ridiculous idea and no wonder it had failed in that respect.

The lunch with Rachel went well and she later took a call from Micki who sounded very excited.

"Mom you know I'm due home to see you guys next weekend as someone had to keep an eye on you?"

"So you have other plans. That's okay darling. We can manage without need for supervision until your visit the following month."

Micki laughed, appreciating the sarcasm. "Mom I'll be brining Blue with me to stay; is that okay?"

"Of course dear. Just tell him to keep his hands off me."

Her daughter giggled but did no comment on that. "Are you still taking next week off to reduce your backlog of leave owing?"

"Yes I plan to loll around and try to determine if I still have a garden and to have a couple of visits to beauticians and to buy some things to upgrade my autumn-winter wardrobe."

"Oh fine. Mom can we bring a mystery guest?"

"Who?"

"If I told you it wouldn't be a mystery and I'd like you to show our guest round Boston and outer attractions and then drive our guest to New York where our guest has a convention beginning the following Monday when you will be due back at the hospital."

"Darling aren't you a little old to be engaging me in guessing games?"

"Just ride with the flow mom. Do I have a yes to everything including our guest staying on with you?"

"I suppose so but on the understanding that if she or he and I are not particularly compatible then I don't go to New York."

"Yes that is understood but don't expect a problem."'

"I feel so stupid agreeing to these things."

"Mom where is your sense of excitement? Act your age; you are not an old woman. Have you set up dates with numerous eligible men?"

Judith emitted a big sigh.

"I thought as much. You really do need someone to push you along mom. You'll be hopeless by yourself."

"I won't be alone. I have... oh god, Trudy will be off to college next year and from about that time about all I'll see of Johnny will be to help sort out his problems and to hand over more money and then he'll be gone. I'll have to get a cat."

"A good sturdy erection will fulfill most of your needs mom. Stop attempting to scare me with his spinster talk."

"You are a disgusting girl Michelle," Judith laughed. "Just where did I go wrong?"

"Your Micki has one of the best moms in the world and do you forget it. We'll arrive Friday night late so will eat on the way."

"So you are not going to ID this mystery guest?"

"No mom. And don't attempt to guess."

Judith yawned and poured herself a drink. She had a suspicion it would be a guy from her past, probably a guy Michelle er Micki had met at some time. It could be one of her friends or a partner of one of her friends or someone her estranged husband had introduced her to over the years. God there were so many; she didn't know where to start. She picked up a book thinking how childish to try to be so mysterious but quickly forget being displeased as the novel began to seize her attention.

A few days later she attended a conference with her outgoing husband and their lawyers and reached settlement on their divorce, the two younger children having signed papers opting to stay with their mother. The decisions reached made it easy for their father to gain access to them should he be interested. Already they were seeing less and less of him since Harry had pulled out lunching with them on Sundays because his latest girlfriend insisted they lunch with her parents most Sundays.

CHAPTER 3

Judith had a 'wet' Sunday lunch with a couple of girlfriends. She felt free not having to be on standby or performing routine operations for a week so later at home when wandering round the house aimlessly and after a couple of swims had a few more drinks and in between served the kids dinner. Trudy went out and Johnny who had a friend over went into the garage to take their bikes to pieces for unnecessary maintenance.

It was almost 11:00 when the toot of a car coming up the driveway awoke her.

Micki rushed in and smothered her with kisses and was obviously excited. Judith peered at the tall guy with a chisel-shaped chin and very penetrating green eyes, noting his hair was obviously colored. She wondered if her danced or fucked, perhaps both and was conscious of her head spinning.

"Mom are your okay," she heard Micki say. She alleged she was a box of birds.

The guys laughed and Blue said she looked great and added with a huge smile, "Judith this is my father?"

"You have a father?" the hostess slurred.

Micki yelled, ""Mom you're drunk."

Judith heard a roaring noise and felt she was floating and was only dimly conscious of one or both men catching her as she flew towards them or had she fallen?

Judith awoke next morning to hear the radio booming and Micki and Trudy singing at the top of their voices. Oh it was so great having Micki home and those two girls continuing to relate so well now they were a one-parent family.

Aghast, remembering last night, Judith pulled a sheet over her head, felt the headache and groaned in embarrassment. Well time to face up to them.

She showed and because it was hot put on the black swimsuit and admired her figure in the mirror, thinking not bad or an old duck. She barely put on makeup knowing no one would notice because she was in disgrace.

Judith entered the kitchen and the dark headed older guy, the father, was standing at the breakfast bar. He looked up and cried "Jesus" and dropped his orange juice. The non-breakable glass bounced three times and was then trapped by Blue's foot. She looked up and saw Blue hand the tumbler to Micki .

They were both grinning like Cheshire cats.

"Good one mom," Micki giggled. "Bluey and I hoped Neal would see you looking sensation in tight black."

"Please accept my apologies Mr Border for my informality but I swim before breakfast most mornings," she lied. Well she did occasionally but being a late riser was usually on the run weekday mornings.

"Oh join us to coffee first and please call me Neal. And don't apologize for being so exhausted last night. I was so relieved to find you possess at least one human frailty because after listening to these two go on about you I was left with the impression you were a goddess."

Judith heard Micki suck in breath as she said politely, "Oh what a lovely thing to say Neal."

