0 comments/ 21644 views/ 1 favorites She's Leaving By: Sweetiebaby "You would be nothing without me! NOTHING!" Kevin said screaming in Alexis' face. "I could make it very easily without you! I don't need you around controlling me! I'm leaving!" "You think that you are such hot shit, I'd like to see you walk out on me. You don't have the guts to!" "You don't think that I will! I'm not going to put up with this! We discussed this last week that I am still not ready to have sex!" Alexis turns and walks toward the door. Kevin grabbed her arm and spun her around. "Al, you are 20! TWENTY! And it's about damn time that I get to fuck you. After being with you for three years I think that it's about time that I get to do that. I am tired of having to use my hand." "Kevin, you know how I feel about this. It's not right. Please let go of my arm you are hurting me." "If you truly love me like you say you do then what is the matter? Do you really feel like you have to wait for marriage?" "Yes, I do. Kevin you are really hurting me. Please let go." "That is just to bad then because I am not waiting anymore." Kevin dragged Alexis into the bedroom they had shared for the past few months and threw her on the bed. He pulled all the shades and locked the door with a key that only he had. Alexis had crawled to the head of the bed and was watching him as he pulled two pairs of handcuffs and two ropes from a box in the closet. "What are those for Kevin?" "I'm not going to have you fighting me with this." "Please, Kevin, stop this. You are really scaring me." "That's just too bad. We can do this the easy way, or you can fight me. Which is it Al?" "I'm not going to have sex with you. I'm not ready." "Okay, you want to do this the hard way. That is fine with me." Kevin walked up to the head of the bed and grabbed Alexis by the arm, slapping the handcuffs on her wrist and then attaching it to the bed. "You see, Al, you aren't a match for me. I am going to have sex with you and I don't give a damn if you enjoy it or not. You see this? These are the keys. When I am satisfied, I will take you off. Until then, shut the fuck up." He threw the keys onto the dresser and grabbed Alexis' other arm and attached it to the bed as well. He reached down to tie up her leg and she kicked him in the crotch. When he recovered from the shock and pain, he smacked her hard across the face. "Never do that again." He reached for her leg and she pulled it away from him but stopped moving it when she saw him looking at her. He tied up both of her legs and went into the kitchen for a pair of scissors. Too afraid to speak, Alexis watched him as he cut a line down the middle of her favorite outfit. When he had all of her clothes cut off, he stood back and looked at his girlfriend that he had been masturbating to the thought of for the past three years. As he stood back and admired her, Kevin thought of all the things that one day he knew he was going to do to her, and how a couple of them he was going to do today. He took off his clothes and crawled on the bed between her legs, running his fingers over her smooth skin. "Please don't, Kevin. I'm not ready for this. One day we can have sex, I promise But that day is not today. I'm not ready," Alexis began to cry as Kevin bent down to suck her clit. "You have no choice. Your cherry will be mine tonight, Al. Maybe if you behave I will unlock you, but not now. I can't trust you. As for right now, I hope your pussy is ready for my big, thick cock." With that he shoved himself into her with one thrust and then started pumping as he heard her crying even harder. As he continued to ram her cunt, Alexis could feel herself slipping into another world. She imagined that she was out at the beach in her favorite two piece bathing suit getting the best tan she had ever gotten in her life. Kevin knew that she wasn't thinking about what was going on with her at that moment, so he pulled himself out to his head, and slammed her a few times to help her realize where she really was and what was really going on. When Kevin got closer to exploding, he pulled his dick out of her and slid up to straddle her stomach. He loved the fact that she was a medium sized woman with large breasts and had always dreamed of one day fucking her tits. He pulled her tits around his dick and feverishly started to fuck. "I am going to blow right on your beautiful face, and I hope you are ready for it. After a few more thrusts, Kevin finally came and was amazed to see the look of shock on Alexis' face even though he had warned her of what was about to happen. "I'm going to get a beer. I'll be right back," he turned and walked out of the room. "Wait, Kevin, please don't leave me like this! I promise that I will do anything that you want me to!" Kevin walked back into the room a few minutes later and was turned on by seeing Alexis still tied us with cum on her body. "Kevin, please..." "Shut up. I am not going to untie you yet. I'm not done with you the way I want you. I want you to suck my cock, and if you bite me or try to hurt me, I will hurt you even worse than I already have." He kneeled on the bed beside her head and stuck his cock in her face. "Suck it, Al." She reluctantly took him into her mouth and gave him the best blow job that she knew how since she had never given one before. When he finally came in her mouth he said, "I am going out. I'll be back later to untie you. If anyone comes to the door, I don't expect that you will yell for help will you?" "No, I won't." "Good. I'm going to take a shower and leave. When I come back be ready for more." And as Kevin said he was goins to do he took a shower and left. She's Leaving Ch. 01 I finished my beer, left the empty can on the counter and went to the bedroom. There she was sleeping peacefully, my wife of five years. She was lying in bed with her back toward me. I could barely make out her blond hair and gently curves. How many times had I seen her like this and smiled contently? Of course, that was before I found out she was planning on leaving me. "Bitch!" I snapped. For once she didn't wake up at the slightest noise. In fact, she didn't budge. It seemed so surreal. I wouldn't have believed it, but my best friend Harry told me and he wasn't the type to get something like this wrong. His wife Tara was a well-known divorce lawyer and worked out of their house. Harry was off from work to play golf recently and got home just in time to sign for a package. He needed a pen and found one in his wife's desk, along with the divorce papers. I wondered when Sue planned on doing it? It didn't matter in the end. I'd decided on a preemptive strike. I was done bending over backwards and taking the shit life gave me. I was going to tell her what I knew and see where it went from there. I reached over and shook Sue awake. "What?" she gasped. "What's wrong?" "We need to talk," I said. "Can't it wait until morning?" she frowned. "Nope," I answered succinctly, causing her to sit up. I was generally very agreeable and didn't like to make waves. Sue wasn't used to hearing me speak in the tone I was using. "What's bothering you?" she asked, propping herself up on her pillow. When you're about to lose someone you love, it hurts. It doesn't matter how angry you feel. It just does. I loved Sue and probably always would. The concern in her voice sounded so real that it only made it worse. I couldn't look into her eyes anymore. "I hope you didn't wake me up for sex!" she said in annoyance. It took me a moment to realize that she thought I was looking at her breasts when I was simply unable to look into her eyes. Of course, her mentioning sex made me think about it despite everything. 'Damn!' I thought, my eyes now taking in her soft curves. The sight of Sue's body always excited me. Her breasts were peaking through her cotton nightgown. "You did, didn't you?" Sue asked, sounding even more annoyed. She covered her breasts with her hands. I grit my teeth. I hated it when she sounded like that! "And would that be such a bad thing?" I asked angrily. "It's four in the morning!" she snapped. "So?" I shrugged. "I work the late shift. It's when I get home. Besides, its not like we do it at other times." I shook my head. I couldn't believe I was rehashing this again! I thought I'd gotten over it years ago. I guess not. I loved my wife, but her ideas on sex were ridiculous. It bothered me a lot in the beginning, but later I decided to give it time. I thought maybe she'd relax with me one day. Well, time had passed and one day was never going to happen. "We made love just last week," she said defensively. "Two weeks ago," I corrected. "Ten days," she insisted. "Too long," I snapped, reaching for her. "No!" she cried. "I'm tired!" I looked at Sue. Her expression and tone were the same that made me back off on many occasions, only this time instead of giving in, something happened. I'm not really sure what. I loved and hated her so much at that moment! She was my wife. The woman I chose to spend the rest of my life with, and she was going to leave me. The two extreme emotions combined with the alcohol in my system and the knowledge that I was never going to have the love life I dreamed about with her. The end result was a desire for her that simply overwhelmed me. I reached over and pulled her breasts free of her nightgown. "Stop!" she cried, looking into my eyes. Something there clearly frightened her. I barely noticed as she tried to pull away. "I don't think so!" I half growled as I leaned forward and kissed one of her nipples. She tried to pull away again and I bit down on it. "Ouch!" she cried, pushing me away with her hands. "Stop!" I grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head. I held them with one of my own hands and reached down with the other. I pressed