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Cutting

By: Ravenara



I'm sitting on the floor of the bathroom staring down at the knife I've taken from the kitchen. I'm not sure what was the breaking point this time all I know is that I need this. I look up at the door a small amount of doubt going through me at the thought of doing this behind your back. I sigh and without looking back down I place the blade to my thigh. A slight moan escapes my lips and my eyes fall closed as the blade slides across my skin. It's not deep, just enough to get a few drops of blood. I lean against the wall as I do it again, three, four, and five. I take a moment to breathe then start again on the other thigh, only deeper now. My heart is racing and as if I had taken medication I'm starting to feel better.

I'm so caught up in my activities I don't hear you walk into the apartment. You walk through the apartment looking for me feeling something is wrong because there is no music or sound from the TV. You push open the bathroom door and stop in your tracks. I don't even realize you're there until you clear your throat. I nearly jump out of my skin. I look up at you as tears begin to pour down my face.

"I'm sorry...I just...." I look down and sob. You bend down and jerk the knife out of my hand and throw it out of the bathroom. I can't move as I just sit there sobbing. I hear you turn on the shower. You grab me by my hair and lift me to my feet and make me look at you long and hard. Finally you just lead me into the shower by my hair. I jump when the water touches my skin. "Baby, it's hot!" You look at me and nod once while holding me in my place by my hair. The water runs down my body and across the cuts I've just made. I whimper at first but suddenly this new pain runs though me and makes me shiver with a moan. You hold me in place for about five minutes while the hot water washes away the blood and burns the cuts. You let go of my hair. 

"Stay here." Is all you say before you leave the bathroom.

When you reenter the room I notice my collar gripped in your hand. You pull me out of the shower by my hair and leave me standing there dripping wet. You look at me and strip the soaking wet cloths off my skin leaving me wet, cold, and naked before your eyes. You snap the collar around my neck and fasten the locking mechanism. You grab my collar and lead me out of the shower and into our bedroom over to the corner of the room with the large D-Ring screwed to the floor. You lift the chain attached to the D-Ring and use a pad lock to attach it to my collar. Leaving me chained to the floor you go about your normal routine when you get home.

You head off to take a shower and take your time shaving and brushing your teeth. When you leave the shower you stop and check on me. I've not moved from the spot you left me in I've just gotten into a comfortable sitting position. You leave again only to head to the kitchen. I can hear you moving around and the sound of pots and pans as you're cooking dinner. It isn't long before I can spell the wonderful sent of a delicious dinner cooking. I whimper when my stomach growls wounding if any of that dinner will be mine. No sooner I finish that thought then you reenter dropping to pieces of bread on the floor in front of me and set a dog bowl next to the bread. You've made spaghetti, and placed my portion in a custom made silver dog pan with bitch engraved on the front of the bowl. With a small smile I reach for the bowl. "Ah!" you snap out at me using the command most commonly used in dog training. "Bitches don't have hands to eat their dinner!" I look up at you but my pleading eyes have no effect on you.

I get up on my fours and begin to eat my dinner. I can feel the sauce getting all over my mouth and I try to lick as much off as possible but it's difficult to reach it all. When I've finished all of the pasta and bread you take the bowl back up and shake your head. "You've made a mess of yourself. What will I ever do with you? You're worthless." You disappear again and this time I figure your washing dishes from the sounds coming from the kitchen. 

Finally after sitting chained to the floor for three hours you enter the bed room ready to head to bed. You walk towards me and drop your pants your cock straining against the fabric of your boxers. "See what you've done to master! You had him wanting your worthless ass all day long to have me come home and find you destroying yourself!" You grab a fist of my hair and yank hard enough to get a yelp from me. "I love you the way you are and you insist on destroying yourself. Marring yourself, leaving these ugly angry scars on your beautiful body! Do you not understand that you doing this hurts me more than it hurts you! Then you rob me of my ability to be angry at you! I get angry and it immediately turns to lust!" You throw me onto my back by the ball of hair you were still gripping. "Fucking bitch! I am willing to give you all the pain you need to feed your crazy addiction. But that isn't enough is it? You have to tear, rip, and slice your self open." I open my mouth to defend my actions only to be cut off. "NO! I didn't give you permission to speak! Get up!" I get to my knees extremely fast and stay like that before you. You grab my hair again only this time you remove your boxers and shove your cock in my mouth and down my throat. 

I gag at first without the warning. "Fuck yeah! Gag on what you've done to me." I adjust quickly and begin to suck on you. You pull your cock back and I drag a much needed breathe in though my nose just as you shove your cock back to the depths of my throat. Using the hold you've got on my hair you force my face to fuck your cock at the speed you want. I utilize my tongue as often as I can, moaning around your shaft while licking your head. With a groan you pull your cock out and I barley have time to whine my protest before you crack me across the face knocking me back to the floor. "Stay on your knees bitch." I quickly correct myself back to my knees and I'm barely planted when you smack me again with the same force. This time I catch myself with my hand. "Good girl." 

You move around me and push me forcefully to the floor putting me on all fours with my ass high in the air. Knowing that I'm soaking wet you place your cock at my entrance and drive home. I moan a loud sound of pleasure of you filling me. You buck at a furious pace, knocking my tits and face against the hard wood floor. Your thrusts are long, deep, and hard. I scream when you suddenly smack one of my thighs with your riding crop. Then you smack the other thigh only this time you get nothing more than a moan. You can only connect four more smacks before you groan falling forward slightly. Then I'm left empty as you pry your cock from my gripping cunt. You get up and pump your cock as you walk into the bath room. "No master! Please. I'll be good. It'll never happen again." But it's too late, I can see the long streams of your cum as you let it all go into the toilet. Then you flush. 

"You've been a bad girl. Not only are you not allowed to have my cum tonight, but you're not allowed to cum yourself." 

You walk over to me and unhook the leash leaving the collar on me. You pick me up and toss me to the bed. You grab a pillow and a blanket and head for the door. I move to get off the bed. "Where are you going?" You stop and stare at me. "You think I want to sleep with a disrespectful bitch like you? I'm sleeping on the couch. Enjoy the comfort and warmth of our bed. Just think about your master in discomfort on the short couch cold in the living room. All because you disrespected me. You should be ashamed." I burst into tears as you walk out of the room shutting the door and locking me inside. Knowing that trying to get out would only anger you further I simply lay down, bury my head in my pillow and cry myself to sleep.

Cutting Class



This would be my first time cutting class but not my last. Actually I only cut class twice as by the second time I realized I didn't need to miss class to watch "them".

"Them" would be my wife of three and a half years and my brother!

I was going to night school at L.A. Trade tech in the valley and I attended class three nights a week. Monday, Wednesday and Thursday. I had a great day job with a well known company. We had an 8 month old baby girl and Life was great!

In those days L.A. was pretty much wide open. Anyone live there in the 60's and early 70's? Titty and totally nude bars everywhere, beer and wine were served, and some even showed porn movies while the girls danced, and the girls could really get wild. I saw sex performed on stage more than a few times for sure. My favorite was "Bonnie and Clydes #2" and that's why I only had to cut class twice. 

You see I always stopped for a pitcher of beer and watching the girls before going home from school. Now I could skip the beer and go home to a "personal" show.

My reason to skip came the week before on Thursday. I was feeling sick so skipped my usual stop at the bar and went straight home after school. We lived in an apartment building in the front corner bottom floor, and as I headed to the door I saw a gap in the front room curtain. I thought great, maybe I can see what she is doing and maybe surprise her.

Uh Oh!!!! . . . . . I was the one being surprised.

With just enough of a gap to see inside, I saw my loving wife Barbara on the floor between my brothers legs with her lips wrapped around his generous cock. His head was tilted back as he had his hands on her tits squeezing and kneading them. Ohhh Kay I thought. We weren't exactly pure, and had been in some threesomes and swapped before, but not with "him"! 

When my brother Bud asked to move in till he could find his own place having just recently gotten out of the navy Barbara and I talked about it and decided he could stay and sleep on the couch.

We also talked about curbing our activities till he was gone.

I specifically told her not to do anything with him, Family and all that. Strike one!

He was never home before I got home from school so this was a major surprise. Strike two!

I continued to watch till I saw him tense up and saw him mouth the words. You know the ones. I'm cuuuumming. Like the great little cock sucker she is I knew just what he was feeling and she would swallow his whole load. Oh Yeah!!

I decided then to bust in on them and catch them in the act. I enjoyed the show but I was also mad as hell that she was cheating on me with my brother. Sharing was one thing but cheating was something else altogether. I was set for a major blow out kick ass fight.

I pulled open the screen door and grabbed the door knob and . . . it was locked!!! The door was never locked till I was in for the night!!! Strike three.

I had to fumble for my keys and finally got the door open. As I stepped in she was just finishing fixing her blouse and quickly came toward the door between my brother and me and said "Hi honey, Love you, I just put Debbie to bed". Then she mashed her mouth to mine in one hell of a sexy passionate French kiss our tongues dueling and probing each other. 

He managed to get his cock tucked away thinking her distraction had worked and I suspected nothing.

How Naïve they were.

I didn't blow up. I just smiled to myself.

"Why was the door locked?"

"Oh I didn't know it was, it must have accidently locked when I closed it".

So smooth she was.

"How was school Bob?" my brother asked.

I just looked at him and said "It was OK; we got out early as the professor was sick."

Now why did I say that I thought to myself as I realized I was not going to confront them just yet?

Bud asked if I wanted to go out and get a beer but I said no, I stepped around the corner in the hallway to the bedroom and stopped and listened.

"Whew!!!! That was close" They both said at once.

Bud asked "do you think he suspects?"

"No, if he did he would have gone berserk."

I hurried to bed and just made it before Barbara came in too. She crawled up beside me and started playing with my cock and rubbing her gorgeous tits all over me. I just smiled as she gave me the best head of a lifetime teasing my cock bringing me sooooo close then backing down time and time again. Finally I could take no more and grabbed her head and exploded deep in her throat with what had to be one of my most explosive nut busters ever. Licking her lips she cuddled next to me and told me how much she loved me. I just relaxed and pondered the whole situation.

How stupid they thought I was.

First the door "doesn't accidently lock itself.

Second she never kisses me like that when I get home, not to mention the cum on her lips.

Third he has never asked me to go get a beer before, not to mention being home early himself. (I'm sure he wanted to get me out of the house so Barbara could clean herself up).

I was still pissed but now I decided to see if I could find out how long this has been going on. It was obvious that this was not the first time as they were way too familiar and the way they kissed after she lovingly licked his cock clean was not the kiss of someone who were fucking or sucking for the first time.

For the next few days I acted normal as if nothing was wrong and went about our life as always. The sex was our typical routine if you could call it that. When we got married I told Barbara to never tell me no, I didn't really need too. Three and a half years and we still did it damn near every day and then some. And I must say it is intense no holds barred wild sex. She was insatiable. How could I even think she would cheat on me knowing she could fuck whomever she wanted, as long as she let me know all the details. Again I say knowing is one thing (sharing), Cheating is not good.

Bud had been staying with us for about three months and wasn't around much during the day (or so I thought) or evenings. Actually that was another sore point with me as I had asked several times for him to help out with expenses, but he always said he didn't have any extra money. That pissed me off because he always had money to go out on the weekends and stay out late nights at the bars, but couldn't help pay for the place he was staying at. I couldn't say anything or throw him out though, family and all that.

When he was home I tried to keep an eye on them kind of casual so as not to raise suspicion. They never showed any interest in each other or even flirted. You would have thought everything was normal. Sometimes I would go outside or to another room and try to spy on them or listen to their conversations, but nothing.

Sunday night as we were making love I asked how she was handling not being able to fuck any of our/her friends. She said she was doing OK but would be happy when we could get back to our old routines and friends. I asked if she had been thinking about Bud or if they had done anything flirting or otherwise. 

She told me emphatically that not so much as a sexy look had been between them.

Definitely no touching, not even hugs when I was not around. I reminded her I asked her not to do anything with him and she told me not to worry nothing would ever happen between them.

OK.

Monday while she was in the kitchen cleaning up after supper, I discretely "set" the curtain and cracked the window just enough that I could hear the TV. I would be skipping school tonight.

When time came to leave for school I gathered all my books and supplies and kissed Barbara good bye. Off I drove for another class night. I actually did drive to school and headed to class, but detoured once in the building for the library. Couldn't be sure if Bud might be checking to see if I really went to school so I wanted make sure if he was watching he would be sure I was in class. After waiting about a half hour I headed for home.

And this is where we are now, my first time cutting class.

I drove past the apartments as slow as I dared. looking for Bud's car. Even driving around the block I couldn't spot it. I drove by the park and sat in a dark corner and waited about 30 minutes before driving back to check again. Still no car. 

I decided to park and check on foot in case he had parked where I couldn't see his car and was already there. I drove to the corner and parked between a truck and dumpster. As I walked away I knew if Bud was around he wouldn't be able to see my car.

As I walked up to the apartment I was nervous as all hell. I knew I would be in the open peeking in our window. I readied my excuse if someone came by and asked what I was doing. All the way to the apartment I was searching for any sign of my brother.

I made it to the window and could hear the TV playing. As I peeked in the window I saw Barbara playing with our daughter and getting her ready for bed. 