"You appear to be in tremendously good shape Judith."

Aware the two youngsters were slipping off Judith said, "Well I do use the pool at the hospital at midday all year whenever possible and spend some time with light weights."

The other two disappeared, taking Trudy and Johnny to where they wanted to go, leaving Judith to spend all day alone with Neal. When he appeared in his 'swimmers' she noted the bulge and couldn't help herself, her mind filled with thoughts about sex. Whenever she adjusted the top of her swimsuit he just stared at her, making Judith feel a little weak at the knees. She was tempted not to keep on adjusting and allow a breast to pop out but then who would be the most embarrassed?

Judith arrived back from the kitchen later with a jug of mint juleps and apologized for being a bit early with alcohol.

"It's fine. I have been drilled to fit in with local customs."

"Um this is not a local custom at this home but I... well I didn't know what else to do."

"How often are you getting sex? Micki told me you and her father split three months ago and divorce is on the way."

Judith almost gasped as hearing him being so impertinent. Or was he just being brave? God how would she deal with this? Her mind told her to reply sensibly and to be plausible and indicate just a hint of interest.

"Sex is not a requirement at my age."

Even in his laconic way of speaking, Neal's words sent tingles to Judith's core.

"Don't be so damn ridiculous. Good heavens woman, you are in your prime. I see you as thirty-something, not forty-something."

"Meaning?" she asked stupidly.

"You require sex daily."

They were propped back on sun loafers. Judith's instinct won over common sense. Instead of chastising him or alleging he was being ridiculous, she just kept relaxed and giggled, knowing he'd see the wobble in her breasts despite her swimsuit being tight; the fabric was elasticized.

He sat up and looked down at her and said softly, "I'd be more than happy to take you to bed."

His choice of words excited her and she thought how couth he was.

"I'd thought you were leading up to this," she smiled. And to encourage him said, "Well this is something to think about but not here, not with the children about, as they will still be a little confused by the marital breakup."

He lay back.

She thought well that's him turned off. But no."

"I agree. I understand you have agreed to take me up to Boston for two nights for me to be with my aunt and then take me down the coast for some way and then to visit Albany and then on to New York where I'm to speak at a property investment convention on Tuesday."

"Yes so would you like to sleep with me on one of those nights?"

"All of those nights," he laughed and she giggled. He reached for her hand and she held it up and it was squeezed lightly.

"Oh I'm going to really enjoy me week with you. What say we leave tomorrow instead of Monday?"

"A great idea," she smiled, squeezing his hand. "I know my children won't mind and Trudy will be delighted to have Micki virtually to herself."

* * *

They drove to Boston in Judith's car, leaving Blue and Micki to travel back in the hire car. As they approached the city Neal called his aunt to advise he'd visit her in the morning.

"That was kind of you," Judith said, having taken the wheel because she was familiar with Boston, having been educated there. "Aunt Doris would have been wondering if you would arrive as planned; I know how older people living alone tend to think."

"I am a kind man."

"Yeah in business??"

"Let's say that is one exception," he grinned. "Another exception is living it up for our first couple of nights together. I have booked a river view suite at the Liberty."

"Oh beautiful. I'll pay half."

"Thank you but no. My company pays."

They sat drinking champagne, attempting not to eye each other and keep relaxed but failed on both counts."

Finally Judith could bear it no longer. "Undress me," she said huskily and groaned in delight as she felt Neal's hands work over her body. After he tossed away her bra his lips closed over a nipple. Her mouth opened and she screamed silently.

They skipped fellatio and cunnilingus with Judith gasping, "Push it in."

Neal positioned himself and commanded, "You want it; you push it in."

She happily obliged and then placing her legs over his shoulders said, "Oooh, lovely fit."

* * *

Neal and Judith were married in Sydney five months after Judith's divorce had come through. She'd relocated there with Johnny and Trudy and although Trudy in particular still wept over the loss of her friends she was happy with Australia and said to her mom she was unlikely to take up the offer to reunited with her old friends at college.

"They are spreading out to numerous colleges and anyway Kate, Liz and Alan plan to go to Sydney University and so will I."

"Alan? I've not heard that name before."

"Oh he's just a guy who's teaching me to surf," Trudy said evasively.

Harry the children's father had phoned to say he'd decided not to come to the wedding as his fiancée thought with them planning to have a new house built it would be such a waste of money.

"Pease yourself," Judith had snapped, crying and cutting the call. Well little had changed; Harry had long lost his sensitivity in their relationship. She expected soon he'd stop calling the kids and then birthday and Christmas presents would be the next to go.

An hour later that disappointment was smothered when her sister called. 

Maxine was excited to advise she'd had a dress fitting as matron on honor. "It looks so gorgeous on me. I've never worn lilac before."

"I had thought sky blue like the bridesmaids but Linda my mother said no, that judging by your photo you were worthy of your own standout color and it was she who suggested lilac."

"So you still describe yourself as 'best mates' with your new extended family?

"Yes, for some reason they all like me."

"And probably very much," Maxine said dryly. "God only eight more steep nights before we head for Sydney, Are your two brothers-by worth a try?"

"Darling please, this is to be my second and my best wedding. Don 't fuck it up."

THE END