the fingers of that hand between her thighs. Sue's underwear was in the way, but that didn't stop me from rubbing her through them. "What are you doing?" she cried. I looked into her eyes, letting her see my desire and my rage for a moment before kissing her. It wasn't a loving kiss. It was angry and passionate. I raped her lips with mine. "Please don't!" she gasped when she felt my fingers push aside her panties. "Why not?" I growled. "I don't want to!" she snapped. "Bullshit!" I snapped. "Your panties are soaked and you're breathing heavier than I am." "I'm breathing heavy because I'm scared!" she cried. Something in her tone got through to me. I let her go, but neither my anger nor desire dissipated. "Then get out!" I snapped. "What?" she asked in confusing. "I said, get out," I added, my voice more controlled. "No!" she said angrily. "I can make you," I said, giving her a look that let her know I wasn't joking. "What's wrong with you?" she cried nervously. I nearly blurted out that I knew about the divorce papers. I was going to. In that moment I decided to do it, only something else came out of my mouth instead. "I want you!" I snapped. It was true, but even I was surprised by my tone. "You've never been like this before," she said. "People change," I said meaningfully. Of course, it passed entirely over her head. "Let me fix my clothes and we'll talk, like you wanted," she said, trying to force calmness into her voice. I shook my head. Talk! That's all Sue ever wanted to do! She was one of those thinkers. Nothing was ever done spur of the moment. It was all planned and orchestrated. Every decision discussed until a 'fair' compromise could be found. The only problem was that her definition of fair and mine differed. I was so sick of it! "I don't want to talk anymore," I said as I looked at her body again. Her breasts were heaving and I felt my desire peak again. Sue saw where I was looking and tried to fix her top. I slapped her hands away. "And I don't want you to fix your clothes." "I'm not going to make love to you!" she snapped angrily. "Fine," I replied, reaching in my pants and pulling out my cock. "Then how about just taking care of this? It's your fault it's like this!" "That's so crude!" she cried. I was a little surprised. This wasn't like me at all. "Why?" I argued. "I'm your husband and taking care of a husband's needs is what a wife is supposed to do!" "I take care of your need!" "Not this one," I said, beginning to stroke my cock. "What are you doing?" she asked. "If you won't take care of me," I growled. "I'll have to take care of myself!" "You wouldn't!" she cried. I laughed harshly. "What? You think married to you, I haven't had to do this before?" I replied, looking over her body again. "Only this time, I think I'm going to do something a little different." "What?" she asked, watching me stroke myself. I noticed that despite her words, she was breathing heavy and her nipples were becoming hard as she watched. "I'm going to cum on your face or tits," I said crudely. It was so out of character that poor Sue was actually speechless for a moment. "I don't know which yet. It's such a hard decision. Both look so inviting!" "Ew!" she finally got out. "You're not doing either!" "I am if you're still in the bed when I'm ready." Sue was clearly at a loss as to what to do or say. Yet, I noticed that her eyes were locked on my cock as I stroked it and she was panting slightly. Watching her watch me brought my orgasm near fast. "Have you been drinking?" she asked a few moments later. "Definitely," I grunted, very close now. "You're drunk!" she accused. "Probably," I snapped. "Now shut up and show me your tits! I'm getting close." "No!" she cried, covering them up. "Have it your way!" I gasped and shifted on the bed until I was stroking my cock at her face. "You wouldn't dare!" she cried, but I noticed she didn't move away. Her lips were moist and she was biting the lower one. "Sure I would!" I grunted and let lose the first jet of cum. It covered from one cheek to the edge of her mouth. "Oh my God!" she cried, her mouth falling open in shock. Sue always refused to taste my cum. She would upon a rare occasionally satisfy me with her mouth, but even then she refused to look at me when she did it and always pulled away before I was done. I decided it was time to rectify that. I shoved my cock into her mouth and grabbed her by the back of the head. She fought me at first, but then started sucking and swallowing as I unloaded into her mouth. It was either that or choke. I watched her face as she did it. Sue's eyes met mine and she actually groaned around my cock, sending me into another spasm. "You bastard!" she gasped out when she was finally able to pull back. "No doubt," I nodded in agreement. "But you could have left. I gave you the chance." "I didn't know you were going to do that!" she cried. Instead of arguing, I smiled again. Poor Sue saw and her eyes grew big. "If you thought that was bad, wait until you see what I do next," I growled pulling her under me. "No! Let me go!" she snapped. "Fine," I said coldly, letting her go. "Then get out of my bed." "It's my bed too!" she argued. "Sue, get out or else," I warned. "Or else what?" she asked. I looked into her eyes and saw the desire there. It surprised me a little. Sue was always so conservative. I was happy when I could get her to make love with the light on. Any position besides missionary was out of the question! "This!" I growled and started literally ripping her nightgown off of her. She fought me, but never tried to leave the bed. She was looking up at me with fear and desire when I was done. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked. "Everything I can think of," I replied, standing and removing my clothes. "Please don't," she whispered as she watched me. "Last chance," I said once I was naked. "Leave now or be ready for anything." "Anything?" she whispered nervously. "And everything," I replied, getting back into bed. I think Sue was surprised when I fell on her pussy. I drove my tongue deep and she gasped out and came quickly. She must have been close before in order to let loose so quickly. I drank down her cum and continued eating her. It took a while for her second orgasm to hit. She grabbed my head and pulled my face hard against her as it did. Sue surprised me by crying out loudly, not something she normally did. I didn't stop licking her until her third orgasm was close. At that point I shifted on the bed until my cock was lined up with her pussy. I rubbed the head up and down her lips and tried to kiss her. "No!" she cried, twisting her lips away. "Wipe you face first! You have my... juices all over it." "Exactly!" I said, grabbing her chin and holding it steady as I thrust my tongue into her mouth. I also pushed my cock deep into her pussy. She cried out in my mouth, but I refused to stop. A few moments later I felt her pussy tighten in orgasm around my cock and her tongue danced in my mouth, tasting herself and clearly liking it despite her words. "You bastard!" she gasped when she was done. "I believe I've already agreed to that," I smiled. "But that doesn't mean you didn't enjoy it." She started to disagree, but I as already rolling her onto her stomach and lifting her hips. "No!" she cried instead. "Not like the animals do it!" "Why not?" I asked. "You're certainly acting like a bitch in heat!" "No!" she gasped, but I was already thrusting my cock into her pussy from behind. She was soaked and I pushed all the way in with one thrust. I grabbed her hips and started slamming in and out of her as hard as I could. Sue had her face buried in her pillow and she cried out with almost every thrust. I was surprised with how fast she came again after so recently letting loose. That didn't stop me from enjoying the feeling of her pussy squeezing my cock. I didn't pull out, although I did slow the pace down a bit. I let go of her hips and leaned forward. Sue lay panting on her pillow. I grabbed her hair and twisted her head just far enough for me to kiss her. Again it was a rough kiss, but this time she surrendered her lips to me. In fact, it wasn't long before she was retuning my kisses with the same passion I was feeling. "You like this," I said, pulling back just far enough to see her expression. "No," she denied, but neither one of us believed her. "Sure you do," I smiled, pushing my cock deep once more. She moaned. "But..." she began. I cut her off. "That's your problem," I interjected. "You think too much." "I do n..." she began, but I cut her off again and pushed two fingers into her mouth. "Sure you do," I insisted. "Now suck my fingers like they're a cock. The harder you suck the harder I'll fuck." She looked at me with big eyes and hesitated. I pushed my cock in deep again and she closed her eyes, moaned and started sucking my fingers. "That's it baby!" I groaned. "Use all that brain power of yours to imagine my fingers are a big juicy cock while I fuck you to another orgasm." I was surprised by my own words, much less poor Sue. Yet, there could be no doubt that we both liked their affect on us. She sucked and I rode her from behind until I couldn't stand it anymore. I pulled my fingers from her mouth and grabbed her hips once more. I lifting her off the bed and slammed as deep and hard as I could. "Yes!" Sue cried as I let loose with a load of cum that filled her pussy. She thrashed below me in an earth shattering orgasm of her own. I rolled off of her and fought for my breath. My wife rolled over as well until her head was resting on my shoulder. It felt so wonderful that I momentarily forgot her plans to leave me, but only momentarily. "Suck me until I'm hard again," I demanded. Sue raised her head from my shoulder and looked at me. "You can't possibly be