There was no sign of Bud and after about half an hour I was having second thoughts. Maybe they didn't fuck every time I was at school. She had put the baby to bed and was sitting in her chair just watching TV. I decided to leave, maybe get a beer then come back home. Just as I turned to leave I saw Bud's car drive by.

Crap!! Did he see me!

Whew!!

Looks like he didn't look toward the apartment just drove by headed to a parking spot.

I went to the sidewalk and watched as he drove halfway down the next block to park.

"Game on".

There was plenty of parking at the apartment and in fact he basically had a spot where he always parked within a space or two and there were no cars there now. Only one reason for parking down the street. I found a spot behind some bushes and waited.

I was so nervous waiting that I started shaking.

Get a grip!! I told myself.

I hoped I was hidden well enough and as he walked by I finally felt relieved and calmed down. Not wanting to rush to the window I waited a few minutes before coming out of the bushes.

As I had hoped, they didn't seem to notice the small gap in the curtains. Checking to make sure no one was around I eased up to the window and peeked in. Barbara was still in her chair watching TV and Bud was not to be seen. Hmmm, wonder where he is. 

Ah ha, there he is, he was in the bath room.

He came in the living room and sat on the sofa and watched TV as they talked about their days. All looks normal to me, but why did he park down the street? Could I be wrong? After about 30 minutes and getting more and more concerned about someone coming by and see me I decided nothing was happening and was just turning to leave when I heard Barbara say "want a beer Bud".

Hmmm, better wait a little longer Bob.

I turned back and watched Barbara head to the fridge and take a beer out. When she returned she handed Bud the beer, then she sat down on the floor beside his legs. She slid her left hand under his leg and wrapped it around it and then leaned her head on his thigh and started gently rubbing his right leg up and down with her right hand. Not a word was spoken. I watched in agony as I waited for what was next.

Tick,Tock,Tick,Tock.

Minutes seemed like an eternity. Finally I could see that her strokes were slowly moving higher, and I could see the bulge forming in his pants. Still not a word, not a look. They just sat watching TV. That's all.

She was lovingly stroking his leg as they watched the damned TV and never said a word. He never looked at her or even touched her. He just sat drinking MY beer!!

The bastard!!

When her strokes reached her head resting on his lap she moved to his other leg so she could stroke higher. Now stroking up his left thigh slowly getting closer and closer to his crotch, but stopping just short of it, his cock now very visibly straining against the fabric of his jeans.

Come on damn it!! I almost screamed.

Crap!! Here I am spying on my wife and brother cheating on me and getting impatient because she is moving to slow. Fuck!!

I watched as one more time her hand came oh so close to his crotch and it stopped. 

I waited with baited breath. Suddenly she extended her index finger toward the very tip of his cock pressed against his jeans begging for release. Edging onward till she finally tapped down on the very end with an almost imperceptibly soft touch.

He jumped at the contact as if shocked with an electric prod. Startled, but surely expecting the inevitable contact.

Still he never looked at her nor spoke.

Mesmerized I watched as she slowly swirled her finger around the head of his cock teasing and caressing at the same time. Just the tip, tracing its outline around the helmet shaped knob. Now he was beginning to squirm and he tried to slide down to get more of her hand on him but she withdrew keeping just the tip to her finger.

"Oh God Barbie, that feels Sooooo Fuckin Gooood!!! "

His first words brought a smile to her lips and a huge sigh from mine. Fuck that was erotic.

She had him right where she wanted him now. Right on the edge.

Now he was looking at her but she continued watching the TV as she kept stroking the head of his cock. He reached down and put his hand over her right breast and started gently kneading the soft flesh through her blouse. Squeezing and kneading, sometimes pinching her nipple as it began to come alive. Hmmmmmmmmm!! Now it was her turn to moan with her pleasure building.

I stood there with a raging hard on with no way to get relief out in the open. There was no way I could explain this if someone came by.

Luckily no one did.

Whew!!! 

What the fuck was I doing out in the open like this? A glance in the window reminded me.

Fuck this is hot.

I was becoming a voyeur of my own wife.

This was so much hotter than watching from the same room while she fucked one of our friends. There it was expected and just straight up sex without the teasing or foreplay, but this was erotic, and what . . . taboo maybe. 

All I know was I was excited as all hell watching the slow seduction taking place right before my eyes. Maybe more excited than I have ever been.

There! 

She edged her hand up across the length of his shaft ever so slowly bringing her thumb and index finger together pressing down on his cock till she finally reached the tab of his zipper. Taking it between her fingers she drew it down, down, down so slow. Then she stopped.

I gazed at them through glazed eyes now, willing her to slip her hand in to fish out his man hood.

Barbara, still not looking at Bud gently slips her finger into the open fly of his jeans and began tracing up and down the length of his cock with slight pressure through the fabric of his jockeys. Her finger extended and her palm down brings him pleasure from the contact of both. Her finger tip was on one end as her palm rest on the other both making soft circular motions.

"Ohhhh Barbie!!! Oh Fuck!!"

She smiles again.

Then she turned around facing Bud spreading his legs apart and moving between them and slid up to kiss him. I could see their cheeks flutter as their tongues danced in each other's mouths. The kiss broken she gently kissed her way down buds chest, skipping over his crotch and rested her chin between his thighs. I watched as she reached up and loosened his belt and popped the snap on his jeans. Then she placed her hands on either side of his waist gripping the band of his jeans.

He raised his hips and in one swift motion she stripped his jeans to his ankles, smiling at the tent in his underwear like the center ring of Barnum and Baileys.

Expecting the shorts to come down next I was totally taken by surprise, I let out such a gasp!! when instead . . . . . she moved up and licked the underside of his shaft through the cotton.

I had to stop and look around to make sure no one was watching this pervert peeking through the window. I was afraid I gasped so loud that they or someone outside might have heard me.

I was lucky. I saw no one.

Looking back I could see Barbara nuzzling and licking my brother's cock through his Jockeys and had her hands grasping his thighs where they met his crotch, her thumbs swirling and tickling at his balls.

Buds head was tilted back eyes closed and his breathing was labored, his face flush.

Other than the eyes I was pretty much the same, my cock straining for release both from its confinement and the steaming, boiling cum filling my own balls begging for release.

I have watched Barbara with other men before but nothing prepared me for the intense scene I now witnessed. I was seeing her like never before. She was on a mission. I couldn't help but wonder if this is what I missed when I caught them at the end of their earlier coupling.

"Come on baby, strip his shorts and get on with it."

"Fuck!! There I go again"

I was getting to be impatient and it was getting later and later. Christ I should be getting home soon. What was she thinking? Did she want to get caught?

Bud lowered his hands to her face and she shook her head no and pulled back a little.

"No no baby, no hands tonight"? She said laughing.

She leaned back in and he reached again. This time she sat back and said "do you want me to stop?" 

"Oh fuck no Barbie, please keep going. God your sooooo fucking hot tonight. Don't stop. God I love the way you tease my cock and suck and lick it."

"OK then, hands off".

When she went back to work she did something I had never seen her do before. Barbara dropped her mouth back over Bud's shaft still encased in his jockey shorts. Gently sucking and swirling her tongue around the tip of it. Then she placed her hands to her cheeks and ever so slowly worked the opening in the front of his underwear till the head of his cock popped thru and into her waiting mouth.

"Oh fuck" I almost came in my pants right then.

From buds expression and his moans I think he almost came too.

I watched as Barbara continued expertly working buds cock getting more and more of it through the opening. Finally she had all she could get in the open and slipped her mouth up and down, her cheeks forming hollows as she drew up towards the tip and bulged out on the down stroke always swirling and teasing with her tongue.

After a while of this she pulled off and tipped his cock towards his belly and with her tongue pressed flat and hard against the underside of his shaft she pushed her tongue down into the opening of his shorts to taste and tease his balls. Then she began dragging her tongue up to the tip and back again. Over and over she did this then reversed pushing his cock to point towards his toes and repeated the process to the top of his cock.

She began alternating between sucking and licking from the bottom rounding over the head to the top and back down the other side again, then dragging her pursed lips along both sides from tip to balls as if she were licking the cigarette paper from rolling a cigarette, alternating from side to side.

Fuck!!! She wasn't just making love to his cock, she was worshipping it.

Bud began shaking and moaning loud and out of control.

Finally Barbara engulfed his cock to his balls and staying there began "milking" his shaft with a sucking pressure working her magic tongue around the head.

AAAGGGGGGHHHHHHAAAAAA!!!!!

A guttural sound and damn near convulsions consumed Bud. His whole body shaking.

I thought he would shake Barbara off and send her across the room but she held on like Tuff Hedeman riding Bodacious. Well maybe a lot better than Tuff, he got bucked off.

When he finally settled down in an exhausted state, Barbara's mouth still on him, I was in for the most erotic sight I had ever seen. Barbara looked into Bud's eyes till he recovered, never moving off his cock. When he realized she was looking at him their eyes locked with the look of lovers.

Then Barbara eased her mouth off his cock their eyes still holding and I watched in agony as she let his entire load dribble back out over his sensitive semi hard cock, so much cum that it blended in with the tighty whities almost obscuring it, then swallowed it all back up again.




Cutting Class



As I rushed out of my fourth class for the day, banging into and through the door, I could feel the heat hit me almost at once. It was almost noon and sweltering outside; it felt like a blast furnace. Already feeling stir crazy at having to be in class all day, I was now dreading going to my PE class after the lunch hour. It had to be a hundred degrees outside and we were supposed to run stair at the football field which...no thanks. I was in good shape but that was just not appealing at all. My mind began to race trying hurriedly to think of an excuse to cut class, anything not to spend another three hours there, and I suddenly remembered: Karen's house! 

Karen was my mother's friend; she lived right around the corner and about a quarter mile down from the school, and had told me at the barbecue my parents hosted last week that I could come by anytime if I needed anything: to get something to eat, use the pool and hot tub, or pick up some spending money helping her out with yard work. My mother had sounded enthusiastic about the last part; she had been bugging me to get an after-school job for a while now since I had turned eighteen, and was nagging me about it a lot. "Jamie, that would be wonderful! You need to get out there and start making your own way, and what better way? It's not like you're going to get by sitting around the house all day," she had chided. That was fine, but what interested me now was cooling off in the pool.

I took off hurriedly across the quad between the school buildings and out the side of the school, careful to avoid any looks from the staff milling around. I assumed Karen wouldn't be home since it was the middle of the day on a Wednesday, but she had told me where the key was, and to just leave her a note if I had dropped by.

After a couple of minutes, I was on the sidewalk in front of Karen's house. I hurriedly bounded over the slightly unkempt grass, up the front steps and knocked on her door. It was a nice place; I had been over a couple of times for get-togethers, and knew my way around. I sat there for a second tapping my foot nervously... No answer. I rapped on the door a few more times more loudly and still heard nothing. Guess she's not home, I thought, and looked for the fake, hollow rock in the flowerbed beneath the mailbox that Karen had told me held her emergency key. Found it! Awesome. I jumped back up to the door and turned it, hurriedly letting myself in and closing the door behind me.

It was pretty dark inside, and I left the lights off not wanting to disturb anything, but it was nice and cool: I was tempted to stretch out on her couch, but the pool was just so inviting. I crossed over to the fridge and looked for something cold to drink and grabbed one of Karen's canned ice teas, gulping it down in three swigs. I set the can down on the counter and went to the sliding door leading to the backyard. 

Back outside in the sweltering sun, I instantly wanted to be in the cool water, but at just that moment I remembered that... I was wearing jeans. Great. And my gym shorts were all the way back at the school in my locker. I guess I could run back and grab them, but... do it and risk being caught running off campus again? Nah. 

I sat down on the picnic-bench-style table to the right of the hot tub and took my shoes and socks off, and slipped my jeans down. I rarely wore shorts under my jeans, but I wasn't too worried about the neighbors seeing me swimming naked in Karen's pool, since she had high fences and trees around the perimeter of the yard and there were no windows facing the pool from the neighbor's houses. Stripping my shirt off and throwing it to the side in a heap, I hurried a few steps to the pool and dove in. 

Wow, it felt amazing. The cool water and the sweltering sun against my skin were perfect! I lost myself in swimming laps and diving off of her board. I lost track of time and must have been at it for a good hour when I started to feel my thigh cramp up a little. I had been running the day before and it had been pretty bad and I must have made it worse doing laps. Rubbing it helped a little but I realized I could probably get it to loosen up by getting in the hot tub. Hot water didn't sound too bad considering that the pool was right there to cool off again. I took the cover off of the raised hot tub, and tested the water. Already hot! Karen must have been using it recently. I pushed the cover to the side, raised myself up and kicked my legs over. Ahhhhh... yeah, that was way better; so relaxing. Sitting there and kneading my leg, it started to unknot slowly. As the bubbles lapped up around me, I settled down into the water.

"Jamie! Oh my good I'm so happy to see you!!" I started up as I heard the words and turned to the side and saw Karen, arms outstretched, moving towards me. I was startled to say the least! But I rolled over facing her and put an arm around her waist hugging her without getting out of the hot tube at all. I was nervous as hell: my pants were over on the other side of the picnic table, out of view somewhat but what if she realized I was naked in here?? The roiling water would hide me for now, but my mind was racing with nervousness. I did my best to hide it "Hey, Ms. Johnson!" I said excitedly as she loosened her embrace around my shoulders, "I just thought I'd come by and take a swim since it's so muggy out here." "I know, isn't it? Goodness, I left work early just to get back here before it got any worse. I was going to take a swim myself. Wait up a sec and I'll be right back out. And jeez, call me Karen, you joker," giving me a playful punch in the shoulder.

My mind was absolutely doing cartwheels. What do I do? Jump out and run for my clothes? How would I explain that to Karen? And what if she came out when I was still putting my things on?! I thought that the height of the above-ground tub coupled with the bubbling jets would hide me, but what if I was wrong? I stayed put. I can't say whether it was more out of nervousness or what, but I froze. I tried to relax and act natural, to play it cool.

A few seconds later, Karen slid the back door open and came back out. Thank goodness I hadn't made the mad dash to my jeans. Karen looked amazing at 43 years old: Her 5' 7" frame was curvy, with beautiful, tanned thighs that weren't too thick but not thin either that led up into wide, bowed hips and a thin waist with a slight belly, accentuated by her coral colored bikini bottoms that sat low in the front below her belly-button and high on her hips, making her curves all the more dramatic. Her brown curls fell low along her thin shoulders and arms, outlining her beautifully hanging, heavy breasts. The spaghetti straps of her top crept up behind her neck, pulling the weight of her breasts, cradling them firmly. 

Fuck... I can't believe how good she looks, I thought. I always knew she was hot but this was amazing. "That color looks great on you," I blurted out trying not to stare at her. "Oh thank you, sweetie, that's so nice of you! Picked it up last week at the mall. Been trying to get the guts to wear it to the beach sometime," she said cheerily. "Mind if I join you? That looks relaxing..."

Oh no, here it came. I sat tight and said "Sure!" as confidently as I could. She wrapped her fingers around the rail of the steps leading up to the hot tub, her wide hips swaying as she moved. She languidly slid her leg around, into the water, shifting away from me slightly and lowering herself into the bubbling water across from me. "Aaaaahhhhh..." She exhaled slowly as she settled down into the tub. "This feels amazing... good choice, honey." I mumbled an agreement as I watched her sink down. ,. She gave me a quick smile and leaned her head back and closed her eyes, reveling in the soothing water. The bubbles were billowing around the perfect, tan skin at the top of her breasts, which were heaving slightly in the water, and her long curls were sticking to the sides of them now I suddenly noticed a familiar feeling... the tingling, tense feeling of my penis responding to the beautiful woman in front of me: my breathing quickening, my body tensing up, my sack tightening. Oh no, I thought, she's really going to notice if I'm sitting here with a massive erection. I shifted around, trying to sink back. My instant reaction was to try to move my hands from the top of the walls of the tub down to my cock to cover it up, but thought it would give me away more than anything, so I just sat there. Maybe she would keep her eyes closed until I had a chance to get out. At the same time, I didn't want to get out. Maybe if I just look at her face or around the yard it'll calm down on its own.

Karen's thigh briefly rubbed against my knee and ruined any chance of that.

I could feel my penis instantly twitch firmly to its full length. My legs felt like they were quaking but I tried to contain it. Karen opened her eyes to slits and looked at me a little at the contact, still smiling her relaxed, luxuriating grin. That's when she noticed. Her eyes widened, and I followed her gaze straight down in front of me where, I realized too late, the thick bulb of the head of my penis was sticking straight up, breaking the top of the water, completely uncovered. "Oh, Jamie!" Karen yelped as she sat bolt upright. I was mortified. "I, I uh uh oh my god I'm so sorry Karen.." and hurriedly hunched over and turned myself, raising up quickly to try to bolt out of the tub and into the house. As I grabbed the rail with my left hand to jump out, I could hear Karen mumbling "Oh honey it's okay it's okay," hurriedly as her right hand instinctively stretched out to comfort me in my shame. As she did so, she stopped me from jumping out, catching my left hip as I stood... and causing me to instinctively stop for a second; just long enough for my fully erect penis to swing right in front of her face, the head barely two inches from her face. I saw her shiver, her shocked mouth agape and her eyes wide and now locked on the now-flared head of my cock, Karen's right hand slid down my leg and into the water, sending another jolt of excitement through me, even in my embarrassed state, causing my shaft to twitch right in front of her.

I turned and ran.

Karen's beautiful, stunned face lashed through my mind again and again as I aimlessly ran into the house, down the hall, into the bathroom. I wasn't even thinking; I could barely hear Karen calling after me begging me not to be ashamed, stumbling for something to say in the confusion. I locked the door behind me. What am I going to do? I looked in the mirror. My cock was harder than ever sticking straight out in front of me, and I had run right inside and left my stupid clothes out there. Fuck! What can I do now, sit here and try to finish this thing off while she's outside??

"Honey, it's okay, it's okay! Don't be ashamed!" Karen said from the other side of the bathroom door. "It's only natural; you're a young guy, that's only natural! Please, come talk to me when you get out of there, there are towels under the sink, please come talk to me when you calm down..."

I stood there, breathing in and out slowly, trying to think of completely unsexy things to slow myself down, even trying to feel the shame wash over me: anything to make my hardness subside. It was tough, as visions of Karen's hips, her thick, womanly ass, her heavy breasts would flash through my mind again, and keep my cock twitching back, but slowly, my erection softened, the feeling of complete and utter embarrassment taking over. What could I do now? I'd have to face the music. I opened the towel cabinet and grabbed a baby blue towel and wrapped it firmly around my waist and went out to talk to Ms. Johnson.

"Oh honey..." she said with concern as I slouched out to meet her, jumping up off of the couch, a towel around her waist. She put a hand on my back and rubbed it to console me. It honestly did a good job: I was breathing more slowly and some of the embarrassment subsided. "Honey, come sit down on the couch. It's okaaaay," she cooed as she led me over to the couch. We sat with Karen on the left and me on the right as she continued to console me sweetly.

"You know, my ex said that when he was your age, just seeing a pretty girl on the bus or on a billboard would do that to him, hahaha...". Her pretty, lilting laugh and friendly smile made me feel at ease. I let out a little chuckle and she said, "seeeee? it's not that bad... come on, we're all naked under our clothes." "Oh man, I'm just so embarrassed, Ms. Jo...Karen. I can't believe that happened! I didn't even expect you to be here and I left my trunks at school and..." I stammered.

"Oh honey, stop the excuses, it's perfectly fine! I told you to come here any time you liked, and I'm glad you did."

"You are?" I mumbled.

"Of couuuurse, awww, Jamie, please don't be ashamed.."

"A little bit late for that, I guess, haha..." I groaned.

"Well, it's perfectly okay, sweetie, you have nothing to be ashamed of."

"Come on, don't tease me, it's bad enough..." I said. Karen's calm, joking demeanor was starting to loosen me up. She had always been so sweet like that.

"Well if you want to talk about being ashamed, I guess yours truly should stop being a hypocrite on that count," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, my reaction wasn't exactly what I would have preferred! I mean, but what could I do!?" As she said this, her eyebrows knitted into an uncomfortable grin and she flashed a huge but tentative smile and held her hands out about eight inches apart, and mouthed words that looked something like "pretty big..."

Oh my god, was she saying that she was ashamed of staring at my cock? I couldn't believe what I was hearing. A small jolt of adrenaline shot through me as I struggled for something to say. I noticed that I could see the huge cleft between her breasts from where I sat and began to feel my penis stirring and thickening again.

"Oh, don't give me that look, young man. One of those girls over at the school has to have told you that by now..."

"Uh, no ma'am, um... I don't..." I stammered. I was just looking for anything to say, and coming up with nothing. I was mesmerized by her. I could feel my hardening cock starting to tent the towel.

"No ma'am?" She repeated back at me, teasing, "well, this ma'am is telling you. You have a big... lovely...penis, young man. " As she mouthed each word, looking me right in the eyes, she slowly took the fold of the towel and moved her hands, the gathered knot at my waist falling away.

My erection swung up into its full length, its shaft twitching into a rigid, straight, twitching pole sticking straight up at the ceiling.

"See? Nothing to be ashamed of at all, young man." Karen cooed. "Just to make you feel a little more at ease, how about if I join you?" I nearly choked as she raised her hand up slid it behind her neck and pulled the string holding her top on. As the top fell away from her low slung breasts, I thought I heard myself groan. Her breasts were soft and heavy, full... beautiful. The light tan area contrasted starkly with the milky white areas that were covered by the suit, and dissolved into wide pink areolas and proud nipples. I could feel my cock bucking and twitching in front of me in excitement.

"Oooh... looks like he likes what he sees..." she said, gesturing nonchalantly at my cock.

"Oh god, I started getting hard as soon as you stepped outside the door, Karen..."

She leaned over and whispered into my ear breathily, "I absolutely shivered when I saw it, honey. Your big... dick... made me shiver. In fact, I can't believe you didn't ask me to suck it. I wanted you to ask me to suck it." 

Her hand reached for my shaft, slowly wrapping her fingers around the base, stretching the skin down, sliding up towards the fat, engorged head, twisting and sliding slowly back down. "Now I'm wondering if I should even wait for you to ask." "Oh god..." I moaned as she slowly lowered herself down in front of me, my arms splayed to each side on the couch. Her tongue quickly circled my cock head, and then I felt the warm tightness of her mouth and tongue slowly sliding down to meet with her hand, which was slowly pumping the base of my shaft. I could feel her moans vibrating the length of my cock.

I was in heaven.

Here was Ms. Johnson - Karen - my mother's friend's head slowly moving up and down in front of me, her long brown curls dangling down onto my abs, as she sucked my cock.

I brushed her thick hair slowly away with my left hand so I could see her thick lips wrapped around my penis, and as I did, she looked sideways at me and met my eyes. She held eye contact with me as she slowly bobbed her head up and down, greedily sucking and darting her tongue around me. "Fuck, the girls at school don't do it like this ma'am," I said. "Mmmmm..." she cooed. I could tell she liked it when I called her that. She raised her head up and off of me and kept pumping her hand and breathed, "No? They don't give your big penis what it deserves, young man? Those skinny little things don't have everything you need?" As she spoke, she slid her knees to the couch and folded her legs underneath her; the creases where her wide hips met her thighs turning into thick slits, then she slowly brought her thick ass into the air as she bent back over my cock. "Hm... it's going to get things you never even dreamed of."

She brought her mouth back down on my cock and started sucking with abandon. She had her left hand on the base and supporting her, while the right hand worked above it furiously, and her mouth lapped and writhed around my head. It was beyond words. My eyes rolled back and I grunted loudly, which seemed to drive her to even higher excitement, her moans and rhythm increasing. I moved my left hand over to her ass, and played with the thick, soft flesh as she groaned. I slipped my hand under the material and traced it back, back, back, until I felt what I wanted. First I felt the heat, almost a stem coming from her, then a wispy tuft of hair, barely there... then the wetness. Her pussy was flooded with slick, steamy moisture. Her pussy wanted to be fucked. When that thought hit my brain, I nearly shot my load into her mouth as it sped up and down the length of my cock, but I held back. I slowly inserted my middle finger into her cunt from behind. A low, almost animal groan came from her throat and shook my cock. I started slowly sliding it deeper, and hooking it back, again, and out, again; her sucking stopped. She took her mouth off of my cock and moaned "Uuuuuuuuhhhhnnn..."

As I pulled her hair back to uncover her face with my right hand, I could see her eyes rolling back, her lip quivering. "God, Karen...your pussy is flooded. Is that because of me?"

"Oh god yes oh god yes oh god yes baby," she muttered, her eyes closed. She hung her head down and her ass started to sway. I couldn't believe how reactive she was. She looked like she was going to cum just from one finger stroking her cunt. I pulled me finger out and she let out a sigh.

I lifted her arm from my lap, and held her in place as I stood, my cock sticking out in front of me like a spear, pulsating. I moved slowly around the couch behind her, taking in the view. Her eyes were still closed, her head lying against the cushions of the couch, her arms stretched in front of her, her thick ass in the air, swaying. I watched it swat, the milky whiteness of the spot where my hand had moved her bikini, the wide hips, the thin waist. I put my left hand on her left cheek, feeling the almost cold flesh of her thick ass. It crept up, up, up to the waist of her bikini panties, and then my right hand did the same. I slowly pulled. As more of her ass came into view, my excited cock started to pulsate again. Then slowly, I pulled them down further around her hips, over the crest of her ass, over her pussy.




Cutting Class



"Fuck, Karen, your pussy looks delicious."

I knelt down behind her, my face right behind her steaming pussy, my left hand pumping my cock. Her smell was amazing, a mixture of steamy, mossy moisture, and the water from the tub. She must have felt my breath on her lips, as she let out a low moan and said "Ohhhh, honeeeey..." That was my cue. My tongue darted in and out of her cunt as I spread her lips with my right hand. I worked my way slowly down her lips to the slick hood below them, until my tongue was lashing her tiny clit. Her body was jolting and twitching. I could see her thighs clenching. Her moans got higher and longer, then turned into pleading, animal yelps. I watched as her pussy began to spasm, to contract and release. She was Cumming, and hard - yelping again and pleading again. As she came down from her orgasm, she moaned over and over again as I lapped at her hole, "Oh god honey it's yours it's yours it's yours..." 