able to do that again tonight," she said. "You let me worry about what I can and can't do," I replied. "You just do as I say." I saw her hackles rise at my commanding tone. Instead of waiting for an outburst that was bound to come, I pushed her down until my cock was in her face. "But..." she tried to get out. I pushed my cock in as soon as her mouth was open. Sue gave me a nasty look, but I ignored it and gave her ass a squeeze. She must have liked it because she closed her eyes once again and started sucking my cock. I messaged her ass until my cock was hard once more. "It's your turn to do the work," I said, pulling her around and clearly letting her know what I wanted. Instead of fighting me, Sue surprised me by smiling excitedly and mounting my cock. She watched my expression as she straddled my hips and engulfed my cock with her pussy. "Play with your tits," I demanded. Sue hesitated. "I said play with your tits." "I can't. I feel to funny," she said softly. "Get over it!" I snapped. "You've got a great body and it's time we both learned to enjoy it." Poor Sue looked both annoyed at my tone and happy with what I was saying. "I can't," she insisted. "Fine," I said, reaching behind her and squeezing her ass. Sue looked relieved until my fingers forced themselves between her cheeks. "That's disgusting!" she snapped, trying to push my hands away. "Play with your tits," I demanded. Sue hesitated again and I pushed the tip of one finger deeper between her ass cheeks. Sue didn't give in until I pushed it into her ass. It only went in the barest amount before she reacted. "Okay! Okay!" Sue cried, pulling my hand away. I let her and waited. Sue looked nervous, but she slowly took her tits in her hands. "Relax and squeeze them," I ordered. "Don't forget to focus on your nipples." My wife had nice full tits with thick nipples that she seldom let me touch. The sight of her squeezing and pinching them excited me to no end. "You just jumped inside of me!" she whispered, clearly liking the feeling. "What did you expect?" I asked, still resting my hands on her ass. "A beautiful woman is sitting on my cock and playing with her tits. I'd have to be dead not to react to that!" Sue smiled despite herself. I watched her as she bounced up and down on my cock. This time we went slowly. Sue clearly enjoyed how it felt. She also must have enjoyed my watching because she surprised me by leaning forward enough to lick one of her own nipples without my prompting. I groaned and pushed up into her. "You like that?" she asked, her tone relaxed for once. Maybe relaxed wasn't the right word. Sexual or sensual would be better. "Absolutely!" I groaned. "Lick you tits! Show me how slutty you can be!" "You want me to be a slut?" she asked, surprised. "I want you to be my slut," I answered honestly, even though I knew it was too late for that. She was going to leave me, but God how good this felt! "Isn't it obvious?" "I guess so," she said slowly, the truth finally dawning on her. She looked at me carefully and added, "If that's what you want." "I want!" I said squeezing her ass again. Sue moaned and leaned forward. We shared one of her nipples briefly before she pulled her mouth back and left her tits hanging in my face. I buried my face between them, kissing and licking like a mad man. "It feels so good!" Sue moaned a few minutes later. My wife had a thick, well-muscled ass. She kept flexing it as she slowly rode my cock and I kept squeezing. "God!" I groaned. "I love your ass!" "It's yours!" Sue panted, her orgasm clearly growing near. "All yours!" I'm not sure she knew how I'd take it, but at that point I didn't care. My fingers pushed between her ass cheeks and caressed her tiny opening. I expected her to tense and try to stop me. The first part happened, but not the second. "But it's so nasty!" she gasped out. "I know!" I cried as she tried to suffocate me with her large breasts. "But I can't help it! I want your ass! I always have!" "I don't know..." she began, but by then it was too late. I'd already pushed a finger in. A second soon followed. My two middle fingers from one hand were deep in my wife's virgin ass and she cried out as I pulled her as close as humanly possible. "Oh fuck!" I cried. "If we keep this up, I'm going to cum again!" "Me first!" Sue gasped out. She shifted her breasts away from my face. I started to demand she return them, but by then my wife had buried her tongue in my mouth. Sue tensed up in orgasm and rode my cock hard. If I hadn't cum already there was no way I would have been able to hold off, but I had and I did. My wife shivered and shook in what was clearly the best orgasm of her life. I looked at her when she was done and she glowed in contentment. "I love you," she whispered with a warm smile before giving me a gentle kiss and rolling off me. I basked in the glow for a moment before once again remembering what she was planning. "We're not done yet," I said, rolling her onto her stomach and getting behind her again. "But I'm sore!" she complained, yet I saw the hunger rekindle in her eyes as well. "Not everywhere," I grunted and started kissing her ass. "You wouldn't!" my wife cried, but this time there was only excitement in her voice. "If you liked the feel of my fingers inside of you," I said. "Get on all fours and you'll love what comes next." Sue looked at me and smiled nervously. "Okay," she said. "Just go slow." "I'm going to take your ass," I said. "It's mine." She nodded in agreement or surrender. I wasn't sure which. She's Leaving Ch. 01 "Yes, it is," she said submissively. It wasn't like Sue, but nothing tonight was like either one of us. "And because of that," I added. "I'm going to do my best not to hurt you." "Thank you," she said softly. "Unless of course you want me to," I added. "I don't..." she began, but I cut her off. "Don't bother," I interjected. "I think it's pretty obvious that what you say and what you want aren't always the same thing. I'm going to make that judgment when the time comes." She looked at me carefully before smiling and nodding. "I trust you," she said, getting on her hands and knees. 'And I used to trust you,' I thought, but didn't say anything. What would be the point? "Reach behind yourself and spread you ass cheeks," I demanded. "Be my slut and show me!" Sue had to rest on her shoulders in order to do it. This time she didn't hesitate despite her fears. I think she thought I was going to fuck her ass right off, but that would have hurt her too much. I wanted this to be as pleasurable as possible for any number of reasons. So instead of pushing my cock in, I leaned forward and kissed her opening. She gasped and I let my tongue brush against it. "Nasty!" she moaned. "So nasty!" "So is this!" I growled, letting my desire for her ass overwhelm me. My tongue pushed passed the entrance and Sue jumped, but didn't pull away. "You're licking my ass!" she moaned. At first I was happy that it didn't taste bad. It wasn't something I'd ever done before. Yet, a few moments later I realized that not only didn't I mind the taste of her ass, I liked it! In fact, I loved it! I don't know why, but I just did. I worked my tongue in and out of it so long that finally Sue couldn't take anymore. "Do it!" she cried. "Please! I'm going to cum soon and I was to feel you fill my ass at the same time!" I shifted up on the bed and lined my cock up with her ass. Sue reached between her legs and directed the head to her opening. I pushed in slowly. Sue's ass was extremely tight, but slowly and surely she took my cock deep. "I can't believe you got it all in!" she moaned. "What?" I prompted. "Tell me. Talk like a slut and tell me!" Sue looked over her shoulder and stared at me for a moment. "I can't believe that you got your big fat cock in my ass," she said softly. It was the first time I ever heard my wife say cock and it got to me. "And what an ass!" I grunted, pulling out slowly and pushing back in. Sue gasped. "Do you want me to slow down?" I asked, a little bit of my concern peaking out. "No!" she cried, clearly enjoying what we were doing. "It feels so good!" "Good," I said, picking up the pace slightly. "Now tell me what I'm doing. Be my slut and tell me!" "Fucking my ass!" Sue moaned, using another word I'd never heard her say before. "Say it again!" I demanded. "You're fucking my ass!" Sue cried, slamming back to meet my thrusts. "Oh yes! Fuck my ass harder!" I picked up the pace again and grabbed hold of her hips. I pulled Sue back with every thrust and my balls started slapping against her pussy. "Play with your self!" I snapped. My wife's hand slipped between her legs without argument. "Oh my God!" she cried. "I'm going to cum!" "Do it!" I demanded. "Cum for me!" "Oh fuck!" Sue cried and locked up in orgasm. I knew her fingers were driving deep into her pussy from sound they made as they pushed pasted her soaked lips. It took her a long time to finish her orgasm. "I wanted you to cum in my ass," she said between gasps as she recovered. "And I will," I promised, pulling out and rolling her onto her back. I lifted Sue's legs onto my shoulders and lined my cock up with her ass again. Our eyes met and she actually smiled despite her obvious exhaustion. My overly conservative wife of five years did even more than that. She saw me looking at her body and smiled. She also used one hand to pinch her nipples as the other fell between her legs. "Do it," she said sexily. "I still want to feel you're cum in my ass!" I looked at her and almost didn't recognize Sue. She was relaxed and content as she played with herself and watched me. I pushed my cock slowing into her ass once more. She gasped and her eyes flashed in pain and pleasure. "Let me taste you!" I demanded. Sue pulled her fingers free of her pussy and stuck them in my mouth. I