I couldn't hold back any longer. My cock was straining with desire and I stood up behind her, adjusted her ass so that I had a good angle, and grabbed her waist above the hips. I lined the head of my penis up with her slick hole, and teased her hole. "Mmmm... Ms. Johnson ..." I moaned, and then I pushed.

I felt her cunt give way to me, inch by inch. She sighed and moaned as my penis stretched her walls. I finally felt resistance as I bottomed out inside of her and she grunted. I withdrew slowly but firmly, and watched as her pussy gripped my cock, the skin clinging to me as my shaft pulled back. I pulled out then did the same as she moaned deeper. She accepted me more easily this time, her moisture coating my long shaft completely. I pulled back on her hips and thrust harder, more forcefully. And again, and again. "Oh honey, that's it pound it hard, it's yours, oh honey..." I couldn't believe what the sensations. My cock was so hard that it was sliding across the back all of her cunt, the head pushing against her cervix every time I bottomed out, grunting my pleasure to her. I leaned farther over her, cupping her hanging breasts, sliding in, out in, grabbing her shoulders, pulling her back into me. I saw her head start to shake side to side. Like she was trying not to feel what she was feeling, then again, more fervently. I pounded harder, my abs slamming against the cool white flesh of her ass. I mounted her fully, and bent down and whispered into her ear "That's it, Karen, come for me. Come for your young man's big dick."

She groaned and thrust back into me, forcing me to thrust even harder, and as I did I could feel her shake. I thrust in and held my cock deep inside of her and again, then held it there. Her pussy spasmed on my penis again and again as she wailed. I almost erupted then and there, but, as if she could read my mind, she blurted out "NO, NOT YET."

I compiled, and withdrew my penis from her quivering hole, walking around to her face. I let it dance in front of her face for a few seconds and she knelt in front of me, looked into my eyes and cleaned her cum off of my cock with her mouth, following each vein and ridge with her tongue. "God, Karen, I can't believe how hard you came..." I said to her. She simply raised a hand to my cock and the other to my abs and rubbed my abs as she sucked me deep. She withdrew my cock from her mouth, looked into my eyes and stood, grabbing me by the hand, pushing me down onto the couch in a sitting position.

She climbed up and stood over me, she planted a foot on either side of me, then leaned over, her tits dangling down, and grabbed the back of the couch. She started lowering herself slowly down, her pussy slowly coming toward my erect penis. Slowly, slowly, she lowered, her pussy hair touching my head, then her wetness, and then she kept going. She was taking all of me as slowly as she could. I could see her chest heaving, her neck, then her eyes met mine and she pushed all the way down. Her eyes rolled back and she started riding me, slowly at first. I slid down a bit to see her heavy breasts bouncing in front of me. "Mmmm... wow, he gets really hard when he sees Ms. Johnson's big tits, doesn't he?" She hissed at me through her panting; "Go ahead young man, suck my nipples."

I couldn't believe how soft her tits were; they gave way easily to my mouth as I enveloped the left one with my mouth, and then the right. "No hands, young man, just your mouth," She ordered as she bounced slowly up and down on my length. My arms dangling at my sides, I greedily sucked her left nipple, then her right again, then pushed my face into them and smothered myself in her smell. "Mmmm, good, baby. Now put your hands on my hips. That's it, pull me down onto your penis. Good boy." As soon as she said that, I thrust up into her instinctually. "Oh, you like that? You like it when I call you a good boy for sucking my tits and using that long, hard penis on me?" I moaned as I sucked her nipple harder, pulled her hips down harder, as she sped up her rhythm. 

"Mmm, fuck, honey...you keep being a good boy and Ms. Johnson is going to cum all over that big dick again. Oooh, that's it, mmmmm..."

Her head leaned back and she closed her eyes. Her hair fell down behind her and she started speeding up even more.

"That's it honey, do it. Good boy, good boy..."

Karen wailed as she thrust herself down on me, bucking like a wild animal. My penis started to spasm and buck furiously inside of her, and, as she felt me, she leaned forward and kissed me deeply. I felt my cock jump once twice three times, again and again as I shot jet after jet of cum deep inside of her as she ground her hips into me. "Ohhhh gooood boyyyy,." she moaned. As she ground against me, I could feel the last spurts of my cum jolt out of my cock into her tight pussy, my mind reeling. She kissed my neck and purred into my ear, "Seeeeee? Nothhhhing to be ashamed of..."

As the hardness drained slightly from my cock, she lifted herself off of it, and curled up beside me, and started slowly playing with my twitching shaft, giggling slightly. She stood and walked toward the bathroom, her ass swaying seductively from side to side. "Young man, you're going to be coming over here a little bit more often, I think. Tell me when and I'll make sure to be home. You have some chores that you'll be doing. Now put on your pants and go back to school before your mother gets a call and wonders where you are."

I ran outside and grabbed my things, dressed as quickly as I was able, still smelling Karen's pussy on me, and went back into the house. Karen was nowhere to be seen, so I headed for the door.

There was a note stuck to the door that said, in red maker, "It IS yours."



Cutting Class



"AAAAhhhhhh Fuuuuuckkkkkk!!" Bud screamed.

"Christ!! I just came in my pants. How the fuck am I going to explain that!!"

With a smile on her face she cleaned him up and swallowed her reward. When she finished she looked at the clock. "Crap!! Look at the time. Bob will be home any minute. Hurry and get out the back door and make sure he doesn't see you going."

He left without a kiss or hug.

I barely got hid as I saw him sneak around the apartment looking to see if my car was anywhere in sight. Then he was gone.

I made it to my car and brought it to my normal space.

When I came in the door, Barbara was sitting in her chair watching TV. I walked to her and kissed her goodnight saying I was exhausted, hiding the stain on my pants with my books.

I WAS exhausted and drained. I was asleep in a matter of minutes.

When I left for work in the morning Bud was asleep on the couch where he normally sleeps and his car was in its normal area.

My mind and thoughts were in a mess and I wasn't sure how I was going to make it through the day.   

To be continued. . . . . . . . .



Cutting Her Grass



So curvy, so bouncy, she was his Mom's age but she was so hot. Kevin looked out the window of his bedroom, watching his Mom give a tour of her flower garden in the backyard. Mrs. Willis was one of his Mom's best friends. She wore a bright yellow tank top with thin shoulder straps and a plunging neckline. The edges of her white lace bra could be seen when she moved and her bust had the fullness that only very curvy older women have. Mrs. Willis wore a white and pink crossed pattern skirt that fit her snugly and came down to just above the knee. Her long dark hair was in a pony tail today.

Kevin caught his breath as she bent over, her ass towards him, looking closely at his mother's rose bushes. He had been talking online last night, to a stranger, about Mrs. Willis. The stranger had told him a thing or two that gave Kevin confidence. Had she ever asked that he come over and work in her yard or cut her grass or something? Yes. Yes she had. Kevin said no to her request. He did not cut people's lawns anymore. He was eighteen and was going into his last year of high school soon. The stranger online said she had something else in mind. Kevin did not really believe him but he so wanted to.

Another thing had happened. She had bent over. Right in front of him. Yes she was picking up a fallen piece of paper. But she did it right in front of him. Bending at the hips, she pushed her big round curvy butt right at him. Luckily, Kevin was wearing heavy jeans and was able to retreat behind the counter in the kitchen. The stranger online said, 'you are so in man. Believe me. Older women get terribly horny. You got a shot kid. You really do.'

Down below in the yard it looked like they were finishing up their garden tour. It was close to lunch and Kevin felt a little hungry anyway. He went downstairs and as he headed for the kitchen the two of them were coming through the sliding glass door.

"Welcome to the land of the living," called out his mother. Kevin had slept in again as he usually did during the summer. He worked evenings down at a warehouse, so Keven thought it was not unreasonable at all to sleep in till noon.

"Hello Kevin, how are you doing?" called out Mrs. Willis. Not even the stranger online could read anything but a bright and cheery greeting from that.

"Hi Mrs. Willis. I'm doing fine," said Kevin in as deep and nonchalant voice as he could manage. "How are you?" His heart beat hard.

"I am doing well thank you," said Mrs. Willis.

Keven continued into the kitchen and then exhaled with relief. Kevin did not think he could do it. He was almost shaking just saying hello. This was stupid. He would look like an idiot. He heard his mother in the other room tell Mrs. Willis that she forgot her seed catalogue outside and would be right back.

This was it. Do or die mother fucker. You can do this. Kevin walked back out to the other room. Man she kept in shape. That body. "Mrs. Willis?"

She turned towards him smiling. "Hey Kevin, been working hard at a new job I hear."

"Um, yea," said Kevin. Keep calm. Do not make it look like you are trying to hard. Relax. If you can. "I know you asked before, do you, like, need someone to cut your lawn or something?" Her expression changed and he immediately felt like an idiot. How could he be so stupid.

"Actually we have a landscaping service taking care of our lawns for us at the moment."

"Yea right, that's cool, no problem" said Kevin. His mother stepped back in through the sliding glass door and Kevin turned and walked back to the kitchen. Kevin bent over to slam his forehead into the counter but stopped short. He paced back and forth. Stupid. Stupid. Idiot. He took down a loaf of bread from the cupboard and slammed it down onto the counter. While making himself a sandwich he kept muttering to himself and dropping and slamming all the ingredients around. He finished making the sandwich.

"Kevin?"

He spun around and Mrs. Willis was standing just inside the door to the kitchen.

"Oh hi Mrs. Willis," said Kevin. He actually felt quite relaxed. All the frustration had burned out of him and he just did not care anymore.

Mrs. Willis looked back over her shoulder then walked right up to Kevin. Standing close, she spoke in a low voice, "Kevin. Why did you ask if I needed you to cut my lawn?"

Kevin shrugged. "I don't know. You asked before and I like kind of thought it was kind of rude of me. So I asked." This is what it feels like. He was not nervous. He was calm. Kevin even sneaked a glance down at her amazing cleavage.

She touched his arm. "That's so nice of you to ask Kevin. We do have someone taking care of our lawns now. But we do have some rock work that needs doing. Would you be able to do that?"

"Sure," said Kevin. Impressing himself at how casual he kept his voice and demeanour. "No problem."

She touched his arm again. "Could you come over tomorrow? A little bit after lunch?"

"Yea, tomorrow. No problem." He said no problem twice. Shit. Everything was alright. Chill.

"I'll see you then," said Mrs. Willis as she rubbed his arm and smiled. She turned and walked out the kitchen door.

As soon as the door swung closed Kevin jumped in the air. "Yes!" he said under his breath. He punched the air and walked back and forth, holding his face. Amazing. I can't believe it. Amazing. Kevin started to go back to his room, ran back and grabbed the sandwich he had made, began going to his room again, ran back to get a glass of milk, started going to his room, then stopped and ate at the counter. He stared off into the distance, chewing, drinking, and dreaming.

The next day Kevin arrived on her front doorstep wearing a tight black t-shirt and better jeans than he would normally wear for working in the dirt. Kevin had tossed ideas around in his head all night. Was it going to happen? Was he in fact going to do some rock work and that's all it was and he was just being a complete idiot? What should he do? Make a move? What?

Kevin was not a virgin. He had done it before. One girlfriend who kept saying it was going to hurt. Then it did seem to hurt her and she never wanted to do anything. So much anguish and hair pulling and negotiations. Girls his age confused him. All women confused him to be honest. Kevin questioned what he was even doing there but rang the doorbell anyway.

Kevin waited and was about to press the bell again when she opened the door. She wore a long pink sheer housecoat, tied at the waist, and a black bikini underneath with black high heels.

"Hello Kevin," she said in a seductive voice.

"Hello," said Kevin. His voice worked on pure instinct. His mouth went dry and his head was all fuzzy. There was an extended pause.

"If you go through the gate," she said as she pointed to the side of the house. "I'll meet you in the backyard."

"O.K." Kevin turned like a robot and walked towards the gate. He fiddled with the latch, it would not open, then he shook his head and blinked his eyes, focused, and then he opened it easily. He walked along the side of the house and into the backyard. Mrs. Willis stepped out of the back door. Standing in the bright sunshine, the light went through her sheer housecoat and showed her amazing fit curvy mature body underneath.

"There's a bit of rock edging that needs finishing," she said. She started walking down a little cement path and Kevin followed. She pointed to a pile of rocks and the unfinished edge between two parts of garden. "Just dig them in and line them up. Like what's already been started. You can do this?"

"Sure, yea, I can do that."

"Great," she said. Mrs. Willis walked back where she came from and Kevin watched her. She did not turn around at the door, just walked straight in the house and closed the door. Kevin looked down at the pile of rocks.

"Fuck."

It was hot sweaty work. The sun seemed extra hot and his knees hurt from kneeling and placing the heavy rocks. He had worked well past an hour when he stopped, wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his glove, and turned his head to look at her house. A curtain fell back into place and took a few moments to settle. Kevin returned to his work, placing the next rock beside the previous one.

"Kevin. You better take a break. Come inside for a drink." came her soft voice from the house. He turned as the door swung closed. She was nowhere to be seen. Kevin grunted as he stood up, dusted some dirt from his jeans and shirt, left his gloves, and walked towards the back door of the house.

"Mrs. Willis?" called Kevin when he got to the back door. "Mrs. Willis?" The door was ajar, he pushed it open but no one was there and no one responded. Keven stepped inside, looked down at his shoes, and crouched down and took them off. "Mrs. Willis?" He stepped tentatively into the house, looking around. "You said come in for a drink."