licked them clean as I started fucking her ass. "Again!" My wife played with her pussy again for a few moments and returned her fingers to my mouth. I licked them clean once more. She did the same again without my prompting. "Are you my slut?" I asked between tastes. "Yes!" she moaned, driving her fingers even deeper into her pussy. "Then taste yourself!" I demanded. Sue pulled her sticky fingers free from her pussy and looked at them for a moment. A slow smile came across her face and she met my gaze. "You want me to suck them like they're a cock?" she asked. In answer I thrust hard into her ass. "I guess that's a yes!" Sue never stopped looking into my eyes as she started working her fingers in and out of her mouth. Every once in a while she would slip her fingers back into her pussy to gather more of her juices. She'd start talking when she did. "You cock fills my ass so completely!" she moaned once, to which I grunted and pushed even deeper. "Suck that cock!" I growled as my orgasm grew closer. I was holding her legs on my shoulders as I pumped in and out of her thick ass. "Like this?" she asked and worked her fingers hard. I watched her moist lips as they engulfed her fingers. "Yes!" I cried and pushed forward. Poor Sue was bent like a pretzel, but she didn't seem to mind. I pulled her fingers out of he mouth and raped her lips once again. She returned the favor. Our tongues danced in each other's mouth. "Gonna cum!" I grunted as I pulled away briefly. "Do it!" she cried, her fingers once again busy at her pussy. Our lips latched onto each other and I thrust so hard and deep that my balls actually stung slightly when they hit her ass. It was either that or the fact that I erupted deep in her at the same moment. My balls jumped hard, forcing as much cum as possible into her ass. Sue came a moment later. Her fingers forced their way between our kiss and we both tasted her juices. I not sure how we ended up the way we did, but when we were both done and panting, I was once more lying on my back. Sue was a comforting weight on my chest. "I don't know what came over you," she said, clearly half asleep. "But whatever it was, I've never felt this way before." "Me neither," I said, refusing to think about the cause. I was going to enjoy this moment and deal with the rest tomorrow. A part of me was amazed I could, but I felt that good at the moment. I couldn't explain it and I didn't want to try. "I love you," she said. I felt a twinge, but it didn't stop me from replying. "I love you too," I said. After all, it was the truth. Maybe Sue and I would split tomorrow, but that didn't change what we felt for each other right now. Maybe it was endorphins, but so be it. I fell asleep with Sue lying on top of me. I could hear her gently snoring as I did. Despite everything, I smiled, content for the moment. She's Leaving Home It was Sunday afternoon and I was doing yard work while I waited for my wife, Margie, to return from her work seminar in Denver. She had ridden to the airport with a coworker and was due back any time. Margie was a chemist. She worked for a large pharmaceutical company. She very seldom traveled for her work, but this was one trip she couldn't avoid. The company has been working on a weight loss pill for years and Margie was deeply involved in the project. The company was flying everyone even remotely connected with the project into Denver to brainstorm for a few days. It seemed a competitor was rumored to be already testing a similar project. Competition is intense in the drug industry. One patent can be worth billions, so the powers that be were cracking the whip. I saw the car pull into the drive and watched Margie get out and head for the house. I pulled the lawn mower into the garage and parked it. I had missed Margie and was eager to see her, and maybe even a little more than just see her. I went into the kitchen. "Hey, traveling girl! How about a hug?" I asked as I walked toward Margie with my arms spread. "I missed that hot body of yours!" "Sit down, Jim. We have to talk," Margie stated calmly. "There are a few things we need to discuss." This wasn't what I had expected. Margie was usually all hugs and kisses after we'd been apart for a few days. She was a scientist, but once her motor got running, she was a dynamo. She now acted more like she was transferring data or something. "What's up, Darling?" I asked nervously. "Did I leave the kitchen a mess? I was going to take the garbage out, really. I just forgot it, but I'll take care of it right now." "Jim, this has nothing to do with the house or anything you did," responded Margie. "There's no easy way to tell you this, so I'm just going to give it to you straight. We need to get a divorce." My mouth went dry and my heart started beating like crazy. I looked at Margie to see if it was a joke, but she never joked about anything like that. She was deadly serious. Still, I had to hope. "You're kidding me, right? I'm not sure what you're angry about, but I can fix it if you tell me what I did, Margie. I sure don't want a divorce. I'm stunned that you would suggest it. What's wrong?" I demanded. "You are a strong, proud man, Jim. You deserve to be with someone that is devoted and loyal to you. Anything less would be unfair to you and would never work. You'll be better off without me. It's because I love you so much that we must divorce," she concluded. "Do you realize that you are making no sense, Margie? For a scientist, your logic is pretty weird. If you love me so much, why don't we stay married for another 30 years, or at least until I kick the bucket," I reasoned. "It's a good thing when a wife loves her husband, Darling!" "It is if she remembers how much she loves him and remains faithful to him," agreed Margie as I suddenly felt my stomach turn. "Jim, I slept with Boyd Wilkins last night." Now I really felt ill. I knew Boyd. He worked with Margie and always seemed like a nice guy. At least before he tapped my wife! I was pretty sure he was married and had some children, and they were younger than our two kids in college. Were they both going to get divorced so they could be together? How come I never saw it coming? Had I buried my head in the sand? Was I the king of denial? "Do you love him, Margie? Is that what this is all about? You and Boyd? You're tossing me to curb because of him? Was the sex that incredible?" I demanded as I conjured visions of the balding, and somewhat pudgy, Boyd Wilkins possessing some kind of super stud abilities. "I really don't even remember it, Jim. I certainly don't love Boyd. Right now just the thought of him makes me physically ill," Margie admitted. "It's done, however, and it can't be undone. I woke up this morning naked with Boyd sleeping next to me and I could tell that I had sex at some point. I wouldn't accept that behavior from you and I sure as hell won't accept it from myself. You deserve better, much better!" "I'm having just a little trouble following you, Margie. If you don't love the guy, if he doesn't even turn you on, why did you sleep with him? Why do you want to leave me?" I asked in an effort to clear my confusion. "I don't exactly want to leave you, Jim. I want you to have the best possible chance at happiness and that dictates that we separate. You've heard that old saw, once a cheater, always a cheater. You can't trust me. I can't even trust me, so we need to divorce," stated Margie. "Isn't this a bit drastic, at least spur of the moment?" I suggested. "Could you explain every thing to me so I can understand your decision, at least?" "A whole bunch of us got together yesterday afternoon for a little relaxation. It was like a party to celebrate the end of three pretty grueling days of brainstorming. It should be called blame storming! We made very little progress, except we agreed everything was someone else's fault. You know that I never drink unless you're with me, Jim. I'm just not capable of intelligent, rational thought after several drinks. I proved that again, yesterday," Margie sobbed as she finally began to lose her scientific demeanor and allow her emotions to surface. "We carried on for several hours. I really don't remember when it was over, or how I got to my room. When I woke up this morning, my pussy had been used and Boyd was snoring next to me. I screamed and he woke up," continued Margie. "He was even more horrified than I was. He has three children in high school and a wife he adores." I listened, but I had to wonder about Boyd. How bad does a guy feel when he wakes up next to an attractive woman? Most guys are able to deal with that difficult situation. "He looked at me, and then at his own nakedness. Then he ran into the bathroom and vomited. It wasn't very flattering. I have to admit that. I heard him crying and calling his wife's name over and over. He's an emotional wreck today." Maybe these real smart types are different. Seeing Margie nude sure isn't something to make a man pray to the porcelain gods! What a hell of a mess she had gotten us into. I began to transfer my fear of losing Margie into anger at her betrayal. "Well, that's just great, Margie. You go away without me for the first time in two years and you get your brains fucked out by some super nerd. You tell me you don't remember it at all, and the next morning the very thought of slipping you the salami made him physically ill. Is that about it?" I asked viciously. "You've pretty well summed up the fucked-up mess I made out of our marriage, Jim. I take full responsibility for it. I'll stay with my sister until I can find a place of my own. If you want to smack me around before I leave, I'm quite willing to go along with it," cried Margie. "I'll pack a few things and leave right away." Goddamn! What does a guy do when his wife admits cheating and wants to punish herself, as much or more, than the husband wants to punish her? It was like the dentist in "The Little Shop of Horrors". How much pleasure can a sadist get hurting a masochist? I wanted to be the one deciding she had to leave. I wanted to be the indignant spouse, throwing insults and curses at her for cheating. She denied me that therapy by being so brutally honest about her stupidity. I just sat at the table trying to make sense of everything. It was less than ten minutes later when Margie returned with two suitcases. I could tell she had been crying, but she still wasn't going to cut herself any slack. "Since I'm the one that ruined the marriage, I'll move out, Jim. I won't ask for much in the divorce. I'd like to have half the savings and whatever keepsakes my family has given us over the years. You can accuse me of infidelity and I won't fight it. I would ask that you think about it first because you'll destroy Boyd's life if you do. He probably deserves it as much as I do, but his wife and kids don't," reasoned Margie. "He said he was going to try to keep it from his wife and hope she never finds out. That's a brilliant scientific mind at work." I stood up and looked into Margie's eyes. She had been crying and she looked terrible. This was taking its toll on her as well. Why did she have to do it? "This is your last chance to kick the crap out of me, Jim. I have it coming, but I won't allow it after today. I have to start my new life tomorrow. You'll feel better if you give me a black eye or something. I think I'd feel better, too. No woman should ever do such a horrible thing to a loyal, loving husband, as I did to you." "Goddamn it, Margie," I growled. "I'm mad as hell, so you'd better not even suggest it. I feel like beating the shit out of you right now!" "See, Jim. You prove my point. You're a man, not some spineless pussy that hits women, regardless of the provocation. You're able to do the right thing, even under a great deal of stress. I fucked up the first chance I got. You deserve better, Jim. You deserve a lot better," concluded Margie. I took the heavier bag from her hand and carried it out to her car and placed it in the trunk. She put her second bag in and I slammed the lid down. Margie touched my face with her fingertips for a second. Then she got into the car and drove away, leaving me standing in the garage, blubbering like a baby. I couldn't sleep more than a few minutes at a time. I was up before the sun and was at work nearly an hour early. I went to work because I had to do something. The problem was, I couldn't concentrate and hardly accomplished anything. I went home to an empty house and my heart ached. I had been alone while Margie was in Denver, but it was different. I knew she was coming back so I was relaxed and content. Now that I knew Margie wasn't coming home, I was depressed and pensive. What had happened to my life? What the hell could I do to get it back on track? I chewed on these questions but couldn't begin to answer them. Around seven, the doorbell rang. I didn't want company and I considered staying in the kitchen until whoever it was gave up and left. Then I realized how pathetic I was acting, so I opened the door. Standing on the stoop was Margie's sister, Judy. "Could I come in and get some of Margie's things?" she asked softly. "Margie didn't plan very well and forgot some clothes and toiletries that she needs. Are you okay, Jim?" Judy was Margie's younger sister and I had always liked her. We had an easy friendship. I had always teased Margie that if anything ever happened to her, I'd be all over Judy in a New York minute. She had never been married although she had several long-term relationships over the past twenty years. She must have seen that I was coming unraveled. "No, Judy, I'm not okay," I answered. "My wife of 24 years goes away for three days and winds up in bed with some goddamn home-wrecking pinhead. Then she comes home and tells me she's divorcing me because it's the best thing for me. How the hell can I be okay?" By the time I finished my rant, I had tears trickling down my cheeks. I felt really embarrassed and turned and walked back into the kitchen and sat down with my head in my hands, trying to regain my composure. Judy came up behind me and gently rubbed my shoulders. Neither of us spoke for a few minutes. The clock sounded really loud as the silence dragged on. Finally, Judy moved around the table and sat across from me. "Jim, I don't know what to say to you," she began. "Margie showed up yesterday in tears and told me she had been unfaithful to you. I thought you had thrown her out. Then, after what seemed to take forever, I got the story from her. If I didn't know my sister, I wouldn't believe anyone could do what she did." "Yeah, she's a pip, alright," I managed. "Is she going to be with that Boyd now? Is that what this is all about? Are they going to move in together?" "Good God, no!" exclaimed Judy. "She went and quit her job today, Jim. She didn't want to ever have another thing to do with that geek. She doesn't have a lover, or even a close male friend, except for you. She just feels that what she has done is so horrible, so unforgivable; that she cannot stay married to you. It's hard to believe, but it seems to be true." "That damn Boyd is still married! He didn't confess to his wife. She's happier than a pig in shit right now. They probably had "welcome home sex" like I was hoping for," I whined. "Why did she have to rub my nose in her fucking affair? Why didn't she try to cover it up out of consideration for me?" "This is becoming surreal, Jim," observed Judy. "My sister cheats on you, just one time, because she had way too much to drink. You had no way of knowing it, but her sense of outrage at her own actions were so great that she tells you about it immediately. Now you bitch that she didn't keep it a secret and let you go on thinking she was a faithful wife. Do you see how weird this all is?" "What's weird about me not wanting my nose rubbed in my wife's affairs?" I demanded. "Your goddamn sister is weird, not me!" "Well, from where I'm sitting, you both seem pretty damn weird to me. She should have never told you about it. I told her that. She should have come home and been the best wife you could imagine, and hoped you'd never find out," Judy replied. "On the other hand, you should have been glad learn she's a cheating bitch. If you had found out six months down the road, you would've tossed her ass out so fast her head would spin. She saved you the pain and embarrassment of going through that scene." "Sure, she was thinking of me. That's why she fucked that egghead, wasn't it?" I shot back. "No, Jim, she wasn't thinking at all when she did that terrible thing. Once she was able to think, she thought about you and what she should do for you. She's convinced that the best thing is to remove her self from your life," stated Judy. "She had too much respect for you to make you an unknowing cuckold, a man whose wife sleeps with other men and has no respect for her husband. It's like she wants you to have the best of everything and she doesn't feel that she qualifies." "Well, she seems to be right about that," I agreed. "I don't deserve a cheating slut wife. I've always been faithful to her, even when I had to travel alone. I should have a wife that practically worships me. I work hard and stay sober. I worked my ass off to make this house what she wanted, and to make her and the kids comfortable! How does she repay me for all my sweat and toil?" "Jim, that's almost exactly what she told me! There is no argument here. You both agree that she shouldn't have done what she did and that you deserve better. That's why she feels she has to divorce you. Margie thinks she ruined your life and caused you to waste too many years already on her cheating ass." "Goddamn it, Judy!" I flared. "She's your sister. Why don't you try referring to her a bit more kindly? You're making her out to be a whore or something. We both know that isn't true." "You two are the strangest pair of divorcing spouses I've ever seen, you know that!" Judy threw back at me. "She won't let me speak poorly of you and now you're sticking up for her. What the hell is wrong with you both?" "Just because we're civilized doesn't make us an oddity," I pointed out. "There's no reason to call the mother of my kids nasty names. I don't like it, okay? What did you say about me that annoyed her, anyway?" "Oh, the usual consolation stuff. I told her she'd probably find a man that understood her one mistake and could get past it. I told her she could find a man that would treat her better, have a better income, be a better lover, and a better golf partner for her couples league," replied Judy. "Son of a bitch! You told her that?" I asked angrily. "We won our league two out of the last four years! I had one of the lowest handicaps they've ever seen. Why the hell are you poisoning her with shit like that?" "There you go again," complained Judy. "That's exactly what Margie said. She even added some bullshit about you how you were a great lover and she could never find anyone better. She said that you were very good at your job and provided for the family better than she could have ever hoped for. She even tried to tell me that you were the kindest, most loving man she had ever known, and any man she had ever met paled in comparison to you." "She said all that about me? I guess she does appreciate some of the stuff I've done around here. She did her share, though," I added grudgingly. "She picked all the colors, the furniture, the floors and the wall coverings... shit! She decorated the whole house. If it had been up to me, we'd be living in that little ranch house down on Elm Street. She's the one that knew