"Down the hall Kevin!" came her voice. It was distant and muffled. "Down the hall, the door at the end of the hall."

Kevin moved towards the voice. It was a long hallway. All was silence except the pounding of his heart in his ears. "Mrs. Willis?"

"In here."

He stopped at the door at the end of the hall, it was slightly ajar. He swung it open slowly. "Mrs. Willis?" Kevin stepped through the door, turned to his left and saw Mrs. Willis laying on her side on a paisley couch, nude.

Her skin was lightly tanned and smooth. Her breasts were massive mounds of flesh topped by long hard nipples. Shaved, her pussy had a small well tended landing strip above it. The curve from her hips to waist looked extreme as she laid on her side. Her long dark hair hung down across one shoulder.

"I can tell you like what you see," she said.

"You're amazing," said Kevin. He stood in awe.

"Come here Kevin," she said and gestured with one finger. Kevin moved towards her and stopped when he reached the couch. "You like my body?" Mrs. Willis ran a hand along her hip.

"You're so beautiful."

She sat up slowly, arching her back, and raised herself to her feet so that she stood right in front of him. She looked him deep in the eyes. "You really mean that?"

"I think you're so hot."

Mrs. Willis pushed herself up against him and tilted her head back. Kevin hesitated a moment then leaned down a little and kissed her on the lips. She moaned as they broke apart. "You ready for this?"

Kevin nodded and managed to say, "Yes."

Mrs. Willis maintained eye contact as she slid slowly down his body, lowering herself to her knees. She broke eye contact and began undoing his belt. She undid his pants and slid them a little down his hips and then looked up. "Take off your shirt. Over your head. Slowly."

Kevin did as she asked. He was not the most muscled of guys but his body was tight and lean. She watched him pull off his shirt. His dirty sweaty shirt. Over his head like a workman.

Mrs. Willis licked her lips and returned her attention to his bulging boxers. The tip of which was near her face. She took a deep breath in anticipation and tugged them down by the bottom hems. Kevin's hard cock sprang out. Big and thick and throbbing hard. She took it into her hand and stroked it.

"Oh," she whispered to herself. "You bad bad girl."

Kevin watched as she stroked it. She moved her face close to the side of his cock and he felt her hot breath. She blew on it. Then kissed it and ran her tongue ever so gently along it. "Oh shit," he gasped. He closed his eyes and clenched his body. No not yet. "Shit."

She was caught by surprise as it jumped and shot a thick stream of cum over her shoulder and down her back. "Oh!" She stroked it faster and moved in front of it as another shot hit her hair. "Oh dear!" Another shot hit her chin and dripped down onto her breast. She pointed it down at her breasts and another wad shot across them. "Oh my!" It kept going. Shooting more onto her breasts, then she raised it up and took a shot in her mouth and moaned. Finally stopping, she pulled her mouth off it, still stroking. "Such a good load."

She licked a drip from the head of his cock and then took it back in her mouth and sucked it gently, moaning, looking up at him. Stroking with one hand, she moved the other, massaging his balls. She pushed her mouth down on it, taking it deep.

"Shit," said Kevin. "I'm sorry."

Mrs. Willis smiled with his cock in her mouth and then pulled back off it. "So much cum. You were so hot and ready. I'm flattered." She sucked very softly then stopped. "You'll be fine in a few minutes, and all the better to have gotten the first one out of the way. Take your clothes off."

Reaching behind her, she pulled herself up onto the couch. She sat back and spread her legs wide as she watched Kevin take his jeans, socks, and underwear off. She rubbed her pussy and ran a finger around one nipple while she watched. "You're not a virgin are you Kevin?"

"No."

"Your mother was sure you had lost it," she said. She raised her feet up onto the couch with her legs spread wide. "Come down here and show me what you can do."

Kevin dove in between her legs.

"Easy," she said grinning. "Take your time. That's it. Yes stick out your tongue and run it lightly up and down. Mmmmm. Yes that's it. Nice and slow and gentle. Oh that's nice." She settled deeper into the couch as Kevin, on his knees between her legs, licked up and down her pussy. She was so wet juices had seeped onto her legs and around her hole.

"Now when you get to the top. My clit. Yes that's it. Stay there for a moment. Yes circle it a bit. Yes tease it." She shivered slightly. "Now up and down again along the surface. Yes like that. Then each time you reach the top, spend a little more time there. Yes. Right there. Yes." Mrs. Willis reached out and grabbed his hair and pulled his face into her. "Yes right there. Don't move. Press it. Suck it. Yes. Oh yes." Her body shuddered and she closed her eyes, pressing his head into her clit. "Yes. Yes. Oh yes. Mmmmmm. Seems like you weren't the only one a little over eager." She grinned, let go of his hair and stroked it instead.

"Come up here beside me," she said. He got up on the couch. On one knee, he was turned towards her, and she reached out and began stroking his half hard cock. It soon became fully erect. "You can touch me here." She took his hand and put it on her pussy. "Yes that's it. Yes push a finger in. Yes that's it Kevin."

Reaching through his legs and grabbing his ass, she pulled him closer and closer unto she had his cock pulled into her mouth. He rocked gently back and forth.

Kevin tried to concentrate on fingering her wet pussy. He fingered it then used the palm of his hand to rub into her clit which caused her to thrust her hips up, pressing against his hand. His cock so hard now, blood pulsing through his veins. She writhed and bucked against his hand and sucked hard on his cock.

He stopped. Looking down at her, their eyes locked, and then he pulled at her far leg, turning her sideways on the couch. Kevin moved in between her spread legs. They never lost eye contact.

Mrs. Willis was flushed and breathing deeply. It felt so good as Keven rubbed his cock along her pussy. The rubbing stopped. They held their breath in expectancy, he pushed, he pushed inside her.

"Oh yes."

He pulled back a little and then pushed in even more. It felt so good. Kevin shifted his knees and then pushed all the way inside her. He groaned and moved his hands on each side of her hips. He gripped her firmly and began moving his cock in and out in a slow rhythm.

No complaints. No warnings to take it slow. No hand reaching down pushing back at him, telling him to stop, it hurts. He buried it and she loved it all.

"Yes, yes, yes," she whispered under her breath on every stroke. She kept her eyes locked on his as they built up. Faster and faster he pumped. She bucked her hips into him on every stroke. Bucking harder and harder as the tempo increased.

"Fuck me," she said louder and louder every time he plunged in balls deep.

Kevin gained a surge of energy and turned his pumping into a fierce pounding. He used his arms, his legs, everything he had to thrust inside her.

"Fuck me, oh god fuck me, fuck me," she screamed. She fucked back and matched his intensity. Sweat poured off their bodies. Losing all sense of anything else, they attacked each other with animal ferocity. She continued to scream, "Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder! Fuck me!"

The words got lost in a pure scream as she bucked and shook and came on his cock. Her pussy squeezing down on it over and over, shooting a hard stream of clear juice down his stiff rod and running down his balls. Kevin roared, drove deep inside her, and came hard. He kept roaring and holding and jerking into her on each ejaculation. They gripped each other to the point of bruising and the spasms jolted their entire bodies.

Finally, his strength died and he collapsed on top of her, dripping sweat, panting, and almost passing out. She held onto him, fighting to catch her own breath, his hard cock still inside her. Slowly, their breathing slowed, their heart rates lowered, and they laid there together, tired, and so satisfied.

She stroked the back of his hair while they rested. His cock now soft inside her. They could feel each other's heart beats.

"I'm sure now," she said.

He took a while to respond. "Sure of what?"

"That I made the right decision."

Still exhausted, he wondered if she was uncomfortable with all his weight laying on her. "Am I crushing you?"

"Not at all."

"I did all right didn't I?"

She moved a bit so he would move as well and she kissed him. "I so needed that. Thank you."

"Thank you Mrs. Willis."

"Farrah."

"Farrah. Thank you Farrah."

"Let's have something to drink," she said. He eased himself off her. His legs felt wobbly when he first tried to stand up. "Hit's you in the legs doesn't it. But what strong young energetic legs." She smiled and stood up carefully.

He felt rather self-conscious now standing naked in front of her. She moved over to a table beside the couch. He had not noticed the pitcher of juice, glasses, and platter of sliced fruit there before. He also noticed a number of picture frames turned face down.

She poured two glasses of juice. Kevin downed one glass in one go and she refilled it. They sat back down on the couch with the juice and the platter of prepared fruit.

"Good heavens, where did the time go?" she said.

Kevin was not sure when they had started but she seemed to think a lot of time had passed. They drank and ate fresh fruit as his eyes roved all over her body. So beautiful. His cock grew hard.

Farrah saw it and grinned. "Like goats," she said.

"What?"

"Young men," she could not stop grinning. "I'm not complaining."

He put his glass down and then leaned in and kissed her awkwardly. Almost tipping the fruit tray over, she recovered it just in time and he backed off. "It's O.K. I got it." She stood up and returned the tray to the table and returned to him and stood close. "It seems I'm not going to escape your wants," she smirked. "Let's try it a bit different."

Slowly and seductively, she turned away from him, maintaining eye contact by looking over her shoulder, and then lowered herself to her hands and knees. Pushing her ass out, she wiggled it, and lowered her head closer to the floor.

"Fuck me some more please Kevin."

Quickly, Kevin moved in behind her. His was cock already throbbing hard and without any further ceremony he pushed inside her pussy. She moaned.

"Fuck me Kevin. Show me what a healthy young man can do. Make me feel. Make me feel like, mmmm."

Kevin hastily built up a strong rhythm. He gripped her hips with his hands. The initial tiredness in his legs soon disappeared. "I love fucking you so much Farrah."

"Call me Mrs. Willis. Yes. Say it like that. Slap it and say it."

Kevin pounded into her hard. Fucking her. Fucking Mrs. Willis.




Cutting Her Grass



"Fuck me. Fuck me. I'm a bad girl. Aren't I? Aren't I?"

"You're a bad girl Mrs. Willis," said Kevin and he slapped her ass lightly on the other cheek. The first one was already pink. "I'm fucking you Mrs. Willis. Fucking you hard."

"Yes, fuck me Kevin, fuck me hard."

Kevin attacked her with sexual savagery. She took it and kept encouraging him for more. This was nothing like sex with his girlfriend when they were going out. He could fuck. Really fuck. He loved older women. They built into a sexual frenzy, sweating, grunting, his fingers gripping her flesh as he thrust inside her.

"Fuck me! Fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she screamed.

Kevin bared his teeth in a growl. His legs were cramping up, his hair and body soaked in sweat. It built. He could not stop it. He let loose inside her. Over and over again. It was almost painful. Spasm after spasm. They collapsed onto the floor in a heap. A tangled mass of glowing sweaty flesh. Kevin passed out.

"Kevin. Kevin. Kevin wake up."

Kevin opened his eyes. The world was a different place. It all looked different.

"You've got to get up Kevin. My little animal." She kissed him on the nose.

She wore a thick white terry cloth robe. He blinked his eyes, found his strength, and stood up. "Wow."

"Wow is right," she said grinning at him, standing a little apart. "Now as much as I would like to you stay. You must go."

He looked over at her, tired, spent, but not wanting to leave her.

"You must. You must go home. Right now. You're already late. Get dressed. Hurry. No you can't take a shower. Yes you smell but you're coming home after working in my yard, not fresh out of my shower. Hurry, get dressed."

She walked him to the door. He turned around and leaned in. She turned her head away and only allowed him to kiss her on the cheek. She patted his shoulder. "We'll see. We'll see. But you must go now."

Kevin strode away along her front walkway.

"Did you have fun Kevin? Was is special?"

Kevin stopped and turned. "It was the best time of my life."



Cutting Her Out of My Life



I was a contractor with a privately-owned small security unit outside of Doha, Qatar. It was a six-month contract, and it was grueling work at times, but the pay was good. I was just wrapping up my daily duties when my manager called me into his office. 

"We're heading home early," he said.

There were still two weeks remaining in our contract, so the news came as a shock to me. But I didn't question it. I was just thrilled to get back home to my loving wife and our beautiful little girl.

My first impulse was to phone Karla and give her the good news, but I decided to surprise her instead. I guess I've seen one too many of those YouTube videos of happy soldiers surprising their loved ones, and I wanted to join in the fun.

When I drove up to the house in my Mustang, I immediately noticed a strange car in our driveway. On a hunch, I continued past the house, parked off to the side, and doubled back on foot.

My daughter Jamie was in school, so I knew Karla was home alone. Only she wasn't alone. A quick peak through the window told me everything I needed to know. There, standing in our livingroom, was my darling wife with her arms wrapped around some guy I had never seen before. They kissed, and my entire world immediately went red.

I could feel the anger within me boil over, and my gut reaction was to crash through the window and strangle both of them. But I took a moment to concentrate on my breathing, just as I was trained. They both would pay, but not just yet.

That afternoon, I met with my buddy, Sal. He was one of my best friends growing up, but today he's a big-shot lawyer. I knew he wouldn't mind giving me a little free advice.

"I'm leaving Karla," I stated flatly, once we had dispensed with the usual greeting. His jaw dropped.

"You're kidding," he said. I shook my head slowly and deliberately. "Why?" he asked.