better than to settle for less. Now this place is worth a good buck." "It's a beautiful house, Jim," admitted Judy. "I was thinking that as long as Margie needs a place to stay, we might be able to make a little trade, so to speak." "What the hell are you talking about, Judy?" I asked. "This house is worth double what yours is. We sure don't want to trade with you!" "You didn't let me finish, Jim" Judy responded nonplussed. "Suppose Margie and I trade places? You've always had a thing for me. I could move in with you. Margie could stay at my place. I'd be very good to you and faithful as an old dog. My tits are bigger than Margie's and I've learned a few tricks over the years on how to please a man. You wouldn't be alone and Margie wouldn't have to look for an apartment or a house. Everybody wins." I just sat there and starred at Judy. Could all this weird shit be happening? How come I never noticed what a sick bunch of puppies made up Margie's family? "Are you kidding me? What the hell is wrong with you? Did I say I wanted bigger tits? Then everything would be fine? Margie's tits are so much better than yours that's its not even funny!" I laughed cruelly. "I'm sure as hell not going to trade down! What is wrong with you?" "It seems like a good idea to me, Jim. Margie went on for hours over what a great husband and friend and lover you are. As long as you're dumping her whoring ass, why not have me take her place? You have no idea how good the sex with me can be!" bragged Judy. "Do you think that sex is all there is to a relationship? Could you ever raise two great kids while working full time? Do you think you could ever keep this house as good as Margie while earning the kind of money she used to make?" I scoffed. "Shit, Margie can satisfy me every which way while making a shopping list in her head. You have no idea what she does for me in bed, so don't assume you're better. Nobody is better than Margie!" "I don't understand you, Jim. The whore cheated on you. You can't trust her and you know it! She's a slut that can't keep her legs closed!" Judy practically yelled. "You need a woman that will love you and that you can depend on and trust, not some whoring piece of trash." "Goddamn it!" I roared. "Get your ass out the door before I throw you out! What the hell kind of sister are you? Margie would never say a bad word about you, and you've pulled some real boners over the years! If I ever hear you call her any of those derogatory names again, I'll slap your face, and I'd never strike a lady. Margie made one mistake. She's been the perfect wife for 22 years and one fuck-up doesn't mean she's a slut or a whore. She's got more class in one finger than you have in your whole pathetic body. Now get the hell out!" I was furious! Somehow, even in my anger, I noticed that Judy didn't seem very frightened of me. I had just threatened her with bodily harm and I was livid. Judy just looked at me and nodded her head like she knew some secret about me. Maybe I had confirmed her suspicions that I was a miserable prick and a woman beater. I didn't care what she thought as long as she left. She's Leaving Home Bye Bye Vickie ran away from home because her stepdad had a hard-on. This was the thought she had standing on the side of Route 29, her thumb hitched out like a question mark. In her daypack: the other miniskirt, two pair of panties, a pair of jeans, a couple of t-shirts, a wool Mexican poncho, Billy's grey hiking socks, a toothbrush, a bottle of Prell, a baggie of weed and sleeve of rolling papers, her birth control pills, a hair brush, and two apples. No bras. Up ahead, a pair of headlights was slowing down. "Where ya headed?" the man in the truck said, leaning over to the open passenger window. Early thirties with longish hair and sideburns and bushy mustache, the muscles of his arm filling the sleeve of his tight white t-shirt. Cool redneck, not a redneck redneck. "California," she said. "Gas, grass or ass, darlin" he said laughingly, staring into her eyes before moving down to the cleavage exposed by the low cut top of her one-piece flowered miniskirt. She could see the slightest movement of his eyes as they scanned first one breast, then the other. Her tits weren't big but his gaze and broad shoulders was starting to turn her on and making her nipples stand up. She wasn't expecting less, of the stipulation or the gaze. She grabbed the handle to open the door. He offered his hand, at the end of a stout, hairy forearm, with which he grabbed her hand and pulled her up and into the cab, all in one motion. Her miniskirt hiked up as she plopped down on the dirty cloth seat. She did not adjust it. Her stepdad Steve's hard-on had not been aimed at her. Susan Grogan was over to practice their part in Our Town. Susan had been stacked since sixth grade, now she was a double D at least and she liked people to notice. Now they were eighteen year-old seniors and pretty much did what they wanted: skipped class, smoked pot, make out with whoever had a car and could take them to the Kemo Drive In. Steve had opened the door to Vickie's room without knocking, quickly, almost as if he wanted to catch them half dressed. He was close. They had tried on their period dresses and decided they needed some hemming. Vickie had pulled her jeans back on and her Mickey Mouse t-shirt. Susan had been lounging in her bra and panties a little longer than she needed to. As they heard the door opening, Susan hopped inside the walk-in closet. The door was open but blocking Steve's view. "How's it going, you two thespians," he said, laughing at his own joke. "Can I get you a coke or anything? Susan? Are you OK?" "She's OK Steve, we were just trying on our costumes," Vickie said, annoyed. Just then Susan emerged from the closet wearing one of Vickie's short teddy nightgowns from when Vickie was in junior high. It had been small then. Now it just barely covered Susan's crotch. She had a devious look in her eyes. "Hi Mr. Bolding," she said with a smile, looking directly into his eyes. For some reason, which wasn't hard to figure out Vickie thought, Susan had taken off her bra. Her large breasts swung freely under the thin fabric. "Hi. Susan." He didn't even try to hide the once-over his eyes gave her shapely body. If a girl could get pregnant from a look, Vickie thought, Susan would be in her second trimester right now. "No we don't need anything, Steve... now let us get back to our rehearsing!" Vickie didn't try to hide her irritation but Susan passed in front of her over to the bed, where she sat down without crossing her legs. Oh god please have left your panties on, thought Vickie. "I'd like a coke, Mr. Bolding," she purred. "Call me Steve." "Steve." He stood there frozen, like an animal caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. Yep, he's caught in her headlights, Vickie said to herself. "I'll be right back," he said. "What the hell are you doing? That's my stepdad you're coming on to!" Vickie hissed, trying to keep her voice down. "This is so fucking humiliating!" "Aw cool your jets, missy, I'm just having some fun. He's not your real dad anyway, so it doesn't count." "It does to me so just knock it off. Get your goddamn clothes back on you slut." "I'm a slut?" Look who's talking, Miss Rocket Wrist over here, jerking Tim off all over the backseat of my dad's car. You're supposed to catch it on your tits. Oh yeah, not much to catch with." Susan pulled her jeans on under the teddy. Sure enough, no panties. She was just about to take the teddy off when Steve again walked in with no notice. "Here ya go Susan. You sure you don't want one Vickie?" And there it was, an enormous bulge poking against the left side of his trousers. There was no way he wasn't aware of it. There was even a dark spot of pre-cum where the tip pushed against the cloth. His pants were so tight at this point you could make out the head of his thick dick. It was so much thicker than the half dozen dicks Vickie had d played with at the drive-in. Susan stepped up to him until she was only an inch away and took the bottle from him. She gave his shoulder a squeeze and said "thanks," in a Marilyn Monroe whisper, making sure her unencumbered boob brushed against his arm. She then turned and sauntered back to the bed, hips swinging. She brought the coke bottle up to her lips. While she took a drink she brought her other hand up to the bottle, making a slight circular motion as if she were caressing a huge cock with both hands. "Umm, that's so good! Thank you so much Steve!" she said licking her lips. "Steve, please! Get out of here!" Vickie shouted. "OK, OK, I'll let you get back to the play," he said. "You girls are doing a great job! You sure are. You sure are." He was heartsick at having to leave and lingered at the door. "You can rehearse here anytime you want. Anytime." He left and Vickie heard the hall bathroom door close and lock, and she knew he already had his dick in his hand to beat off. That was three weeks ago. Vickie had skipped the play and only showed up at the school office to get her diploma. "Way better, than the rest of 'em -- seniors, seniors, Sixty-Seven!" was ringing from the gym pep rally as she popped a white and headed for the highway. Her stepdad's perving wasn't the only reason she was splitting -- there were the arguments over boys and her Catholic mom's prohibition from dating until she was eighteen -- at first it was sixteen until it wasn't -- the constant nagging about grades -- and just the whole cookie-cutter existence that the Establishment had lined up for her: four years of college studying home ec, get married to some square, and start having babies. And since her dad died and Steve came on board, she didn't even feel like it was her home anymore. Her younger sister was totally buying