"The fucking cunt cheated on me," I stated calmly.

"But you two have been happily married for over twenty years," he said. "You have a wonderful life together, and a beautiful daughter. Why would she do that?"

"Her reasons and motivation doesn't matter to me," I said. "She cheated. End of story. It's divorce time."

For the next hour, we proceeded to discuss the divorce laws in my state. Because I was the main bread-winner in our family, I was subject to a "temporary" maintenance formula of 40% of my income, minus 50% of hers, regardless of her ability to support herself.

But that wasn't the worst of it. Because we were married more than twenty years, I would be ordered to pay a lifetime alimony if I stood in front of a judge. The property split would be "equitable," which basically meant that would also be at the whim of the judge.

Then there was the matter of Jamie. I loved my little girl to death, and there was no way I was leaving her or splitting my time with her. I thanked Sal for his time, and left the diner in a hurry.

I made a stop at our bank, where another friend of mine worked. He was happy to help me withdraw all the money I could and stash it away in a little account he set up in the Caymans. My next stop was a travel agency. There was only one task left for me to do at that point.

I waited outside the house that night, and checked my watch. Two o'clock in the morning. Both of them had to be sleeping by then. I made my way to our front door, dressed in my black fatigues and carrying my duffel bag. I jimmied the lock and made my way inside.

Employing my training in stealth, I swiftly moved up the stairs and knelt outside the bedroom door. I reached into the duffel bag and produced a canister of ether that I had purloined from the medical supply closet at the base many years ago. I attached the canister to some tubing, fed it under the door and released the valve.

While I waited, I extracted a pair of night vision goggles and a gas mask from my bag. When I figured enough time had elapsed, I swiftly moved inside the door and placed a rolled-up towel under the door to keep the gas trapped inside.

I moved to the side of the bed. Sure enough, they were both knocked out cold. There was one piece of equipment remaining in my bag: a scalpel.

My mother was a veterinarian, and I had assisted in several neutering procedures. This would be no different, I told myself.

I gave one last look at the two of them before opening the bedroom door. The ether would wear off shortly, and I knew I didn't have much time. I moved down the hallway and swept up Jamie in my arms. I carried her outside to my Mustang and strapped her in her car seat. Amazingly, she slept through the whole thing.

I made one last visit to the house that I had once called home before I jumped into the driver's seat and sped down the road past the house. In my rearview, I could see the flames already building.

"Where are we going, Daddy?" Jamie suddenly asked, startling me a bit.

"We are going on vacation," I answered with a smile. "A permanent vacation, honey. Just you and me."



Cutting Loose



As for my college experience so far, everything pretty much sucks for me. I dress a little blacker, look a little shorter, skinny but tough, and supposedly my mom loves to tell me I have more curves than a coke bottle but I don't show them off enough. I'm overall an outcast and hate socializing and hate people in general.

I partied too much, and couldn't stay away from all the wrong crowds. I was dating the wrong guy, but couldn't find a way to break it off. He treated me like shit, but little did he know I was robbing him blind of every hard-working-cent he had.

College courses were just awful. My schedule was do-able except for the fact I was stuck in some lame and seemingly hard class I didn't even sign up for. My Friday morning consisted of International Business with Professor Davis.

I sat way in the back, and it was a relatively small class. I had to find some eye candy to keep me occupied. I was anything but loyal and innocent at that time.

The last one to class, I came to learn, was a very slim, built-looking, Irish lifeguard named Jeremy. And yes, I can tell all that by looking at him... Well, at least that he was Irish. The teacher announced his name and he had a red and white Guard's jacket on. He had the most intriguing eyes I'd ever seen, and the most attitude-filled walk.

Time drug by and International Business became the highlight of my week, and Jeremy became the number one name on my 'To Do' list. We had made eye contact more than three times already, but still said no more than the occasional "Hey". His dorm turned out to be only a few floors below mine. (Thank God for Co-Ed schools!) I took any oppurtunity to bump into him or try to show off.

Soon I noticed him and Kassie, my roommate, were talking in the hall. They decided it would be fun to double date with me and my boyfriend, Shon. She mentioned the idea of the four of us going to see a movie the upcoming Friday. We made plans and later that night I called Shon and forced him to agree, in the back of my mind knowing I was going to use this night to somehow get closer to Jeremy.

Friday morning rolled around and when I walked in the first thing I noticed was that Jeremy was the first, and only, one in the class and he was sitting in the empty seat behind me. I did my best to play it cool, and put on a hard-to-get act. I nonchalantly slid into my chair and put my head down and prepared for a quick nap, when I felt a finger running up and down the middle of my back. My stomach twisted as I turned around to come nose to nose with the hottest guy I'd ever met. 

Jeremy looked greater everyday. He seemed to just keep getting more gorgeous every week.

"So, what movie you girlies decide on?" He asked, in the most innocent voice.

"I think Kassie had mentioned some horror movie." The room felt like it was slowly catching on fire.

"Well, that sounds okay, though I'm not too worried about actually paying attention to it." This didn't exactly thrill me; the image of my secret crush and my roommate playing tonsil hockey.

"Well I'm guessing you'll be too busy lip locking to even catch a glimpse of anything." I wondered if he sensed the jealousy.

"Sounds like somebody needs to get some," he shot back.

"What's it to you? You'll be to busy being her plaything for the night" I didn't see where this conversation was going.

"Hey, don't get me wrong, this isn't about her... I had to find some way to get your attention. What better way than through your roommate?" He said with a quick wink.

"Funny, I always thought her and Shon would be perfect together, but I guess that would be too good to be true. Sadly, he won't leave me." I said, completely ignoring his previous hint that he just may be interested in ME.

"Oooh, I see... Well, maybe they could be perfect for each other. Maybe they just need a little push, or at least a chance to be alone."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I questioned.

"You'll figure it out eventually... tonight." He left me hanging by a thread. Even if he would have told me, he would have no time to explain. Everyone else was arriving and class had started so we were then forced to pay attention. After class he was gone before I could think twice about questioning his intentions.

Soon I was back in my dorm and tearing off my clothes ready for a hot shower. As I washed the day away, I found myself coming on with a headache from thinking about Jeremy so damn much. I could NOT get this guy out of my head! He was hot, the definition of hot, and he made me extremely curious. Everything about him drew me further in, made me wanna know more. A lot more.

He seemed perfect for me. I just felt this connection with him, a strong one. I found myself wanting to really, really, really get to know him. I wanted to explore him. I wanted to know everything that turned him on, what he liked to see a girl wear, how he liked to be touched, or licked, or kissed, or if he was slow or kinky. I had to find out.

All these thoughts turned me on worse than I usually get turned on. The steam in my shower was a nice touch to my fantasies of him being in there with me. I imagined him pushing me against the wall, under the water, and lifting one of my legs up and holding onto my ankle. Pressing his stomach against mine, his hips against mine, and his pelvis against mine. Then moving himself up and sliding his dick, which I figured to be pretty big, as deep inside me as he could get. I thought through us fucking while I fingered myself in the shower. At the thought of him cumming, I came. I took a few deep breaths and finished up getting squeaky clean then hopped out to get dressed for this double date from Hell.

I decided to go with my black mini skirt, and a white button up top, which showed some tummy, with a medium sized black tie. My black hair was over my eyes and just all over the place in a very wet mess, but very sexy. I had dark black eye shadow on and thick black eyeliner under my eyes. It gave me a mysterious type look. Then to top it off I threw on my new black, leathery, knee-high 'hooker boots' (as I like to refer to them). Jeremy had to be Gay not to notice me.

Shon picked me up and immediately tried hitting on me. I got in the car and put my hand in his face when he went for my neck. "We're gonna be late, dear." I gave him a fake smile.

We met Jeremy and Kassie at the theater, we probably could have rode together but Kassie insisted on just meeting us there. I noticed Jeremy staring me down when I was locked in chit-chat with Kassie. I thought I was going to have to wipe the drool from his chin. I definitely got my kicks out of this. I did my best to let him know that I was miserable with Shon, and needed a new man and some real, hardcore, satisfaction. I'm pretty sure he got what I was hinting.

We filed into the theater and ended up sitting a bit strange, I thought. It went, left to right, Jeremy, Kassie, Shon, and then me. I found it funny Shon and Kassie somehow ended up next to each other. But I didn't mind of course. I was hoping they'd be the ones to end up making out. 

The previews had just started when Jeremy whispered to Kassie "I'm gonna go grab a drink, I'll be back in a few."

"Okey dokey," she replied, looking like she was ready to pass out and start snoring.

I watched him as he stood up. I started at his feet, and my eyes worked right up his legs and his slim stomach, his great shoulders, and that face. That perfect, sexy face. When I noticed his eyes looking sharply into mine, trying to meet them. Once they made total contact, he nodded in his direction, as if for me to follow after him, I guessed. I waited until he turned the corner and I started squirming, trying to make it look like I was about to piss myself. Shon soon enough suggested I stop jumping around and go to the bathroom.

I got out of my seat and practically ran down the steps to catch up to Jeremy. I opened the door and stopped, looking around for him. Then I felt an abrupt grab at my hips. He had snuck up behind me and was holding onto my waist like it was his last grip on life. He spun me around and pulled me close into his strong arms, he held on tighter, making his muscles flex.

"What took you so long baby?" He said with the sexiest smile I'd ever seen. I thought I was going to melt.

"I uuhh... uhm... I..." I stuttered, not sure what to say or how to control my excitement.

"Sshhhh," he put a finger to my lips, getting his face real close to mine.

He grabbed my hand and drug me to the back of the hall near the emergency exit, which lead to the back of the cinema, where it was always dark and usually nobody but managers parked. He pushed the door open and pulled me outside, leaving it slam shut behind us.

He wasted absolutely no time. He backed me against the cement wall, leaning his hands against it, up over my head. He pushed himself against me and let out a hot breath on my neck that sent chills up and down my body. I stared up at the stars and the moon, taking in and savoring as much of the moment as I could. It was a beautiful night, it was hot, but not to hot, and clear, millions of stars, and a perfect warm breeze. 

I was dying to know what those gorgeous lips of his tasted like, but I didn't wanna interrupt his control over the moment. Soon enough he was softly rubbing his nose against mine, inching his way towards my lips. He pressed his lips against mine and it was the greatest, sweetest kiss I ever felt. His hands started to grab my hips again, and slide their way up and down my bare thighs. (Little did he know, I wasn't wearing any panties). His mouth started to pry mine open and our tongues finally met. It was the smoothest tongue I ever came in contact with, and very talented... I wondered what else it was capable of.

His hand reached under my miniskirt and began to gently rub my already soaked pussy. 

"Hmmm ... No panties, eh?" He whispered into my ear.

I let out a little giggle and that was all I could manage.

"My kind of girl... I like 'em dirty." He said smiling; looking completely satisfied that he had met me.

He brought his hand back up and joined it with his other one to start unbuttoning my shirt while he kissed along my neck and ears. It was completely opened when he started kissing down the center of my chest and even slower around my tits. I had my favorite black, silky bra on; he seemed to really like it. He made his way down my stomach, licking around my navel. He put a finger up into my mouth and rubbed it along my tongue. Then while he continued to kiss my stomach he slid the same finger up under my skirt and easily and very slowly inserted it into my warm twat. Moving it around, and going in and out, all the while very slowly.

Then he dropped to his knees and rubbed his hands from my knees, at the top of my boots, up to my ass and back down about three or four times. Then put his face up by my cunt and pulled my thighs apart as far as he can get them without me falling. His tongue slowly made its way out of his mouth and the tip of it flicked against my clit. Just that made me moan. Then he placed his full tongue against it and slid it up and down and across. He made it point again and slid it into me. I've never felt pleasure like this before, and I already felt myself ready to orgasm. I held it in as long as possible, because I didn't want that feeling to end too soon. But when he started to really slip his tongue in and out and slither it all across my clit I couldn't hold it anymore. I came long and hard, all over his face and in his mouth, trying as hard as I could not to scream bloody murder. I had to rip his head away before he stopped.

We went back into the theater but when he was about to go up the steps to our seats, I stopped him and sat him down in the front row, which was empty.

"It's my turn" I whispered in his ear.

I immediately got down on my knees in front of him and went straight for his button and zipper. I undid the button with my quick fingers and unzipped the zipper with my teeth. His dick, which was just as big as I pictured it, popped out of his boxers and jeans and straight into my ready-wet mouth. Right there, in the front row, with our dates up on the top row, I sucked his dick like my life depended on it. His right hand got a hold of my hair and the back of my head, pushing his cock farther into my throat, while his left hand gripped the side of the seat, almost ready to tear through it. He let out little groans, thankfully no one could hear anyway.

I let his dick out of my throat for a few minutes so I can tease him by licking from his balls straight up his shaft and around his head. I kissed my way back down to his balls and drew one into my mouth and sucked on it for a few seconds. I gently nibbled at the hairs around his genital area, and that gave him goose bumps quickly. I took his rock hard dick back into my mouth and began to deep throat it again. He gripped my hair again as my lips stroked up and down, up and down. My tongue always twirling and flicking against it. Pretty soon he started to shake, and he did his best to control his moaning as he exploded into my mouth and down my throat. It was very sweet-tasting cum and I enjoyed swallowing every, last drop.

I zipped him back up and sat in the chair next to him. He was breathing heavy and looked at me with total lust in his eyes.