into all the bullshit too, planning to try out for cheerleader when she got to high school next year. Cheerleader of all the fucking things. Vickie was a stranger in her own family, in fact she didn't feel like she had a family anymore. And there was absolutely nothing going on in podunk McKinney, Texas. She had had to go to Dallas to get the Sgt. Pepper record. Christ! Vickie wanted to head out west where things were happening. The gorgeous quarterback she'd had a crush on since fifth grade had left their small town for California three years before when he graduated. When Vickie ran into Mrs. Watson at the grocery store she said Charles was in San Francisco, where "everyone had a flower in their hair." She saw him when he came back for a funeral and he looked even better now with long hair, a scruffy beard, and an all over tan that made her want to peel down those tight jeans to see where the tan stopped, if it did at all. He looked totally peaceful. Of course Charlie was stoned, and she was too when they ran into each other at the grocery store. He told her it was far out, everybody was grooving and loving and high and everything was free. It was beautiful. So now she was going to see for herself. The truck had stopped after less than five minutes of hitching. She could feel the power of the short skirt on the road, and now the power of the driver's strong hand sliding over her bare thigh. With his firm grip he pulled her left leg over a bit to expose the crotch of her panties. His hand roamed over the flat of her stomach and made a circular motion over her pubis. Then his hand was inside the top of her panties, his middle finger curling down between the lips of her labia, searching. His eyes widened to feel how wet she was. When she looked over at his crotch, it was her turn to be surprised. It seemed like each cock she was experiencing lately was getting bigger in turn: Tim at the drive-in had a six inch dick that curved upward like a ski jump. From what she could tell from the outline she saw in Steve's pants, his cock seemed as thick as her wrist. Now this guy who'd picked her up seemed to have Steve beat. This was going to be a grand adventure she thought as she leaned over on the bench seat, unzipped his jeans, and began bobbing her head in affirmation. The smell of his crotch was pungent. She wasn't sure whether to lick or suck but the next thing she knew he had a hand on the back of her head and was pushing her down on his shaft. It didn't take long. His cum was salty and bitter and filled her mouth. She didn't know what to do with it so she swallowed it. Her first taste of semen, and she'd give anything for an orange Nehi right now. He stuffed his still hard cock back into his tight jeans. "Can we stop soon? I need to pee," Vickie said. "Aw darling, can't you hold it?" he drawled. "I just got on the road and I need to make Tucson tonight." "Shit dude, it's only gonna take five minutes. I won't ask to stop anymore, I promise. I want to get a coke anyway." "Girl, how can you be thirsty? I just gave you a quart of cum and you drank every drop." "I had to, you were holding my head down on your shaft and I couldn't do anything else but swallow it. It was nasty!" "That's not what I hear. You swallowed cum before? Was that your first time? You sure didn't suck my dong like it was your first time." "No it wasn't my first time. And it wasn't really nasty," Vickie lied, realizing that she needed this ride and better not piss this guy off unnecessarily. "It wasn't sweet or anything, but it felt real good hitting my throat, feeling your big cock explode in my mouth and that warm cum shooting down my throat, filling me... it was so much cum... I had to take two or three gulps just to get it down!" The dirty talk surprised her, she didn't even know she had it in her but she could tell he dug it. His hand went back to his crotch and he started rubbing his semi-hard member through the fabric of his tight jeans. God it was so hot to see him stroke his cock through his pants. She was even more turned on now than when he first put his finger up her pussy. She could tell she was still drenched between her legs. Shit, Vickie didn't know this guy and after this ride, whenever it ended, she'd never see him again. Why not do what she felt like? "If it feels good, do it!" was what the bumper sticker said, so why the hell not? She leaned back against the passenger door and slid her panties off. The driver -- she still didn't know his name -- was pulling his cock out of his pants. He was hard again. Vickie spread her legs and with her fingers, spread her pussy lips for him to see. He stared at her just a little too long, the truck began to drift. "Keep your eyes on the road dude!" Vickie commanded, though she knew that was an impossibility for him right now. "OK, I'll help you look out, but I've got to get off. I'm so fucking horny right now, I need to come or I'm going to die." She began to vigorously rub her clit with her right hand while the fingers of her left began exploring the inside of her pussy, grinding her butt into the seat. The driver was pumping his cock and stealing glances every two or three seconds. Vickie then reached up with her left hand and pulled her top down to let her perky tits pop out. With her right hand she rubbed her clit in a circularly pattern followed by a hard and intense up and down motion. With her left hand she caressed first her left tit, then her right, pinching her hard nipples first lightly then harder. She was unconsciously moaning softly, rhythmically. Her eyes were tightly closed, having forgotten all about the highway they were hurtling down at sixty miles an hour. Vicky opened her eyes to check out how his rock hard cock was doing. It was enormous, probably seven inches long and thick as a brick. She couldn't believe she'd taken that cock in her mouth. She wanted it in her pussy so band. She rubbed harder and closed her eyes, imagining all the cocks she seen and played with since turning eighteen in the fall, when her mother finally let her date. The first dick had been Dick's, believe it or not, at the drive-in. The movie was Terror on Blood Island. She had let him take her shirt off and she jerked him off onto her chest, bra and all. It only took two or three minutes, tops. He came and came, shooting the hot sticky semen between her tits, on her neck, some of it even flying past her face and catching in her hair. She wiped it up as best she could with tissues from her purse, but was afraid her mom would see the cum stains on her bra when she did the laundry. Vickie washed it out by hand when she got home and hung it up in the closet to dry where her mom wouldn't see it. The next dick she saw was Billy's, a sweet guy she'd had a crush on forever. This was at a church retreat and the whole youth group had gone swimming in a spring-fed pool on the camp grounds. He had dark curly hair and a kind, round face. She liked his brown eyes and shy smile and once in sixth grade during a rainy day square dance in the gym, she'd held his hand. It was the softest hand she'd ever touched. She had always hoped he would ask her out when she turned eighteen, but he was too damn shy. So this time, away from home at church camp, she was going to take matters into her own hands. She and Billy had wandered off along a rocky trail up to a scenic overlook called the Devil's Bathtub. Some boys were jumping off the rock cliff into a deep round pool below. They'd heard a boy had hit a submerged rock and died there a few years before. Vickie led Billy around the back of the jumping-off place to a secluded spot she'd found the year before when she and her girlfriends were spying on the boys as they took turns jumping into the water and climbing back up the trail all wet and dripping, their t-shirts clinging to their firm young torsos, their hair hanging damply in their eyes. Although none admitted it then, the girls were wet and dripping too. So much had happened in the year between then and now, and now Vickie was a woman. She knew what she wanted from Billy. They found a flat rock to sit on and began kissing. Billy pressed his lips into hers, hard. Vickie opened her mouth and forced his lips open with her tongue. Once open she thrust deep into his mouth, exploring the top, bottom, sides with her probing wet tongue. He learned quickly and began to reciprocate. His tongue was surprisingly strong and insistent, and in addition to swirling around inside her mouth he also licked her lips, top and bottom. Then he pulled his face away and began kissing her cheek, moving down to kiss her neck just below her ear. Where was he getting this? It was driving her crazy. He kissed and licked and then sucked lightly on her neck just above her left breast, pulling the top of her shirt aside just a little for access. Afraid of a hicky like her friend Susan had gotten a few weeks before, Vickie pulled away. But then they were devouring each others' mouths once again. Vickie took Billy's hand and put it on her left breast. She was wearing a bra under her tight camp t-shirt -- this was church camp after all. She knew her nipples were hard and wondered if he could feel that too. She could tell he was stunned, in an ecstatic way. He left it there, perfectly still, as if the slightest motion might wake him up from a dream. She reached down and put her hand on his crotch, feeling around for what she thought would be there. It was. Veering off to the left was a hard and growing bulge. She traced its outline and felt it jump at her touch. With each gentle motion she felt it grow longer, trapped inside his cut-off jean shorts as it moved down his thigh. When would it stop? Would it peek out of the bottom of his shorts soon? She had to find out and she increased the pressure of her back-and-forth motion. Meanwhile the hand clutching her breast began to move. First a light squeeze, then a harder squeeze, then he grabbed it and began to turn it. His palm found her erect nipple and he began to circle it, first lightly, then harder. She could feel her cunt filling up with the juices of her arousal. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," Vickie said, never wanting anything more than she wanted to see his big throbbing dick right now. "OK," Billy said, and slowly unsnapped the button on his cutoffs and unzipped his fly. Mesmerized by this motion Vickie sat unmoved, staring. "Well?" Billy asked, his hand down his shorts on his cock but waiting for her to keep up her end of the bargain. "Of course!" she said, fumbling for the button at the top of her tight red shorts. She pulled them down slowly, taking her panties with them, to reveal first just a blush of bush, then a little more, all the while staring into his deep brown eyes alive with excitement. As she cleared the bottom of her bush, he released his throbbing prisoner from its cell. It sprang into the open air with what seemed to Vickie to be pure joy. At that sight she moved her hand all the down the front of her pubis and reached two fingers into her pussy to see how wet she really was. She was astounded. She didn't know she could be this wet. She leaned back so he could see all of her pussy as she stared at the beautiful long hard cock in his hand. Her summer camp cock reverie was shattered by a very real, low guttural moan that seemed to be coming from the center of the earth. But it was coming from the driver's seat of the truck. She opened her eyes just as the driver let loose an eruption of semen from the tip of his cock arching through the air and hitting the windshield with a splat. Then another spurt, that didn't go quite as far. Then another one. Her own rhythmic rubbing was reaching its climax as well. It was a wave she was summoning with her hand and fingers, not a wave but a tsunami, and she felt her body tense up to receive the force of the impact that was about to crash down upon her. Then it came. Her pussy exploded in a sweet, massive release that lifted her ass off the seat, arched her back, and made her cry out in a scream that fell off into a moan. The wave washed over her then retreated back inside her womb while her engorged sex throbbed to the pace of her beating heart. But the wave simply regrouped inside her and presently came rolling in again, and her fingers responded with their insistent fluttering until a second orgasm rolled out, not quite as powerful but just as sweet as the first. Holding her breath through the pulsing cycle she waited for the third wave and brought it in with an almost silent moan. Just then she heard another groan from the driver and opened her eyes to see another blast of semen burst from his cock, even stronger than the first one with even more cum hitting the windshield! He moaned as two or three more spurts jumped from his pulsing member. She had never come with another person before. It felt so fucking good to come with a man, so intimate, even though they weren't even touching each other. Just to hear his moans mixing with hers turned her on so much. "Hi, I'm Dwight," he grinned, his right hand still holding his big cock, his left on the wheel as streams of his thick white cum dripped down the inside of the windshield.. "There should be some McDonald's napkins in the glove box, could you hand me a couple?" She's Leaving Home She got to her feet and went out the door. I started pacing back and forth in the kitchen. I was so agitated I couldn't sit. I wondered what Margie would say if she ever knew what a backstabbing bitch her sister was. I never would have guessed it if I hadn't just witnessed the entire fiasco. I was pissed! I had calmed down a lot, but I was still pacing half an hour later when the bell rang again. I felt my anger start to build again as I headed for the door. Judy had forgotten to get Margie's stuff and she was probably back to get them. I jerked the door open and saw Margie! "Judy just told me that you threw her out of the house! I sent her over to get some of my things and you tossed her out? Is that what happened?" asked Margie but with less anger than I would have expected. "No, I didn't. Well, I did throw her out," I admitted, "but she had it coming. It wasn't like that exactly." Instinct was kicking back in. I had learned the hard way that I could never bad-mouth any of mys to Margie. She was fiercely loyal to her family. She could bitch and complain about her relatives, but my ass was grass if I even so much as agreed with her observations. I worked to think of a reason for asking Judy to leave without revealing the vile names she had called Margie. I was having a hard time with it. "Margie, she said some things that I didn't like and I was losing control. This whole thing has been hard on me and I'm under a lot of stress. I thought it best if she left before I said or did something I regretted," I answered weakly. Margie looked so beautiful to me. Her clothes weren't new and her eyes looked dark, but she was a stunning woman. I tried to swallow the lump that kept plugging my throat as I waited for her to lower the boom on me. Seeing her again was painful for me. "Did she call me a slut, Jim? Did she call me a whore?" demanded Margie. "Did she tell you that she'd sleep with you and give you great sex? Did she tell you she had better tits than I do?" "Margie, I don't remember what all was said," I lied. "It might have been a little like that. I'm pretty hazy on the conversation because I was so upset." "That's funny. Judy was able to tell me word for word what you said about me," revealed Margie. "She said you told her that I had class and that I had been the perfect wife for 22 years. You told her I was a wonderful wife and lover. You told her I did a great job with my career, the kids, and the house. You said all that about me, didn't you?" "Well, is that so wrong? I meant it all, too. I don't care how you try to convince me otherwise, Margie. You've been a wonderful wife, way better than I could have dared hope those many years ago when I asked you to marry me. You've only messed up the one time. It was only once wasn't it?" I asked, practically begging Angie to tell me it only happened once. "Yes, it happened once, and that is too often. I've been thinking and talking a lot with Judy since I left yesterday. I did you dirt, Jim. That is something I will never accept or excuse. Almost as bad, I denied you the right to decide what you wanted to do with my cheating ass. I was the one that screwed up and I tried to be the one to determine what the punishment should be. "That was unfair, Jim. I realize that know. I don't expect you to forgive me. I can't forgive me. I do want you to tell me what you want to do about my stupid, unacceptable actions. It's your call, Jim. What do you want me to do? What do you want to do with me?" asked Margie with tears rolling down her cheeks. "Now that's more like it! I'm the husband in this house and I'll decide what punishment is handed out. I want you to take off your skirt and panties and lay across my lap!" I declared. "I have decided what to do with your "cheating ass" as you called it. "What did you say? You want me to remove my skirt and panties and lay across your lap?" she repeated. When I was a kid, I always preferred a plain old ass whipping to a series of embarrassing talks about how my actions disappointed my parents and how sad I made them. As I got older, I received more lectures and fewer physical punishments. I came to realize that when the spankings were over, the debt was paid. That was so much easier to deal with than the guilt and embarrassment of psychological punishment, which had no actual official end. It just went on until the misdeed was forgotten. Margie wasn't going to forget her misdeed, so I decided to get it over with and move on. Margie didn't need me to tell her what she did wrong. She didn't need to have the burden of her actions hanging over her head for the rest of our days together. She needed closure and so did I. It may sound cruel, but I believed it would actually be the kindest way to rectify the mess she had created. She needed me to forgive her and to somehow demonstrate that I did. In our entire marriage, I had never even come close to striking Margie, regardless of how angry she made me. Another of the lessons I had learned growing up is that men never hit women. The difference here, I reasoned to myself, was that I wasn't angry. It was, therapeutically speaking, better than the alternatives. "You just said that it was my call, Margie," I answered as I removed my belt from my pants and held it up for her to see. "You will be punished for your actions, as you should be. This is not an angry reaction. This is a corrective measure and you do have an option. You can accept your whipping as an errant wife should, or you can leave and we can get the divorce you seem to feel is necessary." "Are you saying that you want to tan my hide as punishment for my indiscretion? Once you do that, you'll love me again? You'll keep me?" asked Margie in disbelief. "That's exactly what I'm saying, except that I never stopped loving you, Margie. If you'll come over here and accept your medicine, I'll show you just how much I do love you," I promised. Margie was a real firecracker in bed that night. She hugged me, she cried on me, she promised me undying love and devotion; she rubbed her sweet breasts in my face and against my chest. At least, she did that when she wasn't sucking my cock, or riding it! She had to be on top, of course, but in a few days, she'd be able to bear my weight again. We both looked forward to that.