"Oh my God!" He exclaimed. "I have to make you mine!"

With that we were out of the theater and outside once again. He drug me across the parking lot and to his car where he picked me up by the ass and placed me on his hood. The lot was dark and empty, not a face in sight, once again; just stars.

He kissed me wildly and passionately as his hands worked up my skirt, squeezing and grabbing at my thighs so tightly. His kisses took my breath away, and I could feel us starting to fall for each other. His piercing eyes stayed locked with mine through every movement.

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his long, hard dick. Then he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me as close to him as he could get me without taking me off the hood. He wiggled his way towards my cunt and slid his cock inside me. I exploded with pleasure. It was an instant unexplainable feeling. I never wanted him to stop. He teased me by starting slow, and then he eventually started to pound in and out of my dripping wet pussy. He stopped and rubbed the head of his penis around my clit, which made me cum right away, and just as I yelled that I was cumming he jammed himself back inside and continued to fuck me, as hard as he could... Which was very, very hard!

Then he stopped and picked me up and carried me to the side of his car where he wrapped my legs around his waist and hoisted me up against the car. His dick went in and out, in and out, in and out while he was bouncing me up and down on his hips, gripping my ass. I held onto his shoulders and screamed his name loudly and repeatedly.

After he was pleased with that, he bent me over the trunk of the car, lifting my skirt up a bit, exposing my tight, round ass. He gave me a good spanking and pulled on my shoulders and told me to yell his name again. Then he made me beg for more, which I didn't mind doing at all. He slammed his cock back in my twat from behind me. Slipping it right under my ass and past my wet pussy lips, and deep, deep, deep inside of me. He went harder and faster, and kept making me scream. He gripped my ass, my shoulders, the back of my neck, then dug his nails down my back. He slapped my ass once more and gave one last firm thrust and then pulled out, whipped me around onto my knees and then blew his load all over my face and into my mouth.

We got in the car and shared a romantic kiss.

"I think you're a keeper," he said with a playful look.

I gave him a big smile and replied "Why don't we head back to your dorm, and you can spend the night with me?"

"I wonder if I'll enjoy holding you just as much as I enjoyed that, but I have a feeling I will." He said back with an innocent look.

"That will come later babe; I'm not done with you yet." I said with a bit of an evil giggle.

We left Shon and Kassie in the theater. They turned out to be quite fond of each other anyway.

We've been together ever since.



Cutting Room Floor: Armageddon



(The first part of this was in the original release of the movie Armageddon. The deleted scene follows.) 

"DAMN IT AJ!!" Harry Stamper could be heard shouting at the top of his lungs all around his oil rig. The oil drilling roughnecks on the far side turned around thinking that he was right there beside him.

Harry was pissed. The no good son of a bitch AJ had fucked him for the last time. Rig number 2 chewed 180 feet last night, all due in part to AJ's ignorance in the field of drilling oil. Actually that wasn't true. It wasn't ignorance. AJ was one of the hardest working, experienced drill men working for Stamper Oil. Even at his young age of 25, the boy knew what he was doing. The problem was his arrogance. His cocky attitude was always getting him into trouble. Always taking risks, always pushing the envelope, and always fucking up because the stupid kid would never consider the negative consequences of his actions. This wasn't the first time AJ had cost the company thousands of dollars.

"AJ!!" Harry shouted again as he jogged up the stairs to AJ's crow's nest. When he reached the door, Harry took the golf club he had in his hand and batted it against the metal walls.

The sound of his boss's voice and the echo of the metal clang jolted AJ upright on his bed. 

"AJ!" Harry burst the door open of AJ's shack and a few items fell off the shelf next to it. 

AJ blinked his eyes rapidly trying desperately to rouse.

As the door flung open, AJ suddenly remembered who was in bed next to him. In a flash, AJ had thrown the covers over Grace, Harry's only daughter.

"AJ you in here?" Harry asked while bursting in, "Oh that's just perfect, in bed, get up!"

The tired yet nervous kid was up like a clumsy cadet who got caught napping by his drill Sargent. He stood up in front of his bed, blocking the lump from Harry's view.

Harry walked up to him and shut the door.

As quietly as possible, Grace pulled her exposed feet up underneath the blanket.

"Uh, hey…you wanted to see me?" AJ asked innocently.

"Yeah I was looking for ya." Harry stated matter of fact.

"You're pissed, okay, I can see that." Said AJ looking for Harry's goodside.

"No, you know what AJ? I'm not pissed, you've seen me pissed. This is way, way beyond pissed. You know I shut down number 2 last night right?"

AJ's face reddened, "Yeah, I had a hunch on that."

Harry shook him off, "Let me tell ya something. Some day, many years from now when you're all growed up, and you got yer own oil company, and 8 million dollars of your own money on a contract…you can do whatever comes into that little AJ idiot mind of yours that you want. But as long as it says Harry Stamper Oil on the rig, you will not disobey my rules. You got that?"

AJ answered quickly, "Yeah. I do got it."

Harry continued, "Right now I need to hear 5 words from you."

AJ started, "Uhhhh…"

"I'll…" Harry started, "Never…" he continued as his fingers began a count off to five.

AJ followed suit, "Never…do…that…again. I'm a fool! That was…idiotic. That was stupid. I know…I'm an idiot," Aj rambled. 

Suddenly, Harry's face contorted into suspicion.

"What's goin' on?" Harry's eyes squinted at AJ.

The kid repeated ignorantly, "What's going on? I screwed up. I'm a little edgy."

"How long you work for me?"

"Five wonderful years."

"In five years you have never apologized to me this quickly. Something's going on here, and I'm gonna find out what it is."

"No, no, no…" AJ countered, "I'm turning over a new leaf. I'm trying to learn from the man. What would Harry do?"

Harry's attention was drawn away from the boy down to the floor and raised his hand to the kid's face. He opened his hand like a duck's bill and closed it slowly, indicating to AJ to shut up.

Harry extended the golf club down to the floor and hooked a small, see-thru bra, with little black designs on it.

AJ's pulse increased. His heart felt like it was about to explode out of his chest.

The boy tried to cover, "I'm…at a loss for words."

The bra slipped down the length of the club and landed on Harry's hand.

AJ quickly reached for the white lingerie and picked it up.

"Okay, I can explain this."

Harry jutted the end of the golf club into AJ's throat, "You can explain this? I would really like an explanation." He pushed the kid back till he was out of the way of the bed.

"You wait right here."

He then took the end of the club down to the sheet and pulled it back from the pillow.

As the blanket was pulled back, the body of a young, naked female came into view. Her long dark hair rested all over the pillow. Her small lips came into view and she was frowning at him.

"Grace?" Harry looked at his 18 year old daughter in dismay.

She eased herself up off the bed slightly and up onto her elbows.

"Hi Harry." Grace looked up at him with resentment.

"I have asked you repeatedly to call me Dad."

As she brought herself up, the blanket fell down exposing her naked tits to her father's view.

"Sorry Harry."

"Get up and put yer clothes on."

Grace just sat there in all her glory and stared menacingly back at her father. She then turned her attention over to AJ who was standing idly by waiting for some sort of punishment.

(This next part was cut from the original release of the film.)

Harry looked up at AJ, "Why is she looking at you?"

AJ shrugged, "I…I…who knows. I'm just…"

Harry continued, "Let's see now. I give my daughter an order and she turns to…you?"

Grace rolled her eyes, "That's right. I disrespected my father. Big fucking deal!"

The second she finished her sentence Harry's hand grasped hold of his daughter's face. His fingers gripped her cheeks and squeezed causing her lips to purse. Her arms tensed.

"Uhhh…" Grace gasped.

"Don't talk back to your father." Harry glared at her.

AJ winced at Harry's behavior towards his little girl.

"Hey, Harry…come on, don't…" AJ cowered as Harry turned his glare to meet his eyes. The roughneck gripped his daughter's face harder and brought the golf club up into AJ's neck.

"Is it my mistake? Or did you just try to tell me what to do?"

Panicked, AJ stuttered, "Naw…I mean…no, I didn't…"

Grace struggled to get out of her father's firm hand.

"Harry…let me…go." Grace's anger increased as she attempted to shake her face away from his fingers.

Harry's clutch intensified on her soft skin and caused Grace's eyes to squeeze shut.

"What's my name?" Harry insisted.

Grace didn't want to give in to his power struggle.

"Harry."

Harry smirked, "Is that so?" His strong arm shoved Grace flat onto the bed and onto her back. Her young tits flopped back and forth as she landed. She massaged her chin and pivoted her jaw.

Harry's eyes suddenly zoned in on his lovely girl's young tit flesh that jiggled before him. He brought his eyes up to AJ who was sweating profusely as the end of the golf club pressed into gullet. Then he looked back down at Grace on the mattress.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Harry looked Grace in the face. Her cheeks were red with anger, fear, or just malice at being treated with such disrespect.

"Grace?"

Her breathing was heavy and she looked up at her father, "What…Harry."

"You're…a big girl now."

She held her breath and just stared. Harry looked back at AJ.

"AJ…why didn't you tell me my little girl was getting so…developed?" 

The nervous employee raised one eyebrow, "Harry…I don't know what to say."

"I didn't ask you to say anything."

"Yes you did…"

"AJ-No I didn't. Have a seat." Harry stared the boy down until he leaned back against the wall and slid down to the floor.

Grace turned her head to AJ. They shared a concerned stare.

She started to rise. Harry placed his hand in the center of her chest, right between her breasts. Her breathing became staggered as his palm pressed into her sternum.

"I didn't tell you to get up."

"Fuck you Harry. You're not"

"You're father?" Harry interjected. She rolled her eyes at him. He continued, "I am your father little woman, and you will obey me. Especially since you're under my roof."

AJ spoke up, "Actually, it's my…" Harry glared, "…shack. Or yours. Sorry Harry."

"Such a pussy." Grace stated at AJ.

AJ frowned and twisted his head towards the bed bound girl, "What?"

Grace, "Why don't you stand up to him? Instead of sitting there like a lump on a log."

Harry slid his hand down and cupped one of Grace's tiny tits.

She gasped, "Aahh. What are you doing, Harry?"

"What's my name?" He squeezed her mound lightly. She gasped again.

"Harry, stop it."

He squeezed it harder, "What's my name Grace?"

She fell back on the bed and grabbed his hand with both of hers. His body fell with hers and he sat on the edge of the bed, his hand still squeezing her.

Her face turned even redder and the fear was clearly spread across her body. Goosebumps formed all along her arms and stomach. Her areolas were prickly and her nipples were pointed to the sky.

"Please…let me go." Her voice cracked a little and she started to whimper.

"I will Gracie." Harry said, "First tell me…what's my name?"

"Please…Harry…let me go…this isn't right."

"It's very simple honey…just tell me my name. What have I asked you to call me?"

Harry could feel her pulse through her chest. Her heart was racing.

"I can't…uhhh…" Harry raised his other hand up to her other breast and started squeezing both of them together. He pushed them together and started to roll them all around. 

Grace held the top of both her father's hands as he kneaded them roughly.

He could feel the tension in her hands. He watched her eyes open and close tightly and enjoyed the sensation of her hardened nipples in the crease of his palms.

"Harry…please…stop…this can't…I can't…" Grace whined.

AJ sat off to the side, he rocked back and forth nervously as he watched Harry Stamper practically molest his own daughter. Finally AJ spoke, "Harry! Listen. I'm gonna have to stop this."

Harry interrupted, "AJ…you should know as well as I do how nice this feels."

The boy sat there, his face filled with anxiety.

"Am I right AJ?"

"I'm at a loss for…" AJ started.

"AJ…I can't see under the blanket. Is my little girl wearing panties?"

Grace started to whine again.

AJ hesitated then said, "No sir."

"Of course not. I guess I walked in after a hot night. How many times you fuck my little girl AJ?" 

"Uummm…" AJ didn't finish as Grace jerked her head towards him.

"That's okay, AJ." Harry began, "You just sit tight. You had a turn."

Grace's breaths were so heavy that Harry could feel the air brush past his face with each caress of her tits.

"What's my name Grace?" Harry asked of his baby daughter. 

"Uhhh…Harry…I…Uuhhh…God…" Grace moaned as the surreal feelings overtook her. Her father had walked in on her in AJ's crow's nest and then started to play with her tits. She didn't know what was going on, but she didn't want to give in to him.

"No Grace. What's my name?"

Suddenly Harry released her tits. Grace opened her eyes wide and saw her father stand up before the bed. As quickly as she could she clasped her own palms over her tits to hide them from his view. She didn't know why she covered them. He already had his fingers all over them. It didn't really make a difference now, but she was still frightened.

Harry undid his belt and dropped his pants. He then removed his boxer shorts and revealed his stiff pole to his daughter's gaze. It stuck straight out towards the ceiling.

She gasped, "What are you doing?"

"SSsshhh…Gracie. Relax." As he said this, he climbed up on the mattress and straddled Grace's belly.

She started trembling and tears started to form up in the corners of her eyes. AJ sat there, mouth agape and watched the scene unfold in front of him.

Grace, "Please…don't…whatever you're thinking…I…"

Harry inched himself up along her smooth belly and up to her chest where her hands still covered her tiny tits. He stroked her long black hair and rubbed the side of her face gently.

"What's my name Grace? It's just a simple question. It requires a simple answer." Harry continued to caress her cheek. He softly rubbed the tears into her skin until they evaporated.

"Don't do this…please don't…Harry…"

"Awe. Wrong answer Grace." Harry pointed his hard cock down between his daughter's firm tit flesh.

Grace gasped as his foreskin touched the skin in the center of her chest.

Harry lifted his hand up to her mouth, "Grace, open your mouth and lick my hand. Lick it really good."

"What?" Grace didn't understand.

"DO IT!" He yelled at her.

Grace shook with fear as her father's words rattled her ears. Her mouth opened and she extended her tongue. She kept her eyes locked with her father's and proceeded to lick up and down his hand. His hand became visibly moist as he flipped it to the other side and let her lick up and down some more. Her tongue darted back into her mouth and came back out with refreshed moisture. Harry kept his hand by her mouth until her tongue made his hand nice and wet.

With his wet hand he lathered up his cock real good and placed it back between her pert breasts. He rubbed the sides of her tits with his wet hand making a slick surface.

"Grace, press your tits together." Harry commanded.

"I…can't…stop please…" She responded as her trembling hands continued to cover her nipples.

"Don't make me ask again Gracie." Harry instructed.

Defeated, Grace pressed her small tits together and wrapped her father's erect penis between them.

"Oh yes baby girl." Harry sighed and started to slide his cock back and forth enjoying the feel of her tit flesh.

"I…can't…believe…this…" Gracie whined as her father titty fucked her wildly. Her body jerked with every thrust of her father's shaft. The head of his penis kept bumping her chin. Her head twisted on her neck and looked from side to side trying her best not to make eye contact with her father.

AJ watched the event before him. He was completely stunned and had no idea what to do. There was no way he could possibly go up against Harry. Harry would waste him in a heart beat.

Harry was banging away between her tits like a madman. Her young flesh felt so tight wrapped around his member.

"What's my name Grace? Uhhh…What is it baby girl?" Harry moaned.

Grace lay on her back pressing her tits together around her father's hard cock and hoping that AJ will put a stop to this. But he just sat there gawking. She didn't understand why he would allow this to happen. Why didn't he stand up and defend her honor? 

"I said, what's my name Grace?" Harry persisted.

Tears rolled down her cheeks and she stared angrily at her father's face.

Grace, "What…do…you…want…me…to…say?"

A smirk appeared on the side of Harry's lips, "Oh I think you know."

His cock didn't slow in the least as it continued it's slippery attack on her flesh. As her eyes burned daggers into her father's, the head of his cock kept bashing into her chin causing her to shake. But her eyes never left his.

"Do I?" Grace asked.

"Oh yes."

"Is that so." She continued.

As his pounding proceeded, Grace dipped her head down slightly and opened her lips.

Harry's eyes opened widely. His thrusting slowed down as the head of his cock started to bump into her bottom lip.

"Harry." Grace chided.

Harry suddenly stopped as his cock rested there on that bottom lip. The anger was evident on his face. He handled his prick and started to dip it closer and closer to her face. He brought it up and touched it to her top lip.

"That's not my name Gracie." The stubborn father stated.

Her lips pursed and clasped around the head of his penis.

"Ohh God Grace." Harry said.

She flicked her tongue and licked his slit wildly. She started to suck on the head of his cock and slid her tongue all over his bulbous knob.

"That's it Grace. You know my name."

Grace blew so hard that his cock came out of her mouth. Almost like a spit.

"Fuck you Harry. You're not going to get to me." Grace said with determination and spite.

Harry's rage was setting off a fuse inside him, "Gracie," he stroked her hair, "I already have you."

She gasped as her father inched forward and shoved his cock into her mouth.

"Uugh!" Gracie tensed as the length of his penis slid down her lips and touched the back of her throat.

"Uhh-uhhgh-aahuhgh…" Gracie gagged and winced as her lips opened around the large piece trying to get air.

"This will teach you my name baby girl." He placed his hands on either side of her head and arched his hips above her head. In a blink of an eye he began to pound into her mouth. Back and forth, back and forth, her lips skimmed up and down his shaft as he guided it in inch by inch.

AJ finally stood up and over the bed. His arms down at his sides, he watched the father mouth fuck his daughter…in AJ's own bed.

"Harry! This is enough! I have to do something." AJ announced with fear in his voice.

Harry's head shifted over to AJ and stared at the boy. However his intense attack on Grace's mouth did not relent in the slightest.

"You going to do something AJ?" Harry asked the young fuck up.

"Yes." He stood there with mock conviction and watched as his love was disrespected in the worst way. He watched Grace's face contort and tremble as tears rolled down her face. She looked up as AJ watched. He could see the complete lack of hope in her eyes.

"Uuhh…Uuhh…Uuhh…" Grace grunted every time her father's cock touched her tonsils.

The feeling that her tongue was giving Harry was that of an incredibly wet, and warm vice. Her tongue unknowingly licked the underside of his cock with every penetration. It was heaven.

Harry got an idea, "AJ. If you want to help…take the blanket away. I wanna see what my little girl has down below."

Sweat started to pour down AJ's face. The hairs on the back of his head began to stand at attention.

"I don't think I can do that," AJ said softly and without conviction.

Harry simply replied, "Do it or your fired."

AJ's head dropped. Slowly he walked around to the end of his bed where Grace's feet were sticking out from under the blanket. He watched as her toes clenched every time her father intruded her mouth with his stiff pole.

"Sorry Grace." AJ said to his girlfriend defeated. He saw her crying face between his employer's legs. She watched him with as much disappointment in her face as his own. He grabbed the end of the blanket and pulled it off like a magician unveiling a vanishing mistress.

Harry immediately turned his head back and beheld his daughter's quivering legs. And between those sweaty extremities was her smoothly shaven pussy lips.

"You shave…oh shit Grace…so nice…" He stated in between thrusting. His hand in a flash jutted toward her small opening and inserted a finger.

"Ooohhh…" Grace moaned with some trouble with the long flesh rocket in her mouth.

Harry started to shove his finger in and out at the same pace that his cock entered her mouth. His fingering of her pussy caused Grace to groan sending vibrations all over his shaft.

Grace felt his finger slide in all the way up to the hilt. The sensation sent shivers through her body and she jerked her head to the side. Harry's cock came out and arched her head back into the pillow.

"NO!" Grace yelled.

AJ stood at the end of the bed helplessly and watched as his girlfriend protested. AJ felt ashamed that he too was becoming aroused by the taboo act in front of him. So far he did his best to hide his arousal. The last thing he wanted to do was show that he had any interest in what was happening. He also felt like chicken shit for not putting a stop to it.

"I'll stop," Harry began, "If you call me by the name I want you to."





Cutting Room Floor: Armageddon



"Never! Harry!" Grace began taunting, "Harry! Harry! Harry! Harry!"

"DAMN IT GRACE!" Harry shouted.

Harry pushed himself away from Grace's head. He slid down her body until he was down by her legs. He grabbed the young body by the ankles and lifted her feet high into the air. He pressed his body up against the back of her naked thighs. He stuck her calves up on either side of his head and squeezed them to his neck.

Grace cried some more and fisted the blankets at her sides. She looked down her naked body and saw his rigid erection inches above her shaven pussy.

"What…are you…::sniff::…doing…Harry?" Grace asked already knowing the answer.

Harry took a deep breath and rubbed his face on her calves enjoying the feel of her skin against his.

"I want one simple thing from you Grace." Harry started.

As the tears ran down the side of her head and onto the pillow she asked her father, "What?! I won't let you win! Mom would never have allowed this!"

"R-e-s-p-e-c-t, find out what it means to me." Harry smirked at his own joke, "I want respect Grace. I asked you to call me by my fatherly title, and you refused. That's disrespectful to me as a father, as your boss, and as a human being. So I'm teaching you a lesson. You're right, you're mother never would've allowed this. She didn't care about you Grace. She split and left us both, and yet you call her Mom."

Harry paused and looked at his nude beauty.

"And that's totally unacceptable."

Grace closed her eyes when she realized that this was actually going to happen. She couldn't get out of it and the realization was just starting to sink in.

Harry aimed his raging hard cock to her pussy lips and pressed.

"UUUUuuhhhh God!!!!" Grace moaned as his cock head entered her.

The feeling of her lips swallowing his prick was unbelievably tight.

"Aahhh shit Grace. You're sooo tight. I thought you've had sex before." The base of his cock sunk all the way in until their bodies were compressed together.

"Uhhh…ohhhh fuck…" Grace whined, "I…have…uhhhh shit…just with AJ…oooohhhh…"

"Why are…you…uuuhhh…so tight baby girl? Uuhhh…" He asked as her pussy muscles clenched on his hardness.

AJ blushed during this conversation. He was embarrassed by all this talk, because his cock was so small and barely made a difference in breaking Grace into the world of sex. He could tell Harry was much more endowed than he was.

Grace's eyes popped open and her fists pulled on the sheets tightly as her father's cock stretched her opening wider than ever before.

"Ooohhhh dammnnnn it! Harry! Oh shit!" 

The sound of his little vixen saying his name suddenly brought him out of the ecstasy he was in. He then remembered what this was all about.

"You do not call me Harry, Grace." He commanded, "You know what to call me!"

He slid his cock out and then thrust back inside her warm insides. He slid his hands down her smooth calves and clasped her firm thighs to his body as he started fucking her. He took great delight in shoving in then removing, shoving in, and then removing. Her body was so tense and warm and it made Harry all that more aroused in what he was doing.

"Ohhhh…ohhhh…ohhhh…" Grace moaned with each thrust of her father's cock.

"What's my name?" Harry didn't relent. He gripped her thighs and pounded into her for all he was worth. 

Grace clenched her teeth and arched her back up off the bed and held herself there on her elbows. Her jiggling tits jutted up towards the ceiling, her nipples hard like pencil erasers.

"I…Ohhhh…can't….Aaaahhh…"Grace couldn't form any rational sentences.

"What's my name?" Harry asked again as his pounding of his daughters wet pussy increased in temperament.

"No…ughhh…stop…please…Harry…ohhhh…" Grace pleaded in between bated breaths.

AJ started to fidget and hold his temples in his hands. The extremeness of the situation was making it difficult for his body to function. He didn't know how to react. The sight of his only love's naked legs being held in the air by her father, his hard on fucking her tight opening, and her cries for help, and yet…he just stands there watching like some sick voyeur.

Harry was getting agitated, "My name, Grace!"

"Oooohhh…no…Harry…please…" Grace grunted.

"My name!"

"No…ooohhhh god…aahhhaaahh…noooo…"

"My name!"

"It's…Harry…ughhhh…Harry…"

At this Harry shoved into her so hard that her legs were stretched up and over her head. This action caused her ass to arch upward giving easier access to her pussy. Harry leaned over top of her sweaty form and pressed down on her legs. This put his face in front of hers. He leaned in and they touched forehead to forehead.

Whispering, Harry asked, "My name Grace…now…"

The intense sensation as her father's cock penetrated her deeper than anything has ever gone before caused Grace to finally give in to her father.

"Oh God…Uuhhhh…Ooohhh…" Grace moaned and cried, then finally blurted out, "…daddy…"

Harry leaned in and placed his lips on Grace's, "That's what I want to her baby." 

Grace gave up and opened her mouth and shared her tongue with her Daddy. She slipped her own tongue into his mouth and he sucked on it gratefully. She hummed and cried at the same time.

"Hhhhmmm…Daddy…hhmmm…"

The sound of his young daughter calling him Daddy caused the reaction he'd been waiting for. He broke away from his girl's lips and looked at her saddened eyes.

"I'm coming in you Gracie."

Grace slowly shook her head and once again pleaded, "Nooo…please don't Daddy…ooohhh…don't…uhhhhh…please…"

But it was too late. Harry shot out his pressurized cum like a rocket, "I'm Cummmmmiiiiinnnnggg Grace…ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…"

She felt him filling her up and she closed her eyes in defeat. It was done. He had thoroughly fucked silly and she ended up with a pussy full of her Daddy's come. Only that wasn't the worst of it. She had given in. He had chided her into calling him by his title. She had called him Daddy. Her Daddy had fucked the fuck out of her.

As she was thinking this, Harry was already getting up off the bed. He reached for his pants and put them on.

Grace laid there, legs spread, and looked up at the gutless AJ. He was still standing there at the end of the bed gawking at the scene with his mouth agape. The look on his face was that of a retard with no concept of what breathing is. Her red and tear soaked face looked up at him.

"Coward."

AJ searched for the right words, "Grace…I couldn't…you know…I…"

AJ walked back over to the side of the bed by Grace's head.

By this time Harry was already dressed again and picked up his golf club. Once again he approached AJ and put the end of it at AJ's throat.

"As for you AJ," Harry stared at the boy, "You wait here…I'll be right back." With that he turned and walked out the door.

As soon as Harry exited the crow's nest, AJ retreated from the room and ran for his life in just his boxers and tee shirt.

A pursuit ensued in which Harry hunted AJ all around the oil rig with a shotgun.

(This scene was cut from the film due in fact that, it was not believable that Grace would want to continue a relationship with AJ after he did nothing to stop Harry's attack. It was also not believable that Grace would have anything to do with her father, Harry. So hence, this scene was deemed unnecessary